#pomplamoose inspired

[glitterandgold-cos]

KISS & KILL: A BABY FIREFLY INSPIRED PLAYLIST

" Whatever you need to do, you do it. There is no wrong. If someone needs to be killed, you kill 'em. That's the way!"

- You Call Me a Bitch Like It's a Bad Thing (Halestorm) ("You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing, you call me a freak like that means something") - Worldwide Torture (Jazmin Bean) ("I'm a nasty little swine, take and break what is not mine, I'm gonna destroy the world, sweetest shit you've ever known") - Cannibal (Kesha) ("Carnivore, animal, I am a cannibal, I eat boys up, you better run") - Bloody Creature Poster Girl (In This Moment) ("Make you love, make you cry, make you need deadly little slasher, fucked up savage sweetheart, bloody creature poster girl!") - Bust Your Kneecaps (Pomplamoose) ("I'll have your heart on a platter, might you recall, we've got a small family business, and the family won't like this, they'll bust your knee caps") & more! ------------- If there's two things I love it's silly fun over the top slasher films and unhinged women in horror, so naturally I love Baby Firefly and House of 1000 Corpses! I don't know if there's much of a fanbase here for this franchise but here we go!

#maybe I'll finally cosplay Baby this year! #house of 1000 corpses #baby firefly #slasher #horror #horror film #firefly trilogy #slasher film #playlist #character playlist #cosplan #YOUR HONOUR I LOVE HER

[witchblood-if]

Story Ideas (TW: long post incoming but there's poll at the end and every participant gets a sticker)

As was decided by about 100 people: here are some ideas I had for IFs (all in different degrees of "worked-out" and at the end, you can vote on which ones you find the most interesting.

1

The first one basically makes the MC a teacher at a prestigious high school (although they might make you do classes at the also very prestigious elementary school) and it involves planning lessons and dealing with usual teenage shenanigans. The ROs would be other teachers, the odd parent maybe, and perhaps someone from maintenance? Who knows... It's meant to be a cute slice-of-life thing because I eat that shit up.

2

For this one, I pretty much only wrote down "It was a beautiful day at court and you are a horrible jester". ROs would be Prince/Princess, maybe a foreign visitor with Oberyn Martell vibe.

3

The MC is part of a big mafia family but is mostly trying to live a somewhat normal life. Now, you are acquainted with the family business but you don't play an active part in it. But if someone was to mess with you, well, your family would do anything for you. This one is inspired by the song "Bust Your Kneecaps" by Pomplamoose.

Now to my three favorites:

4

Are you familiar with the novel "Krabat"? We've read it in school and I thought it was really cool, even though it is a little dark, to be honest. It's based on a cluster of Sorbian legends and follows the story of Krabat, a poor orphan boy becoming an apprentice at a mill, where the miller is also practicing and teaching black magic to his twelve apprentices and every year one boy dies in mysterious circumstances. The title I'd give this would probably be "Rapaki", which is Sorbian for ravens, which play a role in the story as well. It could prove to be a challenge to make this historical setting as inclusive as I want it to be (and also since there's a specific character I'd love to have as a RO, but he's an adult and the apprentices are pretty much all teenagers).

5

You were kidnapped by aliens. Now, it's been a couple of months since you arrived at the space station. They don't really seem to want to do anything with you except study humans and you happen to be one of the subjects. You are given spacious living quarters, activities for enrichment, food (they sometimes test things by giving you weird stuff and see if you eat it or not) and even many opportunities for socialization with the other human subjects. Honestly, it's not bad. Beats scrambling for money to pay rent. The newest addition to the human sample group though seems to be very discontent with their new abode. Are you helping them to escape, are you just tagging along for the ride, or are determined to stay in your cozy lab?

6

You are perfect nobility. Your family is hosting a ball to which all the most important members of the ton are invited. There's good food and drink, entertainment and music. You socialize and dance. You even go for a secret midnight swim in the deep fountain in the gardens. Many days are like this and you enjoy it. But one day something very peculiar happens: The ball is in full swing when you notice a person in very strange clothes just striding through the dance hall, never acknowledging the guest or the music but looking at a strange... device in their hands. When they aim to go upstairs towards your private living spaces you decide to follow them but they simply disappear. Were they a ghost? Are you hallucinating? For several days you see more strange figures, some of them in strange clothing, some of them in garments from the past. They never seem as ... corporal as the first one and at this point you fear you have lost your mind. Then the first intruder comes back and you can confront them. They seem awfully aghast when you politely ask them to leave.

Turns out, you are a ghost, reliving the last day of your life, and they are a ghost hunter from the future. The whole manor as you know it seems to crumble, polished floors become broken wood, the furniture disappears and the big chandelier lies demolished on the ground. You learn that the other figures are ghosts, like yourself, former inhabitants of the manor before and after you. And you meet them. They are as flabbergasted by this revelation as you were. The ghost hunter explains that they've been chasing a haunting spirit for some time now and they actually weren't intending to call forward you or the others. Do you all help them catch the evil ghost?

Inspired a little by the bbc chow "Ghosts".

#story ideas #another thing I thought of that would be better as a novel or movie probably is something about Fredericka “Marm” Mandelbaum #You should definitely read the wikipedia article about her #that's girlpower if you ask me

[selodka-pod-shuboy]

What Fear Entity would you assign to this song?

(Part 14 of my Playlists inspired by Fear Entities project)

Part one | Previous part | Next part

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #tma entities #tma entity-themed playlists #tma fears #the magnus institute #the web #the corruption #The hunt

[spritehouse]

On Repeat Prompts

(mostly angst) prompts inspired by my "on repeat" playlist on spotify!

Wrong People (Faye Webster) "Maybe I took what you said a little too. Maybe I took it just far enough." taken too far | arguments | "I didn't mean it like that"

Suspend Your Disbelief (Matt Maltese) "Maybe I'm just bones in a hell-bound motion" brought down to earth | insignificance/undervalued | "Nothing I do matters"

A Lot's Gonna Change (Weyes Blood) "Go back to a time when I was just a girl" matured/grew up too fast | innocence | "I was just a kid"

I'd have to think about it (Leith Ross) "I'm scared to death I'll scream your name" remeeting/re-entering someone's life | reunion | "I missed you"

A Dream With a Baseball Player (Faye Webster) "How did I fall in love with someone I don't know?" falling out of love | strangers | "I don't recognize you anymore"

Mortician (Matt Maltese) "I'll do my best to not romanticize" falling too quickly | blind adoration | "I love everything about you"

Andromeda (Weyes Blood) "Stop calling. It's time to let me be" sudden disconnection/isolation | ghosting | "This is for the best"

We'll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross) "You kissed me just to kiss me." gentle/intimate, non-sexual touches | touch aversion | "You're in control"

Is It Too Much To Ask (Faye Webster) "Maybe you'll give up and come home" one-sided attraction | distance | "I'll be right here."

Driving Just to Drive (Matt Maltese) "Maybe it meant nothing" silent car rides | leaving | "Where are we going?"

Salt Lake City (Etta Marcus & Matt Maltese) "This town doesn't suit you, this town doesn't suit me" leaving everything behind | starting over | "Will you come with me?"

Shotgun (Pomplamoose & dodie) "If you need me you know where I'll be" road trips | sightseeing | "We aren't lost" ("We're lost")

right side of my neck (Faye Webster) kisses at the door | goodbyes | "I miss you already"

Lobster (Matt Maltese) "People come and go, that's how it works" left behind | abandoned | "It's okay, I know."

In The Middle (dodie) "I held his hand like I held yours" still in love | moving on | "I still love you"

Not Strong Enough (boy genius) "I don't know why I am the way I am" proving yourself | dysfunctional | "I don't know why I'm like this"

Remember When (Faye Webster) "I remember when you were happy just to walk me to my car" lost excitement | mundane | "You used to make my heart race"

Studio 6 (Matt Maltese) "I remember one of those mornings, I reached out to wake you" learning to live without them | grief | "I see parts of them in everything"

Hate Myself (dodie) "I'm not magical, I can't read your mind" silent treatment | blame | "What did I do?"

Emily I'm Sorry (boy genius) "We can burn out in the freezing cold" mutual (self) destruction | unhealthy relationship | "I'm sorry."

Come to Atlanta (Faye Webster) "Why won't you come here to visit?" hidden relationship | shame | "You haven't told them about us?"

Sad Dream (Matt Maltese) "It seems a small price now that you've destroyed me" cutting ties | bad dreams | "Can we still be friends?"

Ready Now (dodie) "I'd forgotten people are kind" friendly face in a crowd | reaching out | "How did you know?"

Guts (Aiden Alexander) "You miss me. While I'm indifferent" one-sided relationship | manipulated | "I was using you."

old post from my drafts but i want to use some of these :)

#writing #writer #fic prompt #prompt list #dialogue prompt #whump prompt #writers of tumblr #writing prompt #writing prompts #lex prompts #shortmc

[unfriendlyamazon]

"top 5 lesbian couples in media" or "top 5 kaijou playlist songs"

i'm answering both because i do what i want

top 5 lesbian couples in media (a very biased list that will show my exact age)

Marceline/Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy (Batman the Animated Series)

Willow/Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Haruka/Michiru (Sailor Moon)

Luz/Amity (Owl House)

top 5 kaijou playlist songs

i have a lot of kaijou and ygo playlists in general but i do have some songs where i'm like that's it that's them

Bad 4 Us by Superfruit (ultimate KJ song the plot of every fic)

Teenage Millionaire by the Veronicas (a little goofy one but it makes me smile and i imagine it playing at the big dance ending of a high school au)

Make Out by Julia Nunes (a spotify algorithm play but it always makes me think of them)

Welcome to My Planet by Pomplamoose (this always makes me think of them)

I Know What You Like by Sizzy Rocket and chloe mk (the lyrics of this make me feel crazy the first verse alone could inspire a hundred fanfics)

#feeling pretty basic with this list but i've never not been a parody of myself

[creaturefeaster]

TELL US What songs you want to animate to! Pleasepleaseplease

I'm currently storyboarding to these new songs: Crescendo by Ashbury Heights and Mi Capitán by Kiltro.

I am planning on animating, in the future, to: Rules by The Hoosiers, Death by Æther Realm, Pretty Woman by Pomplamoose, and El Paso by Marty Robbins

All of the WIPs you've seen of other songs are still animations I work on when I feel like it, too. The inspiration comes and goes depending on the song, so I jump around to different WIPs a lot to keep momentum going.

#this was an ask from a couple of weeks ago #but just today is like the first time i think I've had free time to answer shit #in like weeks. #like i said those first two songs are just newer to the list of animations #i am still animating everything else little by little #would i get more done if i didnt have 1000 animation wips? yeah #will i fix this? no. #introduce me to a good song i can listen to on repeat on my walks #and soon enough I'll have another song on the to-do list bc i WILL imagine an animation to it i promise. #brambleramble

[morax-on-my-mind]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Alhaitham x Wander ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

➵ explain it at the coffee shop by ashton edminster

➵ give me your attention by candelion

➵ walk me home by pomplamoose, cimorelli

he is just like Mr. Darcy but worse, intelligent and very introverted, research into relationships, attempts to court that did not go well, papers and books on flowers, notes on coffee and snacks, everything but just telling her... until he finally does, just out with it instead of holding it in, a look of shock and a subtle look of hope, she softens takes his hand and smiles at him - "do you also feel the same? i won't know if you don't tell me" she sighs and says yes she feels the same as him, soon after library dates, napping in his office or in the sun, leaving work right on the dot to hold her in his arms, for a long time to come, his names for her were sunshine, blossom, beloved from the simple scribe or feeble scholar

Inspired by @mydiluc

#genshin impact #genshin #alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #pride and prejudice inspired #specifically pride and prejudice 2005 #alhaitham is mr darcy but with abs #this has been rotting my brain for the past two days #self ship #self ships #self ship with alhaitham #i am so sorry but oh well

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

the absolute untapped potential of a fic inspired by/based on "Bust Your Knee Caps (Johnny Don't Leave Me)" by Pomplamoose. anyways y'all know exactly what my next WIP will be about LMAO

#pomplamoose

[pb-dot]

WIP Character Introduction: Jake

The Blorbo Train continues this time with the point of view character and protagonist Jake. While I wouldn't go as far as to call him an author insert, I am definitely more in sync with his way of thinking than other characters in this book.

Jake isn't described as much in the book, apart from having wide shoulders and a fairly triangular body shape. I imagine him to be a bit of a "white guy protagonist standard"-type guy appearancewise, short brown hair, brown eyes, that kind of thing.

The story of Jake starts when his parents dying in the late days of the Coal Wars. As the last imperial government died a death of myriad cuts, Jake was raised in understaffed and underfunded orphanages that kept him fed, housed, and some level of schooled, but little more. As soon as he was allowed, Jake left those cold halls behind and tried to strike out on his own in the city.

Jake initially tried to get work as a clockmaker, the delicate and flourishing art of making clockwork contraptions, but found precious few openings for a no-name novice such as himself. The field of gearcrafting proved more welcoming, if nothing else because the backbreaking labor and dangers associated with smelting materials and the heavy machinery in use meant the turnover was considerably higher.

Despite not aiming to land there, Jake took to gearcrafting rather well, his can-do attitude and considerable strength made him popular among his superiors, if not his peers. Even so, it took a major shift in Jake's life, he would posit for the worse, for him to be promoted from novice to journeyman. This is where we find him at the start of the story.

Jake isn't quite as heavily inspired by other media as 13 is, but there are some paralells I could mention. As a person, Jake is a ruminator by nature, and his tendency to getting caught up in his own head feels very similar to Mahit Dzmare from A Memory Called Empire to me. Empire is a strong inspiration in general, but that's a topic for another day.

My current least favorite aspect of Jake's character is his name. I was never sure what to call him, a common problem I have while writing, so I went with Jake as kind of a placeholder. I chose Jake because it felt like the most generic protagonist-y name I could think of, much thanks to my voracious appetite for Animorphs books in my youth. The name has kind of stuck, and now I don't quite know if it's possible for me to change it at all. I guess it's an ok name, but as Jake has evolved from "just some guy" into a fairly fleshed-out character of his own, I grow increasingly self-conscious about the haphazard way I've named the boy.

As far as music that may be appropriate for Jake, I feel like the music that fits him is more vibe-based than my 13 music, but the fit is good. Jake in my mind fits pretty well with, and would probably love the melancholic tones of, Orville Peck. Dead Of Night, Come On Baby Cry, and Curse of the Blackened Eye especially. Some lighter fair such as Welcome to My Planet by Pomplamoose would probably not be entirely out of character either.

#wip wednesday #wip #the clockwork boy #hearts in clockwork #long reads #side blog is in the works

[kas-hiki]

The Return of the Curve - Short film by KASHIKI. Inspired by a scene in “Godard Mon Amour”. Song: Symphathique by Pomplamoose

[lil-bonzai]

https://shieldtheclouds.tumblr.com/

17/08/19

I was walking into town during the hour of twilight, listening to my new favourite song. Pomplamoose’s collaborative cover of Beautiful People sends shivers down my spine, and I just end up dancing to it in my spare time. 

Or when I’m walking alone on a bridge across the river. 

This poem combines a handful of experiences from that walk: 

Drunk people on a Saturday night

Recalling the beauty of the Bailey streets in Durham 

A cat ignoring me when I tried to call out to it 

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypRmbJdJsm4

#unconsciously poetic #poem #poetry #poetic #poets #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled poetry #my poetry #sunset #walking home #across bridges #pomplamoose inspired #beautiful people #was the song i was listening to when walking across the kingsgate bridge omw to tesco #pomplamoose #blue #gradient #lit #literature #write #writing

[build-stone]

oh shitd

#my shit posts #hermitcraft #tango tek #this is totally inspired by #bust your kneecaps by #pomplamoose! #wow thats in 3 tags shdfkjgkjs im dumb #blood tw #gore tw #almost forgot to tag those #cloudy's art

[byuntrash101]

Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 3

Pairing: Barista!Baekhyun x You Genre: Mafia!AU, action, angsttttt, smuttttt Tags: warning this part contains a cross over between LA privé showcase Baek (yes with the silk shirt) and blonde blooming days Baek and yes your heart will explode. Oh! and also oral (f), fingering (f), orgasm denial, dirty talkkkk (Baekhyun is nastyyy 🤪) unprotected sex, virginity loss, light degradation, corruption kink, sir kink, BIG cock, squirting, orgasm control, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹 🌻 Raiting: +18 Word count: 5.6k Summary: Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl. Concept: the inspiration comes from a song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: Hiiii!! There is the long awaited part 3. I decide to switch out my lay out to see if this was going to affect my visibility in the tags. I hope you guys like this part. It was very difficult to find the time to work on this part (even though i only had to proofread) BUT!! it's finally here and i'm prety pleased with it. Please support me with reblogs and comments if you can since my post don't seem to show in the tags (thx tumblr) you guys are all i have 💖 - Cat 😸

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You made sure everything was perfect for him, for Baekhyun. You gave a last look around the appartement to make sure everything was set and done. The gift you prepared for him was nicely wrapped and sat on the console in the hall. The kitchen was spotless, the budae jjigae was patiently simmering on the stove. The table was nicely set in the living room. You bought especially for the occasion a small round table, perfect for two.

You chose to make traditional Korean stew for a reason. Firstly, it was one of your signature dishes. And of course you wanted to impress Baekhyun. The second reason was much more practical… It required minimum attending. Once the sausages, onions and various vegetables were cut and placed in the pot you were able to actually take care of the bigger workside that is to say your appearance. Your main goal: NOT to look like a psycho bloodthirsty mobster.

When the food was simmering away you were finally able to take a nice hot and thorough shower. This step was the most important one. It was top priority to get the blood from underneath your nail plate and the irony smell out of your hair. Most people don’t know but the smell of blood when you’re confined with it in such a tight space for so long, can really stick to oneself. So you scrubbed yourself meticulously. You used your favorite berry scented shampoo and you finally felt fresh when you hopped out the shower.

You wanted to impress Baekhyun. That much was true, yes. But not only with your cooking skills. You wanted to wow him. You pestered for a good half an hour on what you should or rather what you should not wear. After trying countless combinations you settled on a cute flowy summer dress. But unlike the ones you wear most of the time this one was more singed at the waist and under your breast which lifted their shape slightly, it looked flirty but not revealing either. Well behaved but not muted.

The print accentuated the feminine aspect of it. It had a beautiful nude color with deep burgundy red roses on it. At the hips the dress switched from being close-fitted to a nice flowey round skirt which gracefully floated to the middle of your thighs revealing just enough skin to want to see more. With this you paired a beautiful pair of high heeled sandals with thin brown leather straps that wrap around your ankles and slightly up your calves. The shoes elongated your legs and gave that extra sultry vibe to the look.

To dress up your decolletage you chose a fine gold chain with a discreet single diamond pendant and small gold button earrings.

You were not very used to wearing makeup but you still managed to whip up a natural look with discreet gold eyeshadow at the center of your lids, illuminated complexion with a pop of concealer and blush. And a cherry lip gloss that added a nice highlight and made your lips appear fuller.

You figured you might as well wear your hair in an updo because you knew you were going to continue cooking and you didn’t want to constantly keep brushing the hair out of your eyes. Plus that hairdo would allow your earrings to be shown.

Finally as the last (and maybe most important) step you picked your favorite perfume to finish off the look. An expensive and sensual fragrance of exquisite jasmine, sandalwood and mirabelle, a fragrance you would have to import directly from Sicily everytime you would run out.

And with that the look was complete. Nervousness suddenly hit you when you were finally done and your mind had nothing to think about but the incredibly handsome, infinitely gorgeous and astonishingly good looking man that was shortly arriving to take your virginity.

Your guts contorted into a tight knot when you thought about the eventuality of this late evening… Thankfully the sultry lingery set that you were wearring contrasted nicely with the cute dress you picked out. That gave you enough confidence to shake your head and puff your chest in the mirror. You smiled to yourself tucking away a rebellious strand of hair back in your bun.

When suddenly the awaited (and dreaded) doorbell rang. The whole appartement fell silent. Not even the boiling jjigae dared to make noise. Not even the busy Seoul streets. Not even your thumping heart.

“It’s okay y/n…” you breathed in and out deeply, closing your eyes and laying a trembling hand on your chest “you’re going to be fine”.

You walked or rather staggered to the front door to open up. When your feeble hand pulled on the doorknob and you laid eyes on him you held on tight to the poor metal handle just to make sure you were still holding onto reality.

Because there was no way in all heavens that Baekhyun wasn’t just an angel sent from above to grace you.

He was out of this world. He was wearing a white and navy silk shirt with text prints on it, even though it was a button down Baekhyun cunningly chose to not fasten many of them. The silver chains dangling low on his chest inexorably pulled your gaze down to the thin skin between his pecs (which he didn't fail to notice of course). He paired the shirt with tight black jeans that were perfectly hugging his robust thighs, the slim cut making his legs appear even longer. The fact that he wasn’t wearing that brown apron to hide away all these gorgeous features was completely and utterly unfair to your frail and inexperienced heart.

When you mustered the courage to finally look at his face the single dangling earring caught your eye first then the trendy black metal circled glasses and the slicked back blonde hair and finally the small smirk that was playing on his lips and when he noticed the slight tremble of your lip.

He looked absolutely deadly…

“You don’t look bad either” he said, practically reading your mind. His eyes trailing from the high heeled sandals and working their way up your legs to the stem of the dress to the curve of your waist to the fine gold chain resting on your collarbones and finally your eyes.

You thickly gulped down while he licked his lips seductively.

“May I come in?” he asks while stepping into your personal space. You catch a faint whiff of his cologne before you clumsily stumble back to let him in while he steps into the hall. A rich, earthy smell of burnt wood and vanilla, and of course, the sub aroma of coffee.

You tried your hardest not to decompose before his eyes and rapidly started speaking just to keep your mind from wandering too far.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses” you blurted out, speaking of the first thing that came to your mind.

“Well yeah… I have terrible eyesight” he said while squinting adorably and bringing his face close to yours. “I figured I might wear them to make sure I can see how pretty you were. '' He said, his face coming dangerously close to you and your heart started to race when your eyes trailed down to his pink pouty lips, instantly reminded of their soft cushiony feeling on yours. “Naah… I’m just joking” he said standing back up straight chuckling to himself, satisfied of sweeping you off your feet with only a supported look in your direction. “I only wore them for fashion” he wiggled his eyebrows amusingly and you laughed along with the much needed comedic relief.

“Well anyways it smells so good in here. What did you cook up for me baby?” he said, his deep voice dripping with honey. You definitely love it when he calls you baby.

“I made army stew” you shyly replied, averting his gaze.

“Oh I love a good budae jjigae” he says excitedly, eyes creasing cutely.”But” he spotted the wrapped box on the console. “What's that?” he pointed at the box.

“Oh I almost forgot” you swiftly grabbed the box and handed it to him. “I got this for you”

“For me?” he pointed at himself while delicately taking the box with his other hand.

“Yeah”

He carefully pulled on the knots and untied the ribbons then ripped the wrapping to uncover a brand new high end smartphone.

“Y/n… Are you serious?”

You couldn't make of Baekhyun’s reaction. He didn’t look happy, which was a surprise. Actually you can't tell what he feels at all.

“Well…I… I thought that this was better than your old phone that can’t even display your number when you call or send text. Sooo… I figured I might as well get you a new one” you sounded apologetic, almost regretful.

“Thank you” he finally said, beaming at you with such brightness.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah of course it’s just that you shouldn't have… these are pricey” he said instinctively checking for the tag on the box.

“Don’t worry it’s not much for me” you carelessly said, which Baekhyun doesn’t seem to hear.

You proceeded to step in the living room. And Baekhyun was instantly taken aback by the luxury of the room.

“Y/n you told me you lived in an apartment! Not a penthouse!” He exclaimed, eyes dashing all over, taking in the opulence of the place. You laughed at his cute reaction. It’s true that you’ve been so accustomed to nice things that you don’t even notice them anymore.

“My dad got it for me recently” You said bashfully scratching the back of your head. And even if Baekhyun couldn’t possibly guess with that phrase alone what kind of activity your family was involved in, your guts still twisted in worry. The fact that this place was a gift from your father was the exact reason why it was so extravagant.

Your dad lived in a big mansion just outside the city, every corner of the place had rococo decor. Big Renaissance fountains and statues in the hall. Gold plated plumbing in the many bathrooms, high ceilings, black russian marble on the floor. The house was so conspicuous about the wealth of the people residing in it that it felt almost like a parody.

You on the other hand were the complete opposite. You always thought you got this from your mother. Before she died you lived with her in Sicily. You occupied a nice, rather big it’s true, villa. The place was comfortable and spacious but it was rather minimalistic. Nothing sparkled with gold and diamonds. It was more elegant. That's what you liked most. That was why, for instance, you wore discreet and modest looking clothes even if they were designer and made from the finest fabric they were still wearable and unnoticeable for the unseasoned eye.

So even if your dad made tremendous efforts not to slip into his faults, the appartement still had his personal grandiose touch.

“How about I let you have a stroll around the place while I serve the food?” you suggested with a smile and Baekhyun was quick to agree, almost instantly disappearing in the corridor.

While you were busy serving him a generous portion of stew you heard him yell from afar.

“That jacuzzi looks amazing!!!”

You chuckled to yourself and proceeded to serve yourself a bowl too.

“Y/n, I found that in one of the bedrooms.” he said holding a gold watch.

“Yeah it’s my father’s" you said, stirring the stew with the chopsticks while Baekhyun got seated.

“This gold rolex is your father's?” oddly, his voice sounded harsh which made you look up at him. His eyes are once again unfathomable, he stares back at you with that blank expression you can’t read.

“Yeah, he helped me move around some furniture in my bedroom and he forgot it here”

Baekhyun set the watch to the side. And when he lifted his eyes up again, their usual glow was back.

“I mean the apartment… the rolex...What does he do for a living?”

Your heart stopped.

The question made you freeze for a second as you sunk a piece of sausage to the bottom of the bowl, doing your best to not look suspicious of anything. Even if you prepared for that it still took you aback.

“Well, you know, it’s a small family business” you just vaguely responded, keeping your eyes on the stew.

“Well looks like business is really good” he said, opening his mouth wide, laughing with that crystal clear laugh that you love so much. A sound that melts the anxiety of the loaded question right away. Then he brought a big spoon full of the broth to his mouth. He didn't even bother blowing on it and shoved it in his mouth, closed his eyes and frowned. You couldn't tell whether it was because he got third degree burnt or because the taste of the broth was horrendous.

“So how is it?” you hesitantly asked, nervousness seeping from your word.

“Delicious! Oh my god!! Wow.” He went right away for seconds. “The food is too distracting right now but don't go thinking I didn’t catch you changing the subject” he said with a mouthful while you giggled awkwardly.

It filled your heart to the brim to see him enjoy the food you prepared with love for him.

“Well eat your heart out because I made six servings” you laughed joyfully. Then you heard a buzzing sound. Immediately Baekhyun set his chopsticks and spoon down to get his old phone out of his pockets. His eyes briefly swept through the screen, maybe reading a text before he shoved it back in his pocket and merily went back to spoon out some of the borth.

“Wooow” he exclaimed again, smacking his lips.

You laughed again.

Baekhyun ended up taking three full bowls of jjigae you never noticed before because you never stuck around in the shop long enough but when he eats he cutely hums songs happily as he stuffs his cheeks full. Baekhyun is not the shy eater type. He will try to fit 3 pieces of pork belly at once in his mouth and succeed most of the time which was an impressive skill.

The whole evening was going rather smoothly. Baekhyun was easy going and fun to hang out with. You almost forgot why he was here and what this night was leading to. You felt at ease with him. Happily chatting away, listening to his funny nonsense or complaining about annoying customers or even giving you interesting anecdotes on how he started his business. You loved the way his eyes lightened up when he was talking about what pasionnated him.

Baekhyun truly was a businessman. He knew about the stakes of good suppliers, customer relations and general management. Baekhyun showed great promise and you knew that in time, he would make a great head of the family by your side. The ruthlessness of your particular field of work was the only thing he was missing but there was plenty of time for that, plenty of time to ease him into the family business. And now definitely wasn’t the time.

But then your train of thought was interrupted by his phone, again.

Punctually his phone would buzz in his pocket and most of the time, he would ignore it but sometimes he would take it out and type a brief response.

Who is it?

The question was burning your lips and you wanted to ask so badly but your father didn’t raise you to be nosey. In fact, he raised you to be the exact opposite so you kept your indiscreet mouth shut.

As Baekhyun set his phone back in his pocket he raised his eyes back to you.

“Don’t worry baby it’s no one important”

Is he reading your mind ?

“Just checking the time you know” your heart sunk in your stomach. You immediately looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. Almost midnight, it read.

“Sorry I should let you head home” you must be boring him you thought to yourself. Of course you were.

“No” he said, his voice shifting again, reminding you of the tone he used in the shop just yesterday. “I was just wondering when it was going to be time for desert”

Fuck…

Your heart jumped from the bottom of your stomach to your throat, over excitedly pumping boiling blood and adrenaline through your veins, making your cheeks and chest burn.

“Are you blushing baby girl?” he whispered while he leaned in over the table closing in the distance between you. “You’re so fucking cute”.

“Thank you” you squeaked, embarrassing yourself which made Baekhyun chuckle.

“Are you daydreaming about all the nasty stuff I texted you about?” you stayed frozen solid as you lost track of yourself in his dark brown orbs. He kept on leaning in, you licked your lips nervously and Baekhyun’s eyes instantly shifted down to them.

“You want me to make your dreams come true Princess?” Now his lips were grazing over your wet ones. This simple little touch sent a shot of electrifying sparks in your core. You nodded your head slowly.

“Say it” he whispered even quieter now as his warm hand slipped beneath the table and under your flowy dress, fingertips brushing over the thin skin of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but let out a meek little whimper which made him smirk. “Say it, princess” he repeated, his hand continuing to progress on your thigh until he reached the delicate lace lining of your panties. Not quite touching you yet. So close but yet so far.

“Please make my dream true, sir” you huffed, giving in, surrendering yourself without putting up much of a fight.

“Good girl"

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, prying your mouth open to taste you, not letting you time to protest but even if you could have it was never your intention. You waited long enough for that. And you chose him. With him it finally felt right.

Baekhyun’s pointer finger pressed precisely on your clit, applying pleasurable pressure on it, making you gasp and bang your knee on the table, nearly knocking over your half full bowl. as he put more pressure on it. Not giving you the satisfaction of friction just yet. Just driving you even crazier with desire. So in a shameful and unpremeditated reflex you bucked your hips against his single finger.

Immediately he retracted his hand and broke the kiss. You bit your lips in regret as you opened your eyes back up to look at him. A familiar evil twinkle was dancing in his eyes.

“What a naughty girl” he wrapped a firm hand around your nape. “Grinding her little pussy against me like this” the remark made you blush in embarrassment.

“Blushing again?” he asked, this time practically growling. “You’re really trying to make me go insane.”

At once he got up, making his chair fall back, he harshly lifted you up by the arm and flipped you over his shoulder with ease. Caring your body like it was nothing but a mear feather.

He walked through the living room and hall with big strides and tossed you on the bed, earning a yelp from you. He didn’t even bother to switch on the light, only keeping the door open, the lighting from the hall making the atmosphere incredibly intimate.

“Take this flimsy dress off. Now. Keep the heels” his tone was demanding and impatient. So much so that even the crippling fear of what you were about to do was swept away and replaced by the fear of disobeying your master’s orders.

You opened the zip in the back of your dress and just let it slide off your body, revealing the burgundy lingerie set you carefully picked out for him.

“Fuck" he swore under his breath as his eyes trailed down your high heeled scadals to the curved you thighs and your chest hidden away in the beautiful bra and finally to your glistening collarbones.

You swallowed thickly at the sight of the tent he was so visibly pitching in his pants, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Fucking lace?” he asked, hands going to the navy blue silk shirt. “Only sluts wear lace” he grunted rapidly, shedding every piece of clothing he had. Even the tight boxers, making his thick and hard cock spring up and stand tall.

He looked glorious, the light from the hall was casting his large shadow on the wall, the silver chains and necklaces hanging low on his chest pulling your eyes further down to the incredible cock you were so vividly remembering from yesterday, your mouth instinctively watering.

“Spread your legs” he ordered and you did. Fat cock in hand he stood on his knees and harshly pulled on your hips to take you closer to him, you let out another whimper.

His hot tip touched your clothed little pussy, aiming directly at the sensitive bud. Baekhyun took a wicked pleasure in making teasing slow circles. As close to you as he was, the miniscule ply of fabric between you was way too much. So you whimpered again.

When his tip pressed on you, you suddenly got nervous.

“Please… I-... Baekhyun… I’ve never” you stumbled on your words.

“Don’t worry princess” he smiled reassuringly at you “I’ll make you nice and ready for me”.

He pulled on your legs and brought your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He laid gentle kisses on your pubic bone before catching the lace between his teeth. He looked back up at you with the same eyes you saw in the shop, the same blazing desire that made your center quiver in anticipation.

He slid the panties down to your ankles where it hung on one of your feet.

“Will you be a good girl for me baby ?” he asked, voice strained and heavy while he eyed down your thighs tightly pressed together.

“Y-yes sir” you murmured, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.

“Then let me see your beautiful little pussy and spread your legs for me baby.”

With a shaky breath you parted your thighs slowly and as your knees got further and further apart Baekhyun’s smirk got wider and wider.

“Fuck” he breathed out eyes fixed on your aching, quivering center. His breath tickled your intimate parts as he leaned in. “Dessert is fucking served” he whispered before digging in. Instantly, he aimed his tongue at the swollen bud.

The contact of his wet and cool tongue made you arch your back, sinking your head back in the plushy mattress.

“Fuck you taste so good babydoll” he said not parting himself from you, vibrations pulling a sharp breath out your trembling lips.

This feels different from anything you’ve ever done to yourself; it has no comparison at all.

“You like my mouth on your soaked little pussy?” he asked teasingly, slowing down the pace, gently sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Yes, sir” you cried out, taking out the frustration of this slow pace onto the sheets, fisting them angrily.

“What about this?” he slipped one slender finger inside your narrow little pussy. Your lips rounded up in surprise as you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face.

“Fuck” you swore when you felt his blunt nail pushed deep inside you, rubbing circles on your sweet spot.

“Aw baby! Does that feel good?”

You only nodded as a response, your eyes starting to prickle with tears as he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace to a point where you couldn’t help but to let small whimpers fill out the space between the two of you.

“Aw baby you’re so cute getting overwhelmed with just one finger” he chuckled. “Are you sure your virgin little pussy can handle me?” Once again your distressed mind is unable to come up with words to form an answer but this time he stopped when you didn’t reply anything back.

“Yes!! Yes!!” you breathed out hurriedly when you felt the peasure gradually lessen, deserepatly, longing for him to finger fuck you again.

“What a good girl” he said as he slipped another finger inside.

“Oh my god” you cried again, this time you couldn't help two big tears to roll down your burning cheeks. You felt yourself deliciously stretch to his liking. One finger was easy but two was something else. A dull and muted pain made you wince. Baekhyun moved very gently, taking his time to stretch you properly. When you started to relax he leaned in again to wrap his mouth around your swollen clit.

“Fuck baby you taste delicious” he growled. Gradually the pain turned into pleasure and he picked up the pace again. Fingers furiously pumping in and out of you while his tongue skilfully circled your clit. Everything worked perfectly together like well oiled machinery. Rapidly taking you to your peak like an ever ascending rollercoaster.

“Are you going to cum my princess?” Baekhyun teased you.

“Yes!!” you almost screamed, nails digging at the mattress, practically tearing the sheets.

“I’ve never seen a virgin cunt so fucking eager” he said while digging one pointy tooth on your clit, pulling a loud gasp off your lips, making your walls throb around his diggits. “Fuck! What a dirty little cunt you have here. Sucking on my finger like this” he picked up the pace again and combined with the dirty talk you were done for.

But he abruptly pulled his fingers out your desperate little pussy.

“No baby” he said firmly “Good girls only cum on my cock”

Instantly you missed how full he was making you feel but nonetheless you nodded. Ready to comply with anything and everything Baekhyun said, completely wrapped around his fingers.

When he got back up his length was beet red, precum dripping down his shaft as the thick member twitched menacingly. He gripped you down and tossed you further on the bed, making room for himself between your parted thighs.

He gathered your wetness coating the tip and the shaft with your overflowing juices. Your heart loudly thumped in your chest when you peeked at the huge hard cock making its way to your entrance.

“S-should we use protection?” you stuttered. Baekhyun looked up at you again, his eyes were puzzled for a second.

“Aren't you on the pill?” he asked, lying still on top of you.

“Humm… Yeah” you said, averting your eyes.

That was a big fat lie

“But I mean still…” you continued hazardously. Mischief returned in Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Don't you trust me, Princess?” he started to rub small and teasing circles on your clit with his blazing hot and raw tip, you bit your lip down trying not to moan.

“Aaah… Y-Yes I do” you whimpered, pleasure making you forget about all your concerns.Well almost of all of them. Because when Baekhyun pressed his tip at your entrance you questioned him again.

“Will it fit?” you finally asked the question burning your lips, the one that has been stirring your stomach inside out ever since you got to witness the width and length of Baekhyun. Ever since you first gagged on his big fat cock.

Baekhyun’s mischievousness is gone. Only burning, raging desire filled his dark orbs now.

“Don’t worry baby… I’ll make sure it fits”

With that he finally pushed himself past your entrance.

The first few centimeters are the most painful. The thick head of the member, stretching your untouched pussy to a level you never thought could be possible. You winced in pain and bit down on your lip, eyes tightly shut. Slowly but surely Baekhyun found the bottom of you, finally linking your hips and his.

Your legs trembled when you felt his breath tickle the crook of your neck. The pain was unbearable, making your eyes water once again and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight Princess” he growled in your ear while tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re so big… It hurts” you let out in a small sob, trying your best to accept him in your inexperienced center.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll feel good soon” he said gently brushing a strand of hair away. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise”

He gently pulled out almost completely, only the very tip of him was still hanging from your core. And he pushed back in, as gently as before. This time around was a little less painful and you were able to keep your eyes open just to see his face beautifully contort in pleasure as his eyebrows both met on his forehead. He bit on his lip, grunting while he filled you up again.

When his tip, pushed deep inside you, started to rub against your sweet spot, goosebumps erupted from your skin, the unexpected pleasure pulled a moan out of your strained throat.

He repeated the process each time it felt a little better, each time a little bit faster. Until it felt actually divine. You can’t believe how he got you screaming his name in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck baby, you like my cock this much?” he breathed out, half moaning as he furiously pounded into you.

“Yes Sir”

“Fuck what a fucking slut you are. Virgin cunt dripping and gripping on my cock like this?” he grunted nails digging at our sides. “Say you’re my little slut”

“I’m your little slut Sir”

“Good girl” he growled. “That’s right you’re mine. Only mine” he rewarded you with more punishing and divine thrusts inside your exhausted little body.

“Please” you cried out.

“Please what?” he said, not sparing any rest to your pussy.

“Please Sir let me cum” you sniffled, out of breath.

“What a good girl, begging like a good little whore” he said smirking at your miserable state while your pussy once again flirted with the edge. “You’ll only cum when I’ll tell you too”

“Pleaseee” you begged again, knowing you couldn't go on for long.

One of his hands left your waist to grab a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling on it. The sting made your core clench, gripping even harder on every centimeters of Baekhyun’s thick cock pounding inside you to rearrange your guts.

“Are you that fucking deseperate for my cum?” he growled, unforgiving hips still smashing yours.

“Yes please give me your cum” you begged him, knowing his release also meant yours.

“You want to milk my cum to the last drop right, slut?”

“Yes I’m a little slut hungry for your cum Sir” you moaned out, screaming and panting. This time you couldn’t hold it back.

“Cum for me. Now!” Baekhyun ordered and you gladly complied. Finally letting go of the knot that has been building up in your core for what felt like days. You felt the gushing of your cum being sprayed out of your core, soaking Baekhun’s muscular chest and the sheets. The overwhelming feeling took over you, rushing burning heat from your core to your chest, neck and face. The powerful orgasm swept you off your feet like never before. Never you were able to give yourself something similar.

“Oh my god Yes I’m cumming” you cried out while Baekhyun growled and pumped you full of piping hot cum, filling you up and eventually overflowing in a cascade completely coating your shapeless little pussy all the way down to your ass.

His thrusts gradually became more shallow as he hung his jaw open, finally grasping his own release. When he pulled out you felt a pool of your mixed up cum forming underneath you as Baekhyun crashed next to you.

“Fuck” he panted next to you before reaching out to you and nesting your exhausted and worned out body between his arms.

It doesn't take long before you both wandered off into a deep slumber, your heated cheeks resting against his damp chest, his calm heartbeats playing a soothing lullaby to your ears.

You are surprised to wake up all by yourself the next morning. For a second you imagined that all of this was just a dream. But it was before you shifted on your side and felt the slimy results of last night still coating your thighs and the soreness deep inside your core.

So maybe he just bailed on you…

Of course he did, he used you to get what he wanted and left. How could it have been different? He is perfect in every way amd you're just so… bland. So maybe this was your best shot at him. That was what your insecurities told you.

But right when worry was taking over your frantic heart your phone buzzed.

Last night was amazing, babygirl. Sorry I had to leave to open up shop… Maybe don’t come or call today because I’ll be too busy and I can’t afford to get distracted by your cute little face. It’ll be hard enough to think of your stunning naked body under me or the cute little sounds that you make when you beg me… Fuck i’m already geting of track anyways… I’ll text you later baby.

ily

-Baekhyun

Wait… ily as in “I love you” this is the best day ever… and he used the phone. And finally Baekhyun has a name in your phone too. He didn't have to think for too long when you thought his beautiful warm caramel brown doe eyes it felt like an evidence.

Bambi 🦌

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Viens, Embrasse moi (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request by @husherstan​: One Shot with Bucky Barnes in which he and the reader are spies. Idk if you watched The Man From Uncle - American and Russian spies together to get an intel. They hate each other and have all that sexual tension. Based on the song ,,Les Yeux Noirs" by Pomplamoose (I have no idea what the lyric says) where they dance to prove who is the best.

Words: 4.689 words

A/N: I spent the last couple of days listening to tango, Pomplamoose and the ost of tfatws, I guess I was inspired coz this is super long so be aware. Thank you for that request - I’m really self-conscious about my writing so I’ll hope you’ll it! (ps: the title mean “come and kiss me”)

The mission was simple. Get inside the mansion during a fancy party by some rich man, retrieve valuable informations about Hydra’s whereabouts and get the hell out of there. Steve had decided to pair Bucky and Y/N for this. Two spies with specific skillsets that he knew would get the job done. This is why they had landed in Paris earlier that day.

They had taken a hotel room inside the infamous Le Meurice, courtesy of Tony Stark. He thought it was hilarious to provoke them since he knew they didn’t particularly like each other. That was what everybody thought, except Natasha. She had told Y/N she could see right through their games. The frustration and the tension together were a ticking time bomb that would either lead to one of them dead or both of them in a bed.

They hadn’t talked to each other the whole flight, they were too busy studying the blueprints of the mansion they would infiltrate, rehearsing their role and getting into character to care about annoying one another.   Bucky had ditched the uniform for a white shirt and a black tie. His suit jacket slung over a chair next to the luxurious bathroom where Y/N was getting ready.

“What is taking you so long ?” Bucky complained as he sat on the bed, putting on his cuffs.

He heard the bathroom door opening behind him.

“Gotta look the part if we want to blend in” The woman smirked.

The moment he saw her, he froze. If there was an undeniable truth he would never lie about, it was her haunting beauty. She was breathtaking. She had chosen to wear a provocative dress that night, a dark shade of green falling of her shoulders, putting the tattoo on her back on full display. It was made of silk, so soft Bucky swore he could feel his fingertips aching to run through the material. The high-length skirt sat perfectly on her curves and the Sergeant gulped when his eyes trailed down her leg. The dress was slit to the middle of her thigh. He could almost see the knife strapped around her muscles, hidden just under the satin gown. His gaze finally stopped on her high heels, admiring the whole outfit. She looked feminine yet deadly and had a confident glow, a radiance he could feel across the room. She was captivating.

She sniggered, pleased by his reaction. Like a wolf hunting his prey, she walked up to him without hurry. He was still sitting on the bed, his eyes glued to her body, following her every move. His mouth was dry, no word were enough to describe how mesmerizing he thought she looked. Without breaking their gaze, she started to undo his tie. Making it roll agonizingly slow around his neck, she tossed it on the bed. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat when she opened up the first two buttons of his shirt.  

“That’s better” She whispered, adjusting his collar. He shivered when her fingers grazed his skin and tried to hide it with a cough, but she could see right through him.

“You look …”

“What ?” She coyly cut him, a hint of defiance in her voice. “Sexy ? Ravishing ? Yeah, I know”

She had a glint in her eyes he couldn’t miss. She was enjoying his bewilderment.

“Pick up your jaw off the floor, Barnes. We’ve got work to do”

And with one last cheeky smile, she was on her way out. He shook his head vigorously, swearing under his breath, before grabbing his jacket and following her to their rental car.

Nestled in the woodland, away from the noises of the city, was the mansion. It wall all concrete and tall glass windows. The architecture made it seem a few centuries old and Y/N stopped for a short moment to admire the gigantic house surrounded by trees.

“And here I thought nothing could impress you” Bucky joked as he noticed her interest.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, letting him lead her to the entrance. Before they could step inside the venue, a man in a grey suit stopped Bucky, putting a hand on his chest to prevent him from coming in. The Sergeant tensed, hoping he hadn’t been recognized. He had told Steve earlier that day that it might be a mistake to send him inside a place filled by Hydra agents. Even with the fresh haircut, somebody that knew the Winter Soldier could have easily recognized him.

“Votre invitation, Monsieur “ (your invite sir)

Bucky didn’t move an inch. He coldly starred back at the man, not understanding a single word of french.

“Il est avec moi” (he’s with me) Y/N quickly answered.

As soon as the man turned to look at her, his whole demeanor changed. With a smirk on his face, he eyes the woman up and down. By the way he licked his lips and he puffed his chest, she could easily guess he liked what he saw. She faintly heard Bucky grunt but ignored it. Seductively, she put a hand on the stranger’s shoulder and brought her face near to his.

“Pour être tout à fait honnête, il n’est pas de très bonne compagnie” (if i’m honest, he’s not very good company) She told him without a trace of an accent.

The man snickered.

“Puis-je demander le nom d’une si belle créature ?” (can I ask the name of such a beautiful creature?)

She smiled, pretending to be pleased to talk to him.

“Eléonore Charbonnier” She introduced herself with a name that wasn’t her own, faking shyness.

“Bienvenue, Madame Charbonnier. C’est un plaisir de vous avoir parmi nous ce soir” (Welcome, Miss Charbonnier. It’s a pleasure to have you tonight) He replied, bringing her hand to his lips before kissing it lightly.

She was playing with her hair, drawing his attention and Bucky didn’t like one bit to just stand there, silent, without a clue of what they were talking about.

“Tout le plaisir est pour moi” (The pleasure is all mine) She attractively responded with a lopsided grin.

She exchanged one last look with the french man and took a step inside. Bucky followed her closely, but not without one last threatening stare toward the stranger.

“That went smoothly” She congratulated herself.

“What ? You flirting with him or him eye-fucking you ?”

She laughed at his irritation.

“Such a potty mouth you have, Sergeant” She joked.

He responded with an unpleasing grunt before offering her his arm as they stepped into what seemed to be a ballroom. The place was enormous with a checkered floor contrasting with the golden walls. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the ceiling, illuminating the room while marble pillars surrounded it, carrying a large upstairs balcony. The place was already filled with wealthy people, all potentials investors for Hydra. Bucky glanced around the room, trying to spot the organization’s agents hiding among the guests.

“How are we going to get to the second floor ?” Y/N asked him discreetly.

“We mingle”

She raised an eyebrow.

“That’s your plan ?”

They were aware of the noises and the crowd but even more so of the curious stares in their direction.

“Alright” She shrugged. “Let’s dance”

“No” He quickly replied, which made her smile.

She turned to look at him and playfully tilted her head.

“No as in you can’t dance … or you don’t want to ?” She elatedly riposted.

“Both” He grunted, quickly glancing at anything but her.

He groaned when he saw how amused she was by the situation.

“My, my … and here I thought there was nothing Bucky Barnes couldn’t do”

He took a tentative step toward her, placing his metal hand on the small of her back. They were now inches apart and the attraction between them became a tangible thread in the air before any of them could speak a word.

“Now is not the time to play, doll” He muttered. She didn’t know if it was his tone, his proximity or his hand moving slightly lower, but she felt the premises of desire starting to form in the pit of her stomach.

“Steve should’ve paired me with Sam. At least he’s fun” She provocatively replied.

Her answer had an immediate response. He instantly stepped back, removing his hand from her body. She watched him closely, pleased when he pursed his lips with exasperation.

“You owe me a dance” She added and winked at him.

He gave her a dirty look and she chuckled before looking around the room, trying to think of something to get upstairs without being noticed.

“There’s literally one guard blocking the access” She stated seriously.

“Think you can distract him ?” Bucky asked.

“Consider it done.”

With one last glance, she moved to one of the waiter, grabbing a glass of champagne. Leaving Bucky behind, she took a sip of her beverage, seductively playing with her hair, swaying her hips until she was almost in front of her target. She knew he was already looking at her, she could feel his eyes on her body. Pretending to lose her balance right when he was next to her, she let him catch her in his arms.

“Oh my god ! I’m so sorry !” She apologized.

“Are you alright, Madame ?” He asked her with a thick accent.

“Yes, just a bit dizzy” She answered with an alluring chuckle.

She noticed his hands on her hips, she knew he didn’t let them there to keep her steady. When she looked up at him, she purposely bit her lips and placed a strategic hand on his arm. She saw the man gulp and smiled. It was working.

“You look …” He didn’t finish his sentence but instead put one of his hand way lower than it should have been. If it was anybody else, she would have break every fingers of that hand, but right now, it was exactly the reaction she was hoping for.

She glanced back at Bucky, who was fuming. The guard caught that and tried to turn his head to see what was distracting her, but before he could do that, she kissed him. Slowly, without an ounce of passion and with force she pressed her body against his. Her eyes stayed open, and she watched Bucky taking advantage of the situation by sneaking behind the french man and quickly getting upstairs. Once she was sure he was out of sight, she took a step back. She cleared her throat, smoothing her dress.

“I should go freshen up” She shyly told him, fluttering her lashes.

“There’s a bathroom upstairs” He offered.

She smirked. She knew her plan would work.

“Merci” (thank you) She told him with a fake accent.

She climbed the stairs, pretending to look for something, while the guard resume his position. Bucky was already waiting for her in the hallway, standing against a wall where no one could spot them.

“Did you have to kiss him ?” He inquired, infuriated, as she joined him.

“If I remember correctly, you told me to distract him”

“With your lips ?” He ironically continued.

She chuckled, her fingers fiddling with his jacket. She slowly leaned toward him, her red lips tentatively grazing his cheek.

“Careful, Barnes, one might think you’re jealous” She whispered against his ear.

He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t get jealous, doll”

She smirked, lowering her eyes on his lips.

“You keep telling yourself that”

“I’m just saying …” He kept talking as they walked to their destination. “Stop flirting with every man we come across”

“Is that an order, Sergeant ?” She knew she was on thin ice and she loved every minute of it.

He groaned. He was exasperated and she could see how much it drove him crazy. It had been that way for months now, they were always bickering, ready to bite each others head off.

Walking strategically through the corridor, they knew exactly where they were going. They had studied the place. Behind one of the doors was Hydra secret files on the super soldier serum and their experiment to create more Winter Soldier. The mission was to retrieve those informations to thwart their plan.

They had no trouble finding what they were looking for. From outside, what seemed to be an abandoned storage room was in fact a huge chamber with computer equipments and piles of files. For a second, Y/N thought it was unusual there was no one to guard the place before she silently followed Bucky inside. While he was looking through the papers, she took the flash drive she had hidden in her cleavage and plugged it into a computer. It was a malware designed by Stark to discreetly sneak inside their files, break every firewall and find their secret without leaving a trace.

“Anything interesting ?” She interrogated Bucky while Stark’s program was doing its magic.

He looked up from what he was reading and she visibly saw him gulp and shut the file he had in his hands.

“Nothing that I didn’t know of already”

She eyed him suspiciously.

“Why don’t I believe you ?” She accused him, backing up against a desk.

“Because you're a spy” He answered truthfully. “You don’t trust anyone but yourself”

She hummed.

“And that’s exactly why I know you’re hiding something” She continued, crossing her arms at his reluctancy.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. She could see his jaw tightening and his fists clenching. For some reason, he was getting angry at her. She tilted her head, curious at his reaction. Without a word, she raised an arm, opening her hand. It was a silent request to give her the file he was reading, which he eventually did.

She started to read and realized it wasn’t about the Winter Soldier initiative but about the Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and what had happened to him in details after he fell off a train in 1945. She didn’t go through the end of the first page and shut it before handling back to the man in front of her.

“You’re not reading it ?” He questioned.

“No. If you want to talk about it, you will.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need to know the details of a procedure you’d rather forget”

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her actions. He was expecting her to be more curious and try to prey informations out of him, but instead she just stood there and gave him an honest smile.

“Don’t look so flabbergasted, Barnes. I might be a spy but I’m not cruel”

“It’s just … I wasn’t expecting that”

“Expecting what ?” She asked, turning back to the computer.

“…To be given the choice not to talk about it”

She was shook by the force of his sincerity for a moment, but didn’t comment. It was rare for Bucky to share anything this personal with her. They had work quite a lot together, but it was always teasing and bickering. This was different. She could just guess it by the way he was looking back at her. He cared about her and valued her opinions and judging by his gaze, she had just given him a reason to trust her a little more. He suddenly cleared his throat, somehow embarrassed, and she grinned.

“All done” She declared, showing him the flash drive.

“Good. Let’s get out of here”

Just as he said it, an alarm started to ring inside the room. Both of them tensed, suddenly anxious.

“What is that ?” He groaned.

“They know we’re here”

“Shit”

She hid the flash drive in her cleavage before slowly backing against the wall next to their exit.

“So much for being invisible” She muttered under her breath.

Bucky half opened the door, picking outside to see what they would be up against. Armed men were already scattering the hallway, ready to launch the assault. He quickly closed it back, his expression now a mix between worry and annoyance.

“They’re at least six of them waiting for us” He informed her.

She secretly hoped they would avoid a situation like that but seeing as they had no other choice, she mentally prepared herself to give them hell. Bucky watched her with wide eyes when he saw her tearing her dress in half, making room to move freely.

“What the hell are you doing ?!”

“Mingling” She simply answered, repeating what he had told her earlier, before taking the knife attached to her thigh.

Bucky grabbed the handle and glanced back at Y/N one last time before the fight. They shared a knowing look, both of them reassuring the other with a silent nod. As soon as he opened the door, the gunshot started. The music and the people downstairs were a slight contrast to what was happening, the noises were loud enough to cover the sound of bullets shot across the room.

It wasn’t unfamiliar territory for Y/N or Bucky, they were used to fighting. Doing it together was different though. They had discovered they were a pretty good match on a battlefield. It almost felt like a quick pace tango, a choreography only they knew about. Bucky watched her smirk, and she saw him wink. They were about to give them a taste of their talent.

She let the Sergeant go first, knowing his brute force and especially his vibranium arm would most likely knock some of them out. One of them dodged her partner and went right to her. She blocked every of his punches and flipped the knife she had in her hand, stabbing the man in the gut. She rolled upside down, making him fall on the floor, unconscious. Another one tried to take advantage of the situation and decided to kick her. She twirled around, blocking him before hitting his chest with her heel, knocking him out of breath. From the corner of her eyes, she saw two of them going after Bucky. The agents would have had the time to attack, but all it took was a look between the Avengers and Y/N threw her blade at the Sergeant. He grabbed it mid-air and less than thirty seconds later, the men were on the ground, bleeding to death.

She started to make a movement toward her next target when she felt an arm wrapping around her waist. It all happened too fast. All she felt was the bullet touching her shoulder before her body was pushed against a wall and the men were out cold. Normally, she would have resisted but instinctively, she recognized the musky scent of Bucky’s colognes and the cold sensation of his metal hand against her hip. She realized he had shoved her out of the way when one of their opponents had fired, aiming directly at her.

“Are you alright ?” He whispered, making her shudder.

He was so close she could feel his heart beating. He was towering her, shielding her body with his own. The situation was quite ludicrous. They were surrounded by men they had just taken down but none of them seemed to care. She opened her mouth to demand that he release her, but the words never formed. His chest flushed against hers, he was slowly invading her senses. They were both exhausted by the effort, and his staggered breath was enough to send a fire coursing through her body. She risked a peek at his face and swallowed when she saw his blue eyes darkening with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t look at me like that” He spoke with such intensity she shivered.

She licked her dry lips before speaking.

“Like what ?” She teased.

Bending his head, he buried his nose in her neck. She struggled at the proximity, purely a reflex. He answered by pulling her even closer. He looked up at her again, his mouth hovering a few inches from hers. Every nerve ending inside her was screaming for his touch but she didn’t move, simply stared at him. She wasn’t going to kiss him, but there was still a strange satisfaction flowing around them, pleased that they were just as susceptible to the treacherous desire between them. She could see it in his dark crystal-blue eyes, in the thundering beat of his heart and his metal hand, possessively holding her, gently stroking her covered skin.

“You’re bleeding” He said after a while, his gaze falling on her wounded shoulder.

She didn’t even turn to assess the damage and kept her eyes focused on him.

“I’ve had worse” She told him, voice filled with need and desire.

“Y/N…” He warned her.

His human hand crept into her hair. He was inexplicably drawn to her, she was intoxicating. When he traced a path over her cheek with his thumb, she closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

“Fuck” He cursed under his breath.

He kissed her temple, the movement so gentle yet so significantly filled with unsaid feelings. They heard noises, more people coming their way, and just like that their frozen time was up. He took the piece of cloth she had torn apart and wrapped it around her bleeding shoulder quickly before grabbing her hand and leading her toward their escape route.

She followed him without protesting. He led her to a window and both of them jumped. The car wasn’t far and they sprinted to get to it. They could already hear the agents rushing, they had to hurry. Bucky glanced rapidly in Y/N’s direction, making sure she was alright. The blood had started to flow on her arm through her made up bandage of clothing. She simply nodded her head to reassure him. They drove in silence, checking every now and then that no one was following them. Apart from the altercation, the mission was a success. No one had recognized them and they had what they were looking for. Worn out and a bit dizzy from the loss of blood, Y/N let herself relax and yawned. Bucky felt himself breath a little better now that they were out of harm’s way and surprised himself when a smile spread across his face at the sleepy form of his partner.

Later that night, they safely got to their hotel room. Completely tired, Y/N let herself fall on the bed. She watched Bucky from the corner of her eyes heading to the bathroom. He came back with a few items and silently sat next to her. He unfastened the cloth around her arm without looking at her or asking her permission and opened a bottle of alcohol. When he poured it on her injury, she hissed. She tried to push back, a reflex to get away from the pain, but instantly stopped when she felt his cold hand keeping her in place. She glanced down at her shoulder and studied the wound.

“Doesn’t look too bad” She inspected.

“The bullet didn’t do any damage”

“Good” She sighed, falling back on the bed.

She watched him clean it then wrapped it up with gauze. He was methodic, every movements seemed rehearse, like he had done it many times before.

“Thank you, Bucky” She murmured.

She saw the corner of his mouth rising, forming a small grin he was trying to hide. Without a word, he stood up and started to walk around the room. Y/N observed him curiously, wondering what he was doing. She sat back against the headboard of the bed and followed his moves. He stopped next to the door and dimmed the light.

“What are you doing ?” She asked, half amused, half confused.

He held up a finger, silently telling her to wait. He took out his phone and suddenly music filled the room. He discarded his jacket, tossing it in a corner of the room, rolling up his sleeves. That simple action was enough to raise the temperature of her body. He was aware of her hungry gaze on his muscles, following his movement and didn’t miss the way she bit her lips. He slowly walked to the side of the bed, right next to her, raising his metal hand toward her.

“What is this ?” She interrogated him, her voice so small she wasn’t sure he heard.

“You said it yourself, I owe you a dance”

She starred back with doubtful eyes but took his hand nonetheless. He led her to the center of the room and began to slowly sway with her.

“La bohème” She recognized the song.

“You said you loved it”

“Didn’t think you’d remember”

“It might come as a shock, Agent Y/L/N, but I do pay attention” He flirtatiously sniggered.

Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled her closer and sneaked an arm around her waist. Spinning and circles and shuffling his feet to the rhythm, he made her laugh. He surprised himself thinking he wished he could carve that sound into his head and never forget it. They danced together, their body close, and she knew she must have been blushing. It only made his smile grew bigger. He stood looking down at her with a hint of danger in his eyes. There was so much more she saw in him than an experiment and a super soldier, but she would never admit that. For some reason, she wanted to find a flaw in him, something that would level the field between them. Until she realized that with him, all bets were off.

“I’m not sure I like that” She said, hating the note of anxiety in her voice.

“What ? Dancing ?”

“Us not being at each others throat” She sincerely answered. “But I’ll admit, you’re a pretty bad dancer”

She felt the rumble of his chuckle against her body.

“You can still fight me if you’re up for it” He replied, smirking down at her. She smacked his chest and he pretended to be hurt for a second. She rolled her eyes at his antics.

He made her twirl and she felt an adrenaline rush when he drew her close to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and made a movement to brush her hair away but his hand stopped hers. Instead he carefully laid it on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying about my dancing ?” He smirked as he made her spin once again.

“That you had no sense of rhythm” She joked.

He laughed and dropped his head, studying her.

“I like it” He confessed, an answer to what she had admitted earlier.

A surprising sense of comfort suddenly settled in her stomach at his admission.

“This stays between us, Barnes” She warned him.

“Is that a threat ?” He laughed.

“Exactly” She whispered, laying her head against his chest as they continued to move together, too lost in the music to halt. “One word to Steve and you’ll be on the wrong end of my knife”

She felt his smile when he lowered his head to kiss the naked skin on her uninjured shoulder.

“You have my word, Agent Y/L/N” He winked. “And just so you know, I’m a better dancer than you are”

“No you’re not”

“I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong”

“Is that your way of asking me out ?” She smugly smiled with a hint of seductiveness in her tone.

“Maybe… is it working ?”

“I still haven’t decided if I want to fight you yet”

He grinned, he couldn’t help himself but felt at ease around the dangerous woman. After a while, they stopped moving. Bucky felt her body relaxing and her weight getting more heavy as she started to fall asleep against him. He buried his nose in her hair, closing his eyes to enjoy their moment out of time. When he was certain the woman was asleep, he carried her to the bed. He made sure she was comfortable enough under the covers, taking extra precaution not to touch her wound. Then he sat next to her, already knowing the moment they would get back, he would go to Steve for advices. She would be mad, most likely with a newfound desire to kill him. They would probably fight, but strangely that perspective only made his smile. He was ready to wrestle if it meant they would both win in the end.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagines #the winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier #Winter Soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagines #winter soldier x you #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes x female oc

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Organized Crime: A Law and Order Mix

I got inspired to make a fanmix for the first season of Law and Order: Organized Crime! I tried to include songs that fit the series in general (with some Bensler stuff as well XD)

Track listing is below

Track Listing

When We Were Young - Adele

I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you'd be here And I'd swear you moved overseas That's what you said, when you left me

This song, and in particular this set of lyrics, hit me hard after Elliot and Olivia's reunion. Olivia runs into Elliot unexpectedly and we find out that Elliot's been living in Italy for the past 10 years.

You Mean The World To Me - Freya Ridings

'Cause I know I don't let you see But you mean the world to me And I know that I can be pretty mean But you mean the world to me

In the second episode of Organized Crime, Elliot says that Olivia means the world to him and so I chose this song to represent that moment.

Bust Your Knee Caps - Pomplamoose

You call it crime We call it smart family business And the family is famous

Of course, a big part of Organized Crime is Richard Wheatley. We learn pretty quickly that the Wheatley empire is a family affair and so feel this song is representative of the way they deal with those who cross them

Scars - James Bay

We lived through scars this time But I've made up my mind We can't leave us behind anymore

I think this song is such a good representation of what was going through Elliot's mind during the intervention scene where he blurts out "I love you" to Olivia.

Raise Hell - Dorothy

Young blood, stand and deliver No need for a queen affair Young blood, gotta pull the trigger When the whole world running scared

This song is another one I chose to represent the Wheatley family, in particular, I think song really speaks to Richie's evolution through the season from a good kid with a bad family to a fully fledged criminal.

i love you - Billie Eilish

And nothin' has to change today You didn't mean to say, "I love you" I love you and I don't want to

I chose this to represent the intervention confession but from Olivia's point of view.

Sad Forever - Lauv

I don't know how else to say it I don't wanna go through that war I don't wanna be sad, I don't wanna be sad I don't wanna be sad anymore

Throughout the season, Elliot is dealing with post-traumatic stress stemming from Kathy's murder. In the last episode of the season, we find out he's started to get help for his PTSD. This song is to represent his struggle with that.

Season of the Witch - Lana Del Rey

When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat lookin' over His shoulder at me

During the season, Bell and her team are accused of being on a "witch hunt" in regards to Wheatley. I think this song fits that idea, as well as the whole idea that Wheatley himself is also watching their every move.

#mine #fanmix #law and order #law and order organized crime #organized crime #elliot stabler #olivia benson #richard wheatley #bensler #elliot x olivia #olivia x elliot #tv: law and order #otp: i'd give you a kidney

[littlehen]

Spell out your url using song titles! and ‘tag as many people as there are letters in your url’ – lol no. But join in if you haven’t already and feel inspired!

Here’s a playlist with the tracks in a more listenable order:

I noticed that some of the mutuals doing this have longer urls than me, so I doubled up and picked two songs per letter (twice the fun :)

l - les voiles: poom / lush life: clammbon

i - if you could read my mind: gordon lightfoot / I like myself: blossom dearie

t - talk: two door cinema club / this old heart of mine: isley brothers

t - time is passing by: edwin starr / this will be: natalie cole

l - legal man: belle & sebastian / lovely day good as hell: pomplamoose

e - every beat of the heart: railway children / everybody’s talkin: harry nilsson

h - heart of glass: puppini sisters / hang on little tomato: pink martini

e - ever fallen in love: nouvelle vague / everybody wants to be a cat: psapp

n - national express: divine comedy / nothing brings me down: emiliana torrini

Thanks both for the tag and for asking me in such a nice way, @sunrisebirds ☺️

Please don’t reblog and add on! (or it could get very long)

#url playlist game #spent way too long on this #but I was enjoying myself #and snuck an extra track into the spotify playlist :) #tag games #music #Spotify