undressing you with my eyes

‘Work It Out’

Rated: M

Genre: Taehyung x Reader (Y/N) SMUT

Warnings: sexual tension, dirty talk, daddy kink, inappropriate language, lots of foreplay, KINKS, sex toys, edging, degradation and etc.

Word count: 2,848

For: @raisa-eletae ~

Ok…. First of all, I’M SO SO SORRY IT’S LATE. I’ve been incredibly busy and life has been getting in the way so bad. I’ve been wanting to write this for ages, and I’ve been thinking about It most days. I feel so bad, and I hope you like the fic and accept my apology. I’m terribly terribly sorry I feel so awful.

P.S ~ (From this, you’ll probably be able to tell i’ve never been to a gym, since I take dance lessons often, there has been no need. So sorry if this isn’t entirely accurate, this is my ideas and views hehe ;3 )

Prompt: so i wanna request a tae smut where he’s my gym instructor, where the smut is dominating..and story with much sexual tension and foreplay?  

~ 9.00am ~

Dragging your feet heavily towards the entrance of the gym, you gently dabbed at the sweat droplets which trickled down your forehead in bucket loads, you hadn’t even participated in any form of strenuous physical activity yet. God only knows what was in store for you this cold, bleak Monday morning.    

You had been under a lot of stress recently, balancing both a part time job and a massive heap of never-ending work. You figured a good round of exercise would be perfect to relieve the anxiety, whilst improving your strength and stamina.       

Entering the gym, you immediately felt out of your comfort zone. Sure, you’d attended gyms before, but this was a new gym which was constructed in the town centre. Everyone, and you could see that it really was EVERYONE, had at least a large amount of muscle. Everywhere you looked you could see veins popping angrily out of biceps, or toned calves that caught your eye. You hadn’t yet been assigned to a gym instructor, and you felt really odd and out of place here.

It felt as if everyone was staring at you, since you hadn’t yet settled on any equipment to use, so instead, placing your large water bottle on the stall, you slumped down, busying yourself with re-arranging your gym playlist.

A loud coughing sound drew your attention away from your phone. Slowly bringing your gaze upwards, you were almost face to face with an impossibly attractive man.

His pools of melted chocolate stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t help but notice how his headband showcased his forehead beautifully, where tousled locks sprang free and stuck imperfectly down and matted to his sticky forehead. This guy obviously took exercise very seriously. His eyebrows were a little darker than the sandy golden wave of his hair, accentuating his face and giving off a manly air about the gentleman.

Were you still staring? You didn’t care. You wanted to drink in all his features, the same way that he was staring at you. Wait.. He really was staring back at you? What did this guy want?

The man began to nibble on his plush bottom lip, which jutted out in almost a pout. The peach tint to his lips would soon be red raw if he didn’t stop the nervous chewing.

You noticed further glassy beads trickle down the long, elegant neck. His Adam’s apple bobbing, leading to – oh my god.

There was no shirt to be seen. Instead, the sweat trail travelled down past his broad shoulders and ended up on his golden sweet chocolate abs. His navel glistened like gentle moonlight on the lake’s surface, the scattered little hairs leading towards his pack- you mean his sweatpants.     

‘So…. you must be Y/N’.

You managed to meet his eyes again after they had drifted towards his area. Your throat felt dry, and your heart was beating rapidly. The adrenaline coursed through your veins and intoxicated your body. You felt limp, helpless under his stare.   

‘Yes, yes I’m Y/N. I’ve booked a session, but I don’t have much experience, since I’ve never been to this gym before and-’

You interrupted by a deep, husky baritone melody.   

‘Ah, Y/N, Y/N…..’ he repeated your name like a mantra. ‘Such a gorgeous name, I wonder…. is it as sweet as you?’

You were speechless. Stuttering. You tried desperately to form coherent sentences, but you were tongue-tied.    

The man stared back at you, his eyes now heavily hooded and checking you out, undressing you with his eyes.   

‘Oh my dear Y/N… Experience doesn’t matter at all. I’ll show you the ropes.’ The man, Taehyung you came to find from his name badge, backed you against the gym mirror. He pinned you down with no way of escape. Not that you wanted escape, that is.   

He leaned to the shell of your ear, licking furiously and whispering lowly:

‘Don’t worry. You’ll gain all the experience you need. Let’s just say, It might be a bumpy ride. But this gym membership comes with the FULL package….’     

You could feel him smirk against the damp skin on your ear lobe, where he had been sucking and nipping carefully, working his way towards your collar bones where he bit down more harshly. This elicted a soft whine from the back of your throat.

He only snickered in response, roughly grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into what seemed to be a private gym suite, adjacent to the public gym room.

It was dimly lit, and included not as much gym equipment and apparatus as before. Something felt off, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

You didn’t have much time to think however, before you knew it, Taehyung had harshly slammed his lips onto yours. He massaged his tongue with yours, sucking and exploring your mouth. Exchanging each other’s tastes and softly sighing.

As you broke away for air, a thin string of spittle attached the two of you, before it dripped down your chin. This was a work out in itself, you thought. The pair of you were already working up a sufficient sweat from the heated make-out session. You had no idea where this was going, but you knew it was going somewhere good.  

‘Well where were we…. Ah yes, the work out. Well, let’s start in building up your arm muscle. Or should I say, lack of it…’ He teased. He moved down to nip at your neck, laving his tongue over marks he made in this area. Deep plum purple and charcoal grey bruises stained your fragile skin. With a harsh spank of your asscheeks, he proceeded to pull you fully down on top of him.

Your lacy panties hidden under your workout shorts were already becoming soaked, and the session had barely began. You loved being submissive, being thrown around like a helpless rag-doll and being DEMANDED to obey your master.

‘Get up, your doing push-ups overs over me. Stay. Still. Kitten…’ he punctuated each words through gritted teeth, before breaking into that all too familiar smirk, his long tongue merely teasingly poking out between his teeth.        

This proved rather difficult, since you were already shaking fruriously from the lust coursing through your veins. Tae was a massive distraction, you could say.

Somehow, you hauled yourself up fairly steadily hovering over the sexy figure below you. His eyes pierced your own like daggers, his expression challenging and daring. There was an almost psychotic look in his eye, but you always had a thing for the crazy ones. It was hot. All too hot. You were losing grip of reality and your head was spinning.

As you began your push-ups, It was as if you forgot Tae was there. The air was stuffy and humid and your head was pounding in rhythm with your push-ups. Silence.

Silence indeed. That was, until you heard an unnatural electric sound. Sort of like an electric wire, but you figured your head was probably amplifying background noise and you were being irrational.      

All of a sudden, you felt lengthy, slender fingers grasp your workout booty shorts, slowly so so slowly pulling them down your thighs.

A sharp yet sickly sweet pleasurable feeling hit your clit. It was so much at one time. You let out a guttural moan, followed by tiny whines. You bit your lip, trying desperatley to suppress your groans.

A vibrator. That devil. Tae only went and turned up the vibrator setting to an alternate speed. A few short, high pressured bursts followed by the killer…. A long drawn out vibration stimulating your clit just right.

You were now panting uncontrollably, the small puffs of air caressing Taehyung’s neck like a bittersweet summer’s breeze.

You opened your eyes once again, staring deeply into those chocolate sparkling pools. He has that red manic flame dancing in his irises still.

‘How does it feel Jagiya? Keep pumping you little slut don’t stop for daddy now do you want to build up muscle? You don’t cum until master says. Understood?’

You were so close to tipping over the edge. So close to the sweet release which you longed for. But you were being denied of this. The gateway to heaven.

‘Y-yes Ahhhh T-Tae Oppa ohmygod shit oh fuck-’

‘Damn fucking right I’m your Oppa. Your Daddy. Your Master. Your… 

E V E R Y T H I N G.’ he drawled, honey dripping from his vocals.

You just hummed, incoherent noises spilling from your little lips.

‘Use your words whore.’

‘Da-dad-dd-y’ you stuttered. You were almost tipping over the edge. No words were forming, instead jewelled sweat beads cascaded off of you. They decorated Taehyung’s cheeks perfectly where they landed, creating a dewy pattern which framed the art that worked tirelessly beneath you.    

‘My slut can’t speak now? Does Daddy need to teach you speech? Punish you? Teach this baby a lesson?’  

The vibrator cut off just like that. Your nerve endings were tingling and you felt on the verge of tears. The pleasure pooling in your depths came to an uncomfortable stop as your body trembled, trying to recover from this torture.

‘Squats. Now. And NO moaning. If you moan, you don’t get dessert, and trust me, you wouldn’t want to miss out on this rock candy.’ He chuckled saucily.   

Your eyes trailed Taehyung, leading to said candy. He began to palm that candy, he was already very hard in his grey sweatpants. You noticed it twitch in anticipation and you felt your mouth begin to water.    

Taehyung then charged towards you, ripping what was left of your booty shorts. Now said shorts were in tatters, and were twirled playfully and experimentally on a singular digit of the prince’s gorgeous sculpted hands.    

You were fully exposed, besides your sports bra.

Tossing the booty shorts aside, Tae strutted towards you, looking all dominant, like a predator stalking his prey. He picked up your discarded lace panties from earlier, and examined the large wet spot which had developed.   

‘Tsk….’ the man tutted impatiently. ‘Are you always this horny? Your juices dampened your underwear before any direct stimulation. Such a dirty baby girl.’

Tilting your chin up and drawing all your attention onto him and only him, he grapsed the panties and deeply inhaled your unique, sensual arousal scent. He then kitten licked at the patch of arousal, making sure to moan short and hotly in between savouring your special taste.

He was trying to rile you up. Get you to moan and beg for him. You were trying your hardest to stay strong, but this demon was testing you.

‘SQUATS I said. NOW.’   

You began to squat, your ass facing him. Tae kept a firm hold on your panties as he ogled your ass from behind.    

SMACK. A loud spank echoed around the private gym room.

‘Mmmmmm I didn’t realise my babe was so thicc. I can’t wait to plant my face in between your asscheeks as you sit on my face.’

Dirty talk was such a big turn on for you, and you returned to biting your now extremely chapped and abused lips. Small streams of blood gathered in the sensitive skin’s cracks and crevices.   

After what seemed like forever of you muffling your moans and groans, the spank session ended.

‘Good girl’ Tae stroked your dimpled cheeks tenderly, his soft and gentle soul making a quick appearance. It didn’t last long.  

Reaching for the bottom of your sports bra now, he dragged the item over your head and attached his warm cavern of a mouth directly to your nipple. He squeezed and fondled with your soft mounds of flesh. It was as if he knew your boobs and nipples were particularly sensitive areas for you. 

He continued laving his exquisite tongue over your nipples appreciatively, making small pleasurable grunts and growls.

You were then forced onto a horrifying looking contraption.

‘This is the chest press machine.’ He returned to using a deep growl when he spoke. You had to admit, It turned you on even more than already just listening to his low voice, if that was even possible at this point. ‘SIT.’ He commanded bluntly. You shivered violently.

As soon as you sank down into the chair, Taehyung didn’t hang around. Prizing your legs open, the man leaned forward into your wet paradise. That same tongue darted out and began massaging between your sticky folds. 

This time, you simply couldn’t help but whine, your eyes screwing shut. You grabbed a hold of the mop of dishevelled sandy hair, yanking Tae’s head towards your clit.

Taehyung hummed in return, sending pleasure waves to your core as you shuddered at the vibrations. You could feel him smile against your clit as he brought his digits up to harshly collide with the sweet spot.

He began to finger you roughly, travelling back to your opening and sliding two fingers inside of you without warning.

‘TAE-DADDY I’M GONNA STOP OH FUCK OH HOLY SHIT JESUS I’M GONNA C-CUMM PLEASE-’  

‘Not yet Princess. Not yet. Be a patient princess for master.’

He continued eating you out, spreading your juices around. His face, a painted work of art. He glistened under the dim gym lights. Every now and then he would lick a long, wet stripe with his skilled tongue and blow puffs of hot air on your pulsating core. 

‘You taste so good Jagiya. Just like I imagined. I know a yummy babygirl when I see one.’ He winked.

That bastard had the audacity to wink.

‘Fuck oh fuck oh f-fuck Tae Oppa I’m not kidding shit stop oh my f-’

Taehyung halted all his movements. Your legs were frantically quaking and you felt so fragile in that moment. One more touch, one more kiss, this would truly be the end.

A husky laugh resounded in your ear.

‘Oh little slut you thought this foreplay was over? You thought wrong. See that gym exercise ball? This will be your last…. little challenge let’s say. Put on a show for daddy. Your master. Ride that ball like it’s Oppa’s dick.’   

Oh you’d show him alright.

With the little ounce of energy you had left, you flounced over to the exercise ball, slowly straddling it teasingly. You began to rub yourself up against the gym ball, groaning louder than ever before, continuing on by bouncing yourself up and down obscenely. 

You were in charge now, and it felt amazing. Taehyung was smitten. His jaw? On the floor. His hand found its way back to his cock straining angrily against his sweats, as he massaged himself determinedly. 

‘Mmmm Daddy your cock fills me up so good. So thicc. I’m so full of you. Harder Oppa just like that uhhhh fuck me with your huge dick right there yes ohgod yes.’

Taehyung couldn’t wait any longer. You had edged each other enough. This was the final straw. The next moment, you found yourself tangled on the floor with Tae, attacked with passionate kisses, shoving his tongue in your mouth and sharing your unique taste.

The man whipped out a skipping rope from god only knows where, tying your wrists together which restricted any movement. Being back to your submissive state, excitement built within your system as Tae pulled a small bottle of lube out of his back pocket.

‘Really Taehyung? The number one item on a gym trainer’s list is lube in case you get a lucky fuck?’

Tae just swiped his tongue over his swollen lips, wetting them. Damp strands of his messy hair stuck firm to his forehead, the headband now serving no good purpose.

Stripped of his sweatpants and boxer shorts, his cock stood proudly flush against his stomach. The angry head was readily leaking pre-cum, looking like the most delicious treat.

He lined up with your slick entrance.

‘Ready now baby girl?’

‘YES god fuck me now. Take me. All of me.’  

With the signal, Tae glided swiftly into you, bottoming out almost straight away. You felt so good, It was just like all of your wildest fantasies.  

‘YES OHMYGOD YES you’re so tight Y/N, so perfect for me, your pussy is so wet for me you love this dick don’t you mmmmfuck’

‘Wanna cum for me? Say my name Y/N say it now.’

‘Ah Tae-Tae TAEHYUNG DADDY let me cum I want to cum I’ve needed this for so long I’m gonna gon-’

With Taehyung’s final harsh thrusts, you exploded your creamy mess everywhere.

Tae dipped his fingers into your cum and sucked on the coated digits as he too came inside of you, warm and sticky as white spots blurred your vision.

The pleasure blinded you completely.

Planting a kiss on your collarbone whilst rubbing your sore frame, Tae whispered sweet nothings into the shell of your ear as the two of you clung onto each other, drifting into a state of heavenly dream.

As the artificial gym lighting faded around you into pitch black, you prayed for the gym caretaker, likely to find your lewd position, piled naked together, surrounded by nothing but love. 

~ I hope this was what you wanted, I started this in Summer I’ve just been crazy busy and again I’m so sorry ~

Absolutely! I’ve never written these two together before, but I really enjoyed imagining them meeting, and it did become shippy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thanks for the prompt!


The first thing Oikawa notices are his lips, the upward slant of them, crooked and teasing. He doesn’t like it. It feels off balance. It suggests that there are things this dark-haired boy knows that Oikawa does not. He hates that feeling.

“Who is that, Iwa-chan?” he asks, tipping his chin just slightly in the direction of the lanky boy who has caught his attention.

“Kuroo-san?” Iwaizumi says, as if that name should mean anything to Oikawa. “He’s their captain. Middle blocker. You didn’t watch their tapes?”

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Cheeky Bastards (One-shot)

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American Kingsman!Reader

Request: Do you think you could write a Eggsy x american Kingsman! Reader with “That’s not where I would hide the body.” , “I wasn’t listening to you. I was undressing you with my eyes.”, “That’s starting to get annoying.” & “Here take my blanket.”, please ? That’d be amazing ! Put on some sock was so great ! ❤

Summary: You’re an auxiliary Kingsman agent stationed in the US, and you’re an all-around professional. Eggsy, on the other, isn’t…
Genre: Fluff, I guess? IDK. There’s some fluff, some angst. Just generally a light fic to help us all fill our Eggsy withdrawal until September
Warnings: Some cursing, but you should really expect that of me by now :p
Word count: 1,266

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A/N: I rewrote this three times because I couldn’t get it just right. And now that I’m reading it again I’m thinking of 5 other directions I could have taken the request, but here we are! I hope you like it, anon!

Originally posted by trycreativitybitch

“I just want you to know, I’m not a fan of you right now.”

Galahad scoffed at your comment.

“How do you feel about me otherwise?” He asked, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

You glared at him from beneath the bundle of scarves and hats you wrapped yourself up in. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gone on missions in the northern border states before, but after a 6-week stint in New Mexico your tolerance for the bone-chilling cold was at an all-time low.

“I don’t think that’s a question you want me answer right now.”

The young agent beside you laughed at your bitter response. You wanted to offer another snappy retort, but the burning in your throat and lungs forced you to keep your mouth shut.

As the two of you approached the front door of the Kingsman safehouse, Galahad reached out and opened the door for you. You trekked inside, stomping the snow off your boots and depositing all of the equipment you lugged through the forest. You moved out of the way to let Galahad in and went over to the living room fireplace.

“I’ll get some fires started,” you told him, “you start setting up the equipment and get in contact with Merlin. Tell him I hate him.”

“Gladly,” he laughed.


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Morgan Rielly - Part Nine

Again, it’s late and I’m lazy, please ignore my minor errors and love me. 

Nick apologizes that afternoon.

               After I got home from my run and showered, he texted me asking if he could call. I hadn’t accepted his apology yet, still licking my wound from his behavior the last couple days. And I made sure he knew that.

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anonymous asked:

37 and eggsy?

The silence that filled your apartment was almost eerie. For weeks, screams and tears had filled nearly every waking moment, but your baby was asleep and the night was quiet. You collapsed onto the bed you shared with your husband, exhaustion sweeping through your body. Your eyes were closing when the sound of the front door creaking open reached your ears and you sat up in excitement.

Eggsy was home.

Moments later, the door to your opened, a bouquet of flowers appearing moments before he did. You nearly launched off the bed – although you tiptoed across the room, terrified of waking your daughter – and threw yourself into his arms. His laughter reached your ears and soothed your soul as he set the flowers on the foot of your bed and held you tighter. He had been gone nearly a week. “I missed you,” he whispered, finally loosening his hold and letting your feet touch the ground.

“I missed you,” you echoed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning your attention to the flowers he’d brought home with him.

Quiet music began to play in your room and you glanced up at your husband as he set his phone back down on his nightstand. “I brought home some of that German chocolate you love,” Eggsy said, and you smiled at him over the flowers as you arranged them in the vase on your nightstand that still held the flowers he’d brought when he’d left five days before.

“You spoil me, Eggsy.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the flowers, spinning you as the music continued to drift softly through the room.

He pulled you close, holding your hand gently and resting his hand against the small of your back. “Not only did you marry me and make me a very happy husband, but you brought our baby girl into the world and made me a very happy father. German chocolate is the least you deserve, love.” Static crackled over the baby monitor, grabbing your attention, and you moved to step out of his hold.

His hands found your waist and he stepped toward you, backing you against the dresser you shared. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, brushing his nose against yours. Your lips chased after his, not quite touching them. He laughed quietly, tilting his head to kiss your cheek. Heat followed his fingers as he traced up your sides, moving until his body was flush against yours.

“Absolutely nowhere.” He kissed you gently when you spoke, and you melted into his touch. You slipped your fingers into his belt loops, holding him close.

A sudden piercing cry pulled you apart and you closed your eyes, huffing in surrender. He didn’t move, although he dropped his forehead against yours in frustration. “Eggsy,” you whispered as the crying continued. “If I don’t go feed our daughter, she will keep crying.”

Sighing, he slowly ran his hands down your sides until they rested back on your hips, holding you tightly. He pressed a last longing kiss to your lips and for a moment he overwhelmed everything. “I was looking forward to undressing you with more than just my eyes tonight.”

Welcome to fatherhood.

Day 1: The Moment You Started to Ship Them (Tropes)

Being an American, I’d never heard of Holby City.  I happened upon the fandom via tumblr and watched all their scenes on youtube in late July 2016 - just before ‘Back in the Ring’ aired.  I can safely say I shipped them from their very first scene (one of my all time favorite Meet-Cutes) and am envious of the original fan girls who got to see all those flirty eps live, waiting impatiently each week (or for several weeks) for more.

The scene where they meet in the car park holds a very special place in my heart and plays a featured role in several of my fics.  I didn’t have time to write a drabble today, so I’m going to be that terrible person who quotes her own (already written) fic.  Thanks @ddagent and others for initiating this.

Playing House, Chapter 4

With an affectionate sigh, Serena raises one hand in the air, inviting Bernie to spoon her and the fit is so right Bernie wonders if they will ever leave this bed. One arm wrapped around Serena’s waist, the other buried under their shared pillow…it’s as if decades of fatigue and dread have leached from her weary soul in a matter of seconds.

“Tell me something…” Serena rumbles, interrupting Bernie’s contemplative mood.

“Anything,” she instantly, foolishly agrees.

“I’ve spent a fair amount of time over the last year wondering when it all began - at what point we stopped being friends and colleagues in favor of something more…”

“And?” Bernie encourages.

“And it occurs to me that you’ve been trying to tell me something or show me something for a long time…even when I was too damned blind to see it. Am I wrong?” Serena asks, sounding less confident than usual.

Bernie shakes her head, tickling the back of Serena’s neck with her nose. “You’re not wrong.”

“I thought maybe…the night I stepped down as deputy CEO and we went to Albie’s with Jason…you were looking at me in that way you have…”

“Mmm, what way is that?” Bernie asks and Serena can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s smiling.

“It’s the same way you look at a bowl of raspberry ripple,” Serena explains, a little smugly. “Like you wanted to eat me alive…”

“I’m not arguing with you…” Bernie admits, and it isn’t the first time she’s said so.

But there’s more to it, and Serena knows it. “Even before then…before you started on AAU…we would bump into each other and you’d give me those looks. At what point…I mean, when did you know…”

Bernie stills Serena’s flustered rambling by whispering, very close to her ear. “I remember the first time I saw you like it was yesterday.”

“In the car park,” Serena volunteers immediately, as if it’s what she’s expected all along but was afraid to say aloud.

“Yes, but not when you think. I saw you before my shift even started. You were having a heated row with your car’s engine.”

“And you didn’t offer to help?” Serena asks, in mock offense. “That’s not like you.”

“True,” Bernie admits with a blush that Serena can’t see. “But I was late and…posturing a bit in front of Mr. Hanssen. Didn’t want him to know how nervous I really was.”

“Well, I suppose that’s understandable,” Serena confesses, albeit begrudgingly. “Besides, you came ‘round eventually.”

“Do you know what I remember most about that day?”

Shifting in Bernie’s arms, Serena rolls onto her back so they can look into each other’s eyes, but doesn’t say anything.

“Your smile…” Bernie finally answers, tracing Serena’s lips with the tip of her finger. “I was having the worst shift…wrung out by what was going on at home. And I looked up at the sound of your voice and I…well, let’s just say it felt awfully nice to flirt with a pretty girl…even if it was only for a few minutes and I knew it couldn’t go anywhere. Turned my whole day around.”

“You were undressing me with your eyes,” Serena tuts, but Bernie can hear the emotion in her voice. She hadn’t imagined things between them, all this time. It was always there.

Originally posted by berenaquotes

Spotted ~ 1

Characters: Baekhyun x You

Genre: Fluff?/ Kinda Smutty But Also Not

Series? : Yes

Requested : No

Summary: Baekhyun spots you in the front row during an EXO concert and can’t stop staring you. You end up with his phone number saved in your phone. What’s gonna happen next?

1 / 2 /

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After being an EXO-L for so many years, you finally get to see your precious babies live. At first, you couldn’t even believe it when you saw the front row tickets being shoved into your hands by your best friends, Heidi and Ella. Their eyes glittered just as much as yours did. Heidi and Ella both pitched in together to buy the tickets as a treat and celebration for your promotion at work.

Your phone played the “EX'ACT” album as you showered and got yourself ready. Today, your makeup was extra on point along with your outfit. Your Baekhyun hoodie which had his favorite number (04) and his name printed on it, black ripped skinny jeans, and your black & white adidas.

“I’m waiting on my porch, Heidi.” You said into your phone and ended the call with some small talk.

About 5 minutes later, a black Sudan pulled up at your house and you excitedly hopped down your porch to go meet them. Ella and Heidi, your best friends since who knows when. They were all EXO-Ls yet had different biases (that’s a good thing). Heidi’s bias is Chen (she calls him “her snuggly poo”) and Ella’s bias is D.O. (her “Mr. Serious Man”). And Baekhyun is your only love. You nicknamed him “Eyeliner Prince” because his makeup was better than yours.

“I’m going to see Baekhyun today!” You squealed and even blushed a little at the thought of a sweaty Baekhyun right in front of your eyes.

“I can finally put this lightstick to good use, Y/N-ah.” Ella exclaimed.

The ride was extra extra slow. Your fingers tapped at your legs as you guys jammed out to “Growl”, “Overdose”, “Mama”, etc. After what felt like forever, you guys arrived at the venue. It was huge like HUMONGOUS.

You guys waited with other fans for like 10 minutes before the security started to show up so they can check tickets. They scanned your ticket and took your friends and you through a more private entrance.

They guided you guys into the venue. Your jaw nearly dropped to the ground as your eyes scanned the whole arena. 9 large posters of each individual members surrounded the arena and you couldn’t help but stare at Baekhyun’s poster. He was so handsome and sexy and charismatic and cool… you can go on and on about Baekhyun but you were distracted by something else.

EXO were still rehearsing…

Unlike other fans, the front row people got an advantage to watch the last bit of EXO’s concert rehearsals.

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Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”  and  #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…?” and  #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.

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Give is how we co-authored this shit out of this.

Originally posted by usaonetwothree

You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with…well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.


“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome…mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T…JUST…WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth…everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy…truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing…that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.


‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter …the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N…truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare…bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky…dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to…lick Steve from his neck…past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab…nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower…or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott…t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.

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I Knew You Were Trouble

It should be another ordinary night for Deputy Jack Zimmermann while he guards the drunk tank in Samwell, MA.

It is not.

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Jack Zimmermann is fairly sure he’s a good person. He has his moments, at the very least. He’s a perfectly decent sheriff’s deputy and is good at his job and he’s always the one to volunteer to babysit the drunk tank overnight in their tiny town. He has never had an incident on record.

He’s going to hold onto the “no priors” thing when he has to explain tonight.

The first person deposited in his drunk tank is a tall – but not as tall as Jack – wiry fellow with unnecessarily long – but stunningly well groomed – hair, a spectacular moustache, and a warm grin. He’s wearing only a pair of cargo shorts even though it is not warm outside. Jack rolls his eyes when the guy says his name is Shitty.

“I need your actual name for the booking sheet,” Jack says.

“B,” the guy says. “Seriously. It’s just B. B. Simeon Knight III if you really want to know.”

Jack is pretty sure he’s high, which goes a long way to explaining his presence in the drunk tank. Jack records B. Simeon Knight’s name on the sheet and gets the charge from the arresting officer – drunk and disorderly with a healthy dose of malicious mischief.

The next people are brought in together, a pair of shockingly large men who bow their heads and sit down across from Shitty in the drunk tank. They’re clearly going for remorseful and apologetic, but after Jack collects their names (Justin Oluransi and Adam Birkholtz) one of them starts giggling lowly and Jack shakes his head. Oluransi punches Birkholtz in the shoulder and the giggling stops. Jack is reminded for some reason of the quote, “A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting there next to you laughing.”

The fourth person brought to him is absolutely tiny. He’s blond, he’s got huge brown eyes, his whole face is glowing red from alcohol consumption, and once he’s deposited in the drunk tank, he proceeds to lean up against the bars and stare at Jack with big eyes.

“You’re the prettiest police officer I’ve ever seen,” he says in a heavy southern drawl.

“Deputy,” Jack corrects, trying not to look at his latest acquisition, who is apparently named Eric Bittle.

“You’re the prettiest police deputy I’ve ever seen,” Eric Bittle says, still staring at him. Jack doesn’t look. Because Eric Bittle is definitely the cutest detainee he’s ever had.

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The Wager - Part 5

Warning: teasing and fluff

A/N: Okay I feel guilty when I can’t post for y’all so here is an update to this part since I left you teasing – sorry it’s also kinda short!! Logan rocks my socks!


You watched Logan from on top of the island, your legs swinging idly as he moved around effortlessly finishing the last touches for dinner.

“When you asked me over for dinner and a movie, I was expecting pizza and Netflix. Not a glamourous meal from Chef Logan.”

He stops for a second from seasoning the poached potatoes to look at you, raising a curious eyebrow before asking,

“I ask you to wear the beautiful sundress I bought you this afternoon from a top notch designer to just get stained by cheap grease and frozen toppings? You really think that low of me?”

The credulousness in his voice causes you to laugh as you take another sip of your wine before letting out,

“I mean, I thought it was weird but……yeah. Kinda. You’ve never cooked for me and the pizza you order from your tower, the restaurant your family owns by the way, has delicious fresh cooked pizza. I just thought you wanted to torture me by undressing me with your eyes all night.”

He smirks, turning back to you though the hint of something mischievous stays on his lips.

“You’re partially right,” he says after a while, pulling out a sharp set of knives to cut through the lamb. The freaking leg of lamb he found time to cook for you sometime between when you left and now. The man was unbelievable. “I do plan on undressing you with my eyes all night,” he throws an intentional glance your way, his eyes slowly drinking you in. You ignore the way it makes your heart increase, or how much you want him to touch you. “But since you’ve already witnessed my skills in the kitchen I just thought….it would be nice to make you a meal.”

You nod, hopping off the island and grabbing your new empty wine glass.

“I clearly underestimated you.”

“Clearly.”

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The Cuckoo Bird: A “Shatter Me” Fanfiction

Summary: Warner and Juliette are starting to put the world back together, piece by piece, and while preparing for a celebration, Juliette decides to wear something special to surprise him.

Ship: Warnette

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,617

A/N: This fic takes place after the Shatter Me series, so if you haven’t read it all the way through, I would avoid this.

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anonymous asked:

Vongola + Byakuran reactions to overhearing their crush saying they like them? For instance they were walking around and happen to hear s/o who's teased by her friends and she admits to liking them? What they do afterwards is up to you ;)

Yamamoto is here

Tsuna:“Ciaossu, Y/N.” Tsuna watched you jump, looking down at the ground where Reborn stood at your feet. Tsuna, himself was far too shy to approach you, so Reborn had taken it upon himself to go talk to you. You leaned down and picked up the infant, a tiny blush on your cheeks. “Hello, Reborn,” you greeted. The glint in Reborn’s beady eyes sent a shiver down Tsuna’s spine from where he hid around a corner. Oh, no…”You like Dame-Tsuna, don’t you? You want to be with him?” Tsuna felt his whole brain shut down. Damn, Reborn… The squeak that left your lips as you dropped the infant in surprise and backed up a few steps had him tuning in once more. “I- what- n-no! You- ugh!” Your head fell in defeat and Reborn smirked, victorious. “Am I that obvious?” You asked, putting your hands behind your back as you leaned against the wall. “Yep. The only one that hasn’t noticed is Tsuna himself, but Tsuna’s an idiot. He won’t find out unless he somehow managed to hear this conversation.” You paled, not liking the look on the kid’s face. Reborn smirked some more, and walked away, leaving you there in mortification. He came around the corner to see Tsuna glaring- actually glaring at him. “Now’s your chance, Tsuna! Show ‘em who’s Boss and Plant one on ‘em!” With a swift kick in the rump, Tsuna came stumbling out from his hiding spot, and instantly, he was trapped by your eyes. Your pale face became red, and so did his, but he straightened and walked towards you anyways. How was he going to say this? What words should he use? He’d pictured this moment for a long time but now that the time was here, nothing came to mind. When he stood in front of you, he tucked his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. “Y/N…” He paused and bit his lip. “Tsuna?” You whispered, it was the sound of your voice, the quiet, breathy tone you used, that brought him to his course of action. He grabbed you, one hand on your hip, the other at the base of your neck, and pulled you into a heated kiss. From his vantage point, Reborn smirked, watching your hands come up to clutch at Tsuna’s shirt desperately. “Good job, Dame-Tsuna. You did something right.”

Gokudera: “Oh, wow, it’s Gokudera-kun! He’s so cool!” “So tough!” “Dreamy!” Gokudera grumbled as he heard girls from school fawning over him, as usual. They weren’t even at school, and still, he couldn’t escape them. He didn’t care about how many girls liked him, he didn’t exactly like them back, and he wasn’t ever afraid to show it. It didn’t stop them from practically stalking him as he made his way to the small cafe in downtown Namimori. The bell above the door announced his arrival, and his eye twitched in annoyance as it rang again, much louder, as his “fanclub” entered as well. You stood behind the counter, hair messy under your cap, and your apron tied around your waist. You weren’t working the front like you usually were, and that sent disappointment shooting down Gokudera’s spine. In your place was your manager, a woman about Bianchi’s age with dark eyes and lips that curved in a smirk as soon as she saw him. “Yo, Gokudera,” she greeted, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, “I assume you’re here for your usual?” “Yeah, yeah, just hurry it up, woman,” Gokudera grumbled, trailing his eyes back to you. “You got it. Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend is here for his coffee!” Gokudera felt his face heat up, and watched you freeze in shock before whipping around to face your manager. “He’s not my boyfriend!” “Ah, I thought he was, given how much you undress him with your eyes. My mistake.” “Why, you-” you made a grab for your manager, but she was too fast, dancing out of range like a trained fighter. Sighing in defeat, you looked up at Gokudera, who was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. “So…” You dragged the word out awkwardly. “Coffee and a biscotti, right?” Gokudera blinked, snapping out of his trance, and smirked. “Yeah. A coffee, a biscotti, and your number would be great.” Your mouth dropped open in surprise, before matching his smirk with one of your own. “Smooth, Gokudera. Very smooth.” You turned around to prepare his order, and Gokudera was happy to see your phone number written on his coffee cup as he walked out the door. He didn’t even care when his fanclub stalked after him.

Hibari: Aloud slam echoed through the halls of Namimori Middle. You and your friend both looked up to see Hibari Kyoya’s tonfa in the wall beside the head of a well-known troublemaker in the school. Your friend scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder, as Hibari hissed a threat and stalked off. She turned to you, face annoyed. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know why you have such a big crush on Hibari. He’s a thug.” “No,” you murmured, blushing, “he’s not a thug.” “Right. He’s just ‘misunderstood,’ I forgot. I still don’t get it. He doesn’t even give you the time of day.” You huffed and opened your mouth to retort, when a body stepped in front of you. “Y/full/N.” Hibari stood there. He cut your friend a harsh look, but when he looked at you they softened into being blank. You couldn’t read him, never could, and that made you nervous. “You’ll meet me on the roof at lunch.” Your eyes widened. “O-Okay.” He looked again at your friend before stalking off once again. Your friend turned to you, eyes worried. “I think I may have gotten you in trouble.” You shook your head, biting your lip. “I’m sure it’s fine.” When lunch came around, you climbed the stairs to the roof, tapping your fingers against your bento nervously. Hibari lay on the roof, eyes closed. When you opened the door, he opened one eye to look at you. “Sit,” he ordered. It was all he said for the entire lunch break. When the bell rang to signal it was time to return to class, he looked at you expectantly. “Hibari, why did you ask me up here if you weren’t going to say anything?” “It’s 12:30, herbivore. Get to class.” It wasn’t until you were sitting next to your friend and she was interrogating you about what Hibari had wanted when you realized exactly what had happened. Hibari, stoic beyond belief, and with a reputation to uphold, had just wanted to spend the lunch period in your presence. Turning to your friend with a smile and a blush, you replied, “He was giving me the time of day.”

Ryohei: “Sasagawa!” A shout echoed through the Boxing Club room. Ryohei looked over at the door, seeing the Karate Club Captain standing with a hand wrapped tightly around your elbow. Ryohei took one look at the grimace on your face and knew you’d been forcefully dragged there from your class. “We’re going to fight for this club space! Y/N L/N is here to ensure you actually fight! Because you love Y/N and Y/N loves you!” Ryohei blinked, then focused his attention solely on you. “Sorry you got dragged into this mess, Y/N. You alright?” As you were tugged closer to the ring, you could feel the color rushing to your cheeks. Ryohei hadn’t denied liking you, hadn’t even acknowledged the Karate Club captain at all. Your lips broke into a hopeful smile, and you nodded. Ryohei nodded back. “Good. I’ll beat this guy extremely fast, so don’t worry.” The captain of the Karate Club scoffed and shoved you into his lackeys. “Don’t underestimate me, Sasagawa!” Ryohei, of course, hadn’t underestimated his opponent, but overestimated him; one jab(that almost missed) had knocked the other boy out. Ryohei grinned, and turned to you as the Karate Club goons released you in favor of fleeing. “So, Y/N, you love me, huh?” “S-Shut up, you love me too!”

Lambo: “Alala! You’re pretty!” “Thank you?” You were holding up an infant, who, just seconds beforehand, had been your crush and lab-partner, Lambo. The two of you had just been walking to find a place to work on your project, when Lambo had disappeared in a puff of smoke and this crying toddler in a cow suit came running out and collided with your legs. You’s crouched to comfort him, and immediately his green eyes had widened with wonder and his tears had vanished, replaced with a blush. “Lambo-san’s gonna marry you one day, lady!” “L-Lambo-san is?” “Yep!” The kid shined a big, toothy grin up at you, “I’m gonna love you forever.” You blinked. So this kid was actually Lambo…somehow. “Well, in that case, don’t tell, but I really like Lambo-san too, and if Lambo-san were to ask me out, well, I wouldn’t say no.” “Yay!” The kid cheered. There was another poof, and there was Lambo, the appropriate age, looking at the ground with a blush and hand rubbing the back of his neck. You looked at him expectantly for a moment, then called, “Lambo-san~” His eyes snapped to yours, wide, “You’re supposed to ask me out.” “Y-Y/N!” “Come on, Lambo, we’ve got a project to finish, and then you can take me out to dinner.”

Mukuro: “Ahahahaha!” “For God’s sake will you shut up!” You couldn’t take Ken’s laughing anymore. “Y/N,” Chikusa sighed, “Mukuro doesn’t usually like people like that.” “I know,” you pouted, sitting on the couch next to Ken, who was still laughing more quietly, now. “I can’t help liking him, Chikusa!” “I get it,” Ken said suddenly, sitting up straight, a goofy grin on his lips. “It’s because of how he treats us different from all the others, right?” You blushed and nodded, hanging your head. Mukuro had always treated you and these two boys with a degree of kindness that he never showed to anyone else. Ken bumped you with his shoulder, prompting you to rest your head on his arm. “It’ll be alright, Y/N,” he assured in an unexpectedly soft voice, “Mukuro won’t notice, but eventually you’ll get over this little crush of yours.” There was a clearing of the throat from the doorway, and the three of you looked up, and paled. There was Mukuro, standing there, his eyes narrowed almost dangerously. “Ken, Chikusa, leave.” Chikusa slid out of the room immediately, but Ken stayed next to you, wide eyed. “Mukuro-” “Out, now.” Ken took your hand and squeezed it, before reluctantly standing and leaving as well. Mukuro watched to make sure Ken and Chikusa were completely out of sight before coming to sit next to you on the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee, threw his arm onto the back of the couch behind you, and smirked. If you had been standing, your knees would have gone right out from under you. That being said you sank even further into the couch. “Mukuro, I-” He cut you off by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. When he pulled away he had to smile at your deer-in-headlights look. “Ken and Chikusa usually know what they’re talking about, but not this time.”

Byakuran: The shouting of Vongola’s Storm and second most powerful Rain reached Byakuran’s cell with no issues. You and Gokudera had been at it for hours and Byakuran was getting a little irritated with the Storm for snapping at you the way he was. Byakuran realized, of course, that somewhere in the midst of battle, he’d fallen in love you (or, at least, your past self), with no hope of his feelings being returned. With the Tsunayoshi of this time still in hiding, you, as his younger sister, manned the helm of the ship that was the Vongola and your current order of business was, well, Byakuran and you wanted to keep him alive. Gokudera let out a roar that snapped Byakuran out of his thoughts. “Just because you like him doesn’t mean he’s not still a danger!” Byakuran’s eyebrow rose, and a pleased smirk curled on his lips. “No,” you raged back, “The fucking flame suppressant device Sanner and Giannini made is what makes him not a danger, you prick! Stop arguing with me because he could be important!” “But Juudaime-” “He isn’t here, Hayato,” your voice was pained, and Byakuran felt a twinge of guilt as he realized that it was his fault, technically, that Tsunayoshi was gone. You continued, “Tsuna’s not here, and he left me in charge. I’ve had almost 10 years to figure out how to handle this, Shoichi and I have gone over it a million times, we’ve tested it hundreds more. This will work, so please, have a little faith in me.” Finally, finally, Gokudera’s voice lowered to normal, “I trust you, Undecimo.” The next few words were too quiet for Byakuran’s ears to hear, but he did pick up the sound of footsteps coming towards him, quick and light. You appeared outside his sell, still flushed from your shouting, face still stern. Your cocked one hip and placed your hands upon them. He gave you a grin, “Tell me more about how important I am, my love, I’m sure they didn’t hear you in Italy.” “Shut the fuck up.” “Yes, Undecimo.” “Fucker.”

Rendezvous

Prompt #28. “I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes.”

Warnings : Mentions of sex, implied smut

Author : Ash

Request : Yes @sgt-jbb-107

Summary : Bucky’s Truthful Answer of why he wasn’t listening during your de-briefing brings back some rather “intimate” moments from your teammates.

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“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes” your boyfriend Bucky said as he looked your over. You were in the middle of giving a de-briefing when you had asked Bucky a question only to be met with a more then truthful answer. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“We all know you and (Y/N) have a very active sex life.” Natasha pointed out. She gave you both a sly wink and you noticed everyone nodding their heads in agreement. “Remember the time on the balcony?” Nat said as you she gave you a thumbs up.

“It’s not like we haven’t heard or seen the security camera footage.” Tony said. “And by the way, I’m still waiting for one of you to replace the counter in the kitchen.” He said his eyes shifting to Bucky. You thought back to that night, one of the nights where you got jealous of some blonde bimbo at one of Tony’s parties. You had told Bucky “Fuck me for all I’m worth” and he did. Although it broke the kitchen counter in the process.

“What about the time where (Y/N) and Bucky decided they would stop the elevator during the cocktail party because they absolutely couldn’t wait?” Wanda said almost in a teasing tone. She threw a tsk-tsk finger shake at you and you just hung your head down as you started laughing.

“Oh no, I know the one that tops that.” You and Bucky both looked over at Steve. You all three shared a knowing look. “Steve, don’t say it pal.” Bucky said almost in a teasing yet threatening tone. “Oh god, this isn’t happening.” You muttered under your breath.

“Quinjet three weeks ago…we were in the middle of a mission and they decided to stay behind.” Steve looked at both of you. A mortified expression crossed everyone’s face.

“That’s what you were doing??!!” Everyone said in unison. You hung your head down in shame as everyone just laughed. “To our defense, you guys had everything taken care of.” You said as you tried regain your composure.

After a few minutes of embarrassing stories and good laughs the team decided you’d try to give the debriefing at another time. As everyone started to file out of the conference room Bucky walked up to you.

“You know Doll, I was imagining that purple lace number I love so much underneath that tight little dress of yours…You could show me right here.” He said seductively as his hand skimmed its way to your thigh right at the hem of your dress.

“Not in the Conference Room Barnes, I want at least one thing that hasn’t been defiled by both of you.” You heard Tony shout as he walked by. You and Bucky just laughed as you both started to head towards your room. The conference room would just have to wait for another day.

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Silence (NSFW)

We had no intentions of staying in your grandparents’ spare bedroom after a delicious weeknight dinner, but the unanticipated storm leaves us with little alternative. I know you’re reluctant. As we say our good nights, and graciously accept a pile of clean linen, a devilish idea consumes me. I had teased you all evening with the tap on my nails on the dining room table and brush of my nylon clad foot against your leg while we ate, working us both into quite a state.

I quietly push you against the bedroom door as it closes shut behind us and then stand on my tiptoes to reach your precious lips. Between sweet kisses, you repeat my name under your breath in protest. You’re far from disillusioned by my bag of tricks. I smirk.

‘Arms up’ I demand in a cheeky whisper, purposefully ignoring your struggle. Those grey eyes widen and fixate on mine as you shake your head. 'Up’ I repeat, in the most confident of tongues. You gulp. There’s no point arguing, your pressing excitement tells me you need this as much as I do.

When you eventually comply, I burrow my fingertips under the bottom of your loose fitting t-shirt and graze my nails over your hips and up your tender sides as your shirt lifts. You tense. My nails leave an instant trail of goosebumps to mark their path and I feel you using every skerrick of willpower to keep your arms raised high above your head for our mutual enjoyment.

Pausing my fingertips at the base of your underarms, you begin to tremble. 'What’s the matter, baby?’ I ask with a grin. You bite your bottom lip. I can’t help but stare at you, admiring the wrinkles formed by your scrunched nose and not so hidden smile. I love how you’re useless at holding back the biggest of smiles. Fuck, you’re already making me melt.

I scurry my fingers under both of your arms at once and your composure instantly gives way. Your arms retract to your sides, trapping my fingers which I continue to scrunch, making you whither and squirm against the solid bedroom door. Not being able to laugh from fear of your grandparents hearing our playtime only proves to amplify the maddening sensation and seems to weaken your usually above average stamina. You desperately want to burst into a fit of laughter but you know that will only cause an end to your torment, and secretly, you never want my teasing to stop.

Finally, you utilise your greater strength and size to kiss me deeply in your longing for momentary release. I can’t help but kiss you back, then I scrunch my fingers once more for good measure. You throwback your head against the woodwork and drop your body weight into my embrace. I race my hand down your sides then release.

'If you can’t keep your hands above your head there is no option but to tie you up’ I manage to coo with a gentle jab in your sides after I finally regain some composure myself. You pretend to protest all the while undressing at lightning pace. Your predicament never fails to turn me on. I selvage the belt from your trousers and luckily for you, I keep a stash of silk scarves in my handbag for exactly these occasions.

What a delightful sight. Now naked, you lay on your back expectingly, hopeful that I will reward you for your obedience. Your glistening cock is loudly seeking my attention. I smirk once more, quietly encouraged by your enthusiasm and desire. I proceed to undress in front of you, revealing my new matching lacy bra and panties. Your eyes widen. Oh how I adore teasing you. You lift a pillow and burry your face in any attempt to alleviate your growing frustration. Until now you’ve only been restrained by your own longing to be dominated.

I take my time securing your wrists together with three loops of your belt and affix the belt to the headboard with a silk scarf. The anticipation just as torturous as my devilish touch. You whine. Your legs are spread wide and ankles duly tied to the corners of the bed frame. I test your bonds with a flutter of my nails. Your head shakes side to side. Your cock bounces. You are perfect.

Positioning myself next to your bound body, I begin to kiss along your jaw line. You turn your head away from my lips, exposing your neck to my next assault.

'I know how badly you crave this’ I whisper, referring to your unfulfillable desire to be vulnerable.

'To be teased.’ 'To be tickled.’

I’m accentuating my words so each syllable vibrates in your ears. You moan and your cock grows.

My fingers trace over your upper tummy and you fail to prevent a small giggle from escaping your lips. I swiftly muffle your laughter with one hand and use the other to trace large circles around your belly, savouring each flinch as I hit a particularly sweet spot. A pinky finger in your navel never fails to set you off. I can sense you’re on the verge of inadvertently waking your grandparents in the next room. I pause, though my finger not yet retracted.

Once you’re somewhat composed, I climb on top of you, facing your feet. You yelp at the first scrape of my nails up your left arch. Thinking quickly, I bury my toes into your mouth to stifle any forthcoming laughter. Your cock stiffens the moment my small, soft feet caress your face. Your cock is teasing me above my panties. I can’t help but grind and you moan into my soles. I giggle gently as you lick and nibble, but you’re careful not to make me pull away.

You buck as far as the silk scarves will allow when I scurry my nails up your arch and pause on the ball of your foot. I tickle with cascading fingers then stop and repeat over and over again. I enjoy the feeling of the vibrations of your muffled laughter all over my feet, perhaps I’m enjoying this too much. More than once I need to remind you to be quiet, by scratching just below your toes and force my nible fingers between each one. Your toes curl and I turn to see your face turning an interesting shade of red.

As you start to take control of your predicament, I switch feet and commence my assault on your sensitive right sole. Again you buck and whither. There’s a small crease at the top of your right arch that drives you to hysteria. I swear your laughter falls silent as I lick and nibble this crease before devouring your toes.

'Not the toes’ you want to scream, yet you can’t. There is no alternative but to accept the tickling. I know you’d never alert your grandparents to your torment and I plan on taking full advantage of your priorities. Your body’s tense. Your cock is pulsating. Fuck, I’m wet.

Feeling myself getting closer and not wanting to be too distracted, I dismount your waist and reposition my body between your bound legs, my lips millimetres from the head of your cock and nails resting on each hip. My legs are bent so those soles you love are visible and so close, yet completely out of your reach.

'Pleasssse’ you beg. I smile, knowing you’re pleading for some kind of gag, a scarf, a hand, a foot, anything to allow you to fully emerge your self in the moment. But your begging goes unanswered. The need to be silent is your ultimate restraint. The ultimate tease.

I wink. My lips lower around the head of your cock. Your eyes and fists clench simultaneously.

As I take all of you in my mouth, my nails rake over your hips with the perfect amount of pressure, over and over again. You writhe, quickly approaching the edge. I stop. Your desperate to scream.

While I give you time to regain your composure, my fingertips make their way up your sides like I’m playing piano keys and back down all the way to your inner thighs. I glance at you and wait until I’ve caught your eye.

'Oh no!’ you beg. I smile.

Once my nails burrow under your balls your mouth widens and I can see the beautiful mix of dread and delight overtake your form. All ten nails tickle you most sensitive of spots. Your kryptonite. They work softly and slowly at first and gradually the pattern is lost and the motion is haphazard. The sensation must be maddening. I flutter my nails and pause at random. You try your hardest to retract your hips or buck, both are useless. The silence is the most beautiful kind of torture imaginable but you can’t tolerate much more at all.

I kiss the top of your balls and up your shaft before my lips resume their favourite position, around your aching cock. With my nails still at work it barely takes one wet, deep, long suck until I begin to taste you. Your body convulsing until every last drop had been drank.

With the final thrust of you hips, you collapse firmly into the mattress and can only manage to shudder when I lick the top of your cock as I pry my wanting lips away. Once you’re untied I have to reposition your body myself so I can wrap my arms around you. I adore how you melt into me and I kiss the back of your head.

'Maybe we should sleepover more often’ you manage to muster, before falling soundly to sleep in my embrace.

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Summary: We made this prompt list because there’s no requests what so ever. We would appreciate requests but if you can’t think of send a prompt! Please take the time do this for us. Send in a prompt and character!

The work you see here is our original work. If you see this elsewhere it was stolen and we’d appreciate being informed as it’s illegal to steal work that wasn’t yours without giving credit. Thank you.

Fandoms: Marvel, Supernatural, Teen Wolf and the actors.

1. Why are we at a strip club?

2. I’m sorry…you said what to the teacher?!

3. You hit my car? I don’t care if you’re (insert superhero), I’m close to ripping your throat out.

4. Am I dead?

5. Damn you are a kinky motherfucker….I like it.

6. Pfft…it’s just a scratch…

7. I killed a guy…quickly so don’t be upset!

8. It’s not an OBSESSION, it’s a collection.

9. Excuse me? That’s my side of the bed.

10. I’m feeling very…stabby right now…

11. Oh my god…that’s nail polish! You thought I was bleeding?!

12. “Okay…so our daughter…she’s saying she got her period…but it’s nail polish” and “did you touch it?” and “NO!”

13. You will treat this child like royalty or I will kill you.

14. Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you

15. Well this is awkward…blueberry?

16. That’s not where I would hide the body.

17. Damnit, I told you not to fall for me.

18. Just promise me you’ll come back to us.

19. I love sex, so sue me? Or you could screw me?

20. Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.

21. You almost gave me a heart attack! Why are you wearing just a bow?

22. Did you just say you love me?

23. Why did you invite him? No I’m not jealous. Okay, maybe a little.

24. It’s always been you. You and only you.

25. “Mom! Dad is scaring my date again.”

26. Wait, where are my clothes?

27. You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you.

28. I wasn’t listening to you. I was undressing you with my eyes.

29. You know, thongs aren’t so uncomfortable after all.

30. If you loved me, you’d fight. If you loved me, you’d stay. If you loved me, you’d show it. Do you even know what love is?

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Let Me Undress You

Let me undress you with my eyes,
Imagination becoming wildly excited,
Blood rushing to my cheeks,
Turning a soft pink when I picture you.

Let me undress you with my fingers,
Pulling one delicate thread at a time,
Unravelling the beautiful mystery beneath,
A tapestry unwinding slowly before my eyes.

Let me undress you with my teeth,
Softly taking your strands of cloth,
Pushing them aside to feel your touch,
That virulent rush of skin on skin.

Let me undress you with my words,
Winding passages that unlock your deepest desires,
An endless pathway of fantasy and opportunity,
With every turning page.

Let me undress you with my soul,
That your nakedness will illuminate all,
Bright and iridescent,
Filling a room with your light.

Let me undress you for all eternity,
For there is no other that I will lay bare,
Before me so completely,
That I will witness Heaven.

My Thoughts of Her