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between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)

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Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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instant gratification 2.5 (m)

Originally posted by flippitt

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➾warnings: smut, pregnancy mention (as applies to IG2)

➾jk’s POV of IG2 as heavily requested!

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This party sucks. 

His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha? 

Fuck if he knows.

All he knows is that you’re not replying to his texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.

“Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.

Either way, yours feel a million times better.

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Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

*****

Part 2

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Apples and Heroes

Originally posted by kissthejotun

Request: Can you please do a Star Trek story with Bones and the words “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”, “your pulse is weak,” and “all the apples in the world wouldn’t stop me.” They aren’t in your prompts list I hope that’s okay? Thank you!

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anonymous asked:

so yesterday i got my first tattoo and everything was fine when he was doing the line work and then we took a break to go smoke and then we came back and did shading and it hurt like a BITCH but he told me to go to my happy place and then HARRY JUST POPPED IN MY HEAD AND WHAT IF HARRY WAS A TATTOO ARTIST???? You'd be whining but he is so focused on the art before him and just mumbling, "Just a little bit left, hold on for me? yeah? you think you could do that?" IM SEETHING

OMG OMG OMG :-(( 1.) CONGRATS ON UR FIRST TAT BBY I HOPE U LIKE IT V MUCH AND UR HAPPY 💝💝 2.)

Just imagine him leaning next to you as you get it on your upper arm, his warm breathing tickling your ear as the hum of the machine is the only sound in the quiet room.

You’re wriggling and whimpering at the pain, trying your best to remain still but it hurts and irritates and you just want it over with.

Harry comforts you, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration with his lips tilted down slightly, looking incredibly intense, but his voice comes out soft and soothing. “You’re alright, pet. Jus’ a little longer and then we’ll be finished. You’re doing amazing, yeah? Strong girl, y'are.”

You grit your teeth, nodding slowly and squeezing your eyes shut for a second. You turn your neck to face him, trying your best to distract yourself by looking at the posters behind him and all around the room, focusing on details in order to shove the pain from your mind.

You end up zeroing back in on Harry, gaze gluing on his pretty lips that are set in a determined pout. Your eyes hops around his different features, using them as an anchor to the pain.

His bright, rainforest green eyes that shimmer with specks of gold and bronze, full of professionalism and confidence as the image of the tattoo needle reflects across their glossy surface. His nose, which is long and slightly pointed, but buttons at the tip adorably. His fine cheekbones and strong jaw, which is set taunt in centralization as he focuses on nothing else but your skin and the pen.

What you say next slips out suddenly in a lapse of pain-induced weakness, your voice coming out shaky and meek. “You’re really pretty, Harry.”

You immediately regret it, eyes screwing tight as you feel your cheeks simmer with embarrassment. If you weren’t in such a movement-sensitive position at the moment, you’d shove your fist in your mouth.

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words: 2.6k (I am so sorry but the words kept coming)


Namjoon: Namjoon had decided to spend the whole weekend with you since their schedule was rather loose. You had prepared everything in advance, food, drinks, movies you could watch. The thought of spending so much time with him had you smiling all the day before.

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Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

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“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.

~~~

Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.

~~~

“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.

~~~

When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  

 ~~~

Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.


End of part 1. 

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Bend Over My Lap A.I

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

warning: smut

word count: 1600+

summary: dominant!ashton - y/n cheats on ashton because she’s unsatisfied but he proves her wrong

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“What do you mean?” Ashton asked me and I saw his face start to quiver. 

“I slept with another man.” I looked down, trying to avoid his burning gaze. 

“You slept with another man?” He repeated in disbelief and I nodded my head. I looked up and could see the hurt in his eyes before he broke eye contact and looked at the ground. His expression was grim before he turned around and stalked to the kitchen sink, dropping his fork into the sink of soapy water.

I could see his arms clench as he gripped onto the counter and he slumped his head down, making my heart drop. How could I do this to the man I love? Yes, I had been unhappy and unsatisfied, but that gave me no reason to do what I did. I had no excuses.

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Stereotypical (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Part two! It’s gonna be a sloooooow burn. (sorry, not sorry) Mention of Naomi Campbell; just saying: I don’t mean anything by it. I love her. Ok? Ok. 

“You enjoying yourself?”

James leaned over your shoulder just as you told another model to take his shirt off (one of the perks of your job)

You snickered, “Always. I love my job”

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Black & White - Chapter 8

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 5.4k words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Mini Masterlist

Your arms stretched above your head as you relaxed your muscles. Your eyes diminished in size, squinting to adjust itself to the glowing ray of sunlight that penetrated the glass windows placed on the walls on your room. A small smile played cheekily on your face.

It was early. Way too early for you too be indulging in a state of giddiness but you couldn’t help it. Not when the first thing that cracked your skull open and slipped into your groggy mind upon waking up was a replay of the events that happened the day before. The kiss you shared with Baekhyun was on loop and you couldn’t fight the urge of your lips that threatened to curve upwards. From his agonizingly wet and smooth lips to the manly scent your senses were rewarded with from every inhale, you willed yourself to calm down. How he still smelled so good despite having not showered yet baffled you. It wasn’t fair.

The moment you reluctantly pulled the snug and comfy blanket away from your body, a blast of cold air smacked itself against your skin. Floor tiles felt icy beneath your feet and you yawned. Today was going to be a long day.


Your head was slightly tilted back to a certain degree as you read the words imprinted on the piece of paper pinned to the centre of the notice board. The results of the class for one of your recent assignments had been put up and you studied it while humming silently to yourself.

From your peripheral vision, you saw a figure on your right leaning itself against the notice board. His jet black hair was pressed against the surface behind him and his head was facing the direction opposing yours. There was no need to flicker your eyes towards the figure to perceive his identity, that would have been deemed pointless. You already knew who it was.

His presence itself was unmistakeable. From the confident way he held himself to the distinct aura that surrounded him, it was impossible for you not to know. You could even feel stares behind you and you knew that if you turned, you would have been met by curious eyes. This was the kind of attention Baekhyun usually received, the gender percentage mostly girls. You had been seen multiple times in campus with him and people were presumably wondering when   and how the two of you had gotten close.

“We all know you got a good score already, so come on. Lets go grab some lunch, i’m hungry.”

You resisted the smile that tried to fight its way to your lips. He was beside you and you knew that if you inhaled breaths deep enough, you might just be able to catch his addictive scent once more. Instead, you pulled your gaze away from the thin paper and towards him instead.

“I can’t. I have a class starting soon,” you frowned. His expression changed to mirror yours, albeit marginally. It was just a minimal tick of his lips downwards but you still noticed it. “Which is a pity because lunch would have been my treat today.”

“What? You paying for my lunch?” he questioned, his face sporting an amused expression. “What’s the occasion?”

Baekhyun pushed himself away from the notice board and began sauntering away, following you to your desired destination.

“Just because.”


“Because?”

“Because I want to,” you grinned.

“Aww, I am eternally inconsolable. I can’t believe I’m going to have to miss the grand opportunity of you buying me lunch. Don’t talk to me. I’m sad.”

Small laughter escaped your lips as you listened to his words. He was being irresistibly cute at this moment without even meaning to. Cute may not be an adequate adjective for him and you were sure that if you had not known him personally and you were observing him from afar, you would be nervous. He exhibited a very attractive and alluring look with his charcoal mop of hair, penetrating eyes and intimidating resting face. However, you had met him and you had gotten to know him and you knew what he was like. You listened to his words and you decided cute was the perfect adjective for how he was right now.

“What about dinner? Oh! There’s this new restaurant that just opened and I heard it’s really good. Lets eat there,” you beamed.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Alright. Lets go tonight then. Will you pay?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“I’m just joking,” he chuckled. “I’d never ask you to pay for me, you silly girl.”

“But I want to,” you whined softly.

“Nope. Now stop looking so cute, you’re really making me want to hug you in front of everyone.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He was being ruthless with his words, throwing them at you without even the least bit considerate of how it made your insides scream and squeal and shout all at the same time.


“I’ll hug you if you let me pay for your dinner.”

“That isn’t fair,” he groaned. “Either way, my answer is no.”

Now it was your turn to groan. Baekhyun really almost usually has his way most of the time. Your efforts to change his mind remained in vain.

“Don’t look so sad,” he laughed. “You’re actually making me feel guilty for not wanting you to pay.”


“Good. You should be,” you mumbled.

You arrived outside the lecture hall. The hallway you were both in was nearly empty, only one or two students dotting its path at the other end. It was understandable since you were early by ten minutes.

“Well, i’m already here. You go and have fun eating lunch all by yourse—“

Your words were cut short when his lips came into contact with your cheek, planting a chaste kiss in its wake.

You were done. You were done fighting the smile that had threatened to find its way towards your lips so you gave up and you let it happen. Baekhyun leaned back and looked down at you, a satisfied smirk displayed on his handsome countenance.

“There,” he piped. “Much better.”


The two doors of your wardrobe opened, exhibiting all your pieces of fabric ranging from blouses to jeans to shorts and to dresses in a variety of colours.  After more than half an hour of debating with So Hee over which outfit would be satisfactory for tonight’s dinner, you ended up choosing a snowbound white top tucked into a pastel pink skirt that stopped marginally below your mid thigh. Pairing it with white knee-high socks and a beige cardigan, you swore you could still feel the ringing of your ears as an effect of So Hee screaming things along the words of “YES, THAT IS PERFECT!” into the speaker of her phone whilst you both were face timing. You were the only one to blame for leaving such a close proximity between your ears and the device that was cradled in your hand.

You climbed into Baekhyun’s car and flashed him a grin to which he returned, his one being more boyish and handsome that it made your mind go haywire.

“Alright, you’re throwing me the directions, kitten,” he started. “I’ll be driving the princess.”

He winked at you and it made you giggle. Curse him for being so charming. Google eased your process of finding the location of the desired destination and before you knew it, you both had arrived. The place was packed with people but to your fortunate luck, a couple was just finishing up so it was merely a curtailed wait for you to land a table. Despite the crowd of people dotting up the restaurant sporadically, the noise level wasn’t too loud neither was it too soft. The tables were draped with cream white cloth and the eclectic decor simply enhanced the overall look. Glass windows lined the walls and the ambience was just appropriate.

It didn’t take long before your mind was set on what to order so while Baekhyun was flipping through the menu, you pounced on the opportunity to study his appearance for the night. He was dressed in a button up shirt and jeans with oxford shoes. They were all black, the typical color associated with him that you don’t think you would ever get tired of seeing. The combination of his outfit was simple but when you paired it with Byun Baekhyun, it would instantaneously become lethal.

How lucky of you to be blessed with such a breathtaking view. Baekhyun underneath the high ceiling lights with his flawlessly tousled hair and ridiculously handsome face strayed far from the usual bad boy image he put on yet he still pulled it off. The subtle glances and stared from other girls thrown his way were solid evidence of that.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice calling out to you. He was staring straight at you with his piercing eyes that had grown friendlier to yours as time had passed.

“I said, do you want to order now? I’ve chosen my meal already,” he informed you.

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stuttered in reply.

“What’s the matter? Do I look that good that you can’t keep your eyes off me?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinked under his gaze upon realizing that you had been caught staring. A small and deep laugh emitted from the man seated in front of you.

“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled. “Cute.”

As soon as the waiter arrived at your table and pulled you away from your short-lived misery, you and Baekhyun placed your orders. Baekhyun settled with small talk as you both waited for the food to arrive. You felt at ease like this. There was no need for you to exert effort into keeping a conversation going with him, it had its own natural flow of coherency.

“Oh finally,” he addressed the moment the food came. “I’m ravenous.”

You chuckled at his behavior before looking down at the plate of pasta laid before you. The aroma that met your nose was mouthwatering and you hoped it tasted as great as it looked. However, with your first bite, you weren’t the least bit disappointed. You weren’t the only one enjoying your food, it seemed. Baekhyun groaned in satisfaction upon the first scoop of his meal entering his mouth.

“That good, huh?” you quipped.

“Yes. Hell yes. This is amazing,” he admitted. “You did a good job choosing this place. I knew there was a reason I like you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

He liked you? Sure, you noticed that his actions towards you were more than platonic and they certainly weren’t what normal friends usually did with each other. Friends don’t make your heart race and they definitely don’t kiss each other. But he never addressed the situation before this and you did not want to get your hopes up.

Judging by how he wasn’t the least bit affected by the final words he had spoken and how he continued going about without any signs of hesitancy, you presumed it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. You pushed whatever thoughts out of your mind and resumed eating your meal. You did it fairly well because just minutes later, you were indulging in conversation with him once again with no trace of the previous thoughts contaminating your mind.

“Why do you move your garlic to the side?” you inquired his odd actions as you stared at the cubes of garlic placed messily near the egde of his plate.

“I don’t like raw garlic,” he stated.

“Really?” you questioned, eyes widening just a fraction in shock. “Give them to me! I love raw garlic.”

“You what? You love them?” he replied. “You are horrific.”’

“You not knowing the art of appreciating raw garlic does not equate to me being horrific.”

“But anyone and everyone who likes raw garlic are.”


“Hey!” you whined.

“I’m just kidding,” he clarified. “Everyone but you, baby. You’re special.”

Dinner with Baekhyun was refreshing. You both spoke a lot and you continued to learn more things about each other. He shared funny stories of him and his friends that had you clutching your stomach at some point while you told him about how your old friends were like. For dessert, you and Baekhyun settled on sharing a slice of strawberry cheesecake.

The cake was presented exquisitely on a slate grey ceramic plate. A plump strawberry was planted tastefully on it and sauce was smeared in a curve on the surface of the plate. As you and Baekhyun began digging in, it was clear to you that the restaurant did not only specialize in appetizers. Their desserts were on par as well.

“You eat the strawberry,” Baekhyun insisted.

“It’s alright. I’m already full, but thank you,” you denied. To be honest, you still had room available in your stomach for more but you decided against it. Baekhyun had once told you about his profound love for strawberries and you wanted him to have it.

“Really?”

You nodded your head in reply and smiled when you watched his face scrunch up in delight after holding the fruit captive in his mouth. The waiter came with the bill and when you once again offered to pay, he turned it down.

“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “At least let me pay for what I ordered.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

“What about the cheesecake then?”

“No can do,” he grinned.

You accepted your defeat because the man really left no room for arguments. It made you feel horrible that he was paying, even though he reassured you multiple times that you completely should not feel that way at all.

“Thank you, Baek,” you spoke as you both left the restaurant. Your genuine words were directed at your companion for the night, hoping he could hear or feel the pure sincerity behind them.

He hummed lightly in reply, a small smile playing on his red lips. The heels of your shoes padded against the rough stone pavement as you both walked to his car. However, just as you were nearing the vehicle, his movements came to a halt.

“Let’s go for a walk near the river,” Baekhyun piped up.

You looked ahead of you and spotted the Han River metres away.

“You wanna cross the bridge?”

“Sure, at the walkway so we can walk off what we just ate,” he shrugged.

You nodded in agreement, eager to spend more time with your company because you didn’t want it to end just yet. The night was still alive in Seoul and the city lights shined lustrously in the sky, lighting up the caliginous view. It was a bustling day and a myriad of shiny vehicles lined the tar roads of the wide bridge. The wintry wind was blowing against you but you tried your best to ignore it. Your hair was floating all over the place and you ran your fingers through your locks to fix it. Mini clouds of white air formed with every huff of your breath and your fingers were beginning to turn numb. It generally wasn’t much of a cold night —tolerable really— but the chill of the weather seemed to amplify the longer you stayed. You didn’t relent, though. You were enjoying the night way too much to offer a twinge of your care.

No words were exchanged but you didn’t mind. The silence was comforting as it floated in the air overhead like an invisible cloud before the wind blew it away from the two of you. When the highest point of the bridge was reached — which also was the midpoint — you stopped walking. You leaned against the railing instead, absorbing the picturesque scenery sprawled before you.

Baekhyun was beside you and you tilted your head to look at him. He was staring out at the river so you were greeted with his side profile. You didn’t mind, considering the fact that he looked good in any angle. The breeze was whisking his hair back as well, revealing the smooth skin of his forehead. The pillows of his lips jutted out naturally against the moon, a stark contrast created. You turned your head away and looked at the vast body of salt water instead. An endless pit of black that stretched across for miles on end with ripples that formed underneath the moonlight. You could see everything. Skyscrapers and buildings stood high and tall as they plunged into the sky, yet the monstrous distance that separated you from the structures made them look small and diminutive. Twinkles and gleams of light emanating from the many objects of the city illuminated the scenery, giving it a radiant yet tenebrous view.

“I’m scared of the river,” you disclosed, body leaning on the cool metal railing.

“Really? Why?” he inquired, eyes still facing the outstretched river.

“I have a fear of open water. Don’t you think it’s terrifying?”

You glanced at him to see him shaking his head in a way that encouraged you to go on and continue speaking.

“It’s a constant murkiness at night when the sun isn’t there to shine any light for it. It’s so ambiguous and vague, you’re never certain what lies in the deeper and undiscovered parts of the ocean. I can’t imagine being stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean. I’d be stuck somewhere massive with so much space around me yet I’d still feel like I’d suffocating.”

From your peripheral vision, you could spot Baekhyun nodding his head to your words. Though he was silent, you knew he offered you his ears and attention which was more than you could ask for. Having someone to listen was already enough.

“I like the ocean,” he opined. “I like it’s equivocation. Everything seems less like a handful when you don’t know what it has to offer. It’s like ignorance, but ignorance is bliss.”

A small laugh released from your body, reverberating from your throat and swept away by the waves of the river.

“My mom used to say I was quite a handful when I was a child,” you quipped.

“That’s why I have two hands for.”

Your bottom lip was forced between your teeth as you willed yourself to hold back the smile demanding to form on your countenance. It was soon erased when a brisk gust of air was exulted against you, the cold that impaled you to the very marrow of your bones sending shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, you felt a compact and firm body behind you, pressed against yours. Baekhyun’s form radiated heat to you, as if he was donating a portion of his warmth for you to drown in. His arms were on either side of your body before he brought it up to capture your hands in his. Long fingers slipping through the crevices between yours as they intertwined with each other. He brought your right hand to the front of his face languidly, your arms folded back to him as you craned your neck to watch him exhale a hot breath of air onto your skin. You could feel the movement of his chest as he did so, repeating it with your left hand and distributing heat to you.

His actions produced a severe fuzziness that was blooming inside of you. It made your heart race and skip a beat at the same time, too unstable to settle for a constant tempo. It catalyzed the movement of the butterflies in your stomach, the flapping of their wings accelerating. He was holding you underneath the moonlight of the city and like this, you think you may have just discovered a new level of comfort. Here, in his arms, you felt serene and peaceful.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring a jacket for you today,” he spoke into your ear, breath fanning your skin.

“You’re already enough. You make a great heater,” you hummed.

A low laugh resounded from his chest, making you smile. There was a silent pause before he began speaking again.

“I like you. I really like you. I never thought I’d ever like someone, hell I even used to make fun of the boys for being so fucking mushy with their feelings whenever they had a girlfriend. But I don’t think I can keep it in me any longer, I genuinely like you.”

Your lips had widened into a full-blown smile now, stretched to the corners like a giddy child. You were grateful he couldn’t see your face clearly from behind because the crimson redness tinting your cheeks might just be visible in the dark. Turning your body around, you didn’t expect your heads to be so close to each other. Faces centimeters apart, you welcomed his manly scent and cologne you had longed to smell again.

You looked into his brown eyes that were already staring at you. Leaning your heads closer towards each other, time truly felt like it had slowed down before your lips finally touched. The noise and cacophony surrounding you was blocked out and the low temperature forgotten, your mind only focusing on the man you were breathing in. He released your hands so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You raised your arms and slung them around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours while your fingers played with the ends of his soft hair. The kiss was slow and passionate, your lips moved against each other like fluid. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss while his right hand was raised to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly. He slipped his tongue into your cavern and you allowed him to take charge of the kiss. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away hesitantly, your need to replenish your breathlessness becoming too overpowering. Your foreheads rested against each other as you stared into each others eyes, chests raising up and down in pants.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

He flashed you a grin. A wide one that showcased his rectangular smile and made him look irresistibly adorable that you couldn’t help but dart in and peck his lips for another kiss.

“I really do,” you added.

“Be my girlfriend then.”

You chuckled, biting your lip as he waited for your response.

“I’d love to.”

“Good. I’m gonna get so much teasing from the boys for this,” he reckoned. “But ugh, so worth it.”


He pecked you on the lips once again, making you smile for the thousandth time that night.


“Can we watch a movie tonight?” you asked Baekhyun whilst you both waited for the professor to arrive. Your arms were perched on the table, folded with your head tilted to face Baekhyun as you rested on it as if it were a pillow.

He raised his fingers to pinch at your cheeks lightly and no one seemed to notice as everyone was engrossed in their own mindless chatter. He was smiling at you with adoration. You sat next to the window and his body was turned to yours with his back facing everyone else. You knew that he only showed this affectionate side of him to you and you only.

“What movie are you thinking about?” he inquired.

“La La Land.”


“I heard the movie sucks.”

“It got an 8.2 rating on IMDB!” you mumbled, your voice laced with fake hurt. You raised your head from the pillow you had created with your arms and ran your fingers through your messy hair to fix it.

“You actually checked the ratings? Nerd,” Baekhyun snorted.

You grumbled and rolled your eyes at him playfully. He laughed and rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I’m just kidding, baby. You’re my nerd.”

You giggled and grinned at him.

“So can we watch it?”



“Of course.”



“Good, because I already bought the tickets”

“You did? What if I said no to watching a movie with you?” he laughed. “Wow, you must be very adamant on your decision of paying me back, huh.”


“I bought it because I knew you would agree.” You flashed him a cheeky smile. “And it’s not that. I did it because I wanted to spend time with you,” you told him. “And also because I wanted to treat you.”

You smiled and he cooed.

“What a cutie.”

“You’re awfully charming with your words. Are you sure you’ve never had a girlfriend before?”


He laughed. “I’m sure. I really have never dated before. I just know how to treat the people I care about well.”

“Aww.”


He smiled at you. “So what time is the movie?”

“It’s at seven.”

“I’ll come to your house at six thirty?”

You nodded your head. Baekhyun picked you up that evening. A red beanie adorned his head and it made him look extremely adorable. You both waited in line at the food counter while contemplating what to order.

“I’ll probably get a regular popcorn and coke,” you informed.

“Hmm, I think I’ll be having the same as well.”

“Why not we just share then?” you offered.

“Trust me, I eat a lot of popcorn. I might finish it before you even get a mouthful.”

“Then we can get extra large,” you grinned. “There’s a combo for that.”


Baekhyun ordered for the two of you and he took out his wallet to pay for the two of you. As you both waited for them to prepare the food, you stared at your boyfriend. You really liked how he looked when he dressed comfortably. He pulled anything off, in your opinion.

“You look really cute today,” you complimented him.

“Me? Cute?” he turned to you.

“Mmmhm,” you nodded.

He chuckled. “I’m not cute, baby. You’re cute.”


“Thank you, but you are cute though. You look adorable in your beanie,” you giggled.

He darted a quick peck on your lips before speaking.

“I’m not cute. I’m handsome,” he stated, eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.

You laughed and hit him on the chest lightly. When the food was ready, you both walked into the theatre room and searched for your seats. You had managed to land good seats even though the movie was quite a popular one and before you knew it, the theatre was packed with people. It was a full house.

You and Baekhyun had been fairly touchy during the movie. The moment the lights dimmed and the theme music resounded throughout the room, your boyfriend had already began munching on the popcorn. The arm rest between the two of you was raised to create more room for you to rest against him and to diminish the space between you both. The side of your body was pressed next to his and he rested his left hand on your thigh, fingers drumming against it.

Halfway throughout the movie, you leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head. He had resorted to feeding you then, bits of popcorn he would push into your mouth for you to eat and the bottle of iced beverage he would raise to your lips for you to sip on.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear when you finished the last few pieces of popcorn.

You tilted your head so you could plant a kiss on his shoulder before returning to the movie. After it ended, you and Baekhyun left the hall.

“Why do you bring the trash out with you?” he inquired as you threw the box you had used in the theatre into a trash can outside. “You knew they do that for you right?”


“I know. I just wanted to help them,” you shrugged. “How was the movie? It was good, right?”

“Hmm, it was alright,” he responded, but you knew better. You could see how he was trying to hold back a smile and you knew it was because he genuinely enjoyed it. You could tell by his how engrossed he was into the film during the times when he wasn’t doting on you or slipping food into your mouth.

“Don’t lie, come on! I know you liked it.”


“Alright, alright. It was better than I expected, okay?”

You nodded your head in agreement, deeming his response good enough.

“Told you,” you muttered, your tone laced with satisfaction.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall asleep in the theatre just now, since you enjoy sleeping so much. You were leaning against my arm like a kitten, though I have to say my arm is numb now,” he joked.

“Hey!” you whined, your hand swatting his chest.

“I’m kidding,” he apologized, his hand grabbing the one you used to assault his chest playfully and raising it up so his lips could plant a soft kiss on your skin.

“This is what I get when I treat you out for a movie,” you mumbled. “I’m never buying you tickets again.”

He laughed. “I’ll just buy them for us then.”

“As long as it’s not a horror movie.”


“Why? Are you afraid of them?”


“Yes.”

“We should watch it one day. Horror movies are awesome, come on.”


“No way. I won’t be able to sleep for a week.”

“Hmm, one day.”


“One day what?”


“One day I’ll get you to watch a horror movie with me,” he spoke, a naughty grin etched on his face.

“And how will you do that?”

Once you both reached Baekhyun’s car, neither of you got in as you both decided to finish the last of your drink then and there first and dump the paper cup into the trashcan next to the headlights. You were seated on the hood of his car while he stood in between your legs.


“I’m Byun Baekhyun, I can do anything.”


You laughed at his confidence. “Coming from the person who handed a 100 dollar bill to the cashier when the amount was only 10.”


“That was one time! And it happened a long time ago. And I wasn’t thinking straight then. And I’m still awesome.”


“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, loser.”

Out of the blue, he began tickling your sides. His fingers were not relenting one bit and it made you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Say that again,” he joked. “I dare you.”

You couldn’t contain it. He was mercilessly tickling you and you were begging for him to stop, the drink almost slipping from your hands.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry! You’re awesome, baby.”


His actions finally came to a halt and you sighed in relief, gasping for air after being out of breath from all the tickling. He laughed.

“Yes. Good girl,” he praised.

His arms were planted on the hood of the car on either side of you and he leaned his head in before capturing your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss and reciprocated his actions with just as much fervor. Your lips moved against each other swiftly, softly. Baekhyun broke the kiss, leaning back slightly to finish the last of the beverage you held in your hands before kissing you once again. When your lips were spread apart, you felt the fluid transfer from his mouth to yours. The contrast between the cold drink and the heat of the kiss made you moan. Coke tasted so much better when they came from his lips.

It dawned on you that it was becoming way too sensual and that the both of you were still in public, even though the street you were both at was empty. You broke the kiss regrettably and he licked the moisture off your lips with his tongue before planting a firm kiss on your forehead. His lips felt cold against your skin.

“Let’s get going. It’s getting late,” he announced.

You nodded your head and stood up. He took the empty paper cup from you to dispose it into the nearest trashcan before he unlocked the vehicle, ready to drive the two of you home. The two of you continued your playful banter in the car while your boyfriend drove, one hand on the steering well. The other holding yours.


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Title: It’s Over

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Prompt: “I told you not to come back.” || Lesley Gore - You Don’t Own Me
Summary: Negan doesn’t understand that your affair with him is over. You, however, had enough and finally lose control. 
Word Count: 2,590
Warning: Violence, and of course, Negan’s vulgar language! 
Author’s Note: Thank you @embracetheapocalypsewithme for hosting this challenge! These two prompts actually made me so excited to write for Negan, especially since the song fits so well with him (I think). I had a blast writing this and I hope you, and whoever reads this, enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Thank you again for allowing me to participate in this amazing writing challenge, and congrats on 400 followers! I still think you deserve so much more! :-)

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One of his moods (S.M. smut)

A/N: Shawn, waking you up in the middle of the night by eating you out. This wasn’t requested or anything but I do take requests as well as submissions so…. if you’re interested. Also, I am extremely tired at the moment so if this is crappy and short I’m sorry :) 

  “mmm fuck” I moan. I feel hands on my thighs and a warm wet tongue on my core.

   Consciousness washes over me but I’m still too tired to open my eyes. I reach my hand down to where the pleasure was coming from and I feel a familiar head of hair between my legs. I can tell by the chirping of the birds and the lack of light shining on my lids that it can’t be past 6 am but Shawn is one for spontaneity so this isn’t a huge shocker. 

   His hand finds my own that rests at my side and locks our fingers together, he gives a little squeeze as his tongue slowly drags itself up my folds. When the tip of his tongue meets my clit, he holds it there and applies pressure before beginning to flick it lightly. I open my eyes as another moan slips past my lips. His tongue leaves my bundle of nerves and I can hear him swallow some saliva. “am I mouth watering?” I tease, my voice drowning in rasp from slumber. He chuckles and I see his shadow sit up and soon after, he’s crawling up my body. “You are, actually” I can almost hear the smirk I know he’s wearing. 

   "Taste" he whispers and his lips meet mine. The soft pink muscle that was just working wonders on my center is now doing the same in my mouth. His, lips are so slick which makes our kiss very noisy but I’m not complaining and neither his he. He nudges my head to the side and gives himself access to my neck which he begins to nibble and lick on. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his broad back, I pull him closer and now I can feel that he’s still fully clothed. He must be in one of his “this is all about you” moods. I’m definitely not arguing with that. His hand leaves the side of my face and slides down to my core. 

He rubs me until his fingers are coated and begins to massage circles on my clit. My head falls back and it feels as though every bit of air has been vacuumed out of my body. He finds my lips again but this time he uses no tongue. He gives me a nice, deep kiss. Then another. Then a third. My toes curl as I feel my stomach tightening from how close I am. My slow breathing has now turned into full on pants and my head is absolutely spinning. He hisses against my lips before gently tugging my bottom one with his teeth and letting it snap back. “ahh Shawn please don’t stop” I whimper. 

 "I won’t” he groans.

 I can tell that having me come undone underneath him is satisfying by the way he’s moaning without me physically pleasing him. My back arches as my legs start to subtly quiver. “fuck…yes baby mmm” 

 “that feels good?” He asks, face directly above mine, looking for any sign of me not enjoying this. 

  That’s one thing that annoys me about my little Shawnie. He’s never sure of himself even when I’m literally telling him how good he’s making me feel. “I’m gonna-yes oh shawn…shawn” My moans are getting louder and louder but I can’t help it. “fuck Y/N you sound so damn sexy” I hear him say but too wrapped up in this burning sensation inside me to tell him how cheesy he sounded. My nails run down his back with enough caution to not actually injure him. Just wanna leave a couple red lines. 

  His fingers move quicker now that he knows I’m almost there. He dips his hand down to collect more of my juices before continuing to rub me. Over and over and over. “oh I’m there-fuck Shawn! Ohhhh” he finally pushes me over the edge and he keeps drawing circles on my clit to ride out my orgasm. His name is the only word leaving my mouth. I come down from my high, Shawn’s hand no longer moving but still resting on my center.

    He leans down to kiss me and I feel a smile stretch across his mouth before we part. “Was that ok?” He chuckled. “Babe…” “I know. You hate when I ask but I just…I like to be sure that I’m giving you what you need” he says nervously. “You are giving me what I need, Shawnie. That was amazing…random but amazing” I laugh and he laughs too. He rolls off of me and pulls the blanket over us. 

 “What was that for anyway?” I ask as I yawn, still drunk off of sleepiness. 

 “I just couldn’t sleep. Don’t worry about it you can return the favor later on” once again, I can hear him smirking by the tone of his voice. I shake my head and cuddle into him. He loves being the little spoon. 

 I feel myself drifting off….I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

If Revance ~Papa is an Idol~: Rikudoh Kyohei

SUMMARY (Contains Spoilers)

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The above is the living room of the house where the MC lives with Rikudoh and Kanato, their 11 years old son. He is so damn adorable for his own good. He reminds me of Eisuke’s son, who gets jealous and kind of possessive (not as much for Kanato though) towards the MC. The whole deal is because Kanato is jealous over seeing how the MC always gazes at Kyohei in a love struck manner whenever Revance is shown on the TV. This side story shows how much Kyohei understands about his son despite being out of the house for a long period due to work. And how the MC is being loved by both the husband and the son.

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Uta no Prince Sama Maji LOVE LIVE 6th Stage - 05/27/2017

OMG. OMG. OMG. I have still not completely absorbed the fact that I was there - that my dream of attending Maji Love Live concert has finally come true on this fateful day. *cries a river*

This is a fan report - which is basically my feelings put into words. And warning: as in my previous seiyuu event reports (Bungo Stray Dogs, High Speed), this is looooooong. ^_^ Plus, I used the seiyuu’s nicknames for convenience.

ST☆RISH

Shinomiya Natsuki - Taniyama Kishou (Kiiyan)

Ichinose Tokiya - Miyano Mamoru (Mamo)

Aijima Cecil - Toriumi Kousuke (Tori-san)

Jinguji Ren - Suwabe Junichi (SuwaJun)

Ittoki Otoya - Terashima Takuma (Terashii)

Kurusu Syo - Shimono Hiro (Shimono)

Hijirikawa Masato - Suzumura Kenichi (SuzuKen)

QUARTET NIGHT

Kotobuki Reiji - Morikubo Showtaro (Morikubo-san)

Kurosaki Ranmaru - Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Tatsun)

Mikaze Ai - Shouta Aoi (Shoutan)

Camus - Maeno Tomoaki (Maenu)

HE★VENS

Hyuga Yamato - Kimura Ryohei (KimuRyo)

Otori Eiji - Uchida Yuuma (Uchida-kun)

Amakusa Shion - Yamashita Daiki (Daiki-kun)

Kiryuin Van - Takahashi Hidenori (Takahashi-san)

Otori Eiichi - Midorikawa Hikaru (Midorikawa-san)

Mikado Nagi - Yonaga Tsubasa (Wingu)

Sumeragi Kira - Ono Daisuke (OnoD)

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Challenge Accepted! [smut]

A;N: So, I had this half written for months, and I just didn’t have it in me to finish it. So if you know me then you would know that I am simply not a fluffy person. I can tell you fluffy shit, but I’m so dead inside I struggle to write fluff. I digress, this wouldn’t have been possible without @were-cheetah-stiles ruining my life with The Mistake. Enjoy! Lau xoxo

Pairing: StuartxReader (Hayley but you can easily change the name)

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 10,386

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Congratulations, Hayley!

You have been accepted to our summer internship programme! You will be battling with the best and brightest for an exclusive place in our San Francisco offices. So get packing and we’re really excited to meet you! July can’t come soon enough!  

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The Most Awkward Semester Ever IV

Here it is! Hope you all like it
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Part I Part II Part III Part V Part VI

Virgil couldn’t stop fidgeting, his hands endlessly worrying at the edge of his hoodie.

“Remind me why this isn’t a bad idea again?” he said, his voice pitching a little higher than usual.

“Because if you leave now you’ll regret it forever,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes from where he was standing next to him.

“I mena I already regret most of my life,” Virgil muttered, “So..”

“Virgil” Roman said exasperatedly.

“Fine, yeah, whatever” Virgil waved his hand, as if trying to brush away his words. “Just remember to pinch me if I start babbling or sounding stupid.”

It was then that Roman reached out and pinched him. Hard.

“Hey!” Virgil cried out, springing away from Roman. “What the hell was that for?”

“You said to pinch you if you started sounding stupid,” Roman retorted. “And you being this nervous is pretty freaking stupid. You’re going to be fine, Virgil. Try to relax a little. It’s a just a movie.”

“Sometimes I really fricking hate- oh god, he’s here!”

Virgil’s focus abruptly switched from Roman’s annoying ways to the approaching figure. Logan was wearing jeans. Virgil had never seen him in jeans before, he always wore slacks or khakis to school before, somehow making them look ridiculously good. But now, with these jeans…

“Fuck, I am so gay” Virgil breathed out, still unable to take his eyes off of Logan. He could hear Roman stifling a laugh next to him though, so without looking he reached out and smacked him, hearing a yelp.

“There,” he said, “Revenge for the pinch.”

Before Roman had a chance to retaliate, Logan had reached them.

“Salutations, Virgil,” he said with a soft smile. And dear god, he was going to end up killing Virgil someday.

Logan continued.

“I wanted to thank you for coming out with me today,” he said warmly, “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo for a while, but it’s more enjoyable with companions. Speaking of which, this is Patton. Patton, this is Virgil.

“Pleasure to meet you, champ!” The cheerful looking boy beside Logan stepped forward, holding out his hand. 

He continued, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Logan. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

Virgil’s mind raced. Logan had talked about him? What had he said? Was it good? Oh, who was he kidding, it was probably bad. Fuck, Patton probably already thought he was an idiot.

Trying not to show any of this on his face, Virgil reached out and shook the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said quietly. “Ah, you were the one to make those cookies a little while back, right? They were-they were really good.“

Patton beamed.

“Aw, thanks!” he said. “I’m so glad you liked them! I love to bake, but I love sharing what I bake even more. Just let me know if you ever have a craving for baked goods. I can do more than cookies too. In fact I do a mean chocolate cheesecake.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Roman broke in, stepping forward from where he had been behind Virgil. “But perhaps we should continue this conversation after we’ve gotten our seats. I’m Roman, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Oh, well hello, Roman” Patton said cheerfully. “And yeah let’s go in. I hope we can get seats right in the middle. I’m so excited for this movie, the trailers looked so cool and I love animated movies!”

“I agree!” Roman said enthusiastically. “I especially love Disney movies. Tell me do you have a favorite?”

As they began to walk forward, Roman and Patton still chatting each other’s ears off, Logan fell in step with Virgil.

“I really am glad you agreed to come,” he said. “I hope you find the outing enjoyable.

“Um, yeah, sure I will” Virgil mumbled, hoping his face wasn’t too red. He could get through this though. Roman was right. It was just a movie. Just a movie.

He glanced back up again at Logan, and struggled to keep from blushing again. Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?

After they bought their tickets and made their way towards their theatre, Logan could see Virgil glancing at the concession stand.

“Did you want something?” he asked, wanting to make this experience as pleasant for Virgil as possible.

Virgil glanced up at him, looking startled.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” he muttered. “We should just go sit down.”

“Are you sure?” Logan said, wanting to make sure before they reached their theatre.

“Yeah, I’m surprised,” Virgil’s friend Roman broke in. “You love movie popcorn.”

Virgil was now looking very uncomfortable and flustered, which was not what Logan wanted. So he made a decision.

“You two go on ahead,” he told Patton and Roman. “Save some seats for us. We’re going to get some snacks.”

With that, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and tugged him towards the concession stand.

“So we’re obviously getting popcorn,” he said thinking out loud, “But I might also get a soda as well. Do you want one? The salt from the popcorn might make you thirsty. Also I’ll get some chocolate for Patton, he loves sweet things.“

He looked back at Virgil, who was staring at Logan, slightly slack-jawed. When he saw Logan looking at him, he straightened up a bit.

“Um, that all sounds fine, I guess” he stammered out. “What-whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. Right, he’d get two popcorns, a drink for him, another for Virgil, and some chocolate for Patton. He wasn’t sure what Roman would want, so hopefully the popcorn would suffice.

It wasn’t until he’d almost reached the front of the line that he realized he’d never let of of Virgil’s hand. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other boy, but Virgil didn’t seem like he was feeling uncomfortable or trying to shift away. Logan couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside his chest. It seemed like the other truly was becoming more comfortable around him.

It was with some regret that he had to break the hold once he’d placed the order so that he could pull out his wallet. But despite the broken grip, Virgil hadn’t moved away from him either. This was very promising and going much better than last time.

“Uh, hey how much should I pitch in?” Virgil asked uncertainly as Logan handed over his credit card.

“Nothing, it’s my treat,” Logan said absently, as he signed the receipt. “I am, after all, the one who invited you.”

“O-oh, but are you sure?” Virgil said. Logan could see him fidgeting. As he grabbed the chocolate and the drinks, he turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’m sure” he reassured Virgil. “Like I said, my treat. Now, can you carry the popcorn bags?”

“Yeah sure,” Virgil mumbled in reply. While he was keeping his eyes fixed downward, he didn’t appear to be truly distressed to Logan’s eyes. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a faint smile flicker across the other’s face.

Feeling content and very self-satisfied, Logan led the way to the theatre. He was going to see a movie he had been highly anticipating. He was accompanied by people he enjoyed spending time with. And best of all, he had finally made progress with Virgil. 

Perhaps, he found himself considering, glancing yet again at the other, we could even remain friends beyond the bounds of the project.

As he and Virgil settled down in the seats Patton and Roman has saved for them, the exact middle of the theatre as Patton had wanted, Logan let himself entertain the though further. Keeping his eyes discreetly fixed on Virgil, who was now curled up and absentmindedly eating popcorn as he watched the trailers. Yes, the thought of becoming friends was indeed quite a pleasant one.

Bonus! The conversation Roman and Patton have while waiting in the theatre:

Patton: So Virgil has quite the crush, doesn’t he?

Roman: Yeah, he’s pretty obvious about it. Has Logan figured it out?

Patton: Ah, Logan isn’t always the best with emotional and social, so no, he hasn’t. He thinks Virgil is afraid of him.

Roman: Well that’s better than what Virgil’s been worried about. He’s convinced Logan thinks he’s an idiot.

Patton: Oh no, he likes Virgil. That’s why he’s been trying to date him, even through he hasn’t figured out that’s what he’s been trying to do yet.

Roman: Ok, so these have been dates. I wasn’t sure.

Patton: Really? I didn’t think he was being that subtle.

Roman: Yes, but I have to rely on Virgil for information and he’s not the most reliable narrator when it comes to Logan.

Patton: That’s fair.

Illustrated Haiku // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: a soulmate!ten au where y/n loves to write poetry on her arms, and ten likes to illustrate them.

words: 4157

category: fluff

authors note: this isn’t a request, it’s just something I was working on so I hope you guys like it! (also appreciate the gif below of my lil bub)

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JUST ASK ME (PART ) - Roman x Reader (1st Person POV)

Desc: Alt Season three, Destiny is alive, Peter and Roman are still friends, share custody of Nadia, Olivia is leader of the Upir uprising beyond the border of Hemlock Grove. Reader was given to Roman as tax from a lower level Upir but with his own supply of nutrients and a refusal to feed on humans, he had other plans for the reader.

But, when the reader runs away, punishment has to be administered.

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The AU Background is simply vehicle for -

SMUT: Dom-Roman, teasing, edging, fingering, oral (him on her)\

Notes: Doing NaNoWriMo, needed a break, wanted to try this idea I’ve been having, first time trying smut and I just loved this scene so wanted to use the gifs in my story.

Inspired by: @skrsgards @bbskars @imagineskrsgards and all you guys who write such amazing imagine’s and fics.

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It had been a good hour since Roman tracked me down, so close to the boundary of town. All of his resources I should have known. Not just the White Tower but his position as the Overseer of his Upir Coven, a Lord, no less, afforded him many eyes and ears.

It could only have been that night, I would never leave Nadia alone like that and since Peter and Destiny had taken her for the night, it was my chance. Destiny had offered to hang around and keep me company but I wasn’t about to drag her into my plan.

It was my own fault he caught me, Roman, I hesitated just before crossing the town boundary and he drove his car right between me and the town line. He didn’t even speak to me, he just opened the passenger car door and I knew I had no other choice.

Roman brought me back to our home and has been staring me down in silence for a good five minutes now, his green eyes holding back barely contained fury as his towering yet lithe frame leans against the table.

“I’m sorry Roman.” He lets out a hollow laugh and steps close to me, so close to my face but instead he looks past me.

“Sorry for what?”

“Leaving.”

“That’s an interesting phrasing of ‘running away’.”

“I wasn’t-” he raised an eyebrow, practically daring me to complete that thought.

“I wasn’t thinking clearly.” I finished instead and he sighed, cupping my face in his much larger hands.

“No, you weren’t my sweet.” He leans down and kisses me ever so gently on the cheek.

“Tell me,” he starts, whispering into my ear, “what could I have done that was so awful to make you leave our home?” I shiver at the sensation of his words, his breath tickling the sensitive shell of my ear in a way that he had to know drove me crazy.

“I don’t know.” I almost whimpered as he circled around behind me and clasped my throat with one hand, pulling me against him so my head rested against his shoulder.

“Have I given you reason to be afraid of me?” I could only shake me head and he grips my throat tighter, just at the boundary of making breathing difficult.

“I need to hear the words my sweet.”

“No…my Lord.” I know when he wants to be called by his name and when he demands the respect of his title.

“Then, did I mistreat you in some way?” He asks before planting featherlight kisses down the side of my neck. The sensation of both his lips and his long fingers on my throat made my knees feel weak but luckily, the arm he had around my waist helped steady me.

“You have not my Lord.”

“Do you know why I’m upset with you?”

“Because I disobeyed you.”

“That and I have many enemies that would not hesitate to use you to hurt me. It would kill me to lose my Princess. Do you understand?” I nod and look back to face him.

“I accept and am ready for punishment.” I tell him.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and kisses me so sweetly, his hand cradling my face with one and and with the other he unzips the dress I’m wearing and lets it fall to the ground, leaving me in just my panties.

“Hmm, what to do with you.” He muses and glances back at the table.

“I know,” he grabs me by the arm, all tenderness gone, and pulls me over to the table and places a hand firmly between my shoulders and pushes me forward so my breasts are pressed agains the cold wood.

Reaching down, he takes both of my wrists in his hands and brings them to stretch out directly in front of me on the table. With his hands over mine he closes his fingers, demonstrating that he wants me to grip the other side.

“Whatever happens,” he is now leaning directly over me, covering me like a blanket, “you mustn’t let go, that is your challenge my sweet and I expect you to be a good girl and obey me in this this task.”

“Yes My Lord.”

Satisfied with my answer he stands up and takes a step back, no doubt to admire his handiwork.

“Do you remember the first night I took you?” He asks, approaching me once more to draw patterns on the skin of my back with his featherlight touch.

“I do.”

“Mm, such a stormy night, the white sacrificial dress they brought you in clung to your skin. You know, I assume they thought I would simply drain you, as my fallen predecessor would have, I had other plans.” He hummed in nostalgia and ran his fingers down my sides and ticklish as I am, I had to focus on holding on.

Eventually, his wandering fingers came to hook into my panties and he pulled them down my legs, stopping just before the knee. He hadn’t yet parted my legs and allowed me some modesty for the time being so the underwear stayed exactly where he wanted it.

“Keep those right there, do not let them fall, am I clear?” I felt a sharp stinging smack on my cheek, causing me to cry out and grip the table harder.

“I can’t hear you my darling.”

“Yes My Lord.” I yelped in twin pleasure and pain at the strike.

“That is more like it.” He cooed, my ass now directly aligned with his still imprisoned cock as he rubbed my back with his hand as the other settled on my hip.

“You were so cold you were shivering so you let me remove the rain-soaked dress and I covered your naked body in my firs. I sat you on the chair by the fire, the one with the arms.”

“I remember MyLord.” I gasp as he teases me from behind when all I want is for him to be in me. Instead he’s torturing me and I realise that whilst trying to keep my underwear at my knees, I have also been shifting my weight, trying to work up friction to the place I need it most.

“Oh my,” I let out a short squeal as his hand travels over the mound of my ass and down until he strokes a finger down my slit from behind, “so wet for me already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strokes up and down a few times, never attempting to enter.

With his finger well lubricated he reaches his hand down between the front of my body and the table, just his middle finger finding the snugly held nub in between my close pressed legs.

“I knelt before you and I parted your bare thighs and you let me, you kept your eyes locked on me as I nipped at the skin with my teeth as I got closer to where I knew you wanted me then and where I know you want me now!”

His touch on my clit was firm as he stroked in deliberate slow circles.

“This should be obvious but you have already disobeyed me once so I’ll make it clear. No cumming without my permission!”

“Please have mercy on me my Lord, I’ll be good, I promise but please let me cum tonight!” I wail, fearing the punishment much worse than I had anticipated.

“Shh, quiet my sweet or you will miss the rest of the story.” He continues his maddeningly slow strokes.

“Where was I? Oh yes, my head between your legs. I teased you for a while, I loved how wide your eyes got and when finally you came, you were actually shaking. Much like you are now.”

I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus on something, anything else.

“What did I ask you that night?” He actually expected me to form a coherent thought let alone remember a detail.

As I struggled I felt him lean over my body and nip ever so slightly on my shoulder, not helping my attempts at control but this wasn’t meant to be comfortable, this was punishment.

“Come on, think for me Princess, what did I ask you before I let you release?”

“You asked me who I belonged to.”

“That’s right and what did you say?”

“You, I belonged to you, I was yours, all yours, oh My God, please My Lord, I am begging you, I cannot hold on much longer.”

“Are you still mine?” He asked, ignoring my plea.

“Yes my Lord.”

“If you leave, I will not be able to show my love for you now will I?” I shake my head wildly.

“So?” He prods, his pace picking up slightly.

“I won’t leave, I won’t ever leave again, I promise.” I gasp in desperation and he pulls me up, turning me round and lifting me onto the table. My arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders as he stares into my eyes.

“You’ve been a very good girl for me,” he tells me as he slips two fingers inside me and presses his thumb to my clit. He cups the back of my neck with the other, our foreheads touching.

“My Lord-” I beg as tears spill down my cheeks.

“Come for me Princess!” He grants me permission and I come apart at his words, the tremors touch every part of my nervous system, reaching all the way down to the soles of my feet.

“I’ve got you my Love, I’ve got you.” He soothed as I come down, exhausted and spent. He gently removes his fingers from me and places them both in his mouth, licking my taste from each one.

“You always taste amazing when I push you to the edge.” He tells me with a wink and wipes the tears from my face and kisses each cheek before placing a soft, deep kiss on my lips, I love his mouth so much, actually, I loved every part of him.

“Darling?” He holds my face in his hands.

“Yes Roman?”

“I know you ran to get my attention and invite the punishment.” There wasn’t much, if anything I could hide from him.

“You have been so busy lately, I was feeling neglected.” I admitted, slightly embarrassed now at my behaviour.

“I apologise Princess and I will be more attentive but it really is much too dangerous out there right now. Believe me, if my mother were to get her hands on you…” he closed his eyes tightly as though blocking out a horrifying image, “I love you and I just want to keep you safe.”

“I understand and I love you too. I suppose I can find safer ways to provoke punishment.”

“There’s a good one I can suggest.”

“What’s that?”

“Just ask me.” He grinned and took hold of my hand. “Now, since you were a good girl I am going to draw you a bath.”

“Wait, do I not get to take care of my Lord first?” I ask, my hand travelling down his body but he catches my wrist before I reach my goal.

“Not right now,” he brings my hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on each finger and chuckles at my pout of disappointment, “oh, Princess, this night is far from over.”

PART 2