a nice piece of man meat

I jumped on board the mermaid au but i made it shance kek 

This au has lance being an alien mermaid(man??) who was taken from his home and put into an exotic creatures exhibit (so basically a zoo) >>

So for the time being Voltron is formed (allura pilots the blue lion for the time being, but blue is constantly telling her she wants “her pilot” whatever that means) and during a mission to free the aliens and creatures in the zoo Shiro comes across Lance’s display, and lance is all like “ Heeeeey look at this nice piece of meat i like this…whatever this is” and shiro’s like “Hot damn this dude is cute shit”

so shiro pushes the gay thoughts aside and comes in like “Im a paladin of voltron here to save you!! …..how do i get you out….” 

lets just say it ends up with shiro busting the glass open and getting completely soaked ^^’ 

Anyways Lance is just like “My hero~ Please get me out of here now “

Sooo yea By then all the aliens are free’d and shiro comes back to the castle-ship with lance still in his arms cause of course he’s gonna make the MERMAID FUCKING WALK and then introduces him to everyone and whoops blue screams at allura like “THATS MY PILOT GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE”

and thats as far as i got >< I still have alot of shit i wanna do for this au ^ 3^ feel free to send me idea kek i love drawing mermaid lance and like im just super gay for shance anyway lelelelel

BTS Reaction to Another Guy Sending Looks to Their GF

Request: May I request a BTS reaction to another guy sending looks or staring at their girlfriend? :3

Note: REVAMPED.*Credit to gif owners*

Jin  He was bothered by the way the other guy looked at you, blowing you a kiss from afar and while Jin saw the way you flushed in embarrassment, turning around to bury your face into Jin’s chest, he was absolutely pissed. He death glared the guy and eventually, the guy walked away before he could witness Jin’s terrifying aura.

Originally posted by wintaeangel

SugaHe noticed the way the man stared at you and he tried to ignore the man, trying to enjoy your company and the fancy dinner he took you out on. About an hour passed and the man was still staring at you as if you were a rare kind of delicious piece of meat, Yoongi was more than done. He walked from your table and towards the man’s table, and the man instantly flushed. “It would be nice if you could stop.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

J-Hope ➳ He was bright and happy, trying his best to show you how much he loved you so you wouldn’t notice the group of men staring you in a way that would make you feel very uncomfortable. He pulled you into his chest, and instantly death glared the men behind you, giving them a ‘I’m going to kill you’ gesture which had them looking away sheepishly. “That’s what I thought.” He muttered under his breath and you looked to him in confusion, questioning what he said but he just pecked your lips, a bright smile adorning his features.

Originally posted by yahjiminie

RapMonster ➳ His eyebrows furrowed while his fingers began to grip yours, anger surging through him in seconds. He was going to tell the guy off, the one who kept sending you 'call me’ gestures and whistling towards you, catcalling you in various ways. He began to charge towards the man who was with a group of friends, until you tugged on his arm, shaking your head. “It’s not worth it.”

“For you, anything is worth risking for.”

Originally posted by joonjuly

Jimin Your smile was so bright, and that was one of the main reasons he fell in love with you. He was jealous seeing how your smile attracted other eyes, especially that guy who kept staring at you for a while now. But, he couldn’t be mad, because he knew if you didn’t belong to him and he saw you with someone else; he wouldn’t be able to help but admire your beauty as well.

Originally posted by syubprince

V You tugged on his shirt when you two were trying to buy groceries. He looked at you worriedly when you looked slightly embarrassed. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked you, and you looked behind you to a man who kept staring at your body, making it obvious he had wanted you in more ways than one. Taehyung was annoyed to say the least, he pulled you into his chest and smirked at the man, raising his eyebrows and the man looked away, sulking.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jungkook He wasn’t stupid, he saw the man staring at you from afar the moment you two arrived. You were too busy looking at items at the theme park, too excited to notice, and occasionally asking Jungkook if the item was worth getting. He was too busy staring the man down, ignoring you. “Kookie, what’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I thought I saw something worthless.”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


Stuff I've Actually Heard People Say
  • "Yeah, I just stuck him in the microwave."
  • "My friends and I have planned a murder for after school. Any tips?"
  • "You have another arm?" "Dude, everyone has two arms."
  • "It's simple, you just gag them and throw them in the trunk!"
  • "To heck with paleontology."
  • "Can you imagine if Velociraptors had wings?" "Well, actually-"
  • "Suh dude." "Same."
  • "Guard it with your life." "My knife?"
  • "First, you need have no life, Second, sell your soul to Adele."
  • "Feet; they're hands for your legs."
  • "Wow, those sure are some nice fish scales on your facial protrusions." "You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet."
  • "It's not even good garbage."
  • Teacher to the class: "Guys, I'm sorry but uh... my dog ate your homework." *Passes back chewed-up papers*
  • "Bros before toes."
  • "Woah, Dude, is that Harambe on your lock screen?" "Dude, that's my dog."
  • "Can you imagine just walking up to someone and slapping them in the face with a piece of meat?"
  • "Hey man, got any gum." "Nah dude, I'm about to kill myself." "I'm not sure how those are related, but okay."
  • "You're made of good dirt."
  • "Stop breathing so much."
  • "All my drawings look dead inside because I am dead inside."
  • "I didn't have lunch this morning."
  • "I have a strong desire to make dictators dance."
  • "Is this revenge for the octopus at the fair?"
  • "Embrace your inner childhood." "Embrace? You've got yours in a headlock!"
  • "Make sure you have Target popcorn at my funeral."
  • "And fill my coffin with glitter."
  • "I put the 'fun' in funeral."
  • "Oh my gosh, someone is going to get punched in the throat."
  • "I could do math in the time it's taking this light to change."
  • "We were both crying; it was fun."
  • "It's Halloween! Merry Christmas!...Wait."
  • "So like, if a centaur got arrested, would you handcuff its' legs?"
  • "Yeah, and I like the smell of farts."
  • "I stuffed your heart in my pencil bag, so I won't forget."
  • "Life sucks, but at least I have my Poptart."
  • "I want to build a mirror out of spoons."
  • "Joke's on you, I don't have a soul."
  • "Boy howdy do I like eating leaves off the ground."
  • "I'd rather be burnt toast than frozen bread."
  • "When I die, bury me in a Hefty bag... but make it a pretty color."
  • "I just got a great idea." "Dress up as Batman and beat up ____?"
  • "Plan B: Cry"
  • "Oh yeah, the guy with the head on his neck."
  • "I just choked on an oat."
  • "You're a substitute for a good friend."
  • "Dude, I once dropped a breakfast burrito on the garage floor, and I still ate it."
  • "We never go stale. Unlike our jokes."
  • "They speak American."
a selection of hero/villain shorts

inspired by the dialogues of @the-modern-typewriter 

“If it were up to me,” the hero said, their fingers closing around the villain’s wrists, “I’d kill you now. Oh, I’m not actually going to, of course. I like to think I still have some sort of moral compass left, even after everything that’s happened. Even after everything I’ve done. Everything you’ve made me do.” Without quite meaning to, they tightened their grip. It felt as though something was bubbling up from deep inside them, something dark and rotten and long-hidden that wanted to get out. “But if I didn’t…oh, the things I could do to you. I could break your bones one by one. Start with your fingers, and see how long it took you to start screaming. Isn’t that what you did to that nice young man who tried to double-cross you?” The villain didn’t respond. “Of course, if that doesn’t appeal to your delicate sensibilities, I could just string you up instead. Hang you by your wrists like a piece of meat. Or I could - ” They broke off. “Wait a minute. Are you getting off on this?”

“No,” said the villain, unconvincingly.

“What,” said the hero, “are you doing in my house? And in my dressing gown?

“Making you breakfast!” The villain brandished a spitting frying pan as evidence. “I couldn’t help noticing last week that you’re just not filling out that super-suit of yours like you used to. You need feeding up, otherwise our battles are going to get terribly one-sided. I’ve done you some bacon, see?”

The hero sniffed. The bacon reeked of bitter almonds, with a faint trace of lemon underneath - presumably an attempt to cover up the smell of the poison, which they judged was probably enough to kill an elephant. Several elephants. “You do know I’ve been trained to recognise the smell of cyanide from a distance of five feet or less?” they said. “Here’s a tip: try using something odourless next time.”

The villain looked downcast. “I was only trying to be nice.”

“And murder me,” the hero pointed out.

“Well - yes, but in a nice way.”

“How did you even find out where I live?”

The villain finished securing the cable ties around the hero’s ankles. “Oh, I hacked into those security cameras you installed to keep away intruders. Ironic, really. Sorry - are these too tight?”

“No, they’re - wait, you hacked into my cameras?”

“Well, yes,” the villain said, as though it were obvious. “The encryption on them was terrible, and I was curious. By the way, I’m glad to see that what they say about men with big feet is true.”

The hero covered his face with his hands.

The hero slammed the villain up against the wall rather harder than was necessary, relishing the choked-off sound they made as their back hit the metal. They tightened their arm so that the muscles bulged, cutting off the villain’s air supply, and snarled directly into their ear, “I know what you did.”

The villain made a desperate hand gesture that could reasonably have been interpreted as What are you talking about? The hero relaxed their grip slightly, finally allowing their enemy to breathe - albeit only in shallow, retching gasps. “I know what you did,” they said again. “You turned those innocent people into mincemeat over a fucking business transaction. I already knew you were scum, but this is a new low.”

“Wasn’t me,” the villain said, their voice rough around the edges.

The hero laughed, short and sharp. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Well, exacting bloody and disproportionate retribution for imagined slights is one of my favourite pastimes,” the villain said, and gasped as the hero’s arm tightened around their neck again. “No, wait! Wait. Listen. I’m not guilty this time, honestly. Hand on my cold black heart. Half of those people were in my employ, what would I gain by getting rid of them?”

“Prove it,” the hero hissed.

“Let me down, and I will,” the villain said, coaxingly.

The hero hesitated, their grip just loose enough to pin the villain in place. For a second, their eyes locked, and the hero thought - or imagined - that they saw a hint of sincerity somewhere in there.

I’m going to regret this, they thought grimly - and lowered their arm.

“Oh, please,” the villain sneered. “You’re not going to kill me, you’re too - ”

Without even bothering to look, the hero fired. Blood sprayed outwards in a semicircle, spattering the wall behind where the villain’s head had been. Their body swayed, then toppled gently to one side, collapsing on to the floor as though all the air had been let out of it (which, in a way, it had). The hero turned and stared at the mess.

“Well, that was a lot easier than I was expecting,” they said.


| Request: “You and him go to an underground show to see a band, and he slips away to go to the bathroom and a guy his hitting on you, and compliment you tattoo (the one dan gave you) then dan come back, and is extra clingy to let the dude know your his. Then he starts grinding on you, trying to give you hickeys, and your laughing tell him to stop, then he takes you home and it’s rough smut to show that your his.

Then after the smut, and yall cuddle, he brings your hand to his face and he kisses your wrist where the tattoo is. And says ‘I love you’” |

| Warnings: Smut. |

[ Authors note: This is a loose sequel to “Her First Tattoo.” It’s not necessary to read before this one but it has a little backstory about the tattoo itself. You can read the fic here –> http://fuckyeahdanfics.tumblr.com/post/146518972574/her-first-tattoo ]


His hand dragged her through the crowd, trying to get her as close to the stage as possible.

“Dan!” She giggled, as he lifted her onto his back. “Can you see better now, princess?”

“Yes.” She nodded, holding onto Dan by his blood red locks.

The punk band that [Y/N] couldn’t remember the name of, as they all sounded alike to her, played a loud song whilst people enjoyed the concert in a very punk fashion.

Dan decided that for his girlfriend to get the full “my boyfriend is a punk” experience, that she had to come to an underground show.

So here they were, close to the stage, in a sea of brightly coloured hair and tattoo clad citizens.

Dan slid [Y/N] off of his back, announcing he was going to head off to the bathroom and for her to stay put. So she did, and not 3 minutes after Dan left, some random man slid up to her and started a chat.

“Hey, nice tat you got there, little lady.” He spoke, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

She looked down at the small heart tattoo Dan gave her awhile ago, and a smile cracked upon her face. “Thanks, my boyfriend gave it to me.”

The guy looked a little surprised, but nonetheless continued his onslaught of flirtatious comments.

“So hey, how about after the show you and I sneak away from here, would you like that, princess?” He spoke, leaning down to her level in a demeaning manner.

“So hey, how about you go fuck yourself and leave my girlfriend alone?” Dan spoke, strutting up to her and wrapping his arms around her.

The man scoffed and walked away, as Dan was a lot taller and more intimidating than him.

“Thank you.” She spoke, and relaxed in Dan’s arms.

As the next band played, Dan held [Y/N] close to him, grinding against her, suckling small hickeys on her neck. She began giggling, gently smacking Dan in an attempt to get him to stop.

He pressed his lips against her ear, his cold snakebites contrasting the red, heated blush which was prominent on her ears and cheeks.

“How about we blow this joint and go home?” He said in a deep voice, his arm pressing her waist more against his.

She simply nodded, and Dan yanked her up, slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the venue and into a cab, heading towards their shared apartment.

Once Dan managed to unlock the door, he carried [Y/N] inside, throwing her onto the nearest surface, which so happened to be the dining table, and began smothering her with kisses.

Her face.

Her lips.

Her neck.

Her chest.

Any area he could reach without yet removing her clothes.

He pulled his shirt over his head and his tattoos glistened under the lighting and the thin layer of sweat covering his body. She stared in awe of her boyfriend as he removed the rest of his clothes, leaving only his black Calvin Klein’s, before tending to her clothing.

Once she was completely bare, Dan began placing hickeys in areas he said were “only for his eyes.” Before sliding his kisses between her legs.

Her moans filled the air as Dan’s various mouth piercings added extra pleasure to the experience she was having. The metal ball on his tongue rubbing against her clit pushing her over the edge during her orgasm.

“Now princess,”

He leaned down, kissing her lips and letting her taste herself on his mouth.

“It’s time I show you that you’re mine and only mine.”

He kissed her once more.

“And by the time I’m done,”

He kissed her neck.

“You won’t even think about anyone else.”

He kissed her stomach.

“Only me.”

He kissed her pussy before sliding down his boxers and pushing himself into her, immediately thrusting roughly.

He wrapped his thin arms around her lower back, pulling her closing to him as he pounded into her.

Their lips sloppily pressed against each other’s as they neared their orgasms.

“Dan, I-”

“I know, princess, just hold on.”

Her nails began to claw at Dan’s back as she held back, waiting on her boyfriend to cum.

“Let go, baby.”

She did, and their orgasms washed over them like a tidal wave

Once they had calmed down, Dan carried her into their bedroom, putting her on the bed and covering them both up, pulling her close to him.

As they cuddled, Dan pulled [Y/N]’s wrist up to his face, gently rubbing the small tattoo upon it, and placing a soft kiss on it.

“I love you.”

My Alpha Sequel

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“— do you care to explain this mess?” My father asks me his gaze raking over Hoseok and me with anger and a bit of hatred.

“It’s nice to see you too father.” I say in a cold tone. It’s not like I hate the bastard.. I would just rather not have him around. 

“Don’t fucking avoid the question.” He says to me and Hoseok tightens his grip around me laying his head on my shoulder right above the bite mark. My dad’s eyes rest on it and he lunges for him only to be knocked down by Hoseok’s father. 

They start to roll around fighting in my room and I groan looking at Hoseok. He looks back at me his eyes hardening. I get up throwing the covers off of me going into the closet finding a shirt as my room becomes a wrestling ring. I grab the dog whistle off the top shelf and walk back into the room. Everyone is pratically fighting and when I see Hoseok helping his dad fight mine I blow the whistle hard making all of them howl and break up the mess. You can tell how divided it is because my pack moves to my side and Hoseok’s pack moves to the other side of the bed.

“This is fucking ridiculous. Grow up.” I say to them all becoming a bit pissed off.

“Grow up? You grow up. I mean look at you. Running around sleeping with Alpha’s who killed your mate. They hate us. You betrayed us.” My father says and I feel a slap in my face from his words. I face him full on my anger rising more.

“If I seem to recall.. You fucked more then once. Even when you was with mother. You mark every single fucking girl you can and half of them were human! I slept with Hoseok before Jackson and after him. He helped me. I didn’t do anything wrong. Besides your not even my real father. He is.” I say pointing to the man leaning against the wall besides Jhopes father.

“I left that pack to be with you and Jackson. The deal was-”

“THE DEAL WAS that you wouldn’t have contact with anybody from their side. And you did it!” He shouts at me and I roll my eyes.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?! I TRIED AND EVERY TIME WE CAME IN CONTACT THEY ATTACKED US! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN IT HAPPENED!?!” I ask the old bag and he raises his eyebrows looking at Hoseok.

“You attacked her?" 

"She needs an Alpha.” Hoseok says as camly as he can. But I can see his body shake.

“You know what.. Your absouletly right. That’s exactly why you get to hear the good news today.” My adopted dad tells me and I look at my real dad who looks down with sadness and regret.

“What is he talking about appa?” I ask my real dad and Jackson’s dad slaps me making me glower at him as Hoseok climbs off the bed only to be stopped by my dad.

“Your going to marry Mark. He was the closets to Jackson and he has asked to have you as a bride. And we also reached a deal that as long as Mark becomes your Alpha we will not have anymore war with Hoseok and your former pack.” He says and I drop my mouth open.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME MARRY HIM!” I shout and I feel the elders look at me in shock.

“Is it because you want to marry Hoseok?” Jackson’s dad asks me and I look down touching my bite mark.

“You want to marry the man who killed your husband? I knew you were a traitor but I didn’t know you were a back stabber as well.” Jackson’s dad say and I look down shaking my head.

“It seems she betrayed us all.” Hoseok says looking at me. I laugh a hard laugh nodding my head.

“Your damn right. So I’m going to betray you all once again. I’m not marrying anybody. And I don’t want to be in either pack. Last night was a mistake.” I say to Hoseok who looks like I’ve slapped him. 

I thought I would get off that easy but I didn’t. My adopted pack kicked my ass and literally dragged me back to our headquaters. Hoseok wanted to intervine so did my real father but they held them back so they had to watch. I was bloody and bruised when Michelle spotted me. She took me from the elders and walked me to a room that had a big round table in it. 

“They found out?” She asks me as she starts to lick my wounds and I nod my head crying softly. 

“Don’t feel bad. They caught me in bed with Jungkook.” She says softly. I look at her and we both laugh how ironic. 

“We are such rebels.” I say and she nods her head agreeing.

“We have a meeting.” Mark says coming in the room and grabbing my hand. 

I go with him and there is the other pack in another room waiting for all of us. I see Jhope with his arms around a brunette and I bare my teeth as he looks at me. His expression unreadable but I see his eyes drift down to me and Mark’s hand. I hold onto it tighter and Hoseok tenses up. Mark tells them of the wedding and we discuss the deal between the two packs. No one looks happy about it.

“Ugh you smell like him.” Mark says dropping my hand. I smile widely dragging a nail up his arm slowly letting blood leak out.

“Don’t be smart boy because your my omega. Keep fucking with me and I will make you smell like death.” I say and he whines softly nodding his head. 


Over the next few months that passed my sexual fustration has been on a whole new level. It doesn’t help that we have to train with each other so I’m always seeing Hoseok’s sweaty body. I miss his touch. My bite mark is still on my neck so when I wear tank tops to workout I always catch Hoseok’s eyes lingering on that spot making me weak. Mark started watching my house twenty four seven. He tried fucking me on the full moons when I went into heat but I threatened his life. We were getting no where. Everything is just complete hell. 

I’m sitting at my wedding party with Mark and Michelle. Tomorrow I have to get married. I dread every bit of it. I look at my dad who smiles at me softly beside Hoseok. I love the fact that despite me leaving my first pack and joining Jackson’s he never hated me. He always had my back. He’s a good man. I just hate that I ever hurt him.. Or Hoseok..  

“Nice dress.” Michelle says to me trying to make conversation.

“I feel like a piece of meat in this thing.” I say pulling the short red dress down. It barley comes down over my ass and it is sleeveless with a low dip in the front.  

“Techically you would be dog chow.” She says and we both snicker only to be shut up by my adopted father. 

The whole night is a buzz kill. I danced with Mark. Watched Hoseok grind against the girl. He starts kissing her roughly and I tense up bitting down hard on my teeth hating that he’s acting like this. I get up and go outside after my anger gets the best of me. I see the full moon rise and realization dawns on me. Hoseok is going into heat tonight. 

Michelle comes outside looking for me and we talk for a bit before Jungkook comes stealing kisses from her. He proudly shows me the bite on her inside thigh and I blush tracing over the mark as she shivers and claims she didn’t beg. We know that’s a lie. I shiver as I look at my phone noticing that it’s midnight. 

“Where is Hoseok?”

“He left already he started getting a fever.” Jungkook says softly. 

“Yeah his play date looks pissed that he didn’t want to be with her tonight.” Michelle says and I drop my mouth open.

“He didn’t?” I ask in shock and kookie smirks as I try to explain myself.

“First off shut up we all know you still want him. And second off he only did that to get back at you and to let Jackson’s dad think he was over you so that he could stop the wedding.. But it didn’t work.” Jungkook says with a pout and I bite my lips looking at them both.

“I’m going to see him. Cover for me.” I tell them as I slip off my heels. 

I put them in my hand running into the woods shifting out to my wolf form. It’s been a while since I went to Hoseok’s house but I do still know how to get there. I sniff him following my nose as it leaves me across the old territory marks to my familiar home smell. I run deeper into the woods starting to smell a overdose of cologne as if a person put on too much and that’s how I know I’m close. Hoseok always smell that way when he’s in heat. When I shift back out I walk up the stairs open his door and shutting it back.

“Hoseok.” I call around the big one story condo. 

“Alphaaaa.” I coe as I walk around getting close to the kitchen. 

“J- FUCK!” I yell as he slams me against the wall kissing my lips in an urgent manner. 

He wastes no time pushing his tongue in my mouth as his hands roam my body pushing me harder against the wall. I whimper softly from his roughness not seeing this side from him that much. But then again I was only every once around him when he was in heat and that’s because he ripped me open. Shit..

Hoseok runs his nails down my arms as he sucks on my tongue occasionally biting on it. He wraps his arms around my back reaching the top of my dress running his nails down it shredding the red thing. I feel the dress fall down and I know better then to hope it’s gonna survive. He snaps my panties from me as I roam my hands over his body feeling his chest and abs under my finger tips. His hot body against my flustered one.

He breaks the kiss biting all over my neck sofly growling as he hurriedly takes off his pants and boxers lifting me up into the air grabbing my skin harshly and I whine throwing my head back. 

“H-Hoseok b-be gentle!” I whine but it falls on deaf ears as he roughly pushes into me. 

He wastes no time pulling out and slamming back into me over and over making my body slide up and down the wall. I smell fresh blood and I know it’s from him entering me. I moan loudly in pain and a bit of pleasure. I throw my arms around his shouler as I lean down biting into it trying to take my mind from the pain. Hoseok keeps drilling into me with inhuman pace as he breathes hard nipping at my neck. He tenses up thrusting erractically and I know he’s close. He doesn’t even say my name when he fills me up he just holds me close and I let his shoulder go. He puts me down and I slide to the ground whining a bit. I catch my breathe as he looks down at me and I grab my ripped dress and underwear.

“I guess I should go now.” I say softly standing up feeling a slight pain from the rough fucking. Hoseok’s eyes soften and he picks me up making me yelp. 

“Don’t go. I need you..” Hoseok says slowly closing his room door after he enters in. He sits me on the bed taking my ripped close from me and I look at him shivering when he leans in to look at me. 

“Despite me needing you. I was hoping you wouldn’t break rules. Your getting married tomorrow.” He says softly his eyes filing with tears.

“I’m always gonna break rules for you.” I say mournfully throwing my arms around his shoulders and he kisses my lips deeply and much gentler then the first time his first wave of heat passing off of him. 

“Take me.. Do me like it was our first time all over again.” I say softly and he grins laying me down as he lays over me. 

“If I recall.. The first time I marked your neck as I fingered you. And then I played with your breast until you were drooling. And then when I started to eat you out I went so slow you cried and I also remembered I played with your ass with made you flustered and hot. And then when you were at the brink of releasing I let you go and you shook for nearly five minutes. And then I let you suck me off until I filled your pretty mouth with cum. And then I fucked you with your feet pressed beside your head. I pounded so hard into you that when I grabbed the headboard and pulled and it, it broke and fell to pieces.” Hoseok says raising up a bit and I nod my head moaning at every word. 

“I want a repeat.” I say to him and he nods his head wasting no time.

He starts out slowly sucking on my neck just like the first time. Making sure angry red bruises where on my skin. He then slowly trailed kisses down to my breast taking the left one in his mouth. He sucks it slow and soft flicking his tongue against it ever few minutes as he slides two fingers into my pussy moving them slowly. I groan throwing my head back wondering how the hell can he contain his hormones so good.

He breaks from my left nipple trailing kisses to my right one in his mouth pressing his fingers against my spot slowly. I drop my mouth open drooling as he continues to tease me and suck at my nipple rolling his tongue around it. He lets it go watching me before he slowly trails kisses down my stomach marking it again. He pouts softly when he sees where Mark hit me in a fight we had. 

“He hit you?” He asks me his anger rising. I don’t answer I just look off trying to avoid it.

“— did he hit you?” He asks me again louder this time and I bite my lips still not answering. 

He growls curling his fingers hard against my spot pounding his fingers inside me fast and hard. It’s too much for me to take when he adds his tongue to my clit sucking it fast and harshly. 

“YES YES YES HE HIT ME HOPE!” I cry out and he pulls away slipping his fingers out of me. He places them at my mouth and I suck them looking in his eyes that tells me ‘later’. 

He slides his fingers out of my mouth opening my legs pressing both of them against my asshole. He slides his tongue in my pussy as he starts to finger my ass slowly. I whine rocking my hips down against his fingers as I start to play in his hair shivering from every touch. His tongue wiggles until it reaches my spot but he keeps the same slow pace and I groan starting to get mad as he scissors his fingers inside of my ass. 

Hoseok looks up at me pulling his lip back over his teeth letting my see when he slides his canines across the slides off my pussy lips and I cry out shaking hard. 

“HOSEOK STOP IT!” I cry out and I hear him hum as he starts to go a bit faster flicking and pressing his tongue every where inside of me. I feel myself start to tense up and I curl my toes letting my eyes close as I feel the pit of my stomach flip. Hoseok pulls back and I shout curse words at him writhing under him on his bed. 

“It’s just like our first time.” He says in amazement and I curse mentally hating I ever said that I wanted him to do a repeat. 

I get on my knees taking his dick in my hand starting to fist it. I lick his tip watching him and he bares his teeth in a sexy way that makes me lick from the top of his dick to the bottom. He plays in my hair swipping it from my face as I lower my mouth on his dick starting to bob my head slowly. He moans out softly tracing his tongue across his bottom lip. He tucks it in his mouth as he starts to thrust his hips slowly into my mouth. I reach up trailing my hands down his legs as he rolls his hips faster moaning louder. He leans over slapping my ass as I hallow my cheeks letting him hit the back of my throat. 

I swallow around him and he groans shaking. He starts pulling harder on my hair thrusting his hips roughly into my mouth. I feel him throb as I lick over his veins and I can tell he’s close. I slide my mouth all the way down holding it at the base of his dick as I nuzzle my face into his pubic hair making him blush like our first time as he releases into my mouth. I swallow it all cleaning up the rest with my fingers and he smiles pushing me up until I’m laying under the head board.

“Are you ready?” He asks me and I nod my head slowly. 

He bites his lips lifting my legs until my feet are by my head and I hold them as he uses one hand to steady my waist and the other to guide his length inside of me. We both moan in unision when he fills me up. He lets me adjust this time before he pulls out and starts to slowly slam into me. 

“Anngg!” I moan out softly throwing my head back against his pillows watching him watch me. He starts to go a littler faster as he trails his hands up and down my legs making me shiver and curl my toes in pleasure. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He groans shutting his eyes throwing his head back and I watch the sweat trail down his chest. I watch as he creases his eyebrows as he concentrates on hitting the right spots inside of me. 

He leans down making me release my legs as he grabs my hands holding them beside my head. He slows back down rocking slowly into me and I moan licking his bottom lip. We kiss again and I slide my tongue across his incissors making him shake and arch his back as he continues to fuck me senseless. 

He lets my hands go breaking the kiss as he nuzzles his nose into the right side of my neck and he grabs the headboard pounding hard into me hips snapping roughly. He groans licking my neck as he grabs harder at the headboard. I press my legs against the sheets tracing my nails down his back making flesh markings. I smile in content and he growls looking at my expression. I can read mischeif in his and when I mumble no he leans down biting into my neck making me release a moan and cry of pain of he marks the right side of my neck. 

“S-STOP F-F-FUCKING DOING THAT!” I yell as he laughs and I moan as he starts to hit my spot shutting me up. 

The whole bed starts to move and rock as Hoseok continues taming my pussy his dick pulsating again as he gives me deep strokes making sure I feel him. 

“I-I’m close Hoseok.” I say to him softly and he pulls back licking my wounds after his soul searches mine for sometime. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder placing his forehead against mine his eyes watching mine as I tense up and shake under him. My toes curling again as my eyes start to get blurry and I know that I’m about to release. 

“FUCK HOSEOK!” I shout out cumming as I clamp my walls down on him and he growls out loud pounding into me harder.

“—!” He feels me up and I hear the ripping off the headboard. 

I blush as he slides some of the wood from my face knocking it off of the bed as he holds me laying his body on mine. He’s still heavy but since I’m a wolf his weight feels good on me. 

We fall asleep holding each other as we always do. He fucked me against every inch of his house until the sun came out and I was so sore and spent he had to carry my ass around. He fought Mark and made him step down from the marriage. Jackson’s dad tried to lay his hands on me but it didn’t work because my father kicked his ass. We decided to stay one big pack because I didn’t want to let either go. And yes I finally let Hoseok claim my pack as my offical Alpha.


Fun new words!

Choir: Trendy throat cult
Soccer: Toe ball run fun
Tennis: Netting the whites w/o fish
Orchestra: Rub dem string
Band: Too much brass to handle
Science: Do you even vape @erth
History: DED
Math: More like meth amirite
Football: fat man suit collide: voyage
Basketball: Swoooooosh
Theater: Lick a bum hole it for art
Lion: Orange loud fur
Marmite: Salt shit spread
Hippo: Fat water horse
Jokes: Giggle triggers
Halibut: Big ass swimmy swim
Justice: The Government Tries™
Baking: Lightly burned wheat substance
People: The cause of every problem
Legs: Supportive meat sticks
Bacon: Hot butt strips
Koi fish:Angry aesthetic swimmy swim
Oprah winefry: Loud bread enthusiast
Beyoncé knowles: Creative child namer
Chris Pratt: Funniest fried rodent ever™
Aubrey plaza: Pretends to be angsty
Jimmy Fallon: Small funny man
Ellen degeneres: Gay humorer
Jennifer Lopez: Not Jennifer Lawrence
Tyra banks: Tear a bat into pieces
Fork: 3 large ones all attached
Lamp: Hot and nice on a stick
Printer: Cumin out but I wanted it
Bread: Yeast on a journey
Corn: Smol yellow nuggets
Tree: Peekin out from dat erth
Florida: Gators in my ass
Billboard: Paper but not smol
Cup: Bebe bowl
Soup: Hot thick juice in a fat cup!!
Gucci: Gastroenteritis
Kate spade: Catty Spice
Louis vitton: Loose Vitamin
Ferrari: Ferris Oil
Anne kleini: Ankle Lime
Marc Jacobs: Microphone Jacket

Why do I feel so heavy
Like my bones are
Nothing but stone
And my heart, just a
Thawed and sopping
Piece of meat
Just because this dream
And total perfection
Isn’t a pure fantasy
I knew it had to be
Something coming
A rock on the tracks
For the train
But you’re the same man
Who said all those nice things
Not the same man
Who did all those other things
Before I knew you, I need to say
That you are different from them all
I need to say this to myself
I can’t feel the way I did before

The Wallet

content: Dean finds a wallet. But when he arrives at the guy’s house there is a surprise waiting for him.
word count: 1812

It’s almost the end of his shift when Dean finds the lost wallet on the ground right next to a grocery store.

He almost missed it, being all plain and simple, but instinct (or fate) made him look twice. He immediately checks the content and obviously everything seems to be in order. Cash money, credit cards – it’s all there. And according to the driver’s license the wallet belongs to a guy named Castiel Novak, living at an address just around the corner.

Dean rubs his eyes and sighs. Actually he was about to return to the station, change into some normal comfy civil clothes instead of his officer’s uniform and drive right back home. It’s been a long day with a lot of annoying people ruining his mood and he’s so fucking exhausted he probably could sleep standing. He just wants to bury himself in his memory foam.

But on the other hand the guy’s address isn’t really that far and Dean knows how much it sucks to think you’d lost your wallet. It’s a bitch to replace all the cards and licenses and it would be cruel to leave the man in the dark for the rest of the night. So Dean takes his car and drives.

The place is easy to find, a nice small house with a green front door. Dean hears muffled voices from the inside and considering the bunch of cars which are parked in the driveway he assumes there is some kind of gathering on the inside. So he decides to make this really quick and rings the bell.

Almost immediately a short guy with brownish hair and a mischievous smile opens the door. “Hello, hello,” he greets the officer. “You’re early.”

Dean frowns, puzzled. “What?”

But the man just grabs his wrist and pulls him inside. “It’s better that way, actually. Cassie’s already very suspicious and we wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, right?”


“But I’ve gotta warn you, he’s very shy,” the man explains. “He’s probably not going to be thrilled you being here. Don’t take it personally and just make him change his mind, okay? I’m positive you’ll handle that. You’re exactly his type. Sexy with green eyes.”

And then the guy winks and leads him into a room before Dean has got a chance to argue. About fifteen pairs of eyes land on him instantly.

Curiously. Expectantly.

Only the man in the middle looks outright horrified. He stares at Dean with big, really beautiful blue eyes, a blush on his cheeks, and Dean recognizes him immediately by the picture on the driver’s license. Castiel Novak.

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VIXX Reaction: When your horny and you want them to fuck you rough and hard

N: You, who as not been in the mood for a good two week has suddenly been hit with the horny stick and this was nothing but a pure miracle to your lovely boyfriend who would swear up and down that he got blue balls wait for you to be on the same page as him. “Is, is this what cloud 9 feels like? is this the promise land? I- i love it here” (this Drama King here)

Leo: You weren’t even home yet but you knew that once you got there you didn’t want to waste time on anything. You just wanted, Leo and you and the bed to be broken in half by the end of the night. So, you just sent a quick warning text to your lover boy that when you get home it’s on like donkey kong. He spent the next 20 minutes just mentally preparing himself to put in work work work work work 

Ravi: you had been horny all got damn day and the only thing on your mind was some nice thick dickin from Ravi. You basically kicked open the door not knowing the present of the other member and freely yelled out “I Want Some Dick!! Now” this, of course, startled Ken and Ravi about after expressing your need once again, Ravi gets the message and hurriedly kicked Ken out the house for some sexy time. 

Ken: Oh yes you two were about to get it on till the break of dawn. You asked for it nice and rough and he promised to deliver and trust me, sweetie, he will. As you got yourself all freshened up for a night of sweet love making (nice sweaty fuckin) he had himself a little victory dance. “aye aye i bout to get some sex”

Hongbin: You were pretty hyped about gettin’ it in hard tonight but this little arrogant piece of man meat just wasn’t sure you knew what you were getting yourself into. “mmm, i dont know baby, you got work tomorrow and i don’t want you to have a hard time cause you can’t walk”

Hyuk: I don’t know what else to say. He is so fucking ready. Like, look at him, when you asked for no mercy he was like “the fuck is mercy?” he completely forgot the word soft, easy, nice, slow. Completely out of his vocab. You think he’s playing but trust me, sweetie, you won’t even know what happened to you once its all said and done. you’ll just be laying there in shock thinking ‘ the fuck I get myself into?’ but at least you’ll have fun…. just Be prepared to call out of work the next day cause he is not just a one ride pony. Yall will be going til the birds wake up.

Bitten lips and sexy hips

Bitten lips and Sexy hips Part 2

Summary: When seeing him bit his lip drives you crazy one to many times.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it if ya gonna tap it people) promise its coming (no pun intended)

Setting: about three or so years into the future were Bucky is now a part of the Avengers, though Tony still gives him shit.

Notes: As always comments, feedback are welcome since this is my first Avenger’s story.

Gateway to previous parts:  Part 1

Gasping softly, heat flooding your cheeks staining them a dark pink, tingles lighting your body. “Bold words Barnes you have the balls to back them up?” bottom lip catching between your teeth, nibbling giving him a cheeky smile.

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It was really nice to meet you but I’m just not looking to repopulate the Earth.
—  white woman, in Boulder, at the Laughing Goat

tim burgess is a bit like that one piece of vegetable u always leave behind on ur plate but sometimes ur super hungry so u eat all of it and u realize it goes really well with the meat and other stuff and that it’s actually really nice and underrated

Under neon lights,on creaky beds

Pairing: Jikook

My first Jikook fic

please don’t kill me

Angst(?) and smut

In which Jimin finds himself at a Brothel in The Red Streets of sins and wants to make a young broken prostitute feel loved, even if just for the paid hour. 

I suck at desprictions

Flashy red neon lights, thats the known trace of the Red street, where nothing but sinful things happens and was dealt with; sex, drugs, abuse, and sometimes murder. All kind of things but never love. And if you did find love in such a filthy place then you should savour every second, because after your paid hours have ticked by it’s over.

Such places was places Jimin would never in his wildest dreams have gone too. Still he was there, barely tipsy and feeling more than uncomfortable by the heavy smoke and smell of something he couldn’t quite distinguish; but if sin had a smell, he would say it smelled just like this.

“Ready to get your dreams and needs fulfilled gentlemen?” a lady that looked around her 40’s asked him and the rest.

Ah yes, Jimin wasn’t there out of free will. His boss decided that it would be good to have  dinner with the company for everybody to get close. Which Jimin wouldn’t mind too much but ending up in the infamous Red Bullet Brothel was not exactly how he had seen it turn out. Everybody piss drunk and barely conscious enough to stand or even utter a short yes.

The lady disappeared for a brief moment before coming back with 10 females, all looking like they were on something, their eyes unfocused and a weird smile plastered on their faces with fake giggles.

Each man took the lady that fell into his liking, or those who were left. Each man except for Jimin.

“Ya! Jimin, why don’t you grab yourself a piece of nice meat ? I pay !” His boss blurted out already groping the woman’s breast while trying to make his eyes focus at the blurry figure that was Jimin, at least he thought it was.

“Bu-b-but sir.. there is no females left and I don’t really-“ “WHAT ?! Ma’am, my friend over here haven’t gotten some !” He screamed towards the lady that was about to leave into wherever she had come from in the first place.

“Oh, well I shall find him someone. Why don’t you just go and have your fun Mister ? I’ll take care of the rest” the lady said and his boss was already wobbling towards one of the doors with the equally unsteady giggling woman.

Jimin cursed under his breath, this was wrong, he didn’t want to be there. He could just go home now right? It’s not like his boss would know anyway. When he was about to tell the lady he didn’t need anyone and that he would leave she returned with somebody tracing after her, short black hair.

A male..?

“I’m sorry mister, but it seems we’re out of women for the moment, but this one will do, right ? He is actually the best we have, both males and females favourite.”

A male indeed.

Black hair, with bangs right above his eyelids. Cherry lips that glistened oh so sinfully, sparkling doe eyes rammed in long lashes and eyeliner. Skin white and smooth looking. A flawless porcelain doll. That is, if you ignored the purple marks on his neck and collarbones.

“Mister?” the woman said and Jimin just realised he had been staring.

“Uh- I..I-“ His eyes meet the males. They looked pitch black, empty, like if you would stare long enough you would fall into the darkness of eternity. Still they were sparkling and there was something innocent about them. But Jimin felt intimidated by his stare nevertheless.

Go, now. Say no. Go home.

“I’ll.. I’ll take him” he said while still looking at the unknown young man. The others gaze never leaving him.

No, Jimin. You don’t do these kind of things, its dirty, its a sinful thing to do. To yourself; to him.

His voice kept nagging at him but he just couldn’t corporate with it. It was something about the emptiness and the beauty of the other that had Jimin wanting, wanting him. And before he knew it the young latter had taken his wrist and started to pull him towards one of the deepest rooms. Air getting thicker and thicker with each door they passed, each one which you could hear moans and slamming and creaks of beds. He was starting to regret and could feel something ring in his head, nevertheless he did not try to free himself from the other, just let him lead him deeper in to the darkness.

When they reached the door the boy had stepped aside to let Jimin in first. Jimin stood there just looking at him for a second before telling him to go first.

The boy had only looked at him back with his doe eyes still as empty.

“I.. I mean, I’m already a horrible person for taking you.. I can at least treet you nice..”

As nice as a man can treat a prostitute you mean?

The boy had looked surprised for a moment, or so he thought, his expression didn’t really change too much his eyes just appeared bigger for a nano second.

“Please?” Jimin had barely but whispered and the boy finally did as he said and walked in first and Jimin right after, closing the door with sweaty hands.

The room was neither small nor big. It had a worn out leather couch on the right end of the room and a bed on the left end. Red and blue neon lights giving it a weird, hazy kind of look, no windows.

“One hour”

Jimin just realised he hadn’t heard the boy speak, until now.


“You got one hour” he had answered short.

His voice was deep but not too deep and raspy.

“O-okey” Jimin said and the young boy led him towards the cough, pushing him down before placing himself on his lap. Jim could feel his heart skip a beat and his breath hitched.

The boy looked amused “I haven’t done anything yet”

“I know, I just..” Jimin felt flustered by how he was acting, as if this was his first time to ever experience intimacy with  somebody, well it kind of was. First time with a prostitute that is. A young looking one and a male at that.

“What’s your name..?” he found himself asking

“I don’t give names” the boy answered, his amusement gone.

“Oh well..can I then at least get to know how old you are?”

The boy had looked at him for a few second, eyes wandering around Jimin’s face and  he could swear he had never felt so stripped by somebody else’s eyes before.

“I’m..I’m 17”

Jimin had kept quite, did he hear right ? He wasn’t even legal yet.

This is wrong, but he must have his reasons.. But still, so wrong

“Oh..okey “

The boy had looked more surprised now than he did earlier

“You’re..you’re not freaked out..? Disgusted..? I mean, I’m not even legal yet..”

He was now shifting a bit on Jimin’s lap, fingers fumbling with the hem of his oversized t-shirt.

“Well, I guess you have your reasons so.. And really, who am I to judge? I mean, I’m here” Jimin said while pointing around the room.

The boy had looked at him, as if searching for something and for a few seconds Jimin could swear he had seen something in the others eyes, but before he could grasp just what it had disappeared with a low whisper of “Yeah, whatever..”

The boy shifted again on his lap, making Jimin again aware of their position and what they actually were about to do.

But before Jimin could think any further or say something the boy had taken his face in his palms, they were so cold and smashed their lips together. It was all teeth, tongue, biting and bumping of noses. Nothing that indicated love or anything near to even the slightest of affection or care.

Yet he tasted so sweet, so innocently bittersweet. and Jimin couldn’t pull back even if he wanted too, the boy had a proper fistful grip of his red hair now, tugging harshly at it, yet somehow keeping their faces so impossibly close.

He yanked Jimin’s head backwards and started to suck and drag his teeth along his neck harshly. Jimin groaned, he didn’t know if it was out of pleasure or pain or maybe even both. Soon he could feel the younger’s free hand tugging impatiently at his bottom up shirt, fumbling with the bottoms before letting his cold hand roam around his body.

Something felt so wrong about the way he touched him, kissed him, just everything. It all felt so cold, so heartless and empty. As if the boy wasn’t even there. It made Jimin lose focus on what was happening and rather concentrate about how wrong it felt, he could feel a knot forming in his stomach and not the one out of pleasure.

The younger noticed and frowned.

“Too slow for you?” he asked before throwing off his t-shirt, being left in nothing else but a pair of boxers. His skin had a lot of marks, some that had started to heal, some that looked fresh and some that looked more like scars, engraved in his body forever. To always find its way to hunt him about his past if he ever were to try to go another direction in life.  

He had bruises on his hips, of fingers and nails that had digged into his skin of his several heartless and nameless costumers.

Still he looked so innocent and broken in Jimin’s eyes, but he knew there was nothing innocent about this boy, he had lost it in every possible way, still he couldn’t help but feel he was only tainting him more.

He tried to stop the boy’s harsh ministrations but only got his hands yanked and pulled towards the boys hips, holding them there while he rocked down on him rough and fast.


“I’m sorry I can’t - I can’t do this..” Jimin said almost in a whisper

The other boy stopped what he was doing “Why? If it’s because of the marks and bruises then I don’t care, nobody is ever gentle with me. I can’t possibly break more than I’ve already have” He said coldly before diving towards the elders lips only for Jimin to shock his head.

“No.. I can’t do this, maybe they can but I don’t” Jimin said firmly now. While looking at the boy who now was looking at everything but him.

He only tsked

“You’re waisting my fucking time, I could have had other costumers now that would actually use me for what I’m worth. Instead Im stuck here with some stupid that thinks he can play off with being goodie two shoes ! I don’t need your fucking sympathy!” The boy was practically screaming at Jimin’s face by the end of his sentence, a lot of emotions for once showing in his eyes, but mostly anger.

“I don’t think anyone; no matter how much they have payed, have known your worth, or ever treated you  how you should be treated” He had calmly answered back.

The younger was fuming, cold hands formed into fists, knuckles showing through his already pale skin.

“You know shit about me or my life.. So don’t come here and tell me who has treated me right or not” His voice was shaking, sounding even hoarser than it had earlier.

Jimin wanted nothing but to hold him, love him

You are fucking insane

“You’re right, I don’t. But I’m not blind, I can see it”

He reached out for the boy’s fisted hands, thumb soothingly tracing alongside of his tense knuckles. He flinched, but didn’t do anything or told him to stop. So Jimin reached for his face with one hand, lifting his face up for their eyes to meet. He could see something more than anger now, pain, sorrow.

“I don’t know nothing about you, your life, your reasons, nothing. But I know one thing, you like anyone else in this world deserves love. Being treated with it and getting it”

“There is no such thing as love for a prostitute like me. A whore. People don’t come here for giving or receiving love, they come for their egoistic need of pleasure. It’s a take and leave”

Jimin has had it and can’t take the broken look of the boy anymore.

“Then let me, if only for the remaining of my paid hour… Treat you with it” The younger didn’t say anything, but his eyes showed confusion an untold ‘Why?’ nevertheless, he let his body relax a bit before saying “Okey, give me the illusion of the love that does not exist”

That was all Jimin needed to hear before tilting his head and kissing the boy with the outmost care. He was afraid, so, so afraid of breaking what was left of the broken boy. He tensed up again and so Jimin put both his hands on the boys face, caressing it as softly as he could, to tell him it was okey.

 I won’t hurt you.

The boy loosened up a bit and responded back with his lips, to the unfamiliar feeling of a soft kiss he’d never had. His hands shakily found their way up to the elders torso, and up to his shoulders, keeping them there.

Jimin let his hand wander down to the sides of the younger, giving him featherlike touches and nibbling his lips. The other boy shivered and opened his mouth to let him in. Unsure tongues meeting halfway, one hesitant because he doesn’t know if he might have gone too far, the other hesitant because he doesn’t know how to do it without being rough. Yet, they found their ways and they found their pace.

Jimin broke the kiss to catch air and to see if he should proceed, he would not force anything on the boy that he didn’t want to. That was not his intention.

The younger let out a little whine when they pulled apart, cheeks tinted a slight pink and lips an even stronger cherry color.

You are so beautiful

Jimin gently pushed him of his lap and led him towards the bed instead. Laying the boy down on his back before hovering over him, the younger’s breath actually hitched and he suddenly looked so nervous. For someone who daily dealt with intimacy with strangers he sure looked unexperienced at the moment.


“Relax, tell me to stop if you feel like you don’t want to anymore. I’ll stop. I promise.”

Jimin set for his lips again this time kissing him more intense, still caring but with more passion, desire. The boy answered back immediately this time, body relaxing more. Jimin stroke his hair and let his hand wander down his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone and down to his chest, lightly ghosting over his nipple and when he got a  response he rocked his hips in a slow but strong phase down at the other.

He moaned

Jimin let his mouth wander to each cheek, giving them light pecks, his nose, eyes, forehead and lips before trailing openmouthed  kisses along his jawline, behind his ear and down his neck, his neck filled with hickeys, he wanted nothing more but to kiss them away. Heal every mark on his body, both physically visible and mentally.

So he imagined he could and kissed every pair of marks he could find and they were a lot, his hot lips meeting cold skin.

You are so cold

When he reached down to the hem of his boxers, he looked up, to see if it was okey, the other boys eyes were hooded, his breath uneven and body flush. He only nodded so Jimin pulled them down and fully off. The younger hissed at the sudden contact with cold air. Pre-cum leaking down the shaft.

Jimin kissed his hipbones and down towards his thighs, sucking lightly, but not enough to put a mark, he didn’t want to be like the rest. To so egoistically claim someone as his without permission. He could feel the other shivering with each touch, each light peck and he just wished this could last forever. That he could shower him with all the love forever.

Despite his skin being so cold, it was so smooth, he was like a porcelain doll indeed, flawlessly beautiful, smooth yet cold. Solid yet breakable.

Jimin tok his time and the boy was wreathing under his every touch, anticipating for more. He gave the neglected shaft a lick, from the base to the top, and the boy immediately bucked his hips, letting out broken, hoars cries of pleasure. He kept going, holding it firmly on the base while taking in the tip and suck lightly first, but going deeper and harder after a while, the nameless boy had a grip on Jimin’s hair, pushing it downwards with shaking hands, moans escaping every once in a while.

Seeing as the boy looked distracted enough Jimin thought it was the good time to prepare him, so he took the lube he had gotten from the nightstand next to the bed earlier and slicked some on his fingers, one hand teasingly ghosting around his puckered hole, while the other hand was used to caressing his inner thigh. He pushed in one  as he gave him a hard suck for the pleasure to mix in with what most likely would feel uncomfortable.

The other whimpered, he pushed deeper, stopped sucking to look up if he was fine. His brows were furrowed and he was biting his lips, some tears threatening to pass through his closed eyes .

“Are you okey..? I can st-”

“No, no I just..they usually just.. they don’t prepare me..” The nameless answered. And Jimin could feel anger boil in him

Heartless is what they must be

Jimin was now hovering over the boy  again looking into his eyes, the other trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me, please”

the other looked at him.

“They might don’t care if you feel pain or not, but I do. So please, tell me to stop if it hurts.” he said warmly and the other nodded slowly while biting his lips.

Jimin kissed him again, even more intense now while pushing in his second finger, pumping and scissoring, a third finger and the boy’s breath hitched.

“Don’t stop..” he had said before Jimin had managed to ask him if he was okey, the younger pulled Jimin closer by his neck kissing and nibbling at it, but now it felt different. It was with so much need but not in a harsh way, it was as if he genuinely wanted him to feel good, to thank him.  

Jimin kept going with his fingers, the other suddenly stopped  his ministrations and let his head fall back with a loud, long moan escaping his mouth.



and so Jimin pushed in again and again, the boy didn’t stop with his moans, they only got louder and louder and it was like the sweetest kind of music to Jimin’s ears.

“S-stop. I.. I want you-I need you..” the boy said while looking Jimin dead in the eyes, gaze hazed with pleasure he’d never had and doe eyes hooded.

He was so beautiful, so innocent looking

how can they not see?

Jimin pushed himself away from the boy and up from the bed to remove his pants and boxers before slicking his own lenght with enough lube and get in between the boys thighs.

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t get a verbal answer, instead he was met with a heated kiss, a needy one, a whimper and shaky hands pushing him downwards.

He pushed in and the boy immediately arched his back letting out a mewl, eyes closing shut, nails digging on Jimin’s muscular back. He groaned.

He went deep and slow, and even though it wasn’t rough, the other boy had never in his life experienced such intense pleasure, so much care. And it was starting all to be too much for his body to handle.

“P-please.. faster, harder” Jimin was reluctant at first but complied to his demands.  Just after a few thrust he had found his spot again, angling himself so he knew he would hit it again and again. And the boy was a mess, but the kind of mess he should be.

They held each other as close as it is physically possible for two humans to do, moans and groans, kisses and intense gazes. Affectionate words of how beatiful the younger was.

“Ah, I’m about to..”



“My name is Jimin..fuck..”



And right after Jungkook came, with Jimin’s name on his lips, while Jimin with his.

They just laid there panting for air for a while, basking in the aftermath and the silence.

“Time’s up..” Jungkook whispered, looking at the neon lights on the wall. Not facing Jimin. It would be a lie if he said it didn’t hurt the least. But what could he do? It wasn’t like Jimin would mean any more than any other costumers; at the end of the day he was just a way for Jungkook to survive in this worlds cruel reality, just money.

Jimin pushed himself up from the bed, finding his clothes and putting them on again the best way he could.

Jungkook did the same.

“Well goodbye then, Jungkook” Jimin said before making his way to the door but before he reached for the knob Jungkook was standing before him, with his doe eyes, still dark but less empty.

So so beautiful

“Thank you… Jimin”

He hesitantly leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the lip, very brief but one could still tell it was genuine.

And so Park Jimin left, but with a piece of his heart remaining in the brothel, remaining with a boy who had doe eyes and innocent looks, a cold broken beauty.

And maybe he didn’t know, but when he left Jeon Jungkook had let him take the remaining pieces of his heart with him too.

But such places was never ment for love, but  if you did find love in such a filthy place then you should savour every second, because after your paid hours have ticked by it’s over.


Human flesh tastes ‘somewhere between pork and lamb’: Video shows man testing meat from his own leg

BBC presenter Gregg Foot had a piece of his thigh muscle removed in order to discover how human flesh tasted, but couldn’t eat his own since it’s illegal, so he made a mockup style burger.
First he said “ew,” of the strong scent, but then added “it’s actually quite nice… really meaty though. It’s like beef and ale stew or something.”

Researches claimed that the aroma measured at about 80 percent of the real taste, but that wasn’t enough for Foot, he still needed an actual taste of something similar.

The analysis revealed that his leg was about half the type of muscle found in chicken breast and half the muscle fibers found in cuts of beef. The scientist who conducted the scent experiment said Foot’s flesh would most likely taste like a combination of red meat, pork and lamb.

anonymous asked:

"you live down the hall from me and ive only just realized you have the vutest pyjamas ever" sounds so R27 to me. Tsuna has the cute PJs-Kes

Sugar, Sugar

If I read correctly, today is your birthday. 8D Happy Birthday! It’s a good thing I finished this fic today ahaha. 

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Tsuna was facing a problem.

He was out of sugar.

Groaning at the situation that could only be found in a romance novel, Tsuna despaired. He was out of sugar. Today was the bake sale, the bake sale that Kyoko had asked for Tsuna’s help, the bake sale that Tsuna was supposed to bake his mother’s infamous chocolate chip cookies.

He was out of sugar.

Tsuna could, supposedly, run down to the store to buy more sugar, but there was one tiny little problem with that. It would take over an hour to go down to the nearest market and come back. Tsuna had only two hours before the bake sale started and the commute would take about forty five minutes. There wouldn’t be enough time to run to the store, bake the cookies and leave on time.

He truly was no-good for not checking if he had sugar.

Steeling himself, Tsuna walked outside of his apartment. Perhaps he could beg sugar off one of his neighbors. Aria and Yuni lived next door and Tsuna was close enough friends with the small ten year old girl that he could beg for sugar and Aria would probably take pity on him. Hopefully.

Tsuna would take this secret to the grave, but there was something downright terrifying about Aria. Her daughter, Yuni, was an angel, but Aria? Tsuna shuddered. The older woman smiled, but half the time, it was not a friendly smile.

Taking a fortifying breath, he knocked on the door and the door swung open.

That was not Aria who answered.

It certainly wasn’t Yuni either.

Instead stood a scary looking man with black hair, staring at Tsuna with cold black eyes. Instincts honed after years of being attacked by Hibari in both middle and high school started screaming at Tsuna. This man was dangerous!

“Hieeee!” Tsuna shrieked. “Sorrywrongapartment!”

He turned, ready to dash away when he heard Yuni’s voice.


Tsuna froze. He looked back to see Yuni peeking around the scary man’s legs. The black haired girl beamed at him.

“Tsuna-nii!” Yuni said, darting out to hug Tsuna.

“Yuni-chan?” Tsuna asked, hesitating just a little as he scooped her into a hug. Warily, he glanced at the dark scary man who just quirked a questioning eyebrow up.

Yuni followed his line of vision and giggled. “That’s just Uncle Reborn,” she said brightly. “He looks mean, but he’s really nice.”

Now, Tsuna adored Yuni. He truly did. But his instincts didn’t lie. This man was dangerous! He might be nice to Yuni, but clearly to anyone who wasn’t this precious child, the man was dangerous.

“Chaos,” Reborn said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

Tsuna choked. What kind of greeting was that? Slowly, warning bells went off in Tsuna’s head. If Yuni wasn’t still in his arms, Tsuna would have taken the opportunity to run away very fast. He was starting to feel like a piece of meat being eyed by a very hungry predator.

He watched a razor sharp smirk spread across Reborn’s face. “Nice pajamas,” Reborn purred. “The lions are a nice touch.”

Tsuna squeaked, glancing down at his sleepwear. He hadn’t changed clothes before leaving his apartment! His face burned with embarrassment. On top of that, he was wearing the blue pajamas, patterned with cartoon lions on them that his mother had bought for him.

Reborn leaned closer to Tsuna. Tsuna leaned back, gulping nervously. “What can I help you with Tsuna?” Reborn asked.

“I-I need some s-sugar?” Tsuna sputtered out.

Yuni’s eyes went wide before she let out a childish gleeful cry. “Are you baking your infamous chocolate chip cookies, Tsuna-nii?” she asked. “Can I help?”

Yes,” Reborn said. “Can we help?”

Tsuna squeaked again. He had a very bad feeling about this.

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“So I was walking down the street trying to go get some coffee and some disgusting sweaty man decided to cat call me and treat me like a piece of meat. You would think after living in New York for so long I’d learn to ignore it. But, no, I walked away giving him a nice black eye.”


Can you do a one-shot where the reader is Garcia’s younger cousin (like 19-21) and she brings them to work because they’re interested in her field and they meet the team and Spencer takes a liking towards them? I adore your writing ❤❤

I can most certainly do this!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

As your fingers rattle off on the keyboard, your cousin staring wide-eyed at you at the challenge you were stepping up to, she pulls up a chair and sits down beside you as she stands mesmerized at the screen.

“Holy crap, Y/N!” she squeals, watching the line of code whir by as, one by one…file by file…you begin to pull up documents even Garcia thought she had hidden well.

It was a game the two of you played whenever you were together.  One of you would develop hidden easter eggs on your respective technology, and the other would have to sift through and try to find it.

But in attempting to find the easter egg she had planted, you had begun to tap yourself into some sensitive material.

“Aaaaaand that’s enough for today,” Garcia says, yanking the power strip out of the wall as all of the screens go powering down, much to your dismay.

“But Pennyyyy!” you whine, “I was almost there!”

“No, you weren’t even close,” she lied.

The truth of the matter was, Garcia hid it close to the sensitive information because, if she were to ever interview someone to take her place, that is the exact protocol she would put into place: find a particular hidden file amongst everything, and if they could reach it, they were hired.

And her 20 year old cousin had done just that.

“Come on, it’s almost lunch time anyway, and I want you to meet the team,” your cousin says, tugging at your hands.

“But I don’t like people,” you huff playfully, rolling your eyes as you exaggerate your groan getting out of your seat.

“Sweetheart,” Garcia says as she drapes her arm around your shoulders, “you really need to get out more.”

“But society sucks.  Computers don’t judge me for how many Pringles I eat,” you defend.

“True.  But you also won’t meet beautiful hunks of gorgeous muscle,” your cousin teases, winking at you as you roll your eyes.

“You know I don’t like guys like that anyway,” you mumble.

“Just you wait,” she says, stepping into the hallway as the two of you make your way to the main room.

“Theeeere she is,” a large man croons, his chocolate features smiling broadly as he embraces Garcia in a long, tugging, gentle embrace.

“Oh, my beautiful piece of man meat,” Garcia murmurs happily, “I have someone I want you to meet.”

“Is this your cousin?” he asks, pointing to you as he flashes you his smile.

“Yes!  This is Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he says, jutting his hand out as you look at it warily.

“Hi…” you trail off, grasping his hand gently as you shake it once before quickly dropping your hand.

“Soooo?” Garcia lulls, “Whaddaya think?”

Looking the man you would eventually come to know as Morgan up and down, he furrows his brow a bit as other people begin to gather around.

“Still a ‘no’,” you say, darting your gaze over to your cousin as she unhinges her jaw and shakes her head.

“I swear, you are the weirdest person I know,” she breathes.

“That means something coming from you,” an older man says, his furrowed brow releasing into a bit of a smile.

“Aaron Hotchner,” he says as he extends his hand.

“Y/N,” you say, giving him the same tentative handshake you gave Derek.

“It’s very nice to meet you.  Garcia’s cousin, right?” he asks.

Nodding your head, you make your rounds with the rest of the team, feeling out of place in the midst of everyone’s attention.

“Is this your cousin, Garcia?”

As you whip your head around, your eyes coming into contact with a very tall, very long, very striking man…his sweater vest under his suit coat hugging his chest as his legs fill out his tailored pants nicely, you find yourself swallowing hard as Garcia smirks out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes, Reid.  This is Y/N.  She’ll be with me for a few weeks.”

“Oh, fun!” he exclaims, a half-grin on his face as he nods his head.

“Aren’t you gonna shake her hand, Reid?” Morgan teases.

“Oh no no, that-…that’s fine,” you say, wringing your hands in front of you as you smile and look down.

“It’s very nice to meet you…” you trail off, your eyes getting lost in his as you shake your head lightly.

“…all.  It’s uh..it’s nice to meet you all,” you emphasize.

But all you heard was Garcia giggle.

“Come on, I’m starving,” she says, hooking her arm within yours as she begins dragging you to the elevator, the rest of the team falling behind as Spencer’s eyes stay locked onto you.

“You comin’, pretty boy?” Morgan asks, slapping his back as it pulls him from his trance.

“Yeah.  Yeah yeah yeah, uh…I’m coming.”


A couple of weeks flew by pretty quickly, seeing as Garcia had a case pop up right after that lunch with the team, but it wasn’t until that third week that things started to take a serious turn.

Garcia had called you on your cell phone, insistent that you get to her lair at the office because she needed your help.  You were frantic in getting down to her, not even bothering to put on a bra as you threw your hair up into a bun and slipped your fabric coat and slippers on, grabbing her separate set of keys and dashing out the door.

There, the two of you had paired up to track down a killer that was targeting people trafficking to a specific dark web website.  You helped Garcia dig, rerouting the videos being played of children being auctioned off, and you quickly found yourself sympathizing and siding with the “vigilante justice killer” and his ways.

“There’s a good chance they lost a child this way, you know,” you spit, your eyes watering heavily as your fingers continue to fly across the screen, tracking down addresses and IP’s and desperately trying to save the children who were beaten, battered, and surgically altered on your screen.

Garcia hadn’t meant to drag you into this world, but she had gotten in over her head quickly, and knew that if she had brought you in on it that there was a good chance that more children would be saved.

And she was right.

The two of you had been able to do in less than 12 hours what would have taken Garcia almost two days to do on her own, and when you saw the team barrel into the home, their faces on the screens as the children sobbed in delight, you ripped your headset off of your head and put your face in your hands, sobbing for their lives and for the lives of the ones that had come before them.

It hadn’t taken them long after finding the children to track down who was tracking IP addresses to the website and making them their personal targets.

But you found yourself sympathizing with the murderer a lot more than you should have.

And it made you sick.

“I’m going home,” you say as you get up from your chair.

“Alright,” Garcia says as she rubs your back lightly, “I’ll see you at the apartment.”

“No,” you state as you shake your head, tears pouring down your face, “I’m going home.”

And with that, you schlepped out of her office.


You had gotten to the apartment and packed your bags, searching for flight tickets before settling down onto the couch, falling asleep before you could press the purchase button.

So when the smell of strongly brewed blueberry muffin tea hit your nostrils, you sat up with a start as your laptop went crashing onto the carpet of Penelope’s apartment.

“Hey hey hey, it’s alright,” Spencer coos.

The tall, lanky, distracting man.

Furrowing your brow, you watch him take your hand and slowly curl it around the hot cup of coffee.

“The team wants to thank you for everything you did to help us before you leave,” he says.

“No thanks,” you say flatly.

After a few sips of your tea, and a bit of moaning on your part, you shake your head as you feel the couch sink down beside you.

“Where’s Penny?” you ask.

“She stayed with Morgan.  She thought maybe you could use the space.”

“So how’d you get in?” you inquire.

“Me and Morgan have a key, after a particular…incident…a few years back.”

Nodding slowly, you bring the tea back to your lips as you feel a hand come down lightly on your back.

“Are you alright?” he asks soothingly.

“No,” you huff.

“Is there anything I can do?” he implores, leaning towards you closely as he drills a hole into the side of your face.

“This was a nice start,” you smile weakly, holding your tea up as Spencer grins.


Spencer had no idea what he was getting himself in to.  You were easily an entire decade younger than him, possibly more, and here he was, unable to keep his eyes off of you, desperate to help you in any way possible.

“Is there any way we can convince you to stay?” he urges.

“I just want to go home,” you whisper.

“I-…is there…anything I…could do?” he asks, his voice ticking up a bit.

Furrowing your brow lightly as you turn to finally face him, you meet his beautiful eyes, dripping with worry and concern, as your eyes dance around his face.

“Do you want to do something?” you ask.

“I uh…” he stammers as he brings his hands into his lap, his elbows resting on his knees, “I was hoping there was something I…I mean, we…could uh…could do.  Garcia really loves having you here, and the team has really taken a liking to you, and there’s a picnic this weekend since we have it off and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa…a picnic!?” you exaggerate, “Penny didn’t tell me about a picnic.  I’m aaaaaall up in a picnic.”

Chuckling at your reaction, he nods his head as he smiles brightly at you.

His smile was entrancing.

“So, you’ll uh…you’ll stay long enough to come?” he asks, the hope lifting in his voice as he holds your gaze, your body turning as you shift on the couch towards him.

“Of course.  I’ll even make my infamous oreo cookie cake.”

“Sounds delicious,” Spencer nods.

After taking another sip of your coffee, your eyes studying his body closely as he watches you with the same intensity, you take in a deep breath before clearing your throat.

“I should, uh…you know,” you say, thumbing over your back towards the bathroom.

“Oh.  Yeah, yeah,” Spencer says, hopping up off of the couch as you stand, his eyes trying desperately not to look at your swaying chest as you bounce up off of the couch.

“Thanks for the tea,” you say again, ushering him to the door as you lean over to grasp the doorknob.

“Wouldyouliketogetlunchwithmetoday?” Spencer spits out quickly, his cheeks reddening as you whip your gaze up to him.

“Would you…have the time?” you ask incredulously.

“Yeah.  I mean, today’ll just be paperwork and stuff,” he says, looking down at you as your eyes become level with his chest.

“Then I would love to,” you smile, slowly looking back up at him.

“Perfect,” he breathes, nodding his head as he steps through out into the hallway.

“See you at the office at 11:30?” he asks.

“Plenty of time for a shower,” you wink at him, taking in his smile one last time before closing Penny’s apartment door.

And as you scurry back to the bathroom, ripping your clothes off and turning the nozzles for the shower, you stamp your feet around and squeal as you smile from ear to ear, your heart thumping in your chest as the steam begins to overtake the bathroom.