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bakugohoex · 3 years

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hey😝😝🙇‍♀️ i love ur fics sm ur writing is so good oml🤭🤭🤭🤭 can i request a jean fic where they go out and jean Likes(😏) her outfit and then semi-public sex idkidk do with that what u will😌😌 TY and remember to drink water😌🥰🥰🥰

“get in the fucking back, now”

pairing: jean kirchstein x female reader

cw: modern au, fluff, language, nsfw (female receiving oral, exhibitionism, degradation, praise, nipple play, biting, fucking (obvs), dacryphillia, dumbification and breeding), kissing and jealousy

word count: 2800+

a/n: thank you for this request and i will make sure to drink hella water, @katsuhera for out midnight simping and thinking of these kinks and ideas also i have a platonic aizawa request coming out later on so hopefully you guys enjoy them both

summary: in which you and jean meet up for a date, instead of the coffee and cakes you find yourself in an empty car pack, bound in the back of his car ready to have his way with you

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The smell of fresh coffee and cake filled the room, Jean sat on one of the corner tables playing on his phone as he waited for you to come. You had both agreed to meet after your lectures having not seen each other since yesterday.

You both were needy, needing to at least see each other once a day to be content. It was bad enough both your schedules had fucked your time together, but your friends always seemed to drag you both away from each other.

Finally finding time for a proper date and not just going to each other’s apartments to cuddle and watch movies. Which you had to say was an amazing date in itself. But wanting to spend the afternoon together felt just how your relationship had been. I'm the first couple of months together.

He heard the ring of the door to your favourite cafe, as he watched you on the phone with someone. You spotted him giving him a wave, but his eyes had turned to something else. The skirt you wore, the short black skirt that pressed against your ass and thighs, the way that it squeezed your whole body. It made his head go wild and worst of all the long-sleeved shirts you wore in the spring heat had a low cut allowing all eyes to fixate on the curvature of your breasts in your white bra.

You had put the phone down walking up to the bot with a smile, seeing a server ready to come and ask you what you wanted. But Jean had an inkling the male server would be looking at you a lot more than he should be.

“Sorry, I’m late, our professor kept us longer to talk about an assignment.” You leaned over kissing his cheek, his eyes not daring to look down to see your breasts.

He had missed the simple feeling of your lips on his cheek, even if he had felt it yesterday. “That’s fine, I wasn't waiting long, who was on the phone?”

You had perched yourself on the chair skimming through the menu as he looked at you. Almost admiring his girl, the way his head was planted against his hand just watching how perfect you were.

“Oh, my mum wanted to ask if we’re still okay to come round on Saturday.” He nodded already knowing how your mum had been begging to see the boy who she already considered her son in law.

“Eren brought another fuck round last night.” You muttered unamusingly, you both ended up just talking about the events of this morning. You explained how your mutual friend Eren had brought what seemed like the fifth girl this week back to your shared apartment. You and Eren had been friends for a while and becoming roommates seemed like the best bet when you both had first been let free all those years ago. The idea of moving in with Jean had come up and you knew by the end of the year you’d both finally have your own place together.

“Eren doesn’t tell me shit about who he fucks, it doesn’t make you uncomfortable right?” Jean leant backwards on his seat eyeing you up again, you shook your head having gotten used to it and knowing Eren had had to handle you and Jean fucking before. “What made you wear this then?”

He needed to know if you were purposely making him hard or if it was just by sheer chance. “Why? Don't you like it?”

“Quite the opposite, baby, i think we all liked it.” He spoke the last part in a whisper watching as the server had come up to you both.

“What can I get you both?” He questioned eyes fixated on you alone.

Jean rolled his eyes, hating how others were looking at what was his. “We should share the pancakes, I’m not that hungry but I want some.”

“Pick whatever you want baby” He looked coldly to the man; your hand had been resting across the table as he grabbed it softly. You smiled at the action before putting the menu down and looking at the server.

“Can we get some chocolate pancakes and two coffees?” You asked politely, even in the outfit that looked like you’d just come out from a night out you were ever so respectful.

“Anything else…” Jean had interrupted due to having been ignored throughout the whole encounter.

“No.” The server left, and you went back to Jean.

You remembered his question and began explaining the events of this morning. “This dickhead ran into me with coffee so i had to wear whatever i could find in my bag.”

“You just happen to have a tight skirt and low-cut shirt in your bag.” He chuckled watching you gleam out to him.

You pout at his teasing before continuing, “it’s for special occasions.”

“Aww, is this a special occasion.” Jean teased again.

“I hate you.”

Jeans grip around your fingers tightened, “shouldn’t I be the one hating you, coming in here looking like that, how could any man not want you?”

“Jean.” You whispered slowly.

He checked his watch, he wanted something else, something more from you and prayed that you both would eat quickly so he could let himself have you. “What do you want to do afterwards?” You questioned just as the food arrived, the same server lingering trying to hear the conversation.

“I have some ideas in mind.” Jean smirked out as he took a fork and started eating the food.

“Ooo tell me?” You pleaded hating being kept in the dark.

He looks at the server who remained close by, “walking in wearing that, what else could it be?”

Your eyes widened at the thought that your outfit could really have caused him to get this horny. “Where?”

“Don’t worry about that baby, you eat your food like a good girl.” You didn’t speak, taking a bite of the chocolate, Jean watched as you licked your lips from the stray syrup, for a man with a horny girlfriend it seemed like he had finally reached your level of horny.

He understood all those nights he’d come home wearing a shirt and trousers. How in an instant you’d be on him, due to being, in your own words a sex god he hadn’t realised but you riled him up the same way he did too you.

“Jean.” You had been repeating his name to get him out of his trance. You were hiding a lot more than he had realised, at his previous words a slick had formed between your walls and worst of all there was a lot more limited clothes then Jean realised.

He looked up meeting your seductive gaze, “yes baby.”

“Come closer.” You beckoned, he obliged feeling his trousers tighten at how you moved forward. This time his eyes grazed your chest, seeing through your bra at the already hardened nipples. Your breath fanned his neck before you went to his ear, “the coffee went through my jeans, i didn’t have any spare underwear.”

His breath hitched, feeling himself unable to talk at what you had just said. You were bare between the skirt, the thought that you had been walking with your cunt on show. Worst of all he knew that if you were as horny as he would, the slick would be seeping down your thighs. “Get up.”

“But-” You were interrupted by him grabbing your hand.

“We’re going now.” He looked at the server who looked between the two of you. “How much is it?”

Jean was in a hurry; he passed the credit card impatiently tapping at where the register was. He could see eyes fixated on you, he hated how empty the place had been, with mainly uni students coming through. But in this moment the way their eyes seemed to undress you, he hated it and now knowing the extra information all he wanted to do was show you who you belonged to.

The server passed the card back. Jean in an instant pulled you out of the cafe, he walked ahead as you had been pacing yourself quicker to even keep up with the taller boy. “You’re lucky I brought my car.” He muttered as you went to the underground car park.

There were barely any cars, being the afternoon and people still at work, the parking lot seemed more secluded than you had ever realised. Being at the furthest end, Jean looked at you seeing how you pulled your skirt down. “No point doing that now, baby, everybody already saw that pretty cunt of yours.” He mocked before unlocking his car.

“Get in the fucking back, now.” He had opened the door, waiting for you to get in. With your back across the backseats, you were in perfect view of his own body.

He moved inside the car, locking the door and car behind him. It was in these moments you were glad he had tinted windows. He gave a smirk watching as you sat upright, one leg beside his body and the other dangling to the ground. “Spread those legs.”

You moved your leg to go onto his shoulders, feeling how his hands moved the skirt up to your hips. Your cunt dripping in wetness for his mouth to devour. “Baby.” It was muffled from your end as his hands had gripped your thighs.

His fingers leaving indents, his mouth bite at your inner thigh. The feeling of the speckles of his hair on his face brushing against your thighs before you felt him closer and closer to your clit. “If you touch me, I’m going to stop.” It was a punishment for showing yourself off, it was a punishment, but he knew it masked the reward of being eaten out.

“Yes, Sir.” You breathed out heavily. The feeling of his hairs across your thighs sent a shock wave, his tongue gliding across your clit tasting and feeling the slick in his mouth.

He groaned at the taste of your wet cunt, his tongue doing laps inside of your blushed cunt. His hand had travelled to your shirt having pulled it to reveal your breasts in the bra, his hand went underneath groping your left boob as his mouth was at work.

“Baby…I…” You could barely think with the feeling of him giving you so much pleasure. The way his mouth would leave soft kisses against your cunt before he went back in with his tongue.

He had told you after the first time you both had slept together how much he enjoyed eating you out. How much he loved the feeling of your cunt across his lips. He needed to feel your cum in his mouth and how it had become a mission to always eat you out before fucking you.

“Such a dirty little girl, getting this wet.” His breath was heavy, but he wanted more, pressing further into your cunt, his tongue swirling inside, the saliva mixing with your slick. His chin grazed your inner thighs, you always loved the feeling of the hairs brushing against your body. Often grabbing his chin when you both kissed just to feel the hairs brush against your palm.

“I...I...cum.” You could barely form words through the moans and groans that filled the car.

“Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste you all.” He whispered his hot breath against your cunt as he continued to lap his tongue in your folds. His hand had been moving along with his tongue, fingers pinching and tugging at your hard nipples.

“Jean.” You gave a final moan feeling yourself climax at the sheer power his tongue had inside of you. Cum dripped from his mouth, you saw him lick his lips to get rid of the cum that encased his lips.

“Such a good little cumslut, want me to fuck you now?” He teased already undoing his belt, your legs remained above his shoulders, but in a quick instant he moved them to his side waiting for your answer.

“Please, fuck me sir.” Tears had welled up in your eyes, the feeling of his tongue making your cunt throb for more. How could he resist those tears, the mascara dripping down to leave a black stain down your cheeks.

He gave a cocky grin, letting his belt fall to the ground before taking the hoodie he had worn off. The way his trousers were kicked to the front seat and he was left for you to admire sent a sensation through your body. He removed your skirt entirely, leaving soft kisses up your thighs to your stomach, before taking the shirt and pulling it over your head. “My pretty little thing.” He toyed undoing your bra to let your breasts spill out.

His mouth attached to your right nipple, his left hand still massaging the other. You felt him swirl his tongue against the hardened tit, arching your back to make more of your breast fit inside of his mouth. “Baby, fuck me please.” You were out of breath and could feel his hardened cock brush against your thigh.

“Are you begging, slut?” He moved his mouth to your neck, his hot breath fanning your breath waiting for an answer.

You looked down your hands moving to his hair and back, “please Sir.”

He smirked cockily, pulling his boxers down, letting his cock curve upwards ready to skim it past your folds. His hand lazily pumped back and forth to get him harder before you felt him direct his cock between your clit, sliding up and down your cum filled hole, “Je...Jean.”

“Come on baby, moan my name for me.” Your hands had reached for his hair pulling him towards your face.

“Jean.” You gave a lewd moan into his ear before feeling his cock slam into your velvety walls.

“You’re so tight even after I've gotten you to cum.” He mutters feeling suffocated within your walls. He brought his body down onto your own, your legs by his side as he began to move out of your cunt in a slow pace.

“Faster.” You breathed out.

“Sluts, don’t get an opinion.” He wanted to edge you till you felt dumb, he wanted to see those tears and watch as you begged for more. He may have moved slowly out but the noise of you moaning in his hair and pulling at his hair had made his slam into you quicker. He repeated it a couple times before seeing how your chest heaved under him, his bite marks cascading across your boobs and neck. You looked bruised and broken but the moans and look of your eyes rolling back had made him realise just how much you loved it.

With a quickened pace, he felt himself go deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, the cum that had been left inside of you, helping him slide back and forth. “Doing such a good job, baby.”

The praise was something Jean always came back too, the first time you both fucked you were unable to walk just at the sheer size of his cock. He knew to always praise you for doing so well with him, to make sure you knew that you could use his cock however you wanted too. “I… love you.” It was muffled through how Jean and you had been face to face, his mouth across your jaw, feeling the wetness still around his chin and face.

Looking into your eyes at the comment, he saw how truly in love he was, even with the quickened pace of him fucking you raw, you truly were in love with the man. “I love you too.” He spoke capturing your lips with his own, you had missed his mouth on your own. His tongue sucked on its own, allowing for more of your cum to mix inside of your mouth, you could feel yourself coil up inside, ready to orgasm for a second time.

He could see how your hands had stopped tugging as forcefully on his hair, how your nails had stopped scratching his back and instead skimmed across his skin. “You going to cum for me.”

“Ye…” You could barely speak at his pace increasing, wanting to fuck all the cum out of you in a matter of seconds. His mouth went to your neck, hand moving to take your own, he felt your fingers lace between your own as he sucked on the skin.

“Cum for me.” He ordered feeling you gush on top of his blushed cock, he felt himself cum from the feeling of being able to slide even more into your body, feeling his cum shoot inside of you. A bulge being prominent through your stomach of being filled up, “such a good girl.”

He kissed the top of your head with praise, sweat and cum filling the car, you only nodded unable to speak at the pleasure you had just encountered. He took you in his hands, letting you lean against his body. Moving the strands of hair that stuck to your body, he looked at how pretty you looked, even with the dishevelled hair and cum seeping out from your sore cunt. You looked as pretty as always, his pretty girl.

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choco-exe · 4 years

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the one where akaashi and tsukishima react to their girlfriend hiding that she’s sick

genre: fluff? ig type: scenario status: proofread pronouns: female warnings: none

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𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 . . . 🖉 [𝟾𝟹𝟽 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜]

♕ you know he’s a very observant person (it scares you sometimes) so you consider just not going to school the day you found out you were sick ♕ but you reconsider because you walk to school with him since he isn’t a dick and waits for you ♕ you sucked up the confidence you needed, exited your house, and went up to akaashi, a scarf tightly wrapped around your neck that also covered up half your face so he wouldn’t see your rosy cheeks and runny nose ♕ he smiled softly because you looked adorable, just bundled up in your scarf ♕ “are you cold, love?” he asks and you play along with his question and just nod your head. he takes out another jacket from his bag and drapes it over your shoulders bro where can i find a person like him oml ♕ his fingers brush your skin slightly as he adjusts his jacket to fit your body snugly, and he’s alarmed at how warm you are, since you don’t emit that much body heat ♕ he’s quick to pull down your scarf and cup your cheeks. sure enough, your body is on f i r e. he also notices how red your cheek area was, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t from skin contact ♕ you’re internally panicking when he presses his forehead to yours ♕ “y/n, do you have a fever?” he would ask as he looks directly into your eyes cuz he knows you can’t lie when you two make eye contact ♕ you try to look away but he held your head firmly, preventing you from breaking from his gaze ♕ "it’s nothing.” you murmured, hoping he wouldn’t see past your bluff ♕ he didn’t buy it because he’s a smart boi and clicked his tongue. “stay home” ♕ you roll your eyes as you pulled away from his touch. “it really is nothing, keiji. let’s just get to school.” ♕ as you started walking away, you fail to notice akaashi frowning deeply ♕ so it surprised you when he picked you up in his arms, literally swooping you off your feet. . . “Keiji!” You squeaked, automatically looping your arms around his neck. “Let me down!” Akaashi ignored your request as he casually walked over to your front door. You sigh as he unlocked it easily nani dafuq he’s carrying you with both his arms this magical man how Subconsciously, you snuggled into his chest, since he was just so warm; his body heat was basically radiating all around him. You almost fell asleep, but the familiar door creaking open to your bedroom snapped you awake. “Keiji, you’re gonna be late for school-” You swerved your head around and sneezed, careful not to face Akaashi, nor get anything on him. He stayed quiet as he gently laid you down on your bed, draping your blanket over your body, and tucking you in. “I love how you worry about me, even when you aren’t feeling well,” he began, as he sat down on the edge of your bed. “But, even for these few moments, can you please just let me take care of you?” He stroked your cheek affectionately, patiently waiting for your response. damn akaashi you have your way with words Your heart fluttering, you nodded as you leaned into his touch. He smiled gently and kissed your forehead, then got up. “I’ll be back, princess.” He said, swerving around and practically running out the room, although he tried to step very gently so he wouldn’t make that much noise. A few minutes of you staring at the ceiling go by before you begin to think that Akaashi left for school, so it surprised you when you heard gentle footsteps hurriedly getting louder. You slightly shrink back into the mattress, but your face lit up in delight when you saw that it was just Akaashi, who walked into your room with a bowl with warm water and a cloth. He set the bowl carefully on your nightstand, dipped the cloth into the warm water, and placed it on your forehead. “I’m assuming you ate and had your medicine already.” He said in a low voice. “Mhm..” You replied sleepily. He thought your reaction was the cutest thing ever, but he kept it to himself as he pat your head. “I’ll give you some soup and medicine when it’s lunchtime for you, then.” You slowly nodded as you reached up to grab his hand, but stopping at the last second. “..you’re gonna be super late, Keiji.. go to school; I’ll be fine by myself.” Akaashi hesitated, putting his hand over yours and squeezing it gently. “Don’t worry about me.” He said. “Just get some sleep, okay?” “Okay..” You mumbled, your eyes closing. Within seconds, you were fast asleep. Akaashi stood up and headed his way to school, your homework also in his bag. Someone would have to turn those in and take notes, and it certainly wouldn’t be you.

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . . 🖉 [𝟾𝟸𝟹 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜] ☾ so you’re avoiding tsukishima at all cost; you know you can’t skip school because your grades depend on it, so you’re just very cautious about where you go ☾ he would find out, though, when you don’t visit his classroom ☾ like he’d just be listening to his music until the bell rang ☾ he wouldn’t really be worried because sometimes you oversleep lololol ☾ when break began he wasn’t that concerned and was just waiting patiently, but when it ended, he was confused ☾ like why haven’t you visiting him yet?? are you dead?? ☾ he actually made the effort to go to your own classroom when lunch started since you’re not smart like he is T^T ☾ and when he asks one of your friends about your whereabouts she just look at him all confused and says, “wait i thought y/n went to your classroom already?? she just left??” ☾ k now he’s really concerned; he also notices that your stuff is at your desk ☾ the panic isn’t visible on his face, but he’s conjuring up a plan to try and find you cuz we all know he’s secretly head over heels for you ☾ then he gets a message from his phone from you! he almost flings his phone across the room, taking it out so quickly ☾ you told him that you wanted a snack from ukai’s store, and that he should eat with the team without you ☾ but he knew if you wanted to go somewhere you would just complain your ass off to him, so he’s running around campus trying to find you ☾ the last place he checked was the infirmary; he just glanced in it and walked away.. ☾ ..then he immediately whirled around and stared right through the window on the door ☾ you were chilling on one of the beds, although you didn’t look that healthy with red cheeks and coughing ever so often. ☾ tsukishima barges into the room, and you look up in surprise. . . “K-Kei?!” You sputtered, and then went into a coughing fit. He frowned and crossed to the bed you were on in a few long strides. “How dumb are you to come to school while you’re sick?” He harshly asked, staring down at you. You look down and fiddle with your fingers. “I didn’t want my grades to drop..” You murmured, staring at your lap. “..and I didn’t want to worry you-” “You think avoiding me would make me not worry about you?” Tsukishima snapped, glaring at you. “Do you think you’re the only one who has feelings? That the world revolves around your thick skull?” You stayed silent, contemplating what he just said. When the silence became heavy, he realized he went a bit too far with his words, judging how you subconsciously sank a bit lower than you were before, and you were now squeezing your hands together tightly. Sighing, he placed his hand on your forehead. “How’d you get sick in the first place? Did you stay up all night watching.. Kimetsu no Yaiba, was it?” “I had a really important test coming up.. so I studied all night for the past week..” It was then that Tsukishima realized that you had very dark circles underneath your eyes; it was like someone smudged charcoal under them. “Did the nurse give you medicine?” “Yes..” Tsukishima took out his phone and typed something in, then shoved it back into his pocket. With you watching him curiously, he turned around, kneeling so his back would be exposed fully to you. “What are you..?” “What do you think, idiot? Get on my back before I leave you to walk.” Hesitantly, you get off the bed and placed your hands on his shoulders; he lifted you up easily and started to stride out of school. When you two walk out the gates, you realize something. “Kei, everything is still at my desk. Can we go back-” “I’ll drop it off to you later.” He interrupted. “Don’t worry about being absent, either; I already told Yamaguchi to tell your teacher that you won’t be attending your classes for the remainder of the day. Try and rest for a few minutes, so I don’t have to deal with you talking.” You slightly giggle at his statement, although you hacked out a cough immediately after. “You’re the one who’s been talking a lot,” you said as you eyed his headphones, since they were just laying around his neck. Using one hand, you grab them and put them around your ears. Tsukishima said nothing to this as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, the soft music and the slight sway of him walking lulling you to sleep. Your soft breathing indicating to him that you were no longer awake, Tsukishima let out a soft sigh and started to come up with ways he could indirectly apologize to you.

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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oml the thigh riding hc was hot pls do one with Robin! (or literally anything nsfw with her ❤️)

so many of y’all wanted a robin version of the steve thigh riding headcanon so here you go ;)

THIS IS SO NSFW, PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT STUFF OR IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

(would probably rec not checking out my account, it’s all nsfw)

time to get horny

okay so robin would probably invite you over for a study date

but she knew you were still aching from the way she had left you that morning

but she wasn’t going to give in

this was payback from the way you turned her on a couple of nights ago after her marching band performance

you wore a tight little skirt that drove her wild

but wouldn’t let her touch you, she could only watch as you brought yourself to your orgasm

over and over again

so she’d be sitting at her desk

and you’d be on her bed

books spread out in-front of you but you weren’t retaining any of the information

because you were watching as she bit the tip of her pencil

and you could feel the slick between your legs grow

so you’d try to discreetly rub yourself

but she’d notice and turn to you

eyebrows raised in a “really?” gesture

but then she’d go back to her studying

and you’d whine

slipping off your shorts and panties

hoping that maybe that would pull her attention back to you

bUT NOPE

your girl was stubborn

you’d throw your shirt off, and hiss when the air hit your naked breast

hoping that maybe that’d pull her attention away from the fucking physics she was doing

and she fucking loved your boobs

so why tf wasn’t she looking at them??

your hand would find it’s way down to your dripping pussy

little gasps leaving your lips

but rOBIN STILL WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU

goddamnit

you’d be fed up

you were naked

spread out ready for her to devour

but apparently homework was more important

stay in school kids

so you’d jump off her bed

hand still rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves

and push her chair back slightly so you could sit on top of the desk

giving her a full course meal right there

sign, served and delivered for your baby girl

but she’d raise her eyebrows

and be like

“what do you think you’re doing?”

and your voice would come out broken and hoarse

little gasps in-between each word because of your ministrations to your pussy

“i’m so fucking horny for you robin, p-please touch me. i need you to t-touch me”

and robin’s eyes would dart down to where you were rubbing yourself

watching your juices leak down your thighs, onto her desk

and your walls convulse

she wouldn’t be able to help the moan that left her throat

because watching you so wet for her got her so turned on

he hand would instinctively begin to rub at herself through her own shorts

before she lifted her lower half and tugged them down

both of you watching the other get themselves off

it wouldn’t be long until your body was jolting

hot, white pleasure making you scream out moans of Robin’s name

she’d stop pleasing herself as she watched you coax yourself through your high

giving you little praises like

“good girl”

“that’s it baby.”

“you look so pretty spread for me like this”

once you calmed down a bit, this is where it got exciting

she’d pull you down onto her thigh

your sensitive clit hitting her skin

which would make you whimper and cause robin to place a small kiss to your collarbone while shushing you

she’d grab your hand and place it on her wet pussy

and you’d instinctively begin to rub her slowly

she’d mutter in your ear

“i need to finish my report or i’ll get a detention and won’t be able to fuck you after school, so be a good girl and ride my thigh while making me cum.”

h O L Y S H I T

she’d guide you at the start

making your clit brush her skin just perfectly to send jolts of pleasure through your body

your wetness made it easier for you to slide back and forth

and the moans you let out into robin’s neck would put any porn star to shame

your hand would be harshly rubbing her

making her teeth bite down into your shoulder as she tried to write her assessment

it’d be hard to concentrate when you were playing with her pussy so well

she probably has one of the hitachi magic wands

and would keep it plugged in under her desk

so she’d reach down for it

and switch it on, the vibrations already making you desperately grind against her harder

because you knew that once she took the vibrator out, that you were going to be overstimulated

she’d tilt your hips so you were still grinding on her

but your clit was no longer touching her thigh

and she’d hold the vibrating head against your clit

pushing down on it so the sensation would immediately make you cum since you were already there before she used the vibrator

and you’d try to pull away, the feeling being so overwhelming

but her hand would grab your hips to keep you in place as she began rubbing the wand up and down your pussy

she did this like twice

each orgasm being harder than the last

and then she’d take it off you

and remove your hand from being rested on her clit

you had stopped rubbing her long ago when she began torturing your swollen bud

and she’d make you hold it against her own clit

lips immediately going for your right breast, sucking and biting your nipple

while her right hand played with your left nipple, rolling it around between her fingers

the amount of pleasure was so fucking intense

she’d make you sit back down on her thigh

and you’d throw your head back at the contact

you were overstimulated to the max

but she wasn’t done with you yet

because

“just one more baby girl, you’re going to cum on my thigh one more time. can you do that for me?”

you’d bite your lip and nod

but she’d shake her head and make your hand press the vibrator onto her clit harder

and you’d know she was close to her orgasm from the way her brows furrowed

and the way she breathlessly stuttered, but still remained dominant

“i-i need you to say it for me baby, tell me how badly you want to cum for me again.”

you’d be riding her again

an absolute mess™️

and needly gasp out a

“y-yes i n-need to cum again.”

but then you’d begin to encourage her as he hips began to buck up and try to wiggle away from the vibrator

her movements would make her thigh hit your clit which was so fucking sensitive

fuck me oh my god

you’d begin to rapidly move the vibrator in circles against her

telling her

“you’re so fucking sexy”

“cum for me baby, let go”

and she fucking would

her hands would fly to your breasts and squeeze them

as they always did when she came

and her head would fly back against the headrest of her desk chair

you’d gently take away the vibrator as she began to take heavy breaths to calm down

her head lifting back up to look at you

you were still moving against her leg

vibrator in one hand

while your other spread her juices and gently rubbed her pussy

and the only thing she could do was tell you she loved you

before grabbing the vibrator back out of your hand and placing it against your clit again

your whole body would jolt at the sudden contact

but she’d rub the wand in circles

situating you so she could slip two of her fingers inside

and she’d pull you to your fourth earth-shattering orgasm

your body would collapse against her

her fingers still pumping inside you

whispering! praises! in! your! ear!

“that’s it baby girl, fuck you’re so gorgeous!”

“you’re throbbing for me, good girl”

you’d be an absolute mess

hair matted to your forehead

robins marks littering your skin

and the mess you made on her thigh

h O L Y S H I T

once you both took a few minutes to calm down

she’d pull you away from her so she could rest her forehead on yours

switching off the vibrator

her hand would gently hold your cheek and she’d sweetly kissed your lips

the both of you just revelling in the other for a moment

before she’d pull away and look down to the slick that coated your cunt and her leg

and she’d chuckle

before tasting you

telling you shit like

“you’re always so goddamn sweet”

and

“you always make the prettiest messes for me”

and you’d whimper

which would, in return, make her chuckle

but then it would settle in

she had made you cum four times, but she had only orgasmed once

“robin, do you want me to eat you out? you’ve only cum once.”

but she’d shake her head before lifting you up and walking you both over to the bed

she’d crawl over you placing the leg you got off on in-between your thighs to seperate them

and she’d lean down to whisper in your ear

“that’s what scissoring is for baby girl, but first, you can finger me.”

oKAY I’M HORNY AND NEED HOLY WATER BYE

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seblore · 3 years

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everyday i wake up and you still havent posted your evermore rant </3

there u go boo 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

GDBDNSKDJHHDDNDS GIRL................ ok so i very cleverly avoided ranking folklore because every song REALLY HIT and the whole album was just SO.. SO.. yeah. i can however rank miss evermore. i dont want to compare the two album i do not get the point in that. both give off really different vibes. now what i will say is with folklore, AS AN ALBUM, it is just a master masterpiece. The songs flowed amazingly with each other and really held you close the entire first listen. at least thats what I felt like <3 with evermore however, the individual songs are OMG!!! THERE IS LITERALLY NO SONG I DONT LIKE FROM ANY OF THE TWO ALBUMS. but as an album on the first listen i did feel a bit disconnected from evermore which didnt happen to me with folklore. why i think that might’ve happened is BECAUSE taylor is just so brilliant m8.... the MASSIVE contrasting emotions between the songs was too much for my little brain to handle.

Ok so now that’s out of the way dhsjsk time for rankings :) i have no idea where im going to put each song im just going to make it up as we go <3 ill ALSO give you my fave lyrics from each if I remember it <333 (oh and also you’ll notice marjorie isnt here. im sorry but i never listened to it after the first listen because it hits a little too close to home and i dont want to unpack all of that now im sorry! it is a beautiful song)

14. Closure: she popped off <3 she really said dont treat me like a situation that needs to be handled 💃🤙💯 a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics HOWEVER its the first song i couldnt connect with thus it’s down here BUT I STILL WOULD LISTEN TO IT ON REPEAT THO... the last in my ranking but still fucks 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ thats taylor swift 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

13. long story short: i have never been in a relationship ever BUT GODDAMN ‘pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips’ hdjsksksjjddjnBbdns jddd ubebs!:!?:?:$3&39383$hzjs WOAH.... and this bitch really summarized the full 2016 drama with long story short it was a bad time. HILARITY. yeah not much to say here tho this is just the ‘at least one mandatory song to shake your tits to on each ts album’ song of evermore <3 and always remember that if the shoe fits walk in it TILL YOUR HIGH HEELS BREAK WOOH ANDIFELLDOWNTHEPEDESTALRIGHTDOWNTHERA—

12: dorothea: making a lark of misery :D RENt free. i had to listen to ‘if youre tired of being known for who you know you know youll always know me’ 113 times to finally understand it tho 😐 some of us are stupid and illiterate have you ever thought about that miss swift???? anyways TINGTINGTINGINGINGING THE STARS IN YOUR EYES SHINED BRIGHTER IN TUPELO <33333 such an innocent feel good song I LOVE!!!!!

11. ivy: the goddamn here and the hush of mirrorball ARE THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 😽 another lyrical masterclass <3 ‘id live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time’ IS2G!!!!!!!!!!! anyways what if you cheated on your husband with me and i cheated on my husband with you and my pain fit in the palm of your freezing hands 😳 JK JK 😅 unless...... 🤪😏 hdjsks yeah this song is magnificently cursed and i am in love with it 🧎‍♀️

10. tis the damn season: this song is august but the other side of the coin. august but four months later. AUGUST SLIPPED AWAY LIKE A BOTTLE OF WINE- THE HOLIDAYS LINGER LIKE A BAD PERFUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... she sounds so pretty goshhh! ‘time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires NOW IM MISSING YOUR SMILE hear me out we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now’ is on repeat in my mind. and as always the bridge ::::::::::::::.............:::::::::::::: how does she do this everytime. ‘and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking’ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ after every ts song i listen my expectations about true love grows exponentially and my chances of finding true love falls exponentially simultaneously ADIEU.

9. willow: she really took the invisible string quartet and put it in huh..................... FUCKED IN THE HEADDDDDDDDDDDDDD. what can i say <3 its just such a pretty song <3 hashtag gorgeous hashtag i cant say anything to its face. WRECK MY PLANS!!!!!! WRECK IT BITCH!!! ‘wait for the signal and ill meet you after dark’ LOVE STORY WHIPLASH. also mate i cant even focus on the song she looks SO GOOD in the music video i—

8. happiness: !!!! what can i say.... one of the best songs of the album hands down. lyrical masterpiece AND musically rich. she really logged into tumblr dot com and typed out ‘THERE’LL BE HAPPINESS AFTER YOU’ AND ‘THERE WAS HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU’ ARE IDEAS THAT CAN COEXIST and logged off...... h8 her and her insanity. the one word i have to describe this song is: picturesque. tis a picturesque song <3 oh and dfbhhffcbhDDVHHTRSDVJK when i heard ‘i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you’ i audibly GASPED and then she says ‘no i didnt mean that sorry i cant see facts through all of my fury’................. i fell out of my chair. IT FELT LIKE AS IF SHE HEARD MY GASP AND TOLD ME SPECIFICALLY THAT NO SHE DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT... anyways yeah. ill write an article one day named THE SWIFT DECEPTION OF TAYLOR about how she keeps writing songs with deceptive titles and this will be the opening case 😈🤙 also the fact that this is one of my faves and i put it in number 8 says a lot......

7. evermore: i havent recovered from ‘motion capture. put me in a bad light’. i mean come on the whole goddamn song is a lyrical masterpiece. ‘writing letters addressed to the fire’. IS SHE OK!????????????? i think tf not. beautiful song beautiful arrangement. iver sounded really good too. and lol lol rofl WOOFWOOFbarkbark ‘HEY DECEMBER GUESS IM FEELING UNMOORED’ unmoored definition from google dot com: no longer attached. she doesn’t go back to december anymore. about2 faint oml. long story short: i did not survive. THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE........ what i felt with this song is that she took the quarantine sadness we all felt at least once this year and made it into a masterpiece of a song. couldve been easily the top song on any album except this. no i will not elaborate <3

6. no body no crime: i cannot believe. she teased us with a musical number. this woman teased us with. a musical number. I THINK SHE IS WRITING A MUSICAL BUT I JUST CANT PROVE IT! when she wins that tony 16 years later call me prophetic xoxo. anyways yeah she literally wrote this to flex her storytelling abilities. send tweet 🐥

5. cowboy like me: YEEEHAWWW I’LL BE HONEST WITH YOU I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FULL SONG SOUNDS LIKE I JUST HAVE THE BRIDGE ON REPEAT!!!! OMFG!!! the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. AAAA!! ??? STFU. IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS MATE THE WAY ITS SUNG!!!!!!! GUT WRENCHING! the best bridge she has ever written musically. i cant stop listening to it. REALLYYY DID BELIEEEVE I WAS THE ONEEE. STORIESSS ABOUT WHEEEN YOU PASSSEDDD THROUGHH TOWN. y e l l. and then she hits me with ‘now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon.’ L ???? M !!!!! A $$$$$ O “”””” i had to pause it and sit there for 10 minutes to take in what i had just heard. case closed critical hit sustained yeedhawd.

4. tolerate it: i cried. the only reason it’s not 1 is because it hurt me too much. WHAT THE FUCK YOU MF YOU ASSUME IM FINE BUT WYD IF I BREAK FREE AND LEAVE US IN THE RUINS???? TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOV— m8 this physically hurts me everytime. if its all in my head TELL ME RN. aghhh aRghhhhhhh. pain. and lol she broke down sleep to its bare essentials ‘breathing with your eyes closed’.

3. ??? coney island: i know it’s a bit of a controversial top three but WHO CARES 🕴this is solely here for ‘AND IM SITTING ON A BENCH IN CONEY ISLAND wondering where did my BABYy GO’ im shaking. my bed is shaking. my body is shaking. my pupils are shaking. THE WAY SHE SINGS IT OH MY GOODNESS ME i have to lie down gimme a sec. ‘and if this is the long haul howd we get here so soon 😟’ SCREAM. and when i was hearing it for the first time and she said ‘sorry for not making you my centerfold’ i was like yeah and?? so what?? and then she hits me with ‘over and over’...... so she didnt make him/her/them her centerfold over and over !!!!!!! she is sorry she didnt do it over and over!!!!!! mannn.... the chorus.. i shall not speak. i am held at gunpoint i CANNOT SPEAK. the bridge tho dhdnsksksjsb I CAN SPEAK AND I SHALL SPEAK. BITCH WENT OFFFFFFFF. <3 this is the apology she deserved from her exes which she never got so she wrote it herself. podium. grey skies. birthday cake. ACCIDENT. im laughingggggggggggg <///3 and yeah so overall it is a really yummy song with yummy vocals and yummy arrangement 9/10 would recommend. also!! life lessons kids life lessons. disappointments? SIMPLY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRETEND YOU DO NOT SEE IT YAAAAAAAAAS

2. gold rush: ETHEREAL!!!!!! The last time i felt like this™️ whilst listening to a song was with mirrorball <3 the production of this song omg omg omg LOVE 💃 but what propelled it to number two status was the ‘i dont like slow motion double vision in ROSE BLUSH/ i dont like that falling feels like flying till the BONE CRUSH’ imagine how fucked in the head a person needs to be to rhyme rose blush with bone crush. yeah i have nothing more to say really this song is extremely gorgeous and ‘eyes like sinking ships on water so inviting i almost jumped in’ / ‘walk past quick brush’ ?:!:!&:8483 F A V E <33333 and the transition transmission transfusion from ‘... gray old tea cuz itll never be ᵍˡᵉᵃᵃᵃᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍᵍᵍᵍ’ MADAME

1. champagne problems: are we surprised? ARE WE REALLY SURPRISED? when listening to new albums i normally listen to it at one go in order. i stick to that rule. HOWEVER after many years of my solid album listening self made rule tm i finally broke and immediately replayed this mf song after listening to it once. ‘you had a speech, youre speechless/ love slipped beyond your reaches’???? stfu???? VILE. PUNISHABLE. DEROGATORY. and welp the entire bridge ...... .... ........... what can i say. And the parallels to miss all too well??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???? your SISTER splashed out on the bottle- left my scarf there at your SISTER’s house 😐 she’ll patch up your tapestry that i SHRED- maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you TORE it all up 😐 your MOM’s ring in your pocket- your MOTHER’s telling stories bout you on the tee ball team 😐 November flush and your FLANNEL cure- PLAID shirt days and nights when you made me your own 😐 wHAT A SHAME SHE IS FUCKED IN THE HEAD IS2G........... and also why would she not rhyme POCKET with LOCKET?????? why with wallet???????????? slant rhyme why????????????? AND THE NOTE THIS MF SONG ENDS ON..... FUCKED IN THE HEAD

THATS IT. i really sat here and did this for the past 2 hours huh...... hhdjsms anyways LONG STORY SHORT: I HATE ONE INSANE WOMAN AND HER NAME IS TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. GODSPEEED 🏃‍♀️

#obviously i have not listened to the two delux songs yet so yeah <3 #im sorry about this i have neither proofread this nor do i think this makes any sense </3 #also i just realized i swore alot in this.... its that kind of a year huh ;D #anyways tysm anon for your eagerness for MY rant on evermore <3 truly honored #have a great day ilyy #answered 🗣#evermore era

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Say It - Part 5

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

A/N: OH my GOD. So I’m going to school tomorrow so this is like my last one before I go back which is quite upsetting, cause I love this fic and writing it. But I’m not sure if I’ll be updating as much. I’ll update as much as I can. BUT WOW OML THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INTENSE TO WRITE WOW

It had only been four days since Brian had been staying with you and Roger. It was quite simple since you would prepare meals for the three of you, Roger would occasionally help you, and Brian would always offer to lend a hand which always ended with you saying, “don’t worry about it, you need to rest up!”

Roger would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of Brian. After every meal, you would always bring out a pot of tea just for Brian and occasionally forgetting to hand a cup to Roger.

The only time Roger didn’t feel those jealous emotions was when the two of you would finally get time alone right when you had to go to bed. But those moments would usually sadly be cut short since you would tend to Brian’s care.

Although Roger would take any chance to take care of Brian so you would rest. You loved caring for people. You always took care of your friends, especially all the boys from Queen, you loved taking care of them sick or not.

Today was just like one of those days. The usual morning pot of tea after breakfast for Brian and you remembered to hand Roger a teacup.

“Bri, Rog, did you want anything from the grocer’s?” You picked up your purse and headed towards the front door.

Brian turned his head from the telly and asked, “is it alright if I can get some of those caramel sweets from the shop around the corner? I’ll give you the money for-”

“Stop right there! I’ll just buy it for you okay lov- Bri?” Big mistake. You shouldn’t have done that.

You could tell that Brian knew what you were about to say ‘love,’ but it was because you’re always used to calling Roger ‘love’ or any kind of affectionate name at home. The only exception was for Freddie.

You quickly ran towards Roger, who just came out of the bathroom and planted a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Where are you off to, Y/N?” He probably didn’t hear you when you asked if he wanted anything.

“Just the grocer’s. Want any sweets?” Roger’s face stared at you with a questionable face, he was thinking about what he would like.

But then he realised that you’ve been taking care of Brian non-stop.

“Why don’t I just head to the grocer’s, and you have some time for yourself to take a bath and rest, okay?” Roger suggested, but he regretted saying it. He was going to leave you with Brian. Alone in the apartment.

Wow, that sounded like heaven to you. Yes. You loved taking care of Brian, but you might’ve accidentally missed a meal or two.

“Thank you so much, Rog. Is that okay with you?” You wanted to make sure he wasn't doing it out of guilt. He simply nodded ‘yes’ and headed his way out.

“I’ll miss you,” you smiled at him. “You just need to get some vegetables, juice, caramel sweets for Brian and some sweets for me as well!” Roger kissed you on the forehead before leaving you alone with Brian.

He still can’t believe he asked to get things from the grocer’s. Why not go with you instead? It was probably the spark of the moment he wanted to do something for you.

“So, how is Mr May recovering? Is your arm feeling a bit better?” You walked towards Brian who was on the couch watching ‘Top of the Pop’s’ on the telly.

He turned his head quickly towards you and responded, “thanks to you, I like I’m ready to start playing again!” But of course he was kidding, he only had around two more weeks to heal.

“That’s fantastic Bri! You enjoy the telly, while I go have a relaxing bath,” you skipped away to the bathroom to run the water. Roger had told you to have time to yourself, and that was exactly what you were going to do.

You opened a cabinet that had all of your soaps, took a bottle of vanilla scented body wash and poured it close to the faucet of the running water. Vanilla soon was the only thing you could smell in the air.

You quickly took all your clothes off, it had been a while since you’ve last had a bubble bath for yourself.

The last time you had a bubble bath was with Roger, a few nights before he left for the tour. Yes, you often took baths with him. And yes, they were quite enjoyable.

“Y/N!”

“Yes?”

“The telephone’s ringing!”

“Just answer it!”

And that’s what Brian did. He slid across the couch in order to reach the telephone, “Hello, this is-” Brian wasn’t able to finish his sentence and listened to what was being said on the other line.

He kept quiet, but before he knew it he quickly ended the call, cutting off the other line in the middle of their sentence.

He couldn’t believe it.

“Who was it?” He didn’t say anything for a while. “Bri?”

“It was just Miami, he was asking how I was doing. He’s sounding more like my mother!” He laughed. You didn’t think much of what he said since it sounded quite funny to you.

“I’m going to murder that drummer boy.” Brian could hear Roger outside trying to open the door, but it seemed like he was struggling with the bags of groceries. As soon as Roger came through the door, Brian was right by the door.

“Bloody hell, you shouldn’t be standing in front of the door like that. Nearly had a heart attack,” Roger chuckled walking past the taller man but he stopped in his track.

“What’s wrong Mr May?” He sassed.

“Nothing. You’ve got to watch yourself,” Brian spoke with a very sarcastic tone. Roger had no idea why he was acting like that. It just made him angry. Brian’s eyes glanced towards the bathroom and Roger obviously knew that you were in there. And Brian was making Roger even more jealous.

Roger had a checklist. It was just things he had thought since Brian was staying for a while.

Y/N will pay attention to Brian. Check

Y/N will take care of Brian more. Check

Y/N will forget about me

And Roger couldn’t bear to think of the worst-case scenario. But Brian knew something was off with him. He just didn’t want to confront him. Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen of course.

Roger brushed past Brian and gave him the bags of groceries, which ended up falling on the ground. How could an injured guy hold so many bags?

“You back, love?” You spoke loudly skimming your fingers across the water of your bath. He popped his head through the door and you smiled at him.

“Of course I’m back, you did say that you’d miss me,” he winked at you as he took a few steps closer to you.

“Tomorrow night, we’re going out with the band.”

“We are? And where are we all going?”

“Just for dinner and maybe we’ll stop by the pub?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Brian was listening and he knew that there were no plans for dinner. Even though last minute plans were Roger’s thing, it seemed a bit odd.

“You’re doing it just to see her.”

Flashback

Brian picked up the telephone, “Hello this is-”

“Hey, Roger. It’s Amy. I know you told me not to call until you were on the road again. I wasn’t able to get the chance to say something to you before you went back home. You were incredible in bed. I miss you.”

It was Amy. She was one of Roger’s groupies that would always see him after performances. But that was before he met you.

“I hope that we’re still meeting tomorrow night, at the usual place? I know how it’s usually done. You’ll have dinner with your bandmates and then I’ll see you in the bathroom after you order your usual dr-”

He ended the call straight away. He didn’t want to hear Amy’s voice anymore.

Present

Brian knows everything. He knows Roger’s groupie schedule. He knows that Roger is still with the last groupie he was seeing before he met you.

“That fucking bastard.”

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Part 6

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A Drunk Time, A Fun Morning After Part 2

When you say it’s going to be a oneshot and out comes a sequel oml WELL I hope you guys enjoy this continuation, this part does get more intimate and serious real quick *but spoiler alert, no smut warning needed* (...yet). This part is also twice as long as the last one and yet I regret nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Ivar x Reader

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The rest of the day Ivar didn’t so much and as look in your direction. It was clear he was avoiding you, and while it was a great source of entertainment for Ubbe and the rest of the brothers, it was starting to grow tiring. So, you decided to confront him about it that evening.

“Ohohoho, is someone trying to give our brother a private viewing?” Hvitserk smirks, as he catches you walking towards Ivar’s bedroom. Ivar had taken to dinner in his room, and so no one had seen even a glimpse of Ivar tonight.

“Jealous Hvitserk?” You smirk back, wiggling your eyebrow at him, to which Ubbe and Bjorn holler and laugh, still seated at the dinner table.

Hvitserk mock acts like he has just been struck in the chest. Ubbe then pipes up from where he’s sitting as Bjorn finishes his plate. “Leave Y/N to her workings brother, at least maybe she can fix Ivar, since she has clearly broken our war machine.”

You roll your eyes with a smile and give the brothers a passing wave as you continue to walk down the hallway towards Ivar’s room, knocking twice before announcing yourself. “Ivar? Its Y/N. Can I come in?”

“That depends, are you decent?” A distrusting voice asks from the other side. Trying to stifle a laugh, you slyly answer “Well Ivar, is not my chest decent enough?” as you quickly whip open the door, startling Ivar and making him jump in his seat, not exactly looking for a round two of this morning. Ivar was sitting next to the fire in his room and he had turned his back fully in his seat in an attempt to shield his eyes from the ambush. However as soon as Ivar peeked over his shoulder towards you and realizes you’re clothed he threw his water pitcher at you, which you promptly dodge. “Disappointed my prince?” You couldn’t help teasing Ivar, it was so different to see the boy who would usually fly into a hysteric rage silently simmering under hot flushed cheeks. “That was underhanded.” He grumbles.

“Well isn’t that rich, coming from you.” You retort, still staring at the clearly uncomfortable prince. You sigh, and decide that the time for teasing is passed. “Ivar, you’ve been avoiding me all day. And not very subtly I might add.” Ivar was concentrating his stare towards the fire, but you saw your comments crawl their way under his armour. Even though he didn’t lock eyes with you, you keep your gaze trained on him as you close the door behind you. Slowly you make your way towards him, saying softly, “And Ivar… I do think I have a solution.”

“And what is that?” Ivar asks in a condescending tone before his face freezes up as he sees you lift your shirt up over your head and throw it on the bed. Immediately his eyes dart back to the fire, only this time they were each as round as the full moon.

“Ivar, look at me.”

Ivar continues to stare at the fire intently, not moving a muscle.

“Ivar.” You say in a commanding tone, one he could not ignore. He dragged his eyes from the fire, resting his eyes on yours. “Ivar, in order for us to work well together, not only here in Kattegat but also in battle, you need to be comfortable with me. And that means..” Taking a few slow steps towards Ivar until you were a foot apart. “All of me.”

Ivar did well to keep his gaze up. His eyes were more confident now, but still held apprehension, as if he was nervous to admit that for once he did not know how to proceed. He also looked like he was looking for… permission?

“Ivar, it’s okay, you can look at me, I’m not ashamed.” You chuckle a bit and stretch your arms out before resting your hands on your hips. Ivar takes a gulp and then shifts his gaze. You watch as Ivar’s eyes travelled from shoulder to shoulder, where your armour had left small indents near each end of your clavicle. His gaze moves lower towards your hips and taught stomach, which had hardened substantially after years of training. He then slowly brings his gaze up to rest lastly on your breasts. They weren’t what one would consider small, but they did not get in the way of battle, which was of course your main concern. As Ivar stared your nipples started to become hard due to the cold of the night, to which Ivar tilted his head curiously. And to add to this display the roaring fire gave your whole body a warm glow that was matched in the reflection of your hazel eyes. “So, what do you think, prince?” Ivar didn’t respond, almost hypnotized.

“Ivar?” A second calling snapped Ivar out of his trance. “It is- I mean, you are, um.” Ivar struggled to find words, not only because of the subject matter, but because you knew he wasn’t used to giving genuine (not sarcastic) compliments. And at this point, you decided to up the game.

“Ivar, you can touch me if you want.”

Ivar’s eyes grew wider (if that was even possible), trying to figure out whether you actually meant what you said. “Lucky for you Ivar, I am in a VERY generous mood.” You remark, as you stretch your arms out, leaning back all the while smiling playfully at the bashful prince. He looked so uncomfortable, which was interesting considering YOU were the one half naked.

You watch as he wrestles with himself until finally straightening up in his chair and giving his answer. “Well, if you insist.” He had tried to sound like his usually cocky self, but his nervousness had made its way to his voice box, making his voice crack. And you were loving every minute of it.

Ivar then grabs his crutch from the floor beside him and props himself up. You were expecting to be summoned to his lap, but it seems as though Ivar wants as much high ground as he can get right now. Ivar pushes himself up and stands tall. When standing, Ivar is half a head taller than you, which was a great viewpoint for him as he was now looking down at you. Or more specifically, at everything below your neck.

“Well then.” Attempting to clear his throat, Ivar slowly brings his free hand around your waist. His fingers tracing the curve of your hips, travelling up your back almost ghostlike. He then brought his hand back down and around to your midriff, his hands not leaving your skin, his eyes not leaving his hands. Meanwhile your eyes never left his face, never imagining that the most ruthless warrior you had ever faced could have the softest of strokes. You enjoyed seeing him like this, not helpless but definitely guard down, and curiosity out.

Ivar wasn’t the only one feasting his eyes tonight, as you studied Ivar’s tight braids, still a bit bloody from the raid. His brow was furrowed as he studied you, clearly concentrating on his task. His rugged jawline was hinged on his clenched jaw, making sure he showed no emotion, no weakness. You continued to stare at Ivar as his hand slowly made its way to your breasts. He casually brushed against one of your hardened nipples, almost earning from you a small yelp. He then cups the same breast in his hands, feeling the weight of it, as he slowly lifts it up and down. Ivar then started moving your breast in a circular motion, his fingers mimicking the same motion around your nipple. It took all the strength you had not to moan, and all the willpower you could muster not to lean into his touch. Ivar didn’t seem to notice, and if you wanted to keep him in his calm curious state it needed to stay that way. You knew as soon as Ivar knew he was giving you pleasure he wouldn’t hesitate holding it over you, quickly transforming back into the cocky dominating Ivar everyone knew.

But damn, for someone who had never even seen a woman before, Ivar was doing pretty well turning you the fuck on. Ivar’s slow and careful touch teased you, baiting your body for more. You were wondering how such small ministrations could turn you on so much, and then realised your mistake: Coming to the room of an inexperienced Ivar who was so very much your type, in the middle of the night, while you can’t remember the last time you had sex.

Which explained why your body was so extra sensitive.

Thankfully Ivar stopped his ministrations on your chest before you could let out a lust-filled moan, but at the same time you had to stifle a whimper at the absence of his hand. However instead his hand had found his way up to your neck and cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up to his. Conflict dances in Ivar’s blue eyes, which are once again searching your face for any sign, any hint of reluctance or - hell forbid - joking. He then tilts your face higher and almost in a whisper he says, “What are you playing at, Y/N?”

You attempt to sound half as confident as Ivar on a regular day. “Trying to make sure that you are used to a pair of pretty eyes, and as well as a pretty chest.” You smirk, although the smirk is mostly due to you imagining topping the bloodthirsty Viking on the floor. “Oh really?” Ivar quips, “Because I think this is some dirty trick you and my brothers wanted to pull on the cri-

As soon as you started hearing Ivar’s voice get low and his eyes darken, without thinking you grab the back of his head and pull him towards you. You catch his lips mid-sentence, and you can feel Ivar freeze up like a stunned deer. You made sure your grip on his head was strong as you gently caress his lips with yours, willing him to calm down, willing him to believe you. His lips were cold from the night air, but you could taste the ale on them as you gently continued playfully lapping up all the ale you find with the tip of your tongue. Ivar was stiff, but he wasn’t frigidly reluctant, as he let you continue the kiss. You don’t dare open your eyes lest you see his dark angry gaze piercing your soul. But also…. partly… because you’re so fully getting lost in Ivar. You gently bit on his bottom lip before gradually pulling yourself away, slowly opening your eyes to find that Ivar’s were now starting to glaze over. "Still think this is a game?” You ask, obviously still in a haze yourself. You look down at the ground, and before you know it you softly mutter, “Do you really think I would have shown myself to you if I did not want you to see me?” Of all the warriors you knew, Ivar was definitely the cruelest, and the most cunning, but he was also the most tenacious and steadfast man you had ever come across. In short, you had realized early on that there was no way you would ever settle for anyone less. On top of that, Ivar’s taste was addictive, and damn everything to hell you wanted more. But, you need to know if he wanted more as well.

“Well Ivar, it seems as though my work here is done. You seem plenty used to seeing a woman now eh?” You try to smile and catch Ivar’s eye, but his eyes are glued to the floor. You look for any noticeable hints of pleasure, enjoyment, just any sign that he doesn’t want you to leave. But he says nothing, and you take that as your cue that he isn’t interested. As you start to turn around, trying hard not to let the disappointment and longing in your voice show, you remark, “Well I guess I had better-

Suddenly you feel a hand grab your arm and whip you around so that you’re face to face with Ivar again, his hand that once held your arm now around your waist, gripping you against his chest. His eyes have darkened slightly, but you see resolve in his face now. Not questioning. Not doubting. Just wanting. Leaning in closely to the nape of your neck he lets his lips softly brush against your skin until he reaches your ear, making you shiver as he tentatively utters one word.

"Stay.”

#Ivar X Reader #vikings fanfiction #vikings woc fanfiction #ivar fanfiction #ivar x woc #Do I end it here?#Am I that cruel to leave this hanging off a cliff?#was this as good as the last one even though its a much more serious tone?#am I hungry enough to for a snack #so many questions #I would love feedback but be gentle I am an amateur and I am sensitive but will bite #title of the next fic perhaps hmmmmm #a drunk time a fun morning after #greennightspider

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Safe - Chapter 8

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Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 6.2k

Warnings: Swearing, SOOOO MUCH (SEXUAL? IDK) TENSION OML, flufffflyllylyy stuff

Members Included: All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

The following day, (Y/N) took a seat next to Jimin, like always. She looked around the room to meet eye contact with the rest of the boys.

After explaining about the plan with Jimin and (Y/N), it was time to tell the others about it.

Namjoon was the only one standing up, looking over at his members before clearing his throat. “As you all know, (Y/N) has obtained the special documents Yoongi hyung needed and it was a success.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N), “However, those documents contained (Y/N)’s files as Banjo hired a member of the Golden Flies to do the job to terminate her files.”

(Y/N) let out a distressed breathe, not believing that Banjo went this far in order to bring her back to the lab. “Although, Yoongi recovered them, allowing (Y/N) to be safe from them.” He says as the boys let out sighs of relief, “For now.” Namjoon says and Taehyung frowned, “What if we want (Y/N) to be safe forever?” He pouted, “I don’t want (Y/N) to go away!” Taehyung cried.

(Y/N) sadly smiled at him, “I’m sure we all want (Y/N) to stay with us and to be safe too.” Jimin says and Jin nodded, “Indeed we do.” He says, “Right, but how?” Hoseok asked.

Yoongi smirked, “As you know, Banjo is a bad man, as well as Mr Han. The two have been working for years before meeting (Y/N). During those years, they’ve been committing corrupt deals with others and recorded a list of each and every one of them on a disc.” Yoongi says and looked over at his members, “With this disc, we can either threaten and blackmail them,” Yoongi says before looking at (Y/N), “Or we expose it, thus destroying everything that they have.” Yoongi explained and Jin hummed.

“Blackmailing seems a bit uneasy, although it may work, considering of how much data is written on there.” Jin thought as Jungkook crossed his arms, “How about both?” All the members looked at the young member with playful glares as Jungkook grinned, “What? Why not?”

Namjoon sighed and lightly chuckled at Jungkook’s suggestion, “Although we do have the power to do so, I don’t think that would be necessary.” He says before clapping his hands, pointing them towards (Y/N), “Since (Y/N) has known the two longer than we have, she’s one step closer to finding that disc.” He says and smiled. Jimin then cleared his throat, "And because (Y/N) knows the two better than we do and being our tactician, she’ll be planning this mission.“

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, "There may be a few bumps on the road. These two are no joke, they’re loaded with men and power as much as we are. However, with precise planning, I’m sure we can find this disc and get the job done easily.” (Y/N) smiled shyly. The members let out smiles and cheers, “I hope this works, (Y/N).” Yoongi says with a smile, the first ever smile (Y/N) had seen coming from Yoongi. Taehyung’s tail wagged, “I really really don’t want (Y/N)-ah to go, I’ll do anything in the world to keep her on our side!"

The members chuckled as (Y/N) smiled widely, agreeing with Taehyung, "I don’t ever want to go back at that place, and I’m also willing to do everything to stay with all of you.” She says shyly, a hint of blush on her cheeks. The members looked at her with adored expressions before agreeing with her.

Jimin stared at (Y/N) with a faint smile. (Y/N) shared a few laughs with the members before looking back at Jimin, who was already staring at her with loving adoring eyes, same as the others. (Y/N) smiled at him as the other members continued to talk. “I hope this works.” She says, “I wish to stay with all, with you, forever.” She says as Jimin sent her a smile.

“Me too.” He says, brushing a stray hair away from her face, smiling even more at the sight of her flushed cheeks.

“Because wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be there for you whatever it takes or how my heart breaks. I want and will be there for you forever.“

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It’s been three weeks since the whole mission with Dongmin as it was back to training for (Y/N) after she fully healed. Bangtan decided to lay low for awhile especially since the death of Kim Hyunwook. Whereas for Dongmin, he was taken to their HQ was imprisoned, with a necessary amount of care, ordered by (Y/N), as his fate was later decided.

Not only that, after all those weeks of training, Jimin claimed that (Y/N) was ready to pursue real missions along with the others.

But here they were, after a morning jog with Taehyung around the neighbourhood and gun practice in the hills with Jungkook, (Y/N) stood in the ring with Jimin.

Today, Jimin decided with all the training he has done with (Y/N), he was able to work on her speed and agility. After a few rounds of Jimin moving around a landing a couple of punches on (Y/N), she finally got the hang of it and even got to beat Jimin at his own game.

Jimin swung his strong leg over, however, (Y/N) quickly ducked and landed another punch on his shoulder, causing Jimin to lose balance. Seeing this as an opportunity, (Y/N) swung her fist at him, knocking him down to the mat.

Jimin grunted as tumbled to the ground, “Oof.” He winced slightly.

(Y/N) smiled widely, jumping a bit a few times as she cheered proudly. Jimin smirked up at her, watching her awkwardly dance around over her victory. (Y/N) noticed his stare and stopped, blushing slightly as she smiled shyly. Jimin chuckled, he thought it was cute and to say that he was proud was an understatement.

“My third win in a row!” She says in triumph as Jimin shrugged, getting up from the mat. “What can I say, I’ve gone soft on you.” He says and got out of the ring, (Y/N) following.

“I think that’s enough training, (Y/N). You did well today.” He confessed as (Y/N) let out a content sigh as she took a swing from her water bottle. “I think you’re ready for the real stuff.” He says as he also takes a swing of water.

(Y/N) puts down her bottle and looked at the older boy, “Real stuff?” She asked as he nodded, “Yeah, the real stuff.” He smirked at her as he motioned her to follow him. After packing their things, they made their way up to their room.

As they walked up the stairs, Hoseok smiled at them as he went walked down the marble steps, “Done training?” He asked as (Y/N) nodded with a mixture of a confused and happy smile, “Yeah, Jimin says I’m ready for the real stuff.” She looked over at him and Hoseok looked at her with his gold irises gleaming. He sent her a slight smirk, “Oh I see,” He says as he continued to walk down the steps, “Well, whatever it is, good luck~” And with that, he went straight to the kitchen.

Jimin hummed and walked into his room. He then took his shirt off, slightly surprising (Y/N) with the sudden action. “Go ahead and get ready. We’re going to the HQ, I want to show you something.” He says and grabbed a towel from the washroom and a set of clothes, “I’ll be showering in Jungkook’s washroom so you can do your thing in here.” He sent her a smile before walking out.

(Y/N) nodded at him before walking into the washroom, stripping down her clothes before entering the shower.

It’s been almost a month since (Y/N) has been in the HQ, last time being when she first met Jimin. (Y/N) wondered what Jimin had to show her, but whatever it was, it must be important. Especially if it was located at the HQ itself.

After showering, she put on clothes that fitted into the smart casual category; a simple white-button down blouse tucked into a black bandage skirt. After brushing and drying her hair, she walked out to find Jimin sitting on their bed, wearing a black button down shirt along with black jeans.

He smiled up at her as he ran a hand through his damp dark hair. “Alright, let’s go.”

The two made their way to Jimin’s car and out of the Bangtan residence grounds.

On their way there, (Y/N) turned to Jimin, “So what is this thing you’re gonna show me?” She asked and Jimin hummed, “Now that,” He turned to her, face inches apart as he smiled at her, “Is a surprise.” He says as (Y/N) huffed with a smile, leaning back to her seat.

After a few minutes, Jimin drove into the underground parking lot, just beneath their building. Jimin then parked in his usual spot, in front of the elevator. Jimin quickly got out, opening the door for (Y/N). She quietly thanked him as they walked into the elevator, Jimin pressing the button that led them to the floor where his office sat.

Instead of walking towards his office, Jimin led (Y/N) to a set of double doors. (Y/N) looked at him confusingly, “Did you move office rooms?” She asked as Jimin chuckled, shaking his head.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he pointed at the plated tag that was set on the doors.

Kim (Y/N), Bangtan Tactician, it read.

Namjoon decided to have (Y/N) take his last name as she didn’t really remember her real surname, despite the fact that she had a superior memory. Jimin protested, thinking that (Y/N) should take his surname but Namjoon refused, saying something about "Wait till the right moment until she’ll have yours”, leaving Jimin quite confused and upset but nonetheless, he was happy for (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s lips twitched up slightly before smiling widely up at Jimin. “Really?” She asked excitedly. Jimin smiled warmly at her, “Well, go on.” Jimin nodded his head at the door.

(Y/N) looked at the plated tag before placing her hand on the knob, opening slowly. She took a deep breath as she looked around in her new office.

A desk placed in the back with a window placed on the right-hand side of the desk and another behind it. A shelf of books and drawers on the left-hand side and a small counter with a coffee maker and microwave. By the windows set two couches and a coffee table, giving off a perfect view of Seoul when relaxing.

(Y/N) smiled as she walked around and turned to Jimin, “This is all mine?” She asked and Jimin nodded, “Yep, and if you want, we can have renovations in here to set it to your liking.” He says as she shook her head, “N-No, that won’t be necessary, it’s perfect the way it is,” She says and looks at him.

“Thank you.” She says, giving him a light side hug shyly and Jimin shrugged, laughing nervously as he ran a hand through his hair out of habit, placing a hand on her shoulder as a way of hugging back.

“No problem. I just kinda came up with the idea of giving you an office to yourself. Every one of us has one, so might as well give you one too, especially because you’re the one who will be planning our missions.” Jimin says and takes a seat on the couch. (Y/N) follows and turned to him.

“So this is where I’ll be doing my role, as well as planning this big mission, hm?” Jimin nodded, “Correct.” He says and looked over at her, brushing a stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, seems to be his favourite gesture of affection when it came to (Y/N). (Y/N)’s eyes slightly widen at his sudden gesture. Jimin seemed to be shocked as well and quickly recovered and leaned back on the couch smoothly.

“A-Anyway…” He stammered, “Valentine’s Day is coming up soon,“ He started, looking at her with a nervous look, "I don’t think we have any other plans for that night so…” He trailed off as (Y/N) felt her breath hitch for a moment, knowing where this was going.

“I was thinking that we can go into the city and eat dinner ourselves,” Jimin says, a shy smile present on his face with pink cheeks. (Y/N) felt her lips twitch up a bit, her entire body heating up. “Just us—?”

Jimin nodded, “Mhm, just us two. I made a reservation for two at the finest restaurant in all of Seoul.” Jimin says quickly with a shy smile.

“So, you up for it?” He asked with a charming smile. Jimin felt his adrenaline running fast, clearly nervous yet excited about the plan for the loving holiday.

(Y/N) thought about it as she didn’t have much of a choice. Jimin had already made reservations at the restaurant as she just couldn’t say no to him, he has done so much for her for the past month and she couldn’t be more thankful for him.

Not only that, it didn’t matter to (Y/N) if she had no other choice, she truly wanted to go out with Jimin more than anything. She found Jimin as the most trusting, generous and kind person she has ever met and wanted to continue to show him her gratefulness.

She nodded eagerly, smiling up at him quite widely and shyly, “I would love to, Jimin,” She says and scoots a bit closer to him, “Of course I’ll come!” She breaks into a grin, showing off her pearly whites and her sweet smile. Jimin felt his stomach twist in knots as his lips twitched upwards at (Y/N)’s adorable expression.

Jimin grinned, smiling widely as he leaned in closer to her face, “Great, Valentine’s Day it is, just us two.” He says and (Y/N) nodded, a warm smile present on her face.

“Just us two.”

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After asking (Y/N) about the whole dinner, Namjoon called Jimin out of the room, telling him that he had work to do. (Y/N), however, took her time to look around her office once more. She truly loved the feeling it gave her, an almost comfy feeling as if she was at home. Home, She thought, thinking about her mother and then to Bangtan.

She shook her head at the thought before setting down on her office chair, noticing a MacBook displayed in the centre of the desk. She smiled, noticing it looked much like Jimin’s, except it was a new one. She opened it, seeing that Yoongi must’ve set it up for her.

“Wow…” She whispered in amazement, feeling its smooth surface.

“Maybe I should start planning.” She mumbled to herself before doing a little research, finding a file that Yoongi included in her laptop, having her free to use if it helped with planning the big mission.

After a few minutes that turned into hours, (Y/N) wrote down numerous things such as locations and people that may or may not connect to either Banjo or Mr Han, giving her a better chance into getting her hands on that one disc.

She then came across a photo of a man, a photo taken with Mr Han. The two were smiling, hands clasped together. (Y/N) tilted her head slightly, analyzing the photo. There was a handwritten note on the side, Mr Han, Weis Minjae, 2012, it read. She hummed in curiosity as scrolled through more photos, seeing that this Weis Minjae appeared in more photos the farther she went through the file. He was a rather middle-aged looking man, just like Mr Han. There was also another man shown in the picture, however, there was no name. (Y/N) bit her lip, writing down about his appearance, thinking that it may be useful for later use.

She then came across a photo with Weis Minjae with Mr Han pointing at the man with a gun, almost looking like he was threatening him.

Widening her eyes, her curiosity grew more until her office door opened, revealing Jungkook. The two youngest members send each other smiles, “What’s up Gukkie?” (Y/N) asked and Jungkook walked over to where she sat, sitting down on one of the chairs placed in front of her desk.

“We’re going to some party tonight for some business shit.” Jungkook shrugged as (Y/N) hummed with a nod, “Oh okay, are we all going?” She asked as Jungkook nodded, “Yeah, so Jin hyung sent me here to tell you. Apparently, we have to wear something fancy.” Jungkook grumbled, leaning back in the chair, looking around, “You’re office is nice.” He says quietly as (Y/N) thanked him before turning her laptop towards him, pointing at the Weis Minjae man, “Do you recognize this man? Or this one?” She asked, pointing at the two men as Jungkook leaned forward, examining the photo before shaking his head.

“Nuh uh, why, do you know him?” He asked as (Y/N) sighed, shaking her head, “N-No I don’t… Although, I feel like he can be a part of all this if you know what I mean…” She trailed off, looking at the photo before looking at Jungkook. Jungkook gave her a soft look, “Well, don’t worry noona, we’ll get through this. Maybe Namjoon or Yoongi hyung has an idea about him, who knows? It doesn’t hurt to ask.” Jungkook smiled, causing (Y/N)’s expression to break into a small smile as well, agreeing with him.

“Yeah, you’re right, I should.” She says as Jungkook examined the photo once more, furrowing his brow, “Wait…” He mumbled, “I know that guy.” He says, referring to the unknown man in the photo.

(Y/N) stood up, “You do?” She questioned as Jungkook nodded, getting up as well, “Y-Yeah… He’s a technician,” He says, “He used to work for GOT7 before they cut ties with him.” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, “Do you know why they stopped working with him?"

"He started working for that Han guy.”

Jungkook sighed, “And you never know, may he has some connections with that Weis guy too.” (Y/N) looked down at the photo before sighing, closing the screen. “I suppose that’s true,” She says before bringing her laptop into her arms, “Thank you anyway, Gukkie.”

“No problem.” He says as they both start to walk out of her office, “We should get going. Jin hyung wants us all to get ready early so we can leave early.” Jungkook scoffed before grinning, “But knowing Jin hyung, he likes to go into parties late just so everyone catches a glimpse of him once he enters the doors.” Saying this left (Y/N) in giggles.

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(THIS IS SO BORING I KNOW OH GOGOGOG)

While Jimin took a shower, (Y/N) took her time to put on her makeup. If she was being honest, it was her first time applying makeup on but after watching a few tutorials, she was able to pull through the struggle amazingly. After applying matte lipstick, a pretty rosy oak colour, she took one good look at herself, softly smiling at her appearance. She ran a hand through her hair which was now curled.

She unplugged her phone from its charger, sliding the device in her purse before walking over to the dress that was laid out on her shared bed. It fitted their theme for tonight, just simple black. It was a pretty black midi dress that was designed to be seen as a long sleeve, an asymmetric dress that had ruched sides from the waist down. Simple but pretty, She thought before stripping off the clothes she was wearing and quickly slipped on the dress before Jimin or any of the other members could walk in.

Just after slipping on the dress, the washroom door opens. Jimin walked out of the steamy room, wrapping a towel around his neck, dabbing his face with it. Once he notices (Y/N), who was sitting on their bed, his lips curve into a small smile, “(Y/N).”

The small girl looked up, flicking her eyes over to Jimin, “Hey, Jimin.” She says, placing her hands on her lap, “How was your shower?” She asked, slightly cringing at herself as to why she would ask that. “Good,” He says, “To be honest, I thought I would be the first to get ready but here you are, looking like God’s gift from heaven.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched which led up to her lightly coughing, feeling all the oxygen in her body leave, “W-What did you just say?”

Jimin, clearly unfazed by her question, walked over to his dresser, grabbing his favourite cologne in hands, spritzing a bit on high points. (Y/N) watched Jimin, seeing that he wore a dark grey long sleeve under a black blazer along with black slacks. Jimin then quickly walked over to his closet, grabbing black dress shoes before walking over to their bed, taking a seat as he slipped them on. Seeing that he started to put his shoes on, (Y/N) slipped on her four-inch heels.

Once Jimin was done, he got up, “Shall we go?” He asked and (Y/N) nodded, “Y-Yeah, I’m ready.” She says as Jimin helped her out of the bed, (Y/N) slightly wobbling but she managed. She stood up in front of him as Jimin scanned her hair, to her face, and to her body that fits perfectly in her dress, “Damn, (Y/N),” He quietly groaned, his hand on her waist never leaving, “So fucking beautiful.” He says, leaning down and closer to her face. (Y/N) lightly gasped at how fast he leaned in, her lips parted slightly.

(Y/N) takes a shaky breath, replaying Jimin’s words over and over in her head. Although it’s only been a bit over a month since (Y/N) has known and lived with Bangtan, it only took her about a week since she has realized that she may caught feelings for the man in front of her. Although she was new to this, she couldn’t help but not deny these feelings.

Who was she kidding, she liked him. He was caring, bold, undeniably adorable and so much more to her. The way he challenges her and others through his words and actions to the way he truly showed how much he cared for her, she loved every single bit.

And with Jimin complimenting her like this, she couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees, not wanting to feel or look vulnerable in front of his eyes.

Jimin licked his lips, staring into her eyes and (Y/N) did the same, blushing deeply when their noses meet. “I want to remember you like this.” He whispered as (Y/N) let out a sigh, “Y-You don’t mean that…” She mumbled shyly, looking away with an awkward smile. Jimin clenched his jaw, his brows slightly furrowed as he brought her chin into his fingers, “What makes you think I don’t?”

Before (Y/N) could answer, their bedroom door opened. Jimin let out a sigh, giving (Y/N) a soft smile before gently letting go of her chin, his hand leaving her waist. (Y/N) gave out a shy smile before looking over at who came in, seeing Hoseok and Taehyung.

Hoseok was smirking whereas Taehyung had his mouth slightly gaped before closing his mouth. The two were both wearing something similar to Jimin’s. Taehyung had his silver hair slightly wavy, almost a messy look yet very fresh looking with his ears flickering every now and then under his headband. With Hoseok, his blonde hair middle-parted, revealing his glorious forehead. For a cyborg, he was handsome as hell.

But here they were, staring at (Y/N) and Jimin with shocked yet teasing expressions, “Ready to go?” Hoseok asked as (Y/N) nodded, “Yes, we are.” She says, looking at Jimin, who was only looking at her. Jimin nodded, “Yeah, let’s go.” He says as (Y/N) nodded, walking out the door with Hoseok.

Jimin watched (Y/N)’s figure as she walked out, sighing as he wished the two boys weren’t there to ruin the moment. Taehyung then walked up to him, a smirk already present on his face. “The tension in here is fucking intense. I feel it.” He says and Jimin hummed in annoyance, already knowing what was bound to happen with Taehyung’s constant teasing.

“Let’s go.” Is all Jimin says as Taehyung giggled, skipping out of the door with Jimin.

“Wow, (Y/N), you look absolutely beautiful.” Namjoon smiled at her as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Thank you.” She says with a smile as Jin agreed before looking at the rest of his members, “Aren’t I beautiful too, boys?” He asked as none of the answered. Jin scoffed, “What kind of children did I raise…” Jin muttered to himself as he motioned all of them to follow him.

“Our limousine is waiting out there for us,” Yoongi says as they all walk towards the front door.

(Y/N) had to admit, every one of the members looked incredibly handsome tonight, especially with the dark clothes that they wore that went well with their neatly styled hair.

The eight climbed into the vehicle as (Y/N) plopped down between Yoongi and Jimin. “Who’s party are we attending?” Jimin asked and Jin hummed, “GOT7’s.” He answers and (Y/N) tilted her head, “I’m sure you’ll meet them tonight, (Y/N).” Yoongi says, “They’re really good people.” Namjoon nodded, “Yes, they really are as we will be attending a business meeting as the rest of you are partying.” He chuckled.

“Business about what?” Jungkook asked, “We’re asking them if they’re willing to take part of (Y/N)’s big mission.”

(Y/N) felt her lips curve into a smile, “Really?” She asked and Hoseok nodded, “Yes, they already knew about your situation even before we met you.” Namjoon then looked at (Y/N), “Once I mentioned about the mission, they immediately accepted. They found you a very interesting person and they can’t wait to meet you tonight.”

“I wonder how Jackson and BamBam are going to react when they see (Y/N),” Taehyung says with a giggle. Jimin sighed, “Oh fuck, once Jackson’s eyes land on (Y/N),” Jungkook says and Jimin grumbled, “I mean, who wouldn’t though.” Taehyung says. Before Jimin could playfully glare at Taehyung, (Y/N) gasps quietly in awe, looking out the window.

The mansion’s exterior was absolutely beautiful. (Y/N) thought that there must be amazing views in each room. “Wow…” (Y/N) says in awe, “This home looks like it was built inspired by monuments.” She says, causing for the boys chuckle at her. There were fountains, gardens, and so much more.

The vehicle stopped right where the entrance was. Jimin got out quickly, having his hand out, reaching for (Y/N). She grabbed his hand, thanking him as she carefully got out of the care with Jimin’s help. Jimin gave her a soft look as they both walked up the front stairs.

There were two guards standing by the entrance as one of them held out their hands, “Invitations?” He asked as Namjoon nodded, handing him eight tickets as the guard looked at every one of them before handing it back to Namjoon, “Go right on ahead.” He says.

Namjoon led them as they all entered the GOT7 residence. Although the party had just started, there were many people already. However, inside was beautiful as it was outside. It amazed her as the foyer was lit brightly with the gigantic diamond chandelier that was centred between the two grand staircases. The room across the foyer was slightly dimmed, lights flashing like some sort of sophisticated club along with an open bar.

“A dance floor?” Jungkook asked excitedly as Taehyung jumped, “Alcohol! Let’s go Kookie!” And with that, the two young boys left the group, leaving the rest chuckling with their behaviour. “Well, Jin and Yoongi hyung and I will be attending the business meeting now. Go on and fun you guys.” Namjoon says with a smile, mainly looking at (Y/N). “Make some friends, okay, (Y/N)?” Jin says as they walk away.

Hoseok chuckled before placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder, “I’ll be in the billiard room, Minhyuk and Jooheon are meeting me there. Let loose guys~!” And with that, Hoseok left without giving (Y/N) a chance to talk. (Y/N) smiled sheepishly, looking around as she spotted Jimin, who was simply smirking at her. “Wanna have a drink?” He asked as (Y/N) hesitated before nodding, “S-Sure!” Although (Y/N) hasn’t tasted alcohol once in her life, she was excited to taste her first drink, especially by sharing the moment with Jimin

Walking into the dance room, there were many men and women either talking, dancing, drinking, or doing all three. (Y/N) watched with curiosity, watching a group of women take down shots like a piece of cake, it truly amazed her. The two made their way to the bar as Jimin swiftly asked for to drinks from the bartender before turning to (Y/N).

Although the lights in the room we pretty dim, Jimin could see every one of (Y/N)’s features as clearly as he could in the daylight. He noticed the way that some parts of her hair seemed to shine in the soft illumination from the bar light as he observed with interest, a quickening feeling sensation in his chest at the way she smiled so brightly and sweetly that the corners of his own lips automatically curve upward at the sight of her dimples.

“You’re beautiful,” He blurted out. (Y/N) blinked several times as she lightly gasped for air, shocked at his words once again. She cleared her throat, “T-Thank you.” She says the bartender finally materializes their drink.

Jimin hands her the shot of whiskey as he had a shot of his own. “This is your first time tasting alcohol, right?” He asked as (Y/N) nodded excitedly, “Yeah, it is. Will it taste bad?” She asked and Jimin chuckled, “That’s for you to judge.” He says before clinking his glass with hers, “To your first shot.” He says before connecting the glass shot to his lips, quickly downing the shot within seconds.

(Y/N) watched him, tilting the glass over her lips, drinking it until the last drop. She set the small glass on the counter rather roughly as Jimin watched her every move at her expression. He laughed at (Y/N)’s disgusted expression, “How was it?” He asked, a few laughs coming out every now and then. (Y/N) let out little grumbles before weakly smiling at him, “I-I-It… Was okay… Kinda worse than I thought to be honest.” She sighed as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Suddenly, the DJ at the front of the room started to spin to another tune, slower this time than the other upbeat songs. He taps on the mic, “Let’s take this slow.” He says as most people started to pair up, dancing slowly to the music, “This is all for the lovebirds. Enjoy everyone~”

(Y/N) watched everyone sway softly to the music, pretty surprised at how fast everyone transitioned to the music. She then turned to Jimin who was looking quite uncertain as he leaned closer, looking as if he wasn’t sure about something.

“Hey.” He mumbled, “Hey…?” She says but sounding more like a question, a bit uncertain with Jimin’s expression. She stepped back but he moves closer.

“(Y/N)… Dance with me,” He says with an unreadable expression on his face.

She stared at him dumbfoundedly, fiddling with her fingers, “Dance? I-I’ve never danced before so I’m not really good at this sort of thing…” She says, clearly embarrassed. Jimin shook his head, “Well, that’s not stopping me from wanting to dance with you still.” He says, making a bold move as he held her hand softly.

“And besides, I used to dance when I was younger,” He says, looking away embarrassingly before looking back at her, “I can teach you.” He says. (Y/N) was in awe, “Really? You mean it? You really want to dance with me?” She asked and he nodded his head eagerly yet smoothly, “Yeah.” He says softly before dragging her to the dance floor, his hand still holding hers.

The two navigate their way through the dancing people until Jimin found an empty spot.

Jimin slowly closes the remaining distance between them, placing his hands on her hips, (Y/N) lightly twitching at the contact. “Now, you put your arms around my neck.” He instructed, smiling warmly as she does exactly what he says. Once she placed warms around his neck, he inhaled deeply at the contact. However, this only made Jimin move closer, pressing his body against hers as they sway to the slow and steady rhythm. (Y/N) couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he stared into her eyes.

(Y/N) was mesmerized just from his eyes alone as he beckoned her to stay with him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, truly an affectionate gesture that (Y/N) wished to capture forever.

(Y/N) held in a breath as Jimin suddenly buries his nose in the crook of her neck, causing for (Y/N) lose her breath once more at the contact. Noticing that she wasn’t doing much, she placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly as she laid her head on his, her cheek meeting contact with his.

“J-Jimin,” She breathes, almost sounding like a mixture of a moan and a whimper. “(Y/N),” Jimin murmured, inhaling her aroma, peaches and chocolate.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Jimin says truthfully. (Y/N) didn’t, not knowing that Jimin was lost with her and did not ever want to get out of the beautiful madness. (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement, “And you have no idea how you make me feel…” She mumbled.

If (Y/N) was being honest, the only thing holding her back was about her whole situation, from Mr Han to Banjo, the lab to the big mission. Although (Y/N) was going to try her best, as well with the other members, she couldn’t help but have that one thought, thinking that this plan wasn’t going to work. And once this mission happens, she wouldn’t know if she would make it out with Bangtan or with Mr Han in the end.

Sensing that (Y/N) was being overwhelmed with emotions, Jimin slides his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he pressed his forehead against hers once more. “Hey,” He says in a soft tone, “It’ll be okay, we’ll make sure that everything will go alright, and I’ll be damn sure that they do. And believe me when I say this, but I will pay for what he did to you and your mother.” He promised.

“I-I know,” She sighed, “And I will make sure your first is the last thing Banjo sees.” She says and Jimin chuckled at slightly dark humour.

And I’ll make sure that you’ll be standing by my side, no matter what.

WELL DAMN. so much tension in this, i rlly dont know it just kinda came out & i rlly felt like i had to be rlly descriptive about their feelings more so ye, here it is, i hoped yall enjoyed it although it was pretty boring omg i was cringing but itll all be worth in the end

and what i mean by worth it in the end, i mean like uuuuuuh there are some um foreshadow (?) or like hints for future chapters ?!?!

okay im done, LOL its 3 in the morning, i was playing superstar bts all day rather than typing this up omg

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jejublr · 7 years

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Vocal Unit Hybrid AU

A/N: Ok so this one’s some short bursts of headcannons on how Seventeen’s vocal unit would be if they’re hybrid imo. Shoutout to the Anon who asked for the hybrid au! I’ve been thinking about this AU for a while, too. If you want a fic/buletpoint fic for this, please let me know! Also I didn’t do it for a specific member like the usual fic bc you didn’t give me any specification so ^^ I just want to hear what you guys think before writing a fic for this. Man, I love me some hybrid AUs. I hope you all enjoy!

Jeonghan

You know that bougie ass cat with the long white coat and whose food is probably more expensive than your week’s worth of groceries?

Yeah that’s Jeonghan

Is so picky with which shampoo he uses oml

Knows he’s pretty

Reeeeaaaaaallllyyyyy loves it when you brush his hair with that special cat brush (cat people, y’all know which brush I’m talking about)

99% just naps around tbh, especially on that spot near the window with the most sunlight

Likes to push your stuff off the table out of spite

“Don’t you dare, Jeonghan. Don’t you dare.”

You can see the ‘f*** you’ in his eyes before he pushed your things off the table

Will distract you from what you’re initially doing just to get a good rub

He’s that hybrid that looked really nice and angelic at first but you know that s*** is just an act lmao

But he loves your attention alright

Like, if you seem very too infested or intimate with other hybrids, he’d get pretty jealous

Proceeds to give you a haughty look and a silent treatment that could last for days

And it’s the cutest thing tbh, it’s so easy to rile him up

But ofc you do it in moderation bc man, can he hold a grudge

But despite all that, he’s pretty receptive and would immediately know when you’re feeling upset

The type who wouldn’t say anything but hold you close as you cry into his shirt

Is a really loving hybrid despite his attitude

Joshua

Joshua is a cat hybrid, just like Jeonghan

But unlike Jeonghan, he’s an actual angel

Joshua is a domestic cat hybrid, of a tortoisehell cat

Likes to watch you as he sits on the counter as you fret around the house

He also likes to steal you food (playfully, anyway) whenever you’re not looking

Loves waking you up by carding his fingers through your hair and saying good morning in this really soft tone

Omg imagine waking up to Joshua

You like to think the sweet way he always wakes you up is because he’s so restless during the night

The times you share air bed with him, he either steals all the cover or pushes you off the bed

Loves to take up space on the bed, too

But it’s all well bc he always apologize by making you breakfast the next morning

Loves to sidle up next to you as you read or do your work and just watch you do your thing

Loves to take you by surprise when he plant tiny pecks on your face when you least expect it

Refuses to let you wash the dishes after you cook for the both of you

Really loves quiet Sunday mornings when you don’t need to go to work and just lay in bed all day

The day you introduce him to anime was the day his life began oml

Couldn't stop watching One Piece lmao

A habit he inherited from his cat DNA was he loves to lay on the living room carpet and take a nap as the shine shone through it

Also goes bats*** crazy when you tried aa catnip room fragrance lmao

He couldn’t stop purring through out the day

Woozi

smol but spicy

WOOZI IS AN OTTER HYBRID

Has tiny brown ears that would sometimes be hidden underneath his hair

While his eyes are clear and beautiful, it always seem to judge and calculate your every move lmao

His nose twitches if he finds a smell particularly strong

He sneezed once and you swear it was the death of you

His tail is pretty long and super strong

Would wag upwards and downwards annoyedly if you tease him lol

Loves to sleep and play music with the guitar you bought him for his birthday

But his favorite activity with you is going out for a swim swim

Otter!Jihoon loves to swim

Especially if it’s a lake

You try to take him out to the nearest lake, which is hundreds of miles away, as often as you could

It has become a monthly routine for you now

Looks really grateful as he swims about near the water’s edges while he chases minnows around

You don’t mind the long drives back and forth between the city and the lake town because Woozi seems the happiest in his element

The calmest you’ve seen him is when he’s asleep or when he’s eating lmao

Speaking of food, however small he is compared to most hybrids, Woozi seemed to have an endless appetite

You went and bought him a burger set one day and now he’s totally hooked

But you couldn't help but submit to his wishes because overtime you buy him one, he would have the cutest smile on his face and his dimples would appear ugh

He totally knows you think he’s cute and he’s totally using it to his advantage

Ok don’t be weirded out but I can’t help imagining Seokmin as a horse hybrid

I JUST GOT REMINDED OF THAT HORSE BOYFRIEND OTOME GAME OMG HAHAHAH

Ok but horse hybrids don’t have a tail so their only distinctive feature is their horse ears

And they neighs sometimes

Which in DK’s case is whenever he laughs hard

Which is often because he loves to laugh

So you can say he neighs often?? Is that weird???

I love confusing myself

Another distinct horse thing he got was that he loves going on a run

He runs every morning seven days a week

Used to beg and drags you to run with him but gave up after seeing that you wouldn’t even budge lmao

Can and will finish an entire week’s worth of food after his runs if you don’t control him

Definitely more independent than some types of hybrids but he still loves his hugs

Loves giving you piggyback (or can you call it horseback?) rides around the apartment

Your apartment is always full of laughter with DK around

It doesn’t matter if you’re on the more quite and introverted side of the spectrum, he will make you sing during the weekly karaoke nights in your apartment

Loves singing off-key, which leads to more laughter

Which means more neighs

Seungkwan

Seungkwan is a parrot hybrid

Oh gosh, sometimes you wonder how Seungkwan caught your eyes in the first place

But then he’d smile and it would in turn make you smile, too and then you remember

Parrot!Seungkwan sometimes doesn’t seem to shut up but it’s impossible for you to get mad at him bc you know he just wanna see you happy

Loves to dance funnily to the music you play on the speaker lol

One day you figured to bring him to a karaoke place to actually use his endless energy for a purpose

And oh my god??? You were blown away

You always ask him to sing everyday now

Which he doesn’t mind complying to

And now he can’t stop singing lmao

Bird hybrids are particularly unique bc they have wings

Seungkwan’s wings are really beautiful

They’re pristin(e) ayee white with yellow coloring its tips

It makes him look even more like the angel he is

Also, Seungkwan’s hair tips seems to be yellow like his wings, too

Loves to sing off-key to wake you up and although you always wake up annoyed, you wouldn’t have it other way

Loves validation and literally loves it when you shower him with praise

Despite being really rumbuctious and full of humor most of the times, he’s pretty sensitive to your mood changes

Likes to cover you with his wing as you lean on his side when you’re feeling upset and it would feel like a little save haven shared only between you and him

#I'm sorry if this is so..weird omg #I TRIED #I TRIEEEDDD #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen hybrid #seventeen au #hybrid au #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #dk scenarios #seungkwan scenarios

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iheartmyyoutubers · 7 years

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Crossing Ponds- Conor Maynard Imagine (Part 1)

Word Count: 1,493

Request: imagine with conor about you meeting him in LA when he's like 19 but then he goes back to London and then you meet again when he's 24 and oml i need a well written reconnecting story😭😭

Author’s Note: I loved this prompt and the idea I had for it so much I had to split it into two parts! The reunion and time jump will be in part 2.

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It started out like any other event you worked at. Loud music, over the top decorations, and serving drinks to high profile guests and celebrities that acted like you were invisible. You never really got star struck, which is probably why the promoters always asked you to come back. It wasn't the best job, but it definitely wasn't the worst. Plus the tips were pretty good and college wasn’t going to pay for itself.

This week you were asked to work a music release pool party. You had never heard of the artist that it was being thrown for and you didn’t really care. It probably was just another rapper or bratty pop star. All you had to do as your bosses like to say, “Just stand, serve, look pretty, and smile.” A basic Hollywood phrase.

The party was in full swing, the venue was full of people waiting for the guest of honor to perform. Who apparently was nowhere to be found.

You walked over to the bar with your tray and loaded cocktails onto it.

“Oh my gosh it’s a zoo out there! So many people.” your friend, Melissa shouted as she came over to grab more drinks.

“I don’t see why. I’ve never even heard of this guy. Is he even that popular?”

*Wham*

A tray slammed down on the bar, making you jump. When you looked to see new hire, Heather stood beside you. “Are you kidding? Conor Maynard is amazing! Have you seen his covers on YouTube? NeYo is his freaking mentor! Not to mention he is so hot.” She rambled on.

“I guess I live under a rock. Anyway, I have to get back to work because unlike Carter Martin, I need to earn money for school.” You grabbed your tray and walked into the crowd, rolling your eyes.

“Excuse me Miss I need a refill over here!” You turned to see an older gentleman in a Gucci tailored suit, waving you over. “I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes, I guess one of your waitress friends doesn’t understand the concept of customer service.” You sensed a condescending tone in his voice.

The urge to say a snide comment back was overwhelming, but you stopped yourself. Simply responding with, “I’m so sorry sir. I’ll get that for you right away. She’s new, I take full responsibility for her mistake.”

“Yeah yeah whatever sweetheart.” He handed you his glass and brushed you off.

Douche

You hustled back to the bar with every intention to scream at Heather, but she wasn’t around.

“Hey Thomas have you seen Heather?” you asked in frustration.

“I don’t know. I think she went on break,” he shrugged.

You scanned the courtyard looking for her. After a few minutes she finally emerged, entering through the gate by the pool. Quickly, you rushed over in her direction. In attempt to cut her off, you were pushed off balance by one of the guests, causing you to fall into pool.

Frantically moving your arms, you swam to the top and gasped for air. The people surrounding the pool, either had a concerned expression on their face or were laughing.You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed or wanted to burst into tears. All you knew was you wanted to get out of there and fast.

When you reached the edge, you struggled to lift yourself out of the water.

“Hey you look like you could use a hand.” You heard a soft voice with an English accent above you, looking up to see a guy with his hand stretched out. “C’mon I don’t bite.” He insisted.

You took his hand and he helped hoist you up. Once you were able to stand up you kicked off your heels, to eliminate any possibility of falling the rest of the night. You were humiliated and soaked.

As you turned to walk to the ladies room, you felt someone grab your arm. It was the guy who helped you out of the pool. He stood holding a towel with a smile on his face.

“Here. I figured you might want to dry off.”

His eyes were genuine, he handed you the towel. You shied away a bit with a smirk as you accepted it. “Thanks.”

He grinned, “No prob.”

“(Y/N)! What do you think you’re doing? Get cleaned up and get back to work!” your boss yelled, rudely interrupting the brunette boy.

“I’m sorry Greg!” you shouted back. “Thank you for helping me and for the towel, but I really have to get back to work.”

“Hold on,” he replied, grabbing your hand.

You weren’t sure what he was doing. He turned, still holding your hand and walked over to your boss.

“Hey Greg, the lady fell in the pool. She seems like a hard worker, I think (Y/N) deserves to take the night off huh?”

You’ve never seen Greg’s eyes so wide and filled with shock. “Yes, ye..yes of course Mr. Maynard.” he stuttered, backing away. “Have a good night. My apologies.”

Then it hit you. “Wait a minute, you’re Conor Maynard. This is your event isn’t it?”

“Guilty as charged.” He laughed.

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. Plus he was kind of a jerk. You’re sopping wet and all he was worried about was you going back to serving drinks.”

You shrugged, “Well it is my job.”

“True, but I’m sure there’s a lot more to you than your job.” He took a seat on one of the lawn chairs.

“You actually want to hear about me and my life? I find that hard to believe.” you chuckled, looking down at the ground. “Shouldn’t you be performing anyway?”

“Ah well I got time.”

You had to admit he was charming and persistent. You glanced over and he patted the seat for you to sit down beside him.

Over the next hour, you two talked about just about everything. Normally you didn’t open up to people you weren’t close with, but there was something about Conor. He was genuine and down to earth. Unlike any other celebrity you’ve encountered in the past. He told you about his passion for music and how he started making videos on YouTube. You told him about how for most of your life you’ve been pretty independent and your dreams of traveling abroad.”

“If money were no object and you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” he asked.

“Ugh! That’s a hard question, but probably London.”

“You’re not just saying that because I’m British, are you?”

“No!” you gave him a playful nudge. “I’ve always dreamed of going. Whether it be studying abroad or just a visit.”

“I have no doubt you’ll get to go one day. With how determined and hardworking you are, it will happen.” he smiled.

You smiled back, blushing like an idiot. “Thanks that means a lot.” Suddenly you felt a shiver down your spine and spread across your body.

“That towel probably isn’t the warmest anymore now that it’s wet. You must be freezing. Here.” He took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders.

Your eyes met his blue ones. The time you spent talking out on the lawn, made it feel like there wasn’t a loud party going on. In those moments it was quiet, just the two of you talking about your hopes and dreams. Like a pair of old friends.

You noticed his face inch closer to yours, you both closed your eyes, he was going to kiss you. Just as you were about let him lean into your lips you heard, “Conor! There you are man! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. They need you on stage.”

“Thanks a lot Anth. I’ll be right there.” he glared at him, gritting his teeth. His eyes softened at you. “I’m sorry. I…”

“Conor it’s okay.” cutting him off. “I should be going too. It’s getting late. Have fun performing, maybe I’ll see you again someday.” you sighed, heading towards the gate.

“Yeah in London!” Conor shouted.

You laughed to yourself, “Okay! Wait! Conor your jacket!”

He stopped in his tracks for moment before being led inside, “Keep it!”

You smiled, embracing yourself in his jacket as you walked to your car. Did that really just happen?

On your drive home, you tried to wrap your head around the night’s events. It started out like any other event you worked at. Except for the fact that you fell into a pool, embarrassed yourself in front of hundreds of people, and almost got fired. You also met a guy who took the time to get to know you. You weren’t invisible anymore.

But you had to wonder... would you ever get to see him again? You had no way to contact or get in touch with him. Had tonight all been for nothing? Only time will tell.

#conor maynard #conor maynard imagine #buttercream imagine #imagine #buttercream boy #buttercreams #buttercream squad imagine #youtuber #youtube

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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It Wasn’t a Mistake

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5487

Warnings: sin, fluff, angst?, blood

Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Ever since that incident on the beach, Mitch has been trying to find a place to track and train the men that had killed his fiancee. He searched newspapers for weeks to find a place on sale, until one ad stuck out to him. Roommate needed. Mitch thought that it wasn’t a good idea if another person knows what I plan to do, but what other choice does he have? He dials the number into his phone, holding it to his ear.

“Hello?” A feminine voice comes through the phone.

“Um hello. Are you the person with the ad in the paper about a roommate?” Mitch asks, getting slightly nervous that it’s a woman.

“Oh! Yes! Are you interested?” Y/N asked excitedly. She get’s up from her couch, going into her office grabbing a pen and paper.

“Yeah. I really need a place to stay for work. You wouldn’t mind would you?” Mitch runs his hand through his air as he hears silence on the other side of the line for a few seconds.

“N-No that’s fine, but will you be helping with the rent?” Y/N sighs loudly, biting her lip as she doodle on the paper she has.

“Of course. What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t help.” Mitch replies nonchalantly, “Can I come see the place now?” She looks around her apartment seeing it slightly cleaner than it usually is.

“Um, yeah. The address is 534 Smith Street, Apartment 3.” Y/N tells the man. Mitch thanks her and before she says anything, he hangs up.

Y/N’s POV

I clean up the apartment a little bit before that guy gets here. I’ve never actually had a male roommate before and I’m super nervous. My hands shake slightly and I jump when I hear a knock at the door. I fix my hair slightly heading over to open the door, I look up seeing a man standing in front of me and my lips part slightly. Oh no. This guy is really fucking sexy.

“H-Hi. Are you the guy that called me?” I ask, nervousness flowing through my voice.

“Yeah. My name’s Mitch, Mitch Rapp.” He holds out his hand towards me and I stare at it for a minute, before shaking his hand.

“Hello Mitch. I’m Y/N L/N. Come in.” I invite him in and he walks around, looking out the windows. “D-Does everything look okay to you?” I ask, picking at my fingers.

“Yeah. Would this be my room?” He points to a door and I nod shyly. He nods his head, looking inside before walking over to me. “Do I need to sign a piece of paper?”

“Yes! I have it right here.” I hand him a document as he reads it over carefully before signing it, handing it back to me. I give him a big grin, “I really want to thank you, Mitch. I’ve been looking for a roommate for months. I don’t even care what you need to do for work, I just need help with the rent. I-I was almost evicted a-and I don’t have anywhere else to go since I was fired. J-Just, thank you.” I give him a small hug and I feel him stiffen.

“I-It’s not a problem. I need to go get my stuff out of my car.” He leaves the apartment and I let out a breathe. I head into the kitchen, filling up a glass of water before chugging it. Fucking hell. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never seen a man as gorgeous as this guy. Chocolate brown hair that I absolutely want to run my fingers through, whiskey colored orbs that hold a certain mystery that intrigues me, he’s got almost a full beard around those beautiful pink lips that look so soft. God, I so want to fuck him, I groan at my thought and jump out of my skin when I hear Mitch’s voice.

“Are you okay?” Mitch asks as he places a punching bag onto the floor.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” My eyes move to the punching bag, “Do you box?” I ask, leaning against the counter.

“Not exactly. I use it to work out my arms.” He smiles and I melt on the inside. “Well, I need to go set up my stuff,” He takes out his wallet handing me a twenty dollar bill, “If you want to get us some chinese takeout that’d be great.” I take the money from his hands, feeling a small spark when our fingers brush lightly, I look up at him and our eyes connect. His eyes look over my face, making my cheeks turn a pinkish color.

“I-I should go get dinner, um, are you okay with anything?” I ask, feeling flustered.

“Yeah. I like anything.” He begins to walk into his room as I’m about to head out when he abruptly turns around, “Oh! Also, be careful. There’s some bad people out in the world.” I stare at him in confusion and I nod my head, heading downtown to the local chinese restaurant.

Mitch’s POV

“What the fuck are you thinking Mitch? Your fiancee was killed about two months ago and you’re checking out a girl you just met.” I sigh setting up the punching bag in the living room. I change my jeans, putting on basketball shorts, swiftly taking my shirt off, then I put on my punching gloves before throwing a few punches at the bag. I let out my frustration and anger, throwing harder punches as images of those men on the beach enter my mind.

Y/N’s POV

I walk into my building with dinner as I’m walking down the hall towards my apartment door. Once I’m standing outside the door I hear grunts and chains rustling, my eyebrows sinch in confusion as I unlock my door, walking inside. I turn the corner into the living room and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Holy fuck Mitch. You’re making this really hard for me not to jump on you. I stand there watching him throw punches at the bag, his muscles on his arms flexing with each thrust. My eyes rake down his torso, taking in the sight of his wonderful sculpted body.

“M-Mitch?” I call out and he looks over at me, his punching stalled as we get lost in each others eyes once again. The bag moves towards him, hits him in the face and he groans, stopping the punching bag from moving.

“H-Hey Y/N.” Mitch stutters.

“Are you okay?” I chuckle at his stutter, placing the takeout bag onto the table, walking towards him. I rub my delicate fingers over the spot and his hand grabs onto my wrist, moving my hand back by my side.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replies bluntly, walking into his room, closing the door behind him.

My heart drops and my heart starts rapidly beating against my rib cage. I look down at my hands to see them shaking violently, placing one of them to my chest as I start having trouble breathing. I let out heavy breaths as I start to lose balance, taking out a glass vase as it shatters on the hardwood floor. My back slides down the wall as I try to level out my breathing, not succeeding.

“M-Mi-Mitch?!” Tears start to stream down my cheeks, clutching my chest in pain. “MI-MITCH?!” I manage to yell out. I see Mitch come out of the room, his eyes looking at the broken glass next to me, then to me. He runs over to me placing both his hands on my cheeks.

“Y/N what’s happening?” He asks me in slight panic.

“P-Pa-Panic A-Attack.” I manage to spit out, feeling something glide down my arm. I look at my arm seeing a huge piece of glass embedded in my arm and start to panic even more.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me.” Mitch moves my face towards his and my eyes look into his. “You need to breathe through your nose and out your mouth.” I try to do what he told me, but it’s not exactly working and I start panicking even more than I was.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” I stutter, breathing heavily as I feel the rough skin of his thumb rub my cheekbones.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong, but I really need you to try and breathe for me okay?” He cooed, kneeling in between my legs.

“Y-You d-di-didn’t s-seem t-to li-like it w-when I-I to-touched yo-your fa-face.” I gasp for breathe and his eyes soften slightly.

“You’re okay, okay?” He whispers as his face gets closer to mine, “I need you to hold your breathe alright?” I nod my head. I close my eyes and as I’m about to hold my breath I feel a pair of lips on mine. My breath gets caught in my throat as my eyes widen seeing Mitch in front of me with his eyes closed. My eyes flutter shut as I was just getting used when he had pulled away. I stare at him in awe as he backed away from me slightly. “I need to get that glass out of your arm.” Mitch mentions, getting up, heading towards the kitchen to get a damp wash cloth. He came back into the living room and crouched next to me again. He looked up at me with pain in his beautiful auburn eyes. “This is going to hurt.” I nod my head, biting my lip as I close my eyes, waiting for the pain to come. He pulls the glass out of my arm and I scream in pain, gripping onto Mitch’s bicep. He places the washcloth on the gash, applying pressure as his lips are pressed against the shell of my ear.

“Thanks Mitch.” I whisper looking up at him, finding him already looking at me.

“God, I don’t know what it is about you, but I couldn't stop thinking about you the moment I laid eyes on you.” He whispers, his eyes trained on my lips.

“It so happens that I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, Mitch.” Our faces gravitate closer, our lips brushing softly. “Especially after seeing those nice muscles you’ve got.” My hand trails up his arm, my fingers trailing over his bicep, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip before smashing his lips against mine. His hands move to my hips as he pushes me back against the wall, my fingers trailing through his hair, gripping onto it for dear life. A gasp escapes my lips as he lifts me up, his hands pressed against my ass. He leaves wet kisses down my jawline and onto my neck. A moan slips past my lips, leaning my head to the side to give him more access to my skin. I tug at his hair as I feel his lips glide across my neck, sucking on the skin below my earlobe. “O-Oh fuck, Mitch.” I moan out as he sets me back onto my feet. His fingers tangle with the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head, throwing it across the room. Mitch’s eyes drop to my chest, his fingers softly brushing the top of my breast before pulling down both my bra straps. I reach behind me, unclipping my bra, pulling it off me and throws it towards my shirt. His eyes darken with lust as he grips one of my tits, his thumb running over my hardened nubs. I take my bottom lip in between my teeth, pulling his shirt off roughly throwing it to the floor, running my hands over his defined muscles, wetness pooling in my panties. I take his hand dragging him over to the couch, pushing him onto the it, getting on my knees in front of him. He takes the hint and shimmies off his basketball shorts along with his boxers, his hardened length slapping against his stomach.

“Suck my cock, baby.” He grips his member, stroking it slowly.

I scoot in between his legs, taking his dick into my hand, stroking it as I run my tongue around the tip of it. He grunts, bucking his hips up slightly, his hands moving hair out of my face as I take his cock into my mouth. I bob my head on his length, hearing moans escaping his pink lips, leaning his head back. I look up at him before taking him deeper into my throat, gagging slightly. His grip on my hair tightens as he starts to bob my head for me. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good on my cock.” He mewls looking down at me before pulling me off his cock. He lifts me up, laying my back against my coffee table, roughly pulling my leggings and panties off. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” He spreads my legs, pushing my thighs back towards my chest before licking up my slit. I gasp, gripping the edges of the coffee table, arching my back up.

“F-Fuck, Mitch.” I squeal, one of my hands gripping his hair. I look down at him, seeing him looking up at me through his lashes, his tongue burrowing into my pussy, moaning loudly at the sight. He starts thrusting his tongue in and out of me as his thumb presses roughly against my clit. I buck my hips up against his face and he grips my hips, holding me down against the coffee table, furiously devouring my cunt. I writhe underneath him as his tongue moves through my folds to my clit, sucking on it intensely. “M-Mitch, I need you.” I moan, pulling him off my pussy, kissing his lips furiously. His hands slide up to my neck, his tongue making his way into my mouth. I moan into his lips, tasting myself on his tongue. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he stroked his hardened length through my folds a few times.

“Fuck, baby. You're so tight.” He thrusts his cock into my pussy, groaning. My grip goes back to the edges of the coffee table as Mitch thrusts his hips roughly against my ass. His name slips past my lips as my eyes flutter shut, one of my hands pinching my nipples. He thrusts his length deeper within me, hitting spots no one’s ever reached before.

“Y-Yes, Mitch! R-Right there baby.” I moan. My name emerges from his lips as he holds my hips down, pounding my pussy faster. I feel my lower stomach start to tighten, my limbs beginning to feel weak as Mitch hits my sweet spot over and over again. “I-I'm gonna cum.” Moans spilling from my lips, hearing a growl come from his lips.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my big cock.” He growls, thrusting harder, his lanky fingers pinching my bundle of nerves. I gasp for breath as my abdomen tightens, my back arching, gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my toes curling inward as my walls clench on his cock, cumming harder than I ever have. Mitch grunts as he thrusts hard, his release approaching quickly. He removes his length from my pussy as I get onto my knees, taking him into my mouth, bobbing my head on his cock while my hand massages his balls. “F-Fuck, Y/N. I-I'm cumming!” His fingers tangle in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, his member twitching as he cums down my throat.

*A few days later*

Mitch hasn't looked or even acknowledged me ever since our intimate encounter to the point where I've beginning to feel self conscious. Did he not enjoy it as much as I thought he did? Does he regret what happened? My nervousness have gotten to the point where it's starting to eat me alive. I haven't been able to sleep, eat, and I can't even think straight. Mitch has barely left his room since that night and I can never muster up enough courage to knock on his door and ask what I did wrong.

I've been coming home late the past few days, going to the bar to drink away the pain. I stumbled into the apartment, accidentally slamming the door shut. I shush the door, giggling in the process as I try to take my heels off, almost face planting the floor.

“Need help?” A deep voice asks making me turn around seeing Mitch, in nothing but shorts.

“Oh, s-so now you talk to me. Well, no, I don't need your help.” I scold, stumbling, falling onto the couch. He sighs, squatting in front of me, his delicate fingers brushing my ankle as he unstraps my heel, taking it off before doing the same to my other shoe.

“What's gotten into you lately? You're never out this late, let alone drunk off your ass.” He asks.

“Oh what's gotten into me? What the fuck’s gotten into you, Mitch? You're the reason I’ve been going out late and getting drunk, so I don't have to deal with the pain you’ve caused me.” I spat angrily tears spilling over my eyelids. “Did you ever take into consideration on how I felt after you ignored my existence after you fucked me into oblivion? How much I felt used by the one guy who I thought was different? Huh?” I yell angrily as a sob escapes my throat. I clamp a hand over my mouth as I notice his eyes soften slightly.

“I-I didn't mean to hurt you. What we did, was a mistake.” He gets up, heading into his room before closing the door.

Another sob leaves my lips, the pain in my chest increasing. “I-It was a mistake?” I whisper sadly to myself.

Mitch’s POV

I listen to her sobs through the door and it breaks my heart. What we did never should've happened, right? Katrina died just a few months ago and I've already slept with another woman. Y/N’s different though. I don't know what it is about her, but she can easily make me weak in the knees. Even if I wanted this to go somewhere, I couldn't put her in harm's way. Me going after my fiancées killers could put Y/N in danger and if she gets hurt or worse, killed, I'd never be able to live that down. My ears perked up as her sobs have died down, opening my door, seeing her asleep on the couch, makeup running down her face. I grab a blanket, draping it over her shivering body as I write a note on a piece of paper;

Y/n,

I’m really sorry of the circumstances we’ve been put in. I truly didn't mean for anything to happen. I want you to know that it wasn't a mistake, it was probably one of the best nights of my life ever since my fiancé had died. If you're reading this it means I'm already gone and I don't know if I'm coming back. Please don't search for me. I don't want you to get hurt in anyway, even though I've already broken your heart. If you were to physically get hurt because of my doing, I'd never be able to live that down. I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Mitch

I place the note on the coffee table as I grab my suitcase, leaving the apartment, looking back at Y/N’s sleeping figure once more before I disappear into the night.

Y/N’s POV

My eyes flutter open, the sun shining through the blinds as I look around the room. God, my head hurts. I sniffle slightly, noticing a piece of paper on the table in front of me. As I began to read the letter, my eyes fill up with tears to the point where everything was blurry. I get up quickly, running into Mitch’s room, seeing it empty. No, no.

“MITCH?” I scream, my heart pounding against my chest. I search every room of the apartment, not finding him anywhere. I slide down the hallway wall, trying to swallow the lump inching up my throat, my hand running through my knotted hair. I check my phone looking at the time. 3:38 p.m. A knock on my apartment door brings me out of my thoughts and I sprint towards it opening it quickly.

“Mitc-Who are you?” I ask, my eyebrows furrow together in confusion, a bearded muscular man stands in front of me.

“Are you Y/N? Mitch’s roommate, right?” He asks, nonchalantly.

“Y-Yeah, and you are?” I say, getting slightly nervous.

“You don't need to worry about who I am.” An evil smile appears on his lips, feeling a blunt object connect with the side of my head, falling to the floor before blacking out.

3rd Person POV

The bearded man carried Y/N over his shoulder as he put her in the trunk of his vehicle. He drove back to the warehouse, bringing her inside, tying her to a chair, tape covering her mouth. Mitch hadn't been so clean trying to take out the men who had murdered his fiancé. The leader had found out who killed his men, tracking Mitch down to where he lived, mustering up a plan to get his attention once seeing that he had lived with a woman, Y/N. Mitch had gone back to the apartment once he gotten back into the states. Opening the door to the apartment, he noticed his note a few feet away from the door. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked across the living room of the apartment. He was about to call out Y/N’s name when his phone rang.

“Hello?” Mitch asks, a deep voice answering him.

“Hello, Mitch. Back in the states are we?” Mansur asks, pacing in front of Y/N, the bearded man close by with a pistol in his hand.

“Who's this?”

“You don't know? I figured that my men you killed would've told you.”

“Masur.” Mitch growls, “How'd you get this number?”

“Ah, yes. Your little friend, Y/N has provided it to me.” Mansur smirks, looking down at the battered Y/N, who's looking at him in fear.

“Y/N? What've you done with her?” Mitch yells angrily as he leaves the apartment building, getting into his car, immediately starting to track Y/N’s phone that’s inside her bra.

“Nothing, yet. We might have a little fun with her first, then maybe kill her. Who knows what'll happen.” Y/N’s eyes widen at the word kill and she starts struggling in her chair before a barrel of a gun is placed against her head, stalling her movements. Masur turns to the girl, pulling the cloth out of her mouth, “Wanna say hi?” He puts the phone to her ear.

“M-Mitch?” Y/N stutters, her eyes trained on the man in front of her. “H-Help me ple-” Masur pulls the phone away, hanging up. Mitch gets a hit on her phone, knowing exactly where they are. Mitch taps his fingers against the steering wheel, going as fast as he can, worried that Y/N could be dead. Masur nods to his right hand man as he walks in his office. The bearded man moves in front of her, his gun still aiming at her, her whole body shakes as she prays Mitch gets to her in time. Just as the guy was about to pull the trigger, another shot went off, making Y/N jump, seeing the man in front of fall to the floor, blood pooling around his head. Y/N gasps out, looking to her left, seeing the man she fell in love with in such a short time.

“Mitch.” Y/N whispers as he runs over to her, placing both hands on her cheeks.

“Oh thank god. Are you okay? Any injuries?” Mitch frantically asks, looking over her face, untying her hands and feet. Y/N stands up, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck, letting out a few sobs.

“I'm so glad you're here.” Mitch wraps his arms around her waist tightly, taking in her scent, even though she bloody and dirtied, she still smelt like coconuts.

“C’mon, get to my car and lock the doors. Don't come out okay?” Mitch demands her and she nods her head, before she takes off Mitch pulls her in by the back of her neck, slamming their lips together in a passionate kiss. Y/N pulls away after a few seconds, her lips parted, surprised by his actions. “Go!” Mitch yells, running towards the office Masur was in. Y/N runs to his car, opening the doors, getting into it then locks the car. Her heart pounding against her rib cage, worried Mitch will get hurt, or even killed. Mitch runs into the office, finding Masur with two other men, both their guns pointing at Mitch.

“Why don’t you put the gun down son. You don't stand a chance.” Masur smirks, as Mitch drops his gun, another one stuffed in the back of his waistband.

Y/N’s been in the car for almost half an hour, looking back and forth between the front door of the warehouse to the clock on the dashboard. She takes her lip between her teeth as she finds a pistol in the glove compartment. What if he’s in danger? Oh god Y/N. Are you really going to do this? Y/N groans, taking the gun and gets out of the car heading back into the building quietly. Y/N hears Masur talking to Mitch about why he had gunned down a bunch of innocent people, for the pleasure of it. “Now, Mitch. I’m going to kill you.” Y/N peeks around the corner, seeing a gun pointed at Mitch’s head. She panics and runs into the room, open firing at all three men, actually killing all of them. She opens her eyes to see the men she had murdered, lying in their blood. Her hand shakes, the gun dropping from her grip as she turns around looking at Mitch.

“I-I just, o-oh my god.” She starts to panic as Mitch grabbed her hands, taking her out of the room.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Y/N looks at Mitch, their eyes connecting, just like that first day. “You saved my life.” Mitch told the shaking girl as she covered her mouth with her hands. He pulled her into a hug and she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. “C’mon, let's go home.” He pushes a strand of hair out of her face.

Mitch’s POV

I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist as we stumble into the apartment. I bring her into her master bathroom, starting a shower for her.

“I'm so sorry Y/N.” I whisper, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“It's okay. You're here now, but I might need some help. Would you care to join me?” She asks, sinking her teeth into her lip.

“O-oh wow, um, I-I'd love to join you.” I stutter, silently cursing myself. My fingers pull her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. I lean forward, placing a wet kiss to her collarbone as I trace my fingers over the fabric covering her breast. I reach behind her, unclipping the bra, pulling both straps off her arm, letting the bra fall to the floor. I look at her, leaning forward, kissing her lips gently. Her hands move to my neck as she groans quietly into the kiss, my hands trailing down her side, pulling her hips, bringing her closer to me. Her hands move up my shirt, resting on my torso, deepening our kiss. I pull away, moving one of my hands to her face, stroking her cheekbone.

“I'm so in love with you.” I whisper and she looks up at me through her lashes, “And I've missed this pussy so much.” My hand goes into the front of her pants, into her panties, feeling how wet she already is. “Is this all for me baby girl?” Her lips parts, a small moan coming out, nodding her head as I rub her clit roughly. “Who do you belong to?” I growl, rubbing faster, making her hips thrust against my hand.

“Y-You, Mitch.” She moans, gripping my shirt, leaning her head against my chest.

“That's right baby. You're all mine. Let's get into the shower alright?” I ask, pulling my hand out of her pants. I swiftly taken my shirt off, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my legs as Y/N’s shorts and panties are off. My eyes rake down her body. God, she's gorgeous. I take my boxers off before jumping into the shower with her. I close the shower door and find her putting some body wash into her hand. I gently take her hand, transferring the soap into my hand before rubbing it onto her chest. Our eyes never lose contact as my hands rub her tits gently, my fingers running over her nipples. My hands continue to trail down her body, getting all the blood and dirt off before my fingers find her clit once more. Hearing my name slip out of her mouth made me harder than I already was. She stands under the water, so all the soap runs off as I continue to assault her clit. Her delicate fingers start to stroke my cock slowly, her lips leaving wet kisses against my collarbone. A moan escapes my throat as she gets down onto her knees. “Baby, you don't have to. I want this to be all about you.” I tell her and she smiles up at me, shaking her head, before taking my hardened length into her mouth. My hand moves her wet hair out of her face, watching her swallow my cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Baby, I've missed those lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” I mewl, thrusting my hips slightly. She licks around my head, precum spilling onto her tongue as she strokes my length. I growl slightly, bobbing her head on my member before standing her back up, her tits pressed against the glass of the shower wall. I spread her ass apart, stroking my cock against her folds before slowly thrusting in. We both let out a low moan, feeling my length fill her up. I thrust my hips forward, slowly at first, feeling how tight her walls are around my cock. She moans against the glass, her hands pressed against it as I start thrusting my hips faster against Y/N’s beautiful round ass. My hand slaps against her ass, a moan escaping her pink lips, lust filling my vision. I lean forward, continuing to pound her cunt harder, pressing my lips against the back of her neck, feeling her buck her hips against me, taking me deeper inside of her. Y/N starts to writhe underneath me, holding her hips tightly against me, flicking my hips hard against hers.

“M-Mitch, baby. I-I’m gonna cum!” She moans out, feeling her pussy walls contract on my cock. I growl lowly, thrusting into her harder, making her scream my name.

“Yeah, me too baby. Cum. Let it all go.” I breathlessly whisper into her ear, my grip tightening around her hips. She lets out a loud wail, her body going rigid as she comes around me, her head falling forward.

I grunted lowly, my thrusts faltering as my cock twitched, spilling hot cum inside of her. My lips continued to trail kisses across her back as we both panted, trying to catch our breath.

We finished our shower, both of us getting out, drying ourselves off. I notice a small gash on the side of her face. She wraps a towel around her body as my fingers smooth over the tiny gash. Her eyes look up at me, a frown etched onto my face.

“Hey, I'm okay.” She whispered, placing her hand on my bicep. “This kinda reminds me of when you got hit in the face with that punching bag, except the roles are reversed.” She chuckles and I smile down at her.

“Hopefully this time I don't cause you to have a panic attack.” She looks up at me in surprise, lips parted.

“Y-You knew that was the reason?” She asks, looking down at her feet.

“Babe, you're like an open book and I'm sorry I put you through that. Um, would you possibly want to maybe go out this weekend?” I ask nervously, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Then after that I wanna try something new, in the sheets, that I think you're gonna like.” I smirk, placing a small kiss in the nape of her neck.

“Y-Yeah, I'm d-definitely down with that.” She stutters, taking her lip between her teeth as she drags me into her room.

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this is gonna be really funny or really fucking stupid

so @ohxfiddlesticks and i went on a lil midnight adventure so uh let’s begin shall we also this is probably gonna be super long so uh

oh and quick thing the reason it’s in text format and not screenshots is they stopped saving past the seventh pic so uh

broadway trash: i mean i can always rebrush alrighty i’ll see if we have anything that’s the equivalent to ginger ale

therapissed: Whoops

broadway trash: i’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure except not really it’s just bread anyway

therapissed: Yeah I’ll go try to get smth too Bringing my phone

broadway trash: *starts screeching out the mission impossible theme* DUN DUN DUNNA DUN DUN DUNNA BWANANAAAAA

therapissed: We still have that lemon from last time lma o

broadway trash: pfff

therapissed: We have oatmeal cream pies Which isn’t healthy probably but Damn I really need an emoji keyboard for that shrug thing

broadway trash: i’m like prancing around while trying to be super quiet what is this ballerina superspy bullshit

therapissed: Lmao “I’m taking my phone time for a midnight adventure” It’s one lmao Oh we have bread Guess I’ll get that

broadway trash: I JUST COLLAPSED INTO THE FUCKING PANTRY IM

therapissed: Good job

broadway trasg: also good lord everything is so loud at night like plate shush

therapissed: Me @ the pantry door And the fridge door

broadway trash: i looked to my left and i thought someone was running at me i’m dying pfff same

therapissed: We have two radishes in the fridgs Fridge Why can’t I type fridge

broadway trash: ?????? well then

therapissed: They’re just like Laying there Not in a container or anything They’re just

*and this is where you imagine just two radishes sitting there in a fridge*

broadway trash: i almost dropped everything i was carrying hoooooo golly that would’ve been BAAAAD pffff

therapissed: I have two slices of bread and an oatmeal cream pie how did you get so much

broadway trash: ?? what??

therapissed: Idk you said “everything” you it seems like you had a lot Idk my brainsbdndnsnnfndnd

broadway trash: ohh *slams face onto the stove* nah i had some bread and got super hungry so i decided fuck it i’m making a sandwich and i almost dropped the condiments and the plate

therapissed: I could get saltine crackers *faceplants onto crackers* Oh ok Me, making a sandwich: Ok we got the bread and mayonnaise that’s all i feel like getting

broadway trash: pffff

therapissed: Mayonnaise sandwich i guess I found a ginger ale do you want it

broadway trash: sure

therapissed: *throws vaguely in your direction*

broadway trash: pfff thanks

therapissed: Yw It landed about 200 miles from you though Sorry

broadway trash: i misread that as the “uwu” face

therapissed: Lmao

broadway trash: oh well i need the exercise anyway

therapissed: “Here’s to happiness freedom and life” I hear through my earbuds as I make a mayonnaise sandwich at 1:10 AM

broadway trash: pffff same whoops ok the sandwich has been gotten now i want chocolate milk

therapissed: I filled my water bottle and forgot to bring it to the event lmao I’ll grab it when I go up

broadway trash: welp ok i feel like i’m about to get murdered every fucking noise is making me jump help something’s moving around down the hallway THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT FUCK IM A GONER

therapissed: Hey no that’s my job Being scared of everything

broadway trash: wtf when did i get mustard on my shirt

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: where are the ghosts

therapissed: Shshshhshshsshshs

broadway trash: mother of fuck the towel keeps falling from its place

therapissed: SHUDH

broadway trash: STAY ON THE FUCKING COUNTER YOU DEMON

therapissed: SHUSH SVUSHSSDHHHHHH

broadway trash: SORRY

therapissed: ITS OK MY HOUSE IS FUCKING CREEPY THO IM DYING SHUS H

broadway trash: alrighty i’m still fucking hungry guess this is what happens when you eat nothing for a whole day wtf i forgot i had a light switch right next to me i was standing here paranoid in the dark for a decade doing nothing

therapissed: Lmao Where’s my water bottle One sec

broadway trash: okie then MOTHER OF FUCK MICROWAVE BE QUIETER actually y’know what fuck it *throws microwave out the window* uuuuuuugh it’s so fucking ominous i feel like i’m about to get sacrificed kill me now

therapissed: My bottle was in the sink under a few things but still full for some reason and when I took it out I died it was so loud

broadway trash: eH

therapissed: Yo do you wanna see ominous

broadway trash: uhh sure

therapissed: One second lemme get back downstairs bc I’m in my room right now

broadway trash: okie

*now imagine a staircase, like the kind from a horror movie*

broadway trash: fUCK

therapissed: There’s two lights on this stairwell and they turn on one at a time slowly

broadway trash: ok i just grabbed the biggest knife we have

therapissed: And that plastic up there? It moves a lot even if there’s only a fan on downstairs Also that pic doesn’t have all the stairs And to the right of me I have this

broadway trash: YEEZUS aAH NOISES FUCK YOU DEMON YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK

*ok now just imagine a black screen, like a void or something idk*

broadway trash: it’s just dark

therapissed: That’s to the right of me Ik Bc the lights are off

broadway trash: CHRIST ON A BIKE WHY IS THE NIGHT SO SCARY

therapissed: And my kitchen spans one side of the entire house (fuck you open-floor plans) and it uses three light switches to light it up and it’s really creepy bc smth could come from either direction while you’re making food and you wouldn’t know And behind me where I was making was a really big window lmao

broadway trash: oh god i legislation just yelled “HONEY CALM DOWM” save meeeeee ;-; legislation good fucking job me

therapissed: Pfffft

broadway trash: NOISES HOLD ON KNIFE WHERE ARE YOUUUU ;-; I JUST GRABBED THE FUCKING BLADE OW

therapissed: I’m eating in my room which is still creepy but like fuck no not the kitchen

broadway trash: wow i’m a real fuckup when scared

therapissed: Same What are you eating btw

broadway trash: chicken whoops there was a single chicken breast in a bag so

therapissed: At 1:30

broadway trash: y e p

therapissed: Lmao I somehow put too much mayonnaise on this sandwich I’m dying

broadway trash: ok so so far i almost broke a plate, got scared of a light, almost stabbed myself in the hand, and almost dropped my glass which is still full of milk my night is going derek swell** who the fuck is derek

therapissed: Pffffft

broadway trash: maybe he’s the thing making all the noises if it’s not him it better fucking be my cat

therapissed: I feel like I’m gonna one day haunt this house and people will just hear the weird laughter of me texting people

broadway trash: pfff yes and same acutally

bob: i was literally gone for like thirty minutes what happened

broadway trash: oH SHIT HI BOB

therapissed: Lmao

bob: oml

therapissed: We scavenged for food and died of fright seventeen times

bob: i

therapissed: We’re like those fainting goats

bob: y’all need a supervisor

broadway trash: i just started cackling for no reason help

bob: like an actual supervisor

broadway trash: is derek possessing me

bob: I’m hiring a babysitter omg

therapissed: Bob you’re our supervisor duh

bob: i was literally gone for thirty minutes

bob sent a video.

therapissed: HDHSNFNDNSJF

bob: this is literally what happened inn the last thirty minutes omg why also jemmy u ok

therapissed: Wait lemme find a video of fainting goats bc that’s what’s been happening to us

broadway trash: THAT WAS ON FULL VOLUME I THINK I WOKE MY NEIGHBORHOOD UP DAMMIT ME am i ever ok oh fuck my chocolate milk got all over the stove ;-; nOISES-

bob: i oh my god

broadway trash: MY SISTER JUST SCARED ME SO BAD I ALMOST KILLED A BITCH

bob: ok also fiddlesticks I’m going to call u tommy unless u want another nickname

therapissed: HOLY FUCK I JUST FOUND A CALL OF THE WILDMAN VIDEO IM CACKLIN G That’s fine

broadway trash: my sister thought i was crying

bob: y’all need a babysitter and r u crying or r u laughing

broadway trash: no i was like nervously cackling

bob: oohok

broadway trash: i think derek’s possessing me

bob: ok

therapissed sent a video.

bob: tell derek it’s bedtime

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles and trrible draaings that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: TIM I FOUND US OMG

broadway trash: derek is our new demon friend

bob: please tell ur new demon friend it’s past bedtime

therapissed: Dude: *sneezes* Us: *dies* I forgot how ridiculous that show was I think the dude died by crocodile though

broadway trash: e H wow now i’m sad ;-;

trerapissed: Sorry But Are we fainting goats or are we fainting goats

broadway trash: no we’re fainting goats

therapissed: Good argument I take my statement back Bob where’d you go we’re gonna die without you

broadway trash renamed the group “Flagelise, Bucko, Tim, and Bob (and Derek???), the best truer friendshit that lives on Mt. Guf and is made up of beginner crocodiles, trrible draaings, and fainting goats that canr tyoe wayways and definitely aren’t suspicious so don’t be suspicious rup lmal iips”

therapissed: Lma o Oh

Call, 3s

bob: what

broadway trash: WAS THAT ME SORRY wait what

therapissed: Nvm

broadway trash: oh what i’m confused

therapissed: I forgot lmao Tim are you still eating or

broadway trash: no i’m brushing my teeth

therapissed: Okie dokie I love TGC’s Tony performance wtf

broadway trash: i almost fell into the bathtub help

therapissed: . Fainting goat

bob: what are y’all doing

therapissed: We are literally fainting goats personified wtf

broadway trash: i’m dying

bob: jemmy no jemmy please tommy don’t encourage this please

therapissed: I’m not Not trying to at least

broadway trash: I JUST DROPPED MY PHONE IT WAS SO LOUD IM SNORTING HELP

bob: omg

therapissed: WTF TIM WHAT ARE YOU DOIN G

bob: i love u all but what

broadway trash: MY SISTER SCARED ME

therapissed: TIM WHY

broadway trash: HEY BLAME HER NOT ME

therapissed: You are a disaster But so am I So it’s fine

broadway trash: YEA NO SHIT HONEY

bob: how does ur sister scare you so often u were literally in the bathroom

broadway trash: I GET SCARED EASILY WHY DO YOU THINK I HAD A BIG ASS KITCHEN KNIFE WHILE I WAS EATING A SANDWICH

bob: why did u have a knife if u know u get scared easily

therapissed: Bc she gets scared easily

bob: doesn’t that mean ur chances of stabbing someone rises

therapissed: But

broadway trash: ye but

therapissed: She didn’t want to be stabbed by someone else

broadway trash: ye

bob: ur literally in ur own house

broadway trash: IM PARANOID OK

bob: ok fine but no more knife

therapissed: Yes more knives All of the knives

bob: no more knives

broadway trash: they’re right in my kitchen??

therapissed: ALL OF THEM

bob: tommy no

therapissed: Tommy yes

bob: tommy n o

broadway trash: and i have like two pocket knives in my room?

therapissed: Tommy y e s

bob: ok jemmy 1) no and 2) tommy wtf

therapissed: ;)

bob: g r o u n d e d

#just so y'all are clear broadway trash is me therapissed is oh fiddlesticks and bob is kufufufufu #help meeeeeeee #my skype chat is so weird #we got grounded #i think bob is our mom now

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Week 5

Link #1: How to Create a Painting With Shading : Painting Techniques

~You want to make sure you have at least one dark color and one light color. Okok, so I’ll be including a little picture of what I did, but I’ll be using Emerald Green as the light color and Ultramarine as the dark color :) ~Now mix them together to get your medium tone. Oh. I mean, it comes out as a pretty teal owo. You’ll see in a bit, dw. ~Dip your brush in the water and just dip into your middle tone and paint a circle on your paper or canvas. I hope y’all know that I don’t expect you to do this with me. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you tried this out LOL. Whatever floats your boat y’know. Besides, who doesn’t love painting circles, am I right?- But seriously, circles do be pretty hard to make legit circles. Like, I think I’ve only managed to get one even close to being an actual circle, and that wasn’t even that close. ~It’s completely okay to have some variation, thicker paint around the edges and then kind of wash you paint in the center of the sphere (for now it’s a circle, but that’s besides the point) ~You don’t have to completely rinse your brush out. It's okay to leave a little bit of that color on because it’ll create a smooth transition. I actually didn’t think of that to be completely honest with you. I tend to always wash my brush completely before I even go into the next color. I- well the more you know, the better you can be c: ~Grab a little bit of that light color and you’re gonna add some highlights in the upper left or right corner of your sphere (whichever one you prefer I suppose, I tend to always have the light coming from the left) ~Even though we’re using acrylic, the paint should be staying fairly wet and just kinda blend that lighter color in with the darker color. So like, wait. I just kinda went braindead for half a second, I’m like- Acrylic paint isn’t wet, that’s only water colors. And- I’m just sitting here now dumbfounded because when you think about it- Water color isn’t wet- But acrylic paint is- it’s- yes- look I have no idea where I was going with this bit LOL. But here it is-(Intense brush strokes) LOL ~Create as smooth of a transition as possible between the upper and lower part of your sphere. I cannot tell you guys how good this looks tbh, and we’re only maybe halfway done LOL ~Dip the brush back in the water (What if I wanted to dunk it though-) and go for your dark color and basically you’re just going to do the opposite of what you did with the light color, meaning that you’ll be in the opposite, bottom corner (Don’t mind the fact that I just said the bottom corner for a sphere- I’m intelligent, yes.) ~Really try to blend it in with the paint that’s already down there. ~You should be doing light brush strokes, you don’t need to push too much paint down onto the page. See, the thing is. I have a pretty heavy hand when it comes to anything really, so I would say this was the most challenging thing for me, so far that is one of the main struggles for me. ~Now rinse your brush out and leave a little bit of paint on the brush and this is going to be used for the shadow, which is just gonna be a washy shape surrounding the bottom of the sphere and that’ll create a plane for your object (sphere) to be on. I never actually thought of it like that- Usually I thought of the shadow as, well, a shadow lol. But I guess when you add the shadow it does give it a little place to sit. Almost like a dog sitting on a mat or something.

My little video painting a sphere :)

(This video was well done, I would like to say that the sphere doesn’t really look all that much like a sphere BUT it does show enough to help with one’s shading, which was the whole point of that video)

Link #2: Beginners Guide to Highlighting and Shading

(So, since this is a website not a video. I’m going to only write down what I didn’t know already, that way it doesn’t take years to get through all of this kk? I did include the link^ so y’all can check it out yourself as well :) ) ~Most beginners use black for all their shadows. In reality, shadows are rarely a true black. Okay, it’s not like I didn’t know this before. But I once made the mistake of trying to make every single shadow black. I can feel the pain, it’s okay. I just learnt this at the beginning of this class to be honest with y’all LOL. ~To find the right shadow color for your object, add tiny amounts of black or the cool complementary color to the original color of your subject. So basically, what the first link said as well. You have the light color, and the dark color. But to get that dark color you need your medium tone, so kinda backwards in a sense-ish. ~Blend out the edges to make sure you don’t have a harsh line. Use various mixes of your shadow color to gradually lighten your shading and blend it into the surrounding area. I meannnn, I think I’m pretty good at not having harsh lines for the most part. I would say that the edges are usually always a bit harsh, but other than that I think the shading part is pretty well blended. ~You can also use a glaze to add shading. (Yo, okay so I have zero idea what a glaze is when it comes to painting- I-) ~Shadows are not always dark. To be fair, I think most of the beginners (including myself) start off thinking shadows are always dark. That they’re more prominent than the object itself. I think that’s what’s stopped me a lot of the times with my earlier paintings that I did a while ago. ~It is important to study your scene or reference photo before planning out your painting I 100% agree, study the scene, the object, everything. Analyze the reference you want to paint before you actually dive right in. That goes with any art actually, not just painting. ~It is tempting to add pure white paint where the light source hits your subject. (I can relate, don’t worry) However, as with shadows, highlights are rarely pure white. ~Use a soft brush with a light touch for highlights. They should be subtle and the edges well blended into the surrounding color. Oh goodness, again I’ll have to work on my heavy hand, but other than that I would say I’m doing pretty good about this. ~Gradually build up the highlight rather than having a blob of light colored paint. Uh, oOpS ._.

Link #3: 7 Must-Know Painting Techniques For Artists

1. Under painting

~Create an underpainting in burnt umber or a mix or burnt sienna and phthalo blues to establish shadows and values. I never actually thought about doing this tbh. I usually start with a white canvas and go from there, y’know? Maybe if I try this I’ll see some big improvements, who knows :) ~Work paint up from thin to thick, especially when using slow-drying paints. It’s impossible to work on top of heavy, wet paint. (I agree, like- There’s been times that I’ll legit just try and paint over the first coat maybe 15 minutes after I paint it on. I’m like, nahhh it’ll be fine to paint on, what’s the worse that can happen. Well- I ruined the painting lesson learned though) In the same way, work up to highlights, adding the brightest, and usually heavier, paint at the end. 2. Blocking in

~A filbert is a good general brush for blocking in form and paint. It has a dual nature, combing aspects of flat and round brushes so it can cover detail as well as larger areas.

These would be the type of paint brush that they’re talking about. They’re a mix of flat brushes and round brushes. I maybe have like- 2 of these in all between 3 art kits to be honest. I may have to start investing in more of them, who knows.

3. Building up texture

~Almost anything can be used to add texture to your paint. (I honestly never knew that people added things to their paint to create texture) There are already made texture media available, but I have seen items such as egg shells and sand used to add interest to a painting. Oh? Bro, who would’ve thought about adding eggshells to your paint, like I honestly never thought about adding anything actually. I just paint with what I got, y’know. But maybe I’ll try this soon™ ~Use an old toothbrush to spatter your image with paint. This can be remarkably effective at suggesting noise and grain. Well, that’s new. I really didn’t think about using anything else for a painting besides paint brushes. oOpS

4. Dry brushing

~This method tends to work best when applying light paint over dark areas/dried paint and is useful for depicting rock and grass texture. So, I’ma be completely honest with you guys. I used to paint without water, and like- I was so ignorant about most of the things that I know now. I would only use water to wash my paint brush afterwards, but now. Water has become so helpful in my paintings oml, it’s amazing what a little bit of water can do for your painting.

5. Sgraffito

~Removing paint can be just as important as applying it. I- I only ever removed paint when it was in the wrong spot.- I didn’t know that removing paint from anywhere can help, especially when you want to expose the underpainting.

6. Glazing

~Glazing is the process of laying a coat of transparent paint over a dry part of the painting, and it’s used for intensifying shadows and modulating colour. Well, now I know what glazing is LOL.

7. Painting with mediums

~Mediums are fluids that can be added to paint to modulate its consistency, drying time and texture. Again, I honestly never knew that. I’m so inexperienced with painting items and ways it’s not even funny man. ~In the case of acrylics, you get different mediums that make the paint matte or gloss.

Link 4: Acrylic Painting Techniques

1. Dry Brush

~You want to aim for seeing your brushstrokes in the paint. I don’t tend to like seeing my brushstrokes within my painting to be honest, but if it works it works, kinda thing.

2. Sgraffito/combing

~Involves painting a layer or two of paint and then etching into it to create a design and reveal what’s underneath. Again, I really don’t tend to do this either. Considering I just learnt it LOL but I wouldn’t have thought about removing paint or etching anything within the paint.

3. Wet-in-wet

~You can do wet-in-wet with acrylic just like you can with watercolor so go ahead and lay down some water on your paper and then you can just drop in the acrylic paint. My thinking- If you want a watercolor effect, why not just use watercolors? Big brain time LOL

4. Overlay/glazing

~Start by laying down a darker color on your paper and then letting it dry. (Yes, we need to let this dry for several minutes. So while you’re waiting, pop in some popcorn, watch it pop, eat some and then you can go back to painting :) ) ~What you’re going to do now is overlay or glaze a lighter wash over top so water down your paint just a little bit. Y’know, this technique might actually come in handy with my next painting ngl. But we won’t talk about that until the time comes owo

5. Impasto

~You’re going to use a palette knife instead of a brush so this is a really nice way to achieve a lot of different texture within the paint. So, I only ever use palette knives before for backgrounds. To get that kind of color dye/blending feel y’know- I can’t think of the word right off hand but- TYE DYE yes tye dye feel, hush- :(

6. Modeling Paste

Before we even learn anything, like- I never knew that you could use modeling paste for painting?!?!?! Like- I only ever used modeling paste when I was fixing a clay sculpture or something of the sort, y’know?- The more you know ~A great way to add texture into your artwork. So you can use a palette knife to scoop it out and then apply it onto your paper. You could also use a paintbrush to softly apply it to your paper. (My brain man, this is all so new for me- I-) Note you can also mix it directly with the paint color if you want to. Let the modeling paste dry and then you can paint over top of it. Waittt, you could use this to make the texture of mountains owo and rock beds, bro- I feel so inspired by this one ngl.

7. Stencil/Stamp

So the girl in the video was pretty basic with it, you just use it as a stencil should be used and of course washing it afterwards.

8. Sponge

~With a sponge, similar process as you would use with watercolor. You’re just using the sponge to apply paint instead of a brush. (Big brain, she knows) You can go back in after you let the first layer dry a bit and add like a second or third layer of paint. Y’know, time for a funny-ish story. So back in elementary school, we did this sponge painting, we could only use the sponge. And I’m like, I wonder what a pufferfish would be like with a sponge. So- I painted the sponge right, then I took some bottled glue, put the glue on the back of the sponge and glued it to the paper. LOL My art teacher found it funny, but had me remake the painting and explained that it had to be painted with the sponge, not made out of the sponge. So yeah-

9. Drips/Splatters

~To achieve drips, mix some water into your acrylic paint and you’re just gonna kind of angle your paper and guide the drips down. (So like, this would be kinda effective when you want the feel of a waterfall? Yes, no, maybe so?) ~For splatters, it’s better to use a flat bristle brush. Load it up with paint and you can actually just kind of flick the bristles and really control your splatters.

10. Gel Medium

~Gel medium is used to thicken your paint and also actually make it a little bit more adhesive. So you can mix it directly with your color and it’ll lighten it just a little bit. So, when using this don’t expect the exact color, okay got it.

11. Scumbling

~You can scumble with paint just like you can with colored pencils. So use your brush in a circular motion but keep it controlled. Well, that’s new. Now I know what it’s called at least LOL. I honestly never knew what that technique was called until now, but I remember always coloring with colored pencils like that just because my mum did--

12. Masking

~You can mask with masking tape of course or you can also use rubber cement. Rubber. Cement. I- Howcanonemakecementrubber- I might actually have to search up what it looks like, I’ve never heard of anything called rubber cement. ~If your paint bleeds through, just go back through and patch it up with some paint.

13. Mediums: Gloss or Matte

She really just explained what she was doing for this one.

14. Soft edge vs. hard edge

~Soft edge and hard edge are just two paint terms for how the paint is laid down and the quality of it. Who knew, I actually didn’t realize that how you lay down the paint affects how soft or hard the edge is.

So, I’m sorry for this being a bit late. But I feel like I learnt a lot with this one :)

#owo #week 5 #painting notes #learning

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spacednp · 7 years

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Okay (Part 6)

MULTICHAPTERED VAMPIRE AU BASED LIGHTLY OFF OF PLACENTAANDLLAMA’s FIC COMING OF AGE (WITH PERMISSION)

TW: blood, gore, angst? kinda? Phil's pretty dominant of Dan... just read it bc the bit of BAMF!Phil makes it so it'll be good lol also Dan's such a bottom in this oml (no smut tho srry)

WC: 12k for the entire fic

A drop of water ran down Dan's slim nose and he slapped it off with his already damp towel. He leaned over the cool marble counter and met his eyes in the steamy mirror, wrapping his towel around his waist. A frown set upon his face as he turned away to collect his clean clothes and change into them. He allowed his mind to wonder as he hadn't gotten much time since the whole... kidnapping thing happened. He decided to go through everything he knew for sure in that moment and go on from there.

Daniel James Howell was his name. He was seventeen years old. He was the future mate of a vampire he knew only as Phil, and he wasn't completely sure of what that entailed. God, what more did he know? He understood the basics of the... clan but what more did he know? Nothing, he knew nothing more. He needed to ask more questions, get more information, but how? Ask Phil, of course. No. No more asking questions, didn't he know enough to know that this was a terrible place he wanted out of? Of course he did. He knew that from the second he woke up in that dumb van. He needed out and away, no matter the costs. There was nothing for him there except a long life of torture and being miserable.

Once Dan was dressed he hung his towel up on a hook, not wanting to just through it on the floor and not seeing a hamper of any sorts, and set his dirty clothes on the floor under it. Dan set his hand on the golden door handle and gave himself one last glance in the mirror before sighing and exiting the bathroom. He was surprised at what-er, who-he saw in the bedroom, well he shouldn't of been, but he was.

Phil sat on the bed, legs crossed and a book held in his hand, icy blue eyes darting across the page quickly as he read. As Dan entered the room Phil looked up from his book for a moment to look him up and down before returning to his page, barely acknowledging Dan. Dan suddenly felt very out of place, like he shouldn't of been there even though he knew he was doing everything Phil asked of him, more or less. A few minutes passed and still Phil nor Dan spoke a word. The room was silent excluding the sound of paper twisting as Phil flipped the page in his book. Dan went to wrap his arms around himself before thinking better of it and crossing his arms. Wrapping his arms around himself would make him appear weak, while crossing his arms made him look more intimating and angry. It was stupid and quite pointless, but Dan didn't care in the least. He was just petty like that.

"Turns out they want the ceremony to begin today," Phil spoke dryly, not taking his eyes off of the leather coated book. Dan frowned. Today? Dan wasn't ready!

"I disagree," Dan sassed, earning him a quick glare from Phil, who quickly returned his gaze back to his book. He turned the page and spoke as he read.

"Well no one seems to care about either of our opinions, so what you say doesn't matter in the least," Phil said.

"I don't want to do this," Dan barked. Phil looked up at him longer this time, but ultimately went back to his book. Phil was being too calm and it annoyed Dan way too much.

"I don't either, I hate the idea of spending the rest of time with such a brat, but like I said, I have no say," Phil continued, voice so calm it was annoying.

"Then why don't you stop them? Doesn't being a Five get you that option?" Dan griped. Phil shook his head slowly before shutting his book and setting it down next to him and giving Dan his undivided attention, anger sparkling in his sharp blue eyes, sending a wave of fear through Dan.

"I'm too weak to have any say," Phil replied, standing up and crossing his arms, copying Dan's stance. Dan quickly uncrossed his arms and repressed the urge to cry. He was so pathetic.

"What?" Dan said quietly, afraid if he spoke much louder he'd break down in tears. Worry bubbled in his stomach.

"Whatever," Phil breathed, standing up. Dan's stomach dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows. Phil leaving wasn't ideal for Dan, and not because he enjoyed Phil's company in the slightest. Hatred still burned at him, towards Phil. Questions, questions were the reason for Dan wanting Phil to stay, a blazing trail that led to the promising fruit of answers, sweet, sweet answers. As Phil approached the door Dan saw his window shutting as he lost time he could use to his advantage so he could learn-but what to ask? When you wanted to know everything, where did you start? Then, as Phil's ashy hand set on the glimmering gold of the handle, he spoke, and it was to Dan's advantage. "You coming?"

Nodding vigorously, Dan sprinted to Phil, ignoring the aching in his bones. He trailed Phil like a lost puppy through dusty brick walls, ignoring the cobwebs setting above them. Dan wondered briefly why the halls seemed like such a... dump compared to Phil's room, before he realized that it was because Phil was important. A Five in a clan of much less... capable vampires. Vampires, Dan felt he was overusing that word though he wasn't sure what he could use to replace it. It was what those creatures were, right? Yeah, what else could he call them?

"Stop," Phil commanded, reaching his arm out and blocking Dan from walking ahead. Dan didn't even notice he'd been walking off, he was too lost in thought to notice.

"Oh, right," Dan said, stopping and turning to watch Phil. Phil didn't even meet his gaze before slipping into a gross looking half-rotted wooden door, barely holding it open long enough for Dan could follow him in.

Inside was a giant room, a room big enough it shocked Dan. The ceiling was fairly low, only about 8 feet, but the size of the room made up for it. In the middle sat a large conference table that many, many vampires sat at. Dan knew none of them. It reminded Dan of a large school gym, except the floors were tile and it was nothing like a gym. Maybe he wasn't the best at room descriptions, but one thing in the room stood out to him. The chandelier.

Above them hung a huge crystal chandelier. The crystals caught the light as they softly swayed causing them all to twinkle at once. Soft fire danced on top of the white candles, causing the hot wax to drip down the sides but not drip onto the table below as it pooled inside of the golden hook holding the candles in place. The whole setting was so... pure. It was the opposite of the demonic creature lairs Hollywood created, lacking skulls and Dan hadn't seen a drop of blood since he got there, which he was half certain was going to change rather soon as that was their source of food, correct?

"Hello, Philip and Daniel," Dan winced at his full name but said nothing as a male greeted them, pearly white fangs showing through his grin. He has sea green eyes and curly brown that was so messy Dan had to physically restrain himself from trying to adjust it.

"Hello, PJ," Phil said, quickly grabbing onto Dan's wrist as if if he let go Dan would float away. Dan's eyes darted down to Phil's hand on his skin, eyes wide but mouth sealed shut for fear of Phil.

"He's a cute one," The brunette purred, looking Dan up and down shamelessly. Part of Dan wanted to jump behind Phil, suddenly trusting him more than the PJ character, but he forced himself to stand his ground and try to seem unphased by anything. That went out the window when PJ grabbed onto Dan's other wrist, touch much more light than Phil but not pleasant. A low growl came from Phil's throat but PJ seemed unfixed as he brought Dan's arm to his nose and smelled the boy, a smile growing on his face.

"Mine," Phil spat, pulling Dan away from PJ's grasp and narrowing his eyes at the curly haired male. PJ just smirked, giving Dan one last glance before sending him a wink and returning to his seat. Dan half expected Phil to release his grip on him as PJ left, but he didn't. Instead he just pulled the human to the two empty seats. He leaned over and whispered into Dan's ear a single word, "sit," Dan immediately obliged, taking a seat in the wooden chair closest to him, silently hoping it was sanded or glossed or something that would prevent him form getting a splinter in his butt.

"Okay, so we're here," Phil spoke up, looking around at the table of vampires unfamiliar to Dan.

"Yes you are," PJ sung from across the table, licking his lips as he continued to check a very uncomfortable Dan out. Phil's gaze stopped on PJ and didn't move for a very tense few moments. They seemed to be fighting with their eyes before PJ finally looked away, a soft pout on his lips.

"PJ, stop it," A blonde woman in a extremely tight leather jacket snapped, arms crossed around her chest. Her voice was familiar, but Dan couldn't put his finger on where..

"Louise, stop being such a mum," PJ whined. Oh! That's right, the woman from the van. Dan decided he liked her the most out of anyone there as she seemed the most reasonable.

"Knock it off you guys, we have business to attend to," some other vampire snapped before Louise could respond. She muttered something under her breath but didn't argue. Dan assumed he was the business that needed to be attended to and he didn't like it.

"Shall we began?" Phil asked, eyes boring into PJ's slouched figure, icy blue stare unmoving and clouded with an emotion Dan couldn't understand-an emotion Dan didn't want to understand. All the vampires nodded and watched Phil carefully, as if expecting a move Dan wasn't sure he wanted Phil to make. Phil leaned close to Dan's ear, cool breath brushing across the boy's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Are you ready?"

Dan knew what was about to happen.

Dan was most definitely not ready.

Dan was starting to wish he didn't read up on mating so much.

Phil leaned closer and the anticipation was killing Dan, and he was almost frozen in fear. Almost. Suddenly, before he even knew what he was doing, Dan jumped up and pushed hard on Phil's chest and ran. He heard the cries of protest but he didn't care. Running through the unfamiliar halls with tears burning his eyes, Dan found out just how much fear ran through him and how he would never of been able to do what he just did. It was odd, in his time of the most fear he'd ever felt in his life, he was also the bravest he'd ever been. How ironic. Dan almost laughed at the thought, but the lump of hot sobs in his throat prevented the laugh from escaping. He turned corners he never knew existed, he was so lost and tired, but he knew if he even stopped for a second he knew he wouldn't get back up. He would crawl up in the fetal position and cry and cry. So instead he ran and ran.

After what seemed like hours of running, somehow Dan found an exit. He was outside in record time, but he didn't pause for a single moment. The cool night air brushed lightly on Dan's face but he didn't stop to enjoy it. His heavy feet pounded hard against the hard dirt forest floor and he ran, dodging trees and jumping above undergrowth. The young man's breath came out in heavy gasps and his heart was beating so hard and fast it burned, sending the fire into his throat. His saliva was thin and hot, not helping with his unsteady breathing. Where was this version in gym class? Maybe if he was this motivated he wouldn't be failing physical education. It was a lame joke, but Dan smiled at it nonetheless.

Suddenly, a figure, moving so fast it was only a blur of pale skin and black, blocked Dan from going farther. He thought for a moment that Phil had caught up to him, but when the creature stilled and bared its fangs Dan knew it wasn't Phil nor his clan that had found him. His already pounding heart quickened. He spun around, looking for an out only to find that they had him cornered. A scream ripped out his throat as a needle filled with an unknown substance pinched his neck and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

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