and enticed at the end

why can’t instagram captions just flow naturally out of me??? that way i wouldn’t have to sweat for 10 minutes trying to craft an enticing description of my photo only to end up just deleting the whole thing and posting 3 emojis 

Can you imagine the changes to the workforce and how we treated workers if no one HAD to work to survive?

Like often I see these complaints about a universal basic income that are like “well then no one would work!” and I think there are lots of people motivated to have more money even when they have enough to get by, but I also I think, that’s kind of true, if regular employment looked and functioned the way it does now.

But with UBI if both employers and society wanted people in certain jobs those jobs would have to offer more than just “you need us to survive”. They’d have to offer satisfaction and community and purpose.

Imagine the changes places like WalMart and McDonalds would have to make to how they run their enterprise if they had to woo and entice their employees into wanting to be there. Imagine the end of “the customer is always right”, both because employers know their workers won’t put up with and because consumers are forced to have a respect for workers choosing to do this with their time to make the community function when they don’t have to.

Imagine the progress to automation and technology now that we don’t have to worry about unemployment as a result. So instead of a store having 40 employees, they have 10 and automated self check out and price scanners and store apps you can pay on, and automated self-driving bots to keep inventory and restock at night. (And that’s when you don’t just order online, shopping in-store is now inherently a Boutique experience).

But those ten remaining employees are So Valued by the company, and so carefully educated and trained and respected as experts in what they do. People go “you could do that when you grow up, help people shop and find what they need and know what products are best for them.” And it wouldn’t be an insult like “you’ll wind up flipping burgers”, but instead a respected option “you can help people have warm fresh food in one of the oldest and most prestigious international groups in the world, and look at their travel programs and free clubs and classes” (McDonalds wins the Fast Food Mario Kart Tournament every year, their team is best in the nation and if you want a good esports program you work at McDonalds).

Evidence shows people would still work. Evidence shows people want to improve their situations and want to have structure in their lives. Evidence shows the only populations who take advantage of a UBI to not work are students who choose to focus more on their studies and new mothers, who choose to spend more time with their kids.

But it would increase the bargaining power and social power of the average employee by so much. They’d have the option to walk away. And employers would know it and consumers would know it and employees would know it. So if we wanted it to keep working, employers would have to start catering to their employees wellbeing and health and happiness as well as their wallet.

And it would be so good.

Vampire AU - Jungkook
  • Genre: Smut
  • Pairing: Jungkook/reader

A new student of the Academy in Seoul gets lured by a very sweet and addictive fragrance. His curiosity pushes him to follow this deliciously enticing smell which ends up in a very mysterious meeting.



The first meeting

Originally posted by nnochu


Jeon Jungkook has just stepped into the vast hall of the Academy in Seoul. His eyes scanning the robust building as he sheepishly moves onwards. He set off from his apartment slightly later than he had initially planned, but here he is, still having at least 20 minutes to the start of the very first lecture in his life, a lecture that marks the beginning of a new chapter in his existence - the studies. He had applied for the Academy and somehow got admitted, perhaps out of sheer luck. At least, that’s what he thinks it was. Such strokes of luck have been continuously reappearing for as long as he can remember, one thing that he cannot complain about. He really is lucky. 

He is wandering around the corridors of the old building, looking for a certain classroom.

“Dang it,” the boy curses quietly, “I should’ve checked the timetable more carefully.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot recall the number of the room. Randomly, he decides to take the next turn left, which leads to yet another corridor. He can smell a very sweet fragrance that lures him to one of many doors. He follows blindly, being utterly mesmerized by the intoxicating scent. The door is open and he stops by, peeking inside.
  
There you are, leaning over the desk and sorting out some papers. They must be very old, judging from their yellowish hue and tattered edges. Jungkook holds in a breath, lips slightly parted. He forgot what he was about to say.
  
“What’s your business, boy?”
  
If it’s only possible, the pleasant timbre of your voice, despite the strictness of the question, seems to be even sweeter and more alluring than the smell lingering in the room and radiating from your persona. He swallows, spellbound by the perfection of the woman in front of his eyes. He can clearly tell you are older than him, but in all honesty, it’s not because of the wrinkles or any other traces of the flow of unrelenting time. It’s rather because he can sense this aura of dignity and nobility around you. The complexion of your skin is akin to that of porcelain dolls, so fair and shiny. Makes him want to run his hands over the area around your neck and…lower, so enticingly exposed by the snowy-white shirt you’re wearing. 

“Have you gone deaf?” you raise your eyes and Jungkook feels attacked by the intensity of the gaze. 

“How can a human being have such ridiculously beautiful eyes?”, he wants to ask but bites his tongue. 

“Emm, Ma’am… I was thinking… I mean, I think I’m lost and I was thinking if you could help me,” Jungkook utters not really recognizing his own voice now. 

“You should stop, then”, you say in a grave tone. 

“Stop what, Mrs…,” he questions, gathering enough courage to get closer to your desk. 

“You should definitely give up the thinking and ask for help, it doesn’t seem to be one of your best assets anyway, boy,” the mockery stops him dead in his tracks.

 “Excuse me?”, he asks, bewildered.

You take a sharp breath, already running out of your short supply of patience. “Listen here, you’re a pretty face but I sincerely hope you’re at least smart enough to see that I’m a terribly busy person, so…,” Jungkook blinks twice in disbelief upon hearing this questionable compliment. You continue unfazed, in a melancholic manner, shuffling the papers in your delicate hands, “So, come on boy, spit it out already or just get the hell out of my sight.” 

Upon hearing that, Jungkook’s body gets all tense, not liking the way how your sweet voice changes into something more of an unspoken threat. 

“I can clearly see that, Ma’am. I can see you’re very busy,” he stutters a little and goes on, trying not to look away and withhold the weight of your gaze, “I won’t bother you anymore. I’d very much appreciate if you could just show me the way to…,” and then he unexpectedly stops talking. 

“To where? Why did you stop? Did you forget how to use your mouth?” a smirk appears on your face as you keep on observing the obviously flustered boy, standing in front of you. 

“No, it’s just…,” he mumbles. 

“It’s just what?” you nag him, tilting your head to the side.

“Thing is, I can’t recall the number of the room and…,” not being able to contain your amusement, you laugh out loud, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Oh my, oh my. It keeps getting better and better. You’re actually quite entertaining.” 

Jungkook’s face reveals the mix of emotions bottling up inside of him. He clenches his fists, blushing furiously. 

“Is it because of anger or maybe he’s just too shy?” you ponder, starting to enjoy this conversation perhaps a little more than you should. 

“Do you know the name of the lecturer, or maybe the subject, anything for that matter?” you question, giggling softly. 

“History… It’s history,” the boy blurts out bitterly. In spite of the attempt to control your reaction, you fail and end up smiling even wider than before.

“Are you sure of that, boy? Or perhaps you need a moment to think it through and…”, he butts in, not allowing you to tease him any further, “Yeah, I’m damn sure, Ma’am. So damn sure.” His chocolate brown eyes narrowed visibly, a vein popping on his slender neck, disappearing somewhere under the collar of the white shirt. 

“What a handsome brat,” you lick your lip while thinking to yourself. The contrast between that puppy-eyed boy from just a moment ago and the furious young man glaring at you right now is just too striking. 

“Very well, boy. Very well,” you hum quietly. “Let me show you the way then…” 

Jungkook stares absent-mindedly at your hips, which are smoothly rocking from side to side, as you languidly approach him. It seems to him now that the luscious smell is even more distinctive. It magnifies with each and every step that you take. Finally, you halt, stopping quite close to the handsome boy, and yet, he wishes you were even closer. He barely manages to suppress the sudden urge to pull you in and close the remaining distance between you two. 

You gaze at him, smiling maybe a bit too provokingly. 

“Ready for a little trip, boy?”

Once again, you can admire how his perfect face blushes all shades of red, knowing all too well that this time it’s not because of anger or irritation. Jungkook nods bashfully, feeling that he won’t be able to say anything out loud.


Sometime later, Jungkook is finally sitting in the classroom, waiting for the lecture to begin. The mysterious lady he has just met gave him precise directions and made sure that he arrived at the proper place, repeating things twice as if she sensed Jungkook’s inability to focus and listen to her attentively. 

It wasn’t his fault, though. Ok, maybe he isn’t the best one when it comes to approaching and interacting with females, but she was on an entirely different level. Jungkook’s never seen a more beautiful human being. It was… It was almost as if she wasn’t real… Totally out of this world. Yes, this is what it was. This is how he felt in her presence. There was something other-worldly about her, something that he can’t forget. If only he asked about her name or anything that would enable him to find her. Well, most probably she is a worker here, but without any info, it may be quite troublesome to look for her. Jungkook sighs, feeling a bit down. 

Suddenly, the noise in the lecture hall eases off slightly, and all of the students that gathered in the room hurriedly take their seats, preparing for the class. Jungkook raises his head and reluctantly gazes in the direction of the door, expecting to see yet another typical history teacher, a boring and old man with little to no sense of humour. At least, that’s the image stemming from his own school life experience. But, oh dear. The boy almost springs to his feet when a certain mysterious lady enters the room, filling the lecture hall with this delicious smell, so familiar to Jungkook.

You briskly move to the desk and lean against it, facing your today’s audience. Jungkook notices how intently your eyes scan the faces of the first-year students. 

“Is she looking for somebody?” 

Jungkook hears soft whispers coming from the girls behind him. His palms begin to sweat, nervousness creeping over his entire body and then, you are finally done with the search. Or perhaps, a hunt. Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours. As ridiculous as it may seem, Jungkook really feels like a pray, though. Once more, the sweet melody of your voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“Hello there, rookies. My name is Y/N and I’m very sorry to inform you that starting from today, I’ll have to bear with your annoying asses at least till the graduation ceremony,” a sly smirk forms on your lips as you keep on gazing at Jungkook, “I sincerely hope it’s going to be a fruitful time, despite all the adversities of the academic year and the incurable idiocy of some of you… Let’s hope for the best, though.” 

The students are visibly taken aback by the bizarre treatment they’ve just received from their new charismatic teacher. Still, it seems none of them took offence and the lecture begins to take its usual course, only though it has a different ring to it because all of the students appear to be utterly fascinated by this strangely irresistible lady. Till the very end of the lecture, Jungkook can’t shake off the feeling of uneasiness lurking somewhere at the back of his head. His intuition tells him that this memorable meeting will be the beginning of a completely new phase, the beginning of something that will change his life for good.


The restaurant

Originally posted by nochuie


Old habits never die, and through the course of your long life, you’ve acquired quite a few of them. One of which was that hot mug of black coffee sipped somewhere at the back of your best friend’s restaurant. You always choose this one particular table and always, without any exceptions, order the same type of coffee. No milk nor sugar, bitter black coffee brewed only by one particular waiter, because apparently, nobody else is able to do it the way he does. Just one of your many quirks. Are you to blame, though? The everlasting, solitary life of a vampire must have taken its toll on you in one way or another. If not for your human friend, you’d have probably gone mad a long, long time ago. 

Being a born vampire from a noble family, you’re as if to say under constant scrutiny. Your not so loving family members keep their watchful eyes on you, hoping for some fresh and disgraceful news that would grant them the possibility to butt in and spread some gossip and calumny about you. No, your noble and dignified vampire relatives are not so virtuous as they aspire to be, and certainly not even half as trustworthy as they claim they are. For that, and many other reasons, for as long as you remember you’ve been rather detached from that fake community of vampire snobs. It’s maybe not as much about your family only, rather the entire race in general. You can’t help to feel appalled by their actions. They are like parasites. Of course, you’re vampires and it’s only natural you have to drink blood to live, but it seems the majority of your fellow bloodsuckers have somehow become all too greedy. The excessive desire to drink and taunt the mortals is something that you do not approve of. Be it boredom, gluttony or just the fascination with weaker and defenceless humans, it has just all gone out of control. Your kin are nothing less than a clique of hideous, full of shit and insatiable brutes desperate for any type of entertainment that would ease their boredom and somehow tend to their worn-out by time souls. 

If that wasn’t enough because you’re a member of this aristocratic and honourable (as they fancy calling themselves) vampire clan, there are some duties that have been imposed on you, and sadly, you can’t wriggle out of them in spite of numerous attempts. Although by day you are a distinguished and well-respected professor of history at the University of Seoul, night-time brings forth less admirable activities. With a heavy heart, you had to agree to become an owner of a nightclub, in the centre of the city. It’s a place where people and vampires mingle, something like a melting pot for these two races. More importantly, this club is a principal spot for business transactions or meetings between the members of different clans and many other questionable people, needing to tend to their affairs on a relatively safe ground. In other words, the management of this place has been a huge pain in the ass since the day your relatives decided to entrust it to you. That’s why that hot mug of coffee is a very much needed treat, helping you to relax a little just before the usual night-time madness.

You swiftly open the door of the restaurant and are welcomed by one of the waiters, who immediately leads you to your usual table. Sitting down, you quickly scan through the restaurant looking for your friend, but it seems that either she is not here, or she is taking care of things in the kitchen because you can’t really see her anywhere. You get all comfortable at the table, opening one of the old books found somewhere in the depths of the university library. Feeling totally at ease, you start examining the front cover of your little treasure. You’re about to open it and start reading when something or somebody casts a shadow on the book. You sigh, a little pissed. 

“How many times have I told you not to stand in the light when I’m reading, hmm?” you ask, not raising your eyes from the book and mentally cursing the idiocy of your regular waiter. 

“Well, at least he can prepare some decent coffee,” you think to yourself when the person finally moves aside, no longer obstructing the rays of the dawning sun coming through the huge windows. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but out of the things you’ve told me not to do, there’s been nothing about the light, so far.

A strangely familiar and beautiful voice forces you to look up. However, something is off because it’s certainly nothing like the voice of the guy that normally takes your orders. It’s Jungkook. It’s that impossibly cute boy from the university. Your student too. He starts counting on his fingers. 

“You’ve told me not to bother you after class, also not to ask stupid questions… And… Oh, yes! There was something about not staring at you, but I think I can’t really promise not to, so…”. 

“What are you doing here?” you interrupt him, not being able to conceal your confusion. 

“I’m working, Ma’am,” he says, smiling softly. 

Oh, wow. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you,” a little mockery helps you to regain your composure. 

“I’m in need of some cash. I’m a poor student, after all, you know,” he answers truthfully. 

“So, you decided that becoming a waiter is a good idea?” Your eyes scanning his body now. That apron wrapped around his hips certainly draws too much attention. 

“Dunno, but it seems the uniform fits quite well. What do you think?” 

Oh, god yes. It does fit well. You just wish the apron didn’t cover that much of his muscular thighs

“Ahh, you could even walk naked around here, If you want to know that badly what I think. What matters is my coffee and I have a feeling you will screw it all up.” 

He grimaces offended and takes a sharp breath of air, probably to voice his disagreement, but you cut in again. 

“And, no, I’m not finished yet. I’ve had the same waiter for over like 3 years, brewing exactly the same coffee for me almost every single day because none other was skilled enough to do it properly, and now… Tell me, boy, do you think you have what it takes to prepare that damned coffee? Do you?” 

There was a short silence following your intimidating rant, making you feel so damn proud of yourself. But then, the boy standing in front of you just smiled.

 “Ma’am, I’m not scared of you anymore,” he beams sweetly, “You’re not that terrifying, after all.” 

Your brows furrow angrily. “What does he mean anymore?” you ponder internally, hating to admit that somehow during these past few months his attitude towards you has changed dramatically. You don’t exactly know, though, what has caused such a sudden shift in behaviour. 

“No?” you ask, a bit too weakly. 

“No. Not at all,” Jungkook responds without any hesitation. 

“Oh, is that so? Call your boss. I have to talk to my friend,” you spit out hastily, much to Jungkook’s amusement. 

“So, my boss is your friend?” his eyes widen a little. 

“None of your business, just go and bring her here! I’m not going to waste any more time talking to you. I’m short of it, anyway…,” fingers nervously running through the long strands of your shiny hair. 

The boy doesn’t move an inch, though. He’s standing there, staring at you with this annoyingly cute smile. 

“Oh, goddammit. You’re so fucking disrespectful! I’m your teacher, you brat!” you almost slam your fist on the table, but fortunately, somehow you manage to keep it all at bay. 

“Exactly, that’s the point. Teachers should neither swear nor behave like that in the presence of their students, Ma’am. I hoped you would know better than that…,” he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, getting more and more cheeky

“Wh-who do you think you’re talking to you li-…,” you hiss out, standing up from your chair but you’re interrupted. That oh so accurate epithet you were planning to use will have to wait till the next occasion. 

Hello, darling!” your beautiful friends storms out of the kitchen, causing a little bit of disruption, and perhaps, uneasiness among now visibly tensed waiters. That rude brat seems unfazed, though.

“No, no ‘hello darling’,” you say, maliciously pointing your finger in her direction, “You better tell me, what the fuck is this nonsense all about?” 

She rolls her eyes, fixing the chef uniform that she’s currently wearing, “What nonsense are we talking about, exactly?” She is as professional and as calm as ever. If not for the fact that you’re best friends, you’d probably feel a little uneasy.

 “This nonsense,” you exclaim, now shifting your finger to point at Jungkook.

 “Oh… That cutie? Wha-What about him?” she asks, genuinely interested.

 “Cutie?!” you repeat the nickname in disbelief. 

“He’s not cute, he’s fucking rude and sassy. Like, why the hell did you even hire my own student? Where the fuck is my usual waiter, anyway…,” you take a breath of air in order to continue, “What is going on here, are you plotting with him?” 

She starts giggling a little, “Wait a minute… Are you telling me he’s your student? Oh my, it’s actually quite amusing”. 

“What’s so amusing about that? I demand explanations. Tell me, since when exactly did you start to hire kids with no experience and knowledge about being a waiter in this, let me state it out loud, high-end, fancy restaurant of yours?”

“There are certain reasons… It’s not always about experience. You’re an intelligent person, you should know it well,” she says casually. “By reasons you mean a pretty face and a…,” you stop suddenly feeling that your throat got so dry it’s difficult to finish the sentence. 

“Would you like some water, Ma’am?” Jungkook asks politely. A little smirk on his face laying bare the truth behind this fake act. 

“This is fucking unbelievable!” blood boiling in your veins as you shot your friend a deadly glare. 

“You mean it’s my fault? Oh, no, no no, my darling. I’ll tell you what happened to your beloved waiter. He fucking filed a resignation! He quitted the job, not being able to handle your picky ass. What was I supposed to do? This kid was the only one eager to take up the challenge. How about that? Huh?” 

“He did, he did what?” a sudden realisation got you off the hook but it was soon replaced with anger. 

“That ungrateful bastard! I even gave him decent tips!” you cry out loud stomping your feet. “Why is everyone at me today, what did I do to deserve that…,” you groan. 

“Oh, my… Don’t be such a drama queen. I got you a new, even cuter waiter. What seems to be the problem, darling?” She pulls you in for a hug. 

“Don’t you like him? Common, just look at him,” she encourages. 

“Common, look at me,” Jungkook echoes, bowing slightly to adjust to your height. Slender hands resting on his knees as he does so. 

“I don’t want to,” you mumble quietly. 

Jungkook turns to your friend, “She is a stubborn one, isn’t she?” He asks a bit perplexed, “And all that because of coffee?” 

She rubs your back reassuringly, “No, she’s-she’s just stressed out because of that night shifts at the club and all… Normally she isn’t all that grumpy, you know.” 

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What club? What night shifts?” he asks, hitting the high note. “Ahh, she is the owner of a clu-,” you butt in immediately, wriggling out of her embrace and looking up at Jungkook and your friend. 

“Damn, girl!” you practically hiss at her. 

“Do you own a nightclub? Oh shit, Noona!” Jungkook is visibly shocked and so excited. Also, the way he has just addressed you makes you feel some weird things, down there, in your tummy. 

“Where, where is it? What’s the name?” he keeps on asking the same questions, bringing you back to your senses. 

“Oh, cut it, will you? You’re not getting any more info! Now, shut up and go make that coffee already,” you order and look away, being too afraid to face him right now… Your friend spilled the beans, but none of you knows yet that this seemingly innocent slip-up will turn out to have tremendous consequences for later.


The boy gets bitten

Originally posted by jjeonguk


“This entire place reeks of hypocrisy,” you growl. 

Heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hastily retreat from that dark pit of your nightclub. As soon as you push the large door and the cold strokes of night air tickle the skin of your heated cheeks, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. This night really was busy. Fortunately, it’s all over.
  

Suddenly, your muscles tense and you get uncomfortable for some reason. There is this familiar scent of fresh and absurdly sweet blood hanging in the air and making all the bloodsuckers go nuts. Instinctively, your legs guide you in the direction of that intoxicating smell, making your senses sky-rocket in response. It lures you to the lane at the back of the club and then you halt abruptly.
  
The world starts spinning around you.

“Jungkookie?” you question silently.

The boy is pinned to the wall, with some repulsive leech sinking his teeth into that delicate and pink flesh. His face contorting with pain and horror.
You get that sickening sensation at the very bottom of your stomach. Jungkook opens his eyes and you could swear that he almost smiles when he notices you standing there and witnessing this impudence.
  
You leap forward, grabbing the neck of the attacker and pulling him back. Jungkook’s blood starts streaming down his torso as the boy sinks to his knees like a lifeless puppet.

“You fucking pests never learn not to touch what’s not yours,” with such words of farewell you twist the vampire’s neck. The creature squeaks like a pig for one last time before turning to ash and forever disappearing from this world.

You kneel down, stretching your arms to embrace the poor boy. You cup his chin and lift it up a little, wanting to look into his eyes. You would expect him to be terrified and appalled by you and your kin. You would expect him to hate you.

“Noona?” a faint smile appears on his face.

“I fucking told you not to come here.”

“As if I ever listened,” he starts shaking in your arms, “Why am I so cold, Noona?”

“Cause you’re dying, idiot.”

Your lower lip starts twitching dangerously.

“That’s too bad…,” he grimaces.

“I really thought we were going to hit it of-”
  
“Stop wasting energy on stupid shit,” you reprimand him, “I-I can help you.”

“How?” he mewls.

Your pulse starts to run wild as you shift your eyes looking straight at the bite mark.

“I’ll have to bite you and turn you into a vampire,” you inhale sharply, “The guy sucked so much blood you really are in a miserable state.”

The disturbing silence forms a lump in your throat.

“So basically either you let me do that or you die here, in this reeking of alcohol back street.”

You hold your breath, preparing to hear his decision.

“Shiiit, do you even need to ask?”
  
He smirks as if he wasn’t about to pass away in your arms. You stare at this perfect smile. Exactly the one that used to annoy you so much, only now you’d do anything to make it last forever. His eyes flutter and the boy loses consciousness. Your grip on his arms tightens as you hurriedly sink your teeth into his neck.


The unquenchable thirst

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


The clock has just struck 8 o’clock. 

“Heck, morning classes,” you swear under your breath as you rush down the vast corridor of the University of Seoul. At last, your hand squeezes the door handle and you open the old and squeaky door in one sharp tug, somehow completely forgetting to conceal your inhuman powers. Happens all too often.

The previously annoyingly loud students hastily return to their seats in complete silence. You can only hear some faint and hurriedly murmured words as you put down your leather briefcase on the desk placed in the middle of the lecture hall. You turn to face the class and your body goes all stiff. With your arms crossed over your chest, so as to cover up the sudden nervousness that has just attacked your entire being, you greet the students and proceed with the lecture.

“Stop staring, stop staring, you insolent brat,” there is this disturbing presence in the room which has been the cause of the excessive heat in certain areas of your body. You don’t even have to look in his direction, Jeon Jungkook is here, as rude as always.

Ever since you turned him into a vampire he has been a frequent visitor at your house. Duh, be it only your house. He’s been coming for your blood, not wanting to feed off other people. “I don’t want their blood, I only crave yours,” the dubious reasoning behind Jungkook’s insatiable thirst is now resonating in your head. You’d never expect that this newly-turned bloodsucker will be the cause of such a turmoil in your rather uneventful life of a solitary vampire. Fair enough, he’s been pestering you to feed him, which is something you would be able to deal with somehow. Temper the boy, establish some rules, like do’s and don’ts of him getting his portion of the red liquid coming from your veins. Thing is that with time, as he’s been feeding off you more and more frequently, he’s also been gaining an unusual strength. Your rules, any control you had over the boy, and even your own self-control have begun to crumble at a devastating pace. His thirst, the desire to drink your blood, much to your dismay, has unexpectedly evolved into something much more troublesome for both of you. He is not only feeding off you, the very act of sinking his teeth into your skin seems to get him off so fucking much he simply cannot hide it and keep it in. 

Your cheeks have gotten so red now you’re appalled by how much all of this affects you. You lost. You simply gave in and one night you let him have sex with you. One big mistake which has laid the foundation for the current issues with Jungkook’s unquenchable thirst.

You are pacing around the lecture hall, feeling as his eyes follow your every movement. You let out a weary sigh, reaching for the exercise book and quickly scanning the pages. You want something to distract this annoying brat.

“Open the books, page 120. You have the remaining of the lesson to answer questions 6 and 7. Don’t slack off. I’ll grade it.” 

Upon saying that you let yourself gaze at Jungkook, smirking triumphantly at the over-confident bastard. A dissatisfied wave of groans echoes in the lecture hall, as if taking up the challenge, the boy smirks back. 

“Eat crap, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper to yourself, but apparently the message is delivered as it occurs to you that the boy`s eyes are intently watching your lips and their movement. He raises his eyebrow as he languidly opens the exercise book. Finally, he bends down over the notebook, smiling playfully. The room is silent again and you close your eyes for a brief moment to let that sink in, relaxing as much as you can. However, this little paradise doesn’t last long as the sudden grunting noises force your eyes open. It’s Jungkook. His arm is raised, seemingly innocent chocolate eyes staring at you again. Only you know the real side of this sickeningly sweet gaze. It’s a devil in disguise.

“Ekhem,” he grunts even louder.

“What now, Mr. Jeon?”

He is visibly pleased with your vexed tone of voice.

“Could you please help me with one thing here, Professor? I seem to run into trouble.”

“Why does that not surprise me, Mr Jeon? It appears to be your speciality.” You reluctantly stroll to his desk and look at his notebook over his shoulder. 

The proximity between you two makes your stomach clench up in knots. The page is empty, though, unnerved you shot him a reprimanding glare. He only smiles, picking up the pen. He begins writing. Slowly, surprisingly neatly written letters start appearing on the white page. Your gaze falls upon his perfect fingers and slender arms. It brings back the memories from the other night, the night during which these hands were freely and lustfully roaming down your naked body. You swallow hard.

“I’m itching to hear you whimper as I dig my fangs into you again and again.”

Your heart rate quickens and palms begin to sweat nervously. The boy has even the audacity to look up and provocatively runs his tongue over his sinful lips while obnoxiously staring at you. You’re also painfully aware of the little whispers behind your back, the rest of the class has gotten all too interested in you and this… 

“Fucking imbecile,” you hiss, wanting to break his neck like you did with the guy at the back of your club. Jungkook beams even wider. The regret of having so openly lost your cool in front of the other people, hell, during a fucking lecture to be more precise, is just unbearable. Suddenly, the door swings open, squeaking as loud as ever, and a middle-aged guy peeks inside.

“Mrs Y/N, you’ve been summoned by the principal. Pressing matters, if you please, just come with m-mee,” the guy stutters, being obviously afraid to interrupt you at work. You’re not exactly known as the most friendly lecturer here. Normally, you’d send him a deadly glare but now you couldn’t be more happy to see him.

“You heard him right, the lecture is over. Don’t forget to bring the assignment to our next meeting,” with these last words you exit the room, not even bothering to look at Jungkook.


Knock-knock-knock.

“Yes?”

You lazily stretch your sore legs underneath the desk, eyes finally leaving the stacked up pile of documents on your desk so as to glance at the door of your office. The principal gave you like a whole bunch of old manuscripts to examine but you didn’t complain at all. The rustling of old papers has been one of the very few sources of joy in your life. Up until recently, that is. The door clicks, only then you start having this funny feeling in your stomach again. The room is now gradually filling with the sweet and so well-known to you scent. Your brows furrow.

“Have you run into trouble again?” you ask sarcastically, fingers tapping restlessly on the surface of your mahogany desk. His face finally appears in sight.

“You have no idea, Professor Y/N. It’s never been this urgent.” 

He gently closes the door, and with a rather too cocky smile, he turns the key in the lock. Being ridiculously content with himself, he tosses the key in the air as he approaches your desk. It lands in his hand and then he quickly puts it into his trousers’ pocket.

Your mood suddenly drops.

“No blood sucking at the University.” If looks could kill, Jeon Jungkook would most surely be dead by now.

“I know,” the response was too nonchalant for your own liking.

“So what the fuck are you even doing here?!” Rising to your feet, you slam your fists on the desk. The room falls silent. The boy inhales sharply while ogling your body. His eyes glitter and they become narrower as he wordlessly takes advantage of your anger. His stare makes you sit down again, squeezing your thighs in agony. You can’t lose this time.

“I’m not going to wait till the evening,” he announces.

You snort with laughter trying to keep your appearances, but the malicious threat behind his words is giving you cold chills.

“And tell me boy, who says you have the right to decide about anything here?”

This time it was his turn to chuckle.

“Ai, Noona, Noona…,” the amused whisper sounds so sexy

The air around you suddenly feels too heavy and your chest goes up and down in an uneven manner. Hesitantly, you turn your eyes to look at Jungkook. He’s just walked past the desk. You don’t want to look at him anymore, you don’t want to be in the same room with him. You feel so weak and helpless your eyes shut tightly despite your will. The chair rocks slightly as he grabs its handles. You can feel he sinks to his knees pulling the chair even closer. Alarmed, you open your eyes, face reddening as the boy is so close that his breath tickles your cheek. At this point, you’re really struggling to remain a sitting position. If you moved just a little you’d land straight into the boy’s arms with your head tightly pressed to his chest. Involuntarily, you notice that his arm muscles got all tense, the grip on the handles might be a bit too hard. You’re trapped like a birdy in a cage.

“Fuck, just drink the blood and get out,” you snapped extending your hand for him.

He didn’t budge an inch, apparently not being interested in your deliciously exposed wrist. He just keeps staring at your face. You blush even harder, withdrawing your hand.

“What is your problem, brat?” You question fidgeting impatiently in your seat.  

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come for this.” He lets go of the handle and gently runs his fingers over your shaky hand. Your breath hitches at this sudden display of affection. It feels pleasant.

“You know, Baby Girl…,” he trails off allowing himself to gather his thoughts. He gently cups your small hand. It looks so fragile and delicate when he holds it like that.

“Last time,” he continues, “last time you gave me something much more…,” his chocolate eyes lock with yours and you’re basically not breathing at this point.

“You know I’ve realised that I crave you more than your blood.”

You can hear your own heartbeat and you’re sure he can hear it too. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves against the creased collar of the university uniform shirt. As if it was your last attempt at regaining any control over this situation, you try to mock him again, forcing a half-assed smirk on your blushing face. 

“What is it, boy? Can’t keep it in after I played with you a little last time?”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your cheeky remark. His clouded with lust eyes are still stubbornly gazing at you, making you feel totally vulnerable and weak.

“If it’s just me, Noona…,” Jungkook begins but his beautiful voice cracks a little forcing him to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. 

“If it’s just me Y/N, then why do I sense the scent of your soaking-wet panties?”

An awkward squeak of disbelief or maybe even surprise mixed with desire lays bare how much of an effect this boy has on you. The feelings of embarrassment, of fear and unquenchable lust, all combined, make you jump to your feet forcefully pushing Jungkook away. You want to escape, aiming for the door of your office while struggling to make use of your wobbly legs. 

This pathetic pursuit to free yourself from the source of your problems soon turns out to be futile as Jungkook effortlessly grabs your hand and spins you around to push you down on your own mahogany desk with your ass wriggling against his crotch. He mewls and lets out some incoherent noises. Blood rushing to his cock as you do your best to slip away from his grasp continuously rubbing his manhood with your buttocks. The more you fumble in his arms the more violent he gets to make you stay still. 

“Fuck, Noona, would you please stop squirming like thi-” he squeals like a girl when your ass bounces off his dick during this heated tussle. 

You can tell it must have felt really good. Jungkook looses his grip for a moment burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing laboriously. His lady-like squeaks make your pussy go crazy with need as it throbs each and every time the boy makes these delicious and lewd sounds. His limp state doesn’t last long, being totally lost in his own urge to get more of that friction against his fully-erected member, Jungkook abruptly shoves his hand under your skirt. He lifts it up almost tearing the fabric which makes you fuming mad.

“You little shit, haven’t you heard of a thing called a “zipper?!”

You don’t know how but, taking to your advantage the fact that the boy was temporarily defenceless having almost come into his pants, you manage to turn around to face him. His totally fucked-out expression cause you to mindlessly open your mouth completely forgetting what you were about to say. The memories of him crying out your name while you were sucking him off the last time don’t help one bit.

“Noona, let me fuck you, please!”

His desperate plea sends waves of heat down your belly and if you could you’d sink down on his cock this very moment without any regrets. You start chuckling when you feel his trembling hands hastily trying to fight with the zipper of your high-waisted pencil skirt. 

“Oh, what an obedient boy,” the whisper makes Jungkook flinch as the cold shiver runs down his spine. He groans in response, like a small puppy which wiggles its tail after being praised by its owner.

“I’m done, Y/N,” he squeaks enthusiastically, once again addressing you without any proper honorific. 

He yanks the skirt off together with your drenched underwear. He basically stares at your pussy and wet from your juices thighs while trying to undo the buttons of your shirt. He is so impatient he’d most probably tear it off you, but he doesn’t want to risk angering you again. While fighting with the buttons he starts humping your leg, not being able to wait any longer. 

You look at him, totally mesmerised by the show he is giving you right now. His uniform looks painfully tight in the crotch area, the pre-cum leaking out of his needy dick has already left some stains on the trousers. He keeps on humping, pushing himself down on your leg which is accompanied by the moans and whispers of obscene words muttered under his breath.

If it wasn’t for your own throbbing clit, you’d gladly continue enjoying the view even longer. Seeing him behave like a bitch in heat is, without a shade of doubt, the most arousing thing you’ve ever experienced in your long life. 

Feeling equally thirsty for his dick as he is for your body, you reach out for his trousers and unbuckle the belt. Skilfully, your fingers get rid of the school uniform and his boxers, finally freeing the boy’s erection. He instantly presses himself again, right against your thigh, milking you with his pre-cum. He hums in approval, being just as vocal as he was the last time when you took care of his needy dick. Despite his desperate attempts, he has only managed to undo one of the buttons. He rests his forehead against yours. Begging eyes and soft moans, trembling fingers still fighting with the shirt, the boy really is a mess and you have no intention of making you both suffer, even a second longer.

“Baby girl, please I…,”

“Shhh…” you coo, “Let me take care of this.”

Quickly, you undo the buttons, both of your and his shirt. He doesn’t even wait for you to finish and strips naked the moment he feels it’s loose enough to take it off.

“I need you so much, Baby Girl,” he whimpers while putting his hands on your ass and lifting you up to seat you on the desk.

“Fuck no, Kookie, not here, not the desk,” you start panicking, thinking about the squeaky sounds it could make while he pounds into you. 

“You’re gonna break it,” the warning sounds rather plausible, considering how strong he has become thanks to feeding off your blood. 

You can see that it takes every ounce of his willpower to listen to you, yet another time. He was just about to pound right into your tight core but he takes a deep breath and makes you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. 

With inhuman speed, he carries you to the old couch. He lays you down carefully, immediately spreading your legs and positioning himself right in front of your pussy. He pumps his dick two or three times and you can’t help but swoon over his fully erected member. He moans way too loudly for the present setting but you’re much more worried about the length of his cock to care about being found out by some eavesdroppers. 

“How did you even fit in therr- aah, Kookie!” this time it was your turn to scream. Jungkook buried himself, filling you up to the very brim. 

“Why so tight, Noona?” he whines, collapsing on top of you. 

He props himself on his elbow, shutting his eyes. He is out of breath and his chest moves up and down unsteadily. 

“Please, don’t clench like this or I’m gonn- mhmmm,” you interrupt his begging cry with a lustful kiss on his red and plump lips while caressing his back with your hands. It’s all new to him and you know you’re his first woman ever. His tense body seems to loosen up a bit under the soft strokes of your loving hands as well as thanks to your hungry kisses. You let out a small groan of disapproval when Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch some air. His cheeks are red and he is panting heavily. 

“I’m going to move now,” he informs as if to prepare himself rather than you.

“Come and fuck your Noona, just as you promised, Baby boy,” you dig your nails into his ass cheeks and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He rocks his hips, pushing himself in and out. First thrusts are a bit shallow, but soon enough he gains speed, making your head go dizzy. Finally, he rubs over the sweet spot, there in your pussy. Your head falls back as if on cue, the boy brings his shaky fingers to your delicate clit and begins to experimentally rub it with his thumb while pounding inside you. 

His dick slides in and out of your pussy making sloppy sounds. He growls, at the wet and lovely sounds both of you make. The fascination in his eyes urges you to start touching your breasts. You want him to lose all control and go absolutely wild with you. 

Your fingers start rubbing the perky nipples. Jungkook immediately shifts his gaze to your bouncing boobs and he clenches his jaw trying to suppress the needy moan that threatens to escape his lips. 

Unexpectedly, he leans in and kitten-licks your exposed neck. 

Small goose-bumps form all over your flesh and there is a huge lump in your throat as he gently brushes his fangs over the skin of your earlobe. 

His thumb continues rubbing your clit in small circles while he keeps on attacking your entrance with his throbbing dick. You can’t control your moans anymore and it seems both of you are nearing the climax. 

You’re almost there, you can feel your body breaking apart, but there is still something that you unconsciously yearn for. 

Forcefully, you grab Jungkook’s head and push it to your neck, moaning his name in heat. 

He stiffens for a moment, dumbstruck by your behaviour, but soon enough he regains his composure and licks your neck with his hot tongue, preparing his little sweet treat to get bitten. Your body trembles in anticipation when he slowly opens his mouth and sinks the fangs into your neck. Blood rushes through your veins as he sucks it, swallowing with gulping sounds. 

His thrusts have become erratic, but the moment he bites you, your walls start clenching uncontrollably, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy is creaming out for Jungkook who also starts cumming not being able to withhold any longer.

You feel so stuffed with his huge dick and you know your pussy is dripping wet. His balls continue making clasping sounds while he rides out his orgasm in your pussy. 

Jungkook accidentally grazes your neck with his fangs while the feeling of ecstasy takes control over his mind and body, causing several small cuts. Blood starts dripping down your neck and back, ruining the couch. Your body is so fired-up you don’t even feel the pain when he accidentally hurts you, quite to the contrary, his fangs bring you to your final release. 

When both of you are finished, Jungkook puts his head on your boobs, breathing heavily. Drops of sweat drip down his forehead as he lays on you and tries to calm himself down. His heart beats so fast, you reach for his damped bangs and take them away from his forehead. You’ve never felt so good with a man. Truth is, you’ve never ever craved anybody like Jungkook. The sudden realisation causes your heart to skip a bit. The boy immediately lifts his head and gazes at you curiously. His brows furrow at your scared expression.

“Noona, does it hurt?” he glances at your neck, voice filled with worry and the feeling of guilt creeps over his entire being.

At first, you don’t respond, not really knowing what he means while still being caught up in your own thoughts.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” the boy gets almost teary-eyed, running his finger over the skin on your neck and the freshly made cuts.

Your belly clenches and it’s suddenly too difficult to say anything seeing him so sick-worried over such a nuisance.

“It didn’t hurt, you idiot,” you mutter, too afraid to say anything else. You don’t want to start crying right in front of him.

“Noona?” the boy asks, not letting you get away without any explanation.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” You kiss him deeply, trying to hide how emotional you got because of him. The kiss is long and passionate. He kisses you as if he was afraid he might lose you at any moment. Suddenly, you decide to bite his lower lip.

“Oi! It hurt!” the boy exclaims.

“You’re still gonna pay for the ruined couch and my skirt, you brat.”

He cheers up, hearing you scold him again. The room is filled with the beautiful sound of his boyish laughter.

Make me, Noona. Make me.”

He cups your face, putting your foreheads together while smiling sheepishly at you.

Waiting By An Open Door by @femmequixotic and @noeeon

Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Word count: 29,506
Summary: Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don’t get fairy tale endings, do they?
Potential enticements: ANGST with an HEA, FEELS, post-War, pining!Draco, Auror recruit!Harry, owls, Slytherins, flirting, banter, enemies to friends to lovers, getting together, obliviousness, social media stalking in the wizarding world, first time, fingering, a wee bit of come play and rimming, dirty talk, enthusiastic consent, exploding snap with shots, DRARRYTALE ENDING


And so he lies here every week, curled up on his bed, listening to the wireless alone, heart in his throat, hoping that somewhere out there in the darkness Potter’s still alive. Still waiting. Still their goddamned Saviour.


Happy birthday to @bixgirl1!!!!! A little @o0o-chibaken-o0o told us your birthday was today and we just HAD to write a fic for you. Much, much love from both of us, and we hope you’ve had a marvelous day! <3


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Preference “How they react to you being incredibly horny” (NSFW)

(Back with TWD preferences :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d be taken aback and in disbelief as to what he’s witnessing. He’d always feel like it was a hidden side of yours and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting turned on and wanting to make all of your fantasies come true, even willing to submit to you just to see how far you’d really go.

Daryl-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d be confused and wouldn’t understand as to what has gotten into you. He could tell you were more impatient with others around and more clingy towards him but he just wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the problem until you’d take matters into your own hands and get him more than flustered.

Rick-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d purposely pretend to not get what you’re going through in his own teasing way just to mess around with you. From lingering kisses to subtle thigh touches, he’d always then pull away quickly with a smirk and tell you to that he has other things to attend to, getting you even more frustrated to wait over him.

Merle-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d always seem to sync up with you and be utterly just as turned on as you, if not even more just to know that you want him so badly. You’d both have your fun having sex all over the place, making all sorts of noises and happily not caring if people hear or see you both at it.

Glenn-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d always want to put up to it and try his best to satisfy you. He’d want nothing more than to spend his time with you as much as he could and having you so insatiable would only give him an excuse to forget about taking guard early in the morning.

The Governor-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d always purposely keep you that way for him to ravage you as much as you both need it. He’d love to leave you hanging, bringing you near the edge in the morning or the moment before pulling away for work and telling you to wait on over for him.

Abraham-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d be shocked and wonder as to what he had done to you. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making silly comments about your needs and such, whether it be to you or the others around as he’d mention it to them, only to actually enjoy that side of you.

Eugene-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d be even more nervous around you and wouldn’t know how to properly handle all of you so suddenly. He’d try to find other ways to resolve your problem, thinking you might just be craving some certain snacks or other activities, like some sports or games, only further frustrating you.

Jesus-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d be so surprised, he wouldn’t be able to register what exactly what was being said or done that you’d already managed to have him right underneath you. He’d just be so persuaded by you and stunned that there was no denying he got turned on.

Dwight-Whenever you’re incredibly horny, he’d find it to be rather interesting to see you that way and would go out of his way to flirt and tease you around more often just to see how far you’d go. However, he’d end up getting turned on from your reactions and really wouldn’t mind taking you away for a little run just the both of you.

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I’m hoping for something more like this for Daud’s activities in Dishonored 2, but I guess we will see!

The Valkyrie and The Viking

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 3176

Warnings: Smut, language

AN: This is a modern au where Ivar and the reader are both in college. Reader could be considered plus size in this fic. I normally try to stay away from any defining characteristics but I made the reader curvy in this one. Happy Halloween, guys! Feedback is always welcome!




It was finally senior year in college at UMass Boston. Go Beacons!

Your workload was now down significantly from your previous semesters, and you were bound and determined to experience more from college life than studying at the library and hiding yourself in your dorm room while your roommate Vanessa took a more active role in the social aspects of college.

Your major was psychology with a minor in education. You always wanted to be a high school guidance counselor, helping to set young people on their chosen paths. You’ve always been an encouraging and helpful person. You’ve always wanted to help others without thinking much of yourself. That’s probably why your social life is non-existent at the moment and your roommate was all too thrilled to change that as soon as possible, starting with tonight’s Halloween party at the Alpha Gamma Nu fraternity on campus.

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Okay, I’ve been in this fandom for a long time and I’ve seen a lot in this fandom. But never have I seen this. On multiple occasions, I have read people saying that they want Chaol to just come back and reunite with Aelin & Co. so that we’d get their story. Or that they simply don’t want his book. But I disagree.

Now I know we’re disappointed that ToG6 isn’t coming out until 2018, I being one of them (confession, I had a min freak-out when I read that). But the reason for ToG6 not coming out until then is because SJM has health issues. HEALTH ISSUES!!!! I am not going to demand a book to be written if the author is sick. That’s just wrong. Plain and simple.

And besides that, everyone was excited for Chaol’s novella before this announcement. What’s changed. We are still getting a book. We are still getting ACOWAR. We are still getting something written by SJM. AND ABOVE ALL WE ARE STILL GETTING SOMETHING WRITTEN IN THE TOG WORLD!!! Plus, it’s about Chaol.

I for one really missed him in EoS. It did not feel the same without him. And I cannot wait to return to him. I can’t wait to read about his adventures without the craziness of Erelia. I can’t wait to learn more about Nesryn. I can’t wait to be introduced to Nehemia’s family. To re-meet Yrene Towers. To see how she has grown as a woman. To see who will become allies with Chaol. And, to learn if he will be able to walk again or if he has heard any of the craziness that is going on simultaneously in Erelia.

AND IF HIS STORY DOES NOT ENTICE YOU, THEN REMEMBER THAT THRONE OF GLASS WILL NOT BE ENDING SO SOON.

{Imagine} BTS as the Mafia

Hey have you ever done a BTS mafia au, like what you’ve done with EXO? As if not could I have a BTS as the mafia please?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used

You knew it now, his secret. He’s bloodthirsty, and dangerous; everything about him rings in alarm bells. His eyes are like daggers, and his fingers are like guns, and blood stains the palms of his hands, but somehow you still seem drawn to him. The coldness of his face can hardly compare to the warmth of his words; which, you’re not sure if they’re played to coax you or sincere, but you can’t help but fall for him anyway.

The way he moves around your body is like the embodiment of lust. When his lips touch your skin it’s like he unconsciously knows where you want and need him to be, and his hands leave chills where they trail in an enticing way you never want to end. But if that isn’t enough, nothing can compare to the way he can really make you feel in the heat of the moment. 

He stands before you, a smirk playing at your lips now the news of what he really is in in the open; he’s a wanted mafia worker. 

“Aren’t you scared Jagiya?”

“Not even if I tried.”

Game of Thrones Preference "How they react to you being touch starved"

(WOOOOO GOT PREFERENCE!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Sandor-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d be surprised, having thought a pretty person such as you would’ve have all the affection come to you and wouldn’t understand it. Oddly enough, without really thinking too much, it would come to him naturally as he’d always show you his affection for you through so many of his actions that you’d be utterly grateful.

Tormund-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d be baffled and wouldn’t understand as to how it can happen to you. He’d constantly follow you around to question you about it and whenever he can, he’d shower you with all sorts of loving and playful touches and surprise hugs, wanting nothing more than to see you look at him with love in your eyes.

Beric-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d ask you if you were any comfortable with him touching and showing you how much he loves you before giving in to you. He’d be worried about you and would want to know what had happened in your life for you to be so deprived of such affection, only to give you more than enough once you are both alone.

Thoros-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d get pissed at the thought of you having never had such simple affection shown to you and would take it upon himself to take care of you. It wouldn’t matter how simple or dirty his touches were, he’d use practically any opportunity to remind you how much he wants/loves you and really wouldn’t care if people judged him because of his priesthood.

Jorah-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he wouldn’t take it lightly and would want to show you all of his feelings for you through all the touches he can offer you. He’d never miss an opportunity to simply let his hand run down your back or hold your hand and of course he loves nothing more than to look at how your eyes would light up as he’d cup your cheeks.

Petyr-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d find himself in you but would definitely use it against you, knowing he can get his way with you the instant that he showers you with affection. He’d love to play games with you, touching you slightly here and there and seeing how soft you’d get under him, or even flustered whenever he gets dirty with you.

Davos-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d feel like it was his duty to change that part of you and prove to you how worthy you are of all sorts of affection. Naturally, he’d always give you reassuring touches and even words of praises for your hard work or such, making you realize how much he cares for you.

Jon-As he’d figure out how touch starved you are, he’d see himself in you, understanding how unfair it is and would rectify the situation as much as he can. It would come to him somewhat naturally as his feelings for you would be quite a lot, despite being quiet about them most of the time.

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Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood Threesome - She's mine

Pairing: Luke, Calum, and Y/N

Length: 3.5k+

Rating: Smut

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anonymous asked:

20 Rowaelin

Somewhat melancholy at first, but with an enticing motivation offered at the end by Rowan.

Farewells/Saying Goodbye Headcanon:

- Most of the time Aelin and Rowan will accompany each other on diplomatic/friendly visits, but on rare occasions both of them will be separated.

- Anytime Aelin and Rowan are about to part ways a stillness settles around them. 

- It’s a somber event that is reminiscent of old wounds that will probably never heal like the ones on Aelin’s back that serve as a reminder of how heart-wrenching goodbyes can become

- Rowan will pull Aelin close and lean down to kiss her forehead.

- He’ll murmur “Try to stay out of trouble Aelin” against her skin.

- “Where’s the fun in that Buzzard? Besides I attract trouble almost as much over-protective males do.” Aelin chuckles.

- But her laugh catches in her throat when Rowan’s grip tightens on her waist.

- His green eyes pierce deep into Aelin’s core. The memory of her blood on sand and the distant cries of Rowan calling out as he tirelessly searched for her echo in his gaze.

- He’ll tug Aelin into an enveloping hug that wraps her in his warmth and pine scent that fills her nostrils as she breathes him in.

- They say nothing during that moment where they are latched onto each other. Both know that life can be terribly fleeting and that every second - every moment they now share is a miracle after the ordeals they’ve faced.

- When they break apart Aelin will give Rowan a small smile and raise her hand to cup his cheek.

- “If there’s trouble you know I can manage. I’m a big girl Rowan-”

“You’re also my carranam, wife and mate,” Rowan interrupts firmly. “It’s impossible for me not to worry considering trouble always manages to find you.”

“But I know you’ll always find me too Rowan.”

- Aelin rises on her toes to kiss Rowan fiercely on the mouth which he meets with equal vigor by lifting her up even more to deepen the kiss.

- After they settle down Rowan will cradle Aelin’s cheeks in his hands before leaning down to give her one last kiss.

- To ease the tension (yet raise the sexual one) Aelin requests that they have a night-filled reunion that will consist of chocolate and other delectable treats.

- Rowan promises this. And much more that will be awaiting his wife upon her return.

- Aelin then makes it a point to rush matters as quickly as possible in order to get back to her husband. Many of her friends (mostly Lysandra) will tease Aelin about her quickened pace. To this Aelin responds: 

- “You would want to hurry home too if you had a gorgeous fae male waiting for you in bed!”

Bat Kids Cleaning

Alfred does most of the regular house hold chores, but Wayne Manor is pretty damn spanking big. So every few weeks the entirety of the bat kids group together to help Alfred out. This is what usually occurs:

Dick: does his share of the work while singing or dancing or socializing with his siblings- anything really to make the mundane chores exciting.

Barbara: entices Dick into a massive floor scrubbing competition that ends with the two having bloody knuckles by the time they’re finished cause they scrubbed so damn hard.

Jason: is put on toilet duty after he sprayed and missed Tim, hitting Alfred instead, with a gush of water from the pull out tap in the kitchen.

Tim: is assigned to dusting and vacuuming in any room at least a ten meter radius from the kitchen. He was found by Cass, buzzing around the kitchen with a look near close to a mad man, rubber gloves up to his elbows, and shiner in his hands. The poor child can’t help himself to the coffee maker and grape bowl. The stainless steel fridge was apparently so blinding, Alfred actually encouraged the kids to dirty it.

Damian: coyly manages to make every chore into a competition. If he hasn’t managed to rope his siblings into a cleaning war, then he strolls the halls durn the cleaning brakes, bragging he’s cleaned the most rooms out of them all. This actually pisses Tim off enough to go up against him in a Dust Off(whoever properly dusts the most shelves in the library in five minutes gets the biggest slice of Alfred’s famous pumpkin pie).

Steph: turns T-Swift on max volume on her wireless speaker and goes about shaking her tush as she mops the halls.

Cass: dutifully does her chores with absolute perfection. *usually finishes an hour before the others* *typically steals the largest slice of pie*

Duke: gets repeatedly lost by the sheer mass of the manor. *is found and walked back to his post by the other kids*

Let’s Get Ice cream (Jaehyun x Reader)

A random Jaehyun scenario that took me a week to write/edit😩 I hope y’all like it tho cause I loved writing it since Jaehyun is the fluffiest ball of sunshine😭 Sidenote: I don’t have anything against Yeri she just popped in my mind for this role since her and Jae seem(ed) to be kind of friends.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

You had been friends with Jung Jaehyun for the longest time ever. To the point where neither of you could even remember the first time you had met except that it had been when your parents became close friends. 

To you, he was the number one closest friend you had, even closer than all of your female friends that you had known since you were young because you and Jaehyun understood each other very well and were like two peas in a pod. 

But your friendship was never mentioned much to your friends and they all just thought you were casual family friends. For some reason, you both didn’t like to bring up the fact that you were extremely close because it seemed weird and you knew people would bother you two about how a guy and girl couldn’t be that close without falling in love. Although that wasn’t entirely an lie since you had developed strong feelings towards Jaehyun for the past couple of years now. 

But how could you not like a guy like him? 

How could you not love his dimples, unique voice, floppy hair that he randomly dyed once in a while, how his eyes became like rainbows and his nose scrunched up when he laughed, his kind gestures, random funny faces, borderline flirty teasing and how he cared so much about others and was willing to put his own health at risk to help someone else. 

But you knew this would always be just an attraction since Jaehyun had always viewed you as a sister figure basically all his life since he hadn’t ever showed an ounce of interest in that way towards you. 

All of a sudden, you felt a pinch on my arm, bringing you out of your small daydream. 

“Ow! What the heck?!” You looked up to find the mischievous, dimply grinning you were just thinking about, standing with his hands behind his back as if he hadn’t just left a red mark on your arm. 

You rubbed your arm and frowned at him while he just laughed and jumped on your bed, laying down and sending your homework flying everywhere. 

“Jaehyun!!!!” You whined and glared at him. 

He put his hands underneath his head, closing his eyes and laughing at you. You weren’t surprised at all that he had come to your house randomly since he had a key and usually came over whenever. Your family trusted him a lot and had given him a spare key in case you ever hurt yourself or were in trouble. 

You noticed his clothes now as he lay: a black shirt, ripped jeans and neon-bright socks, all in all a classic disorganized yet organized Jaehyun look. A couple of the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a peek of his smooth, white chest, making you gulp and distract you from your anger at him. 

You should’ve been embarrassed as you looked at your clothes, considering that you were in an over-sized sweater, sweats and had messy, slightly oily hair. But then again, he had seen you at all of your moments good or bad, as you had seen his. 

You almost laughed out loud when his geeky middle school picture popped up in your mind but shook your head to focus on the real task at hand, revenge. Suddenly, a genius idea popped in your head and you smiled evilly to yourself as you thought of it. 

Before he could say anything, you shoved him off of the bed and onto the carpet making him let out a loud “OW!!!!” Now it was your turn to laugh loudly as you tried to ignore how your heart started to beat a little quicker at touching him. He got up from the ground and scowled at you while you merely shrugged and fluttered your eyes innocently saying, “Oops. Happened by mistake.”

He rolled his eyes but picked up all of your fallen homework from the ground, handing it back to you. 

“Why are you still doing homework nerd?”

“Because, unlike you, some of us actually want to get good grades and a good, stable career when we graduate. Fascinating concept isn’t it?” The sarcasm in your voice matched the fake astonished face you had. 

“Hey! Becoming a singer is a stable career! You’re just jealous that you sound like a screeching cat when you sing while I’m like an angel.” He made a face at you.

You gave him an “are-you-serious?” expression and returned to finishing up your remaining questions. 

In the middle of writing, your pencil was snatched, making you look up at Jaehyun, extremely annoyed now. Of course you had a huge crush on him but not even his cuteness or manliness could excuse his annoyingness that he exuded from time to time. 

“I’m bored, let’s go get ice-cream.”

You squinted your eyes at him and looked at the window that showed many raindrops heavily pouring down in the dark sky then back at him. 

“Jae it’s raining harder than cows outside and it’s 8pm, are you crazy?” 

He came up extremely close to your face, making your heart beat faster and whispered, “You should already know that by now _________.” 

You pushed his chest away from you as if you couldn’t stand his close proximity though it was the complete opposite. 

“Come on! Please _______!!!” he whined, jumping up and down like a little kid and pouted. You raised your brows at him but he just continued with his little tantrum. You let out a sigh and muttered a “Fine,” causing him to stop jumping and whining and instead smile widely, his dimples stretching. Jaehyun then suddenly grabbed your hand in his large one, forcing you to get off of your comfortable position on your bed. 

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as he all but dragged you out of your bed-room and flew down the stairs. He looked back at you and smirked, “We’re getting ice-cream ________.”

“Well let me change my clothes first at least!!” You retorted and tried to get out of his tight grip. He stopped running as you both got to the front door and scanned you from head to toe saying, “You look fine to me.” making you squirm and lightly blush.

You both put on your shoes and stepped outside, Jaehyun locking the front door since no one else was at home. His warm hand grabbed yours again as he said, “Okay, let’s go.” 

Then he put his other hand over your head as you two ran in the rain to his car and quickly got in. Jaehyun turned on the car and instantly, heated air started blowing and warming you up. Then in a couple of seconds you whizzed out of your drive way and past all the houses on your block. 

Jaehyun was somehow one of the wildest of drivers you had ever met, even more than his hoodlum type of friend Taeyong. You had tried warning him multiple times that he would eventually end up getting fined and have his license taken away but he always waved you off saying you were worrying too much and needed to chill. 

“Music?” Jaehyun’s calm voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Anything.” you replied while drawing little hearts on the fogged up windows.

For some reason, you both liked to speak in one-word sentences sometimes and always knew what the other was saying. Your family and friends always found it weird and could never understand but it was yours and Jaehyun’s thing so you kept it going. He turned on the disc player and right away, the car was filled with Trey Songz. Of course since last week when you had seen Jaehyun, he was beginning to become obsessed with him. 

In twenty minutes or so you arrived at the vintage ice-cream shop, one of your favourite places that you had gotten Jaehyun addicted to. He parked in the small parking lot and turned off the car, the both of you simultaneously taking off your seat-belts. And before you could open the door, he jumped out of the car running to your side and opened it for you, a weird habit that he did for almost everyone.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as he grinned at you bowing as if you were some royal figure and you played along, getting out of the car, curtsying with your pretend skirt. You both laughed and walked to the shop since it was lightly raining now, chatting about how your week’s had been since he had been busy with vocal and dance classes while you had tons of homework and tests coming up. 

He opened the door, causing the little bell to ring above your heads and were met with the jolly, chubby man who owned the shop. 

“Good heavens, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you kids, how have you been?” 

Jaehyun beamed at him replying, “Pretty good! How have you been?” 

He smiled widely, “Not too bad myself, now what you kids like this time? I’ve stocked up on new flavours!”

He gestured excitedly to the display that held colourful tubs of ice-cream. You walked up to the display to check them out and you noticed that he still had the green tea flavour there. You pointed at the glass and looked up at him in curiosity, “You didn’t replace the green tea?” 

His eyes twinkled as he heard your question and looked between you and Jaehyun with a smile on his face. 

“My two favourite customers love that flavour so I couldn’t find myself to change it.” 

You smiled back and felt your cheeks warm up at his words that seemed to have a hidden meaning behind them. Of course Jaehyun didn’t notice since he was so engrossed with choosing a flavour. But even after looking at all the other enticing flavours you both ended up choosing green tea after deciding that you would try the other flavours the next time you came. 

When you started to fight over who was going to pay you heard, “This one’s on me, you two just enjoy the ice-cream and don’t worry about anything else.”

Your mouth dropped open while Jaehyun smiled with his dimples showing and thanked him over and over again. The kind owner went to the back to continue with his work and you and Jaehyun decided to sat at one of the vintage tables inside since it had been a while and the colourful interior was much better than sitting in a car. You two chatted about random things while your legs brushed against each other under the small table.

“Jaehyun?” A random feminine voice came from the shop’s entrance door.

“Yeri?” Jaehyun looked up from his ice-cream and seemed a bit shocked but then smiled wide.

You got a good look at the mystery girl as she walked towards your table. Instantly your heart plummeted 40 feet underground since this girl was extremely stunning. Despite the cold weather, she was wearing a black skirt with a red slightly cropped sweater and chunky heels but she managed to pull of the look like it was hot outside and not cold. Her dark, long hair flowed down in waves but it was her big eyes that set the deal of her beauty. And there you were, in your greasy “look-like-I-haven’t-showered-for-weeks” state, the only positive thing being that you didn’t smell.

She smiled, her face lighting up the room and Jaehyun got up politely, about to wave when all of a sudden, she threw her arms around him in a hug.

Your mouth fell open for the second time today and the ice-cream fell off of your spoon into the bowl as mixed feelings of anger, sadness, hopelessness ran through you.

Yeri pulled away and you noticed Jaehyun looked a little bit flustered, most likely because he had a crush on her or something since he never got this flustered unless he was uncomfortable or liked that person. You knew because that’s how he usually acted whenever his grandmother came to visit and showered him with hugs and kisses.

“How have you been doing?” She smiled and he scratched the back of his head, looking at you and your sad self then back at her. “Uh good, you?” 

“Busy with making choreo for my part in the dance but other than that, not so bad as well.” Yeri then pulled up a chair and sat down at your small table that clearly was only meant for two. You noticed she had completely ignored you which was fairly rude. 

Jaehyun awkwardly sat down and gestured towards you saying, “This is _________, my close friend. And ________ this is Yeri, she’s from my dance class.”

Rude girl Yeri finally looked at you and forcefully smiled with a small wave. You gave a small smile and were about to wave politely back when she quickly turned around to Jaehyun. Meanwhile, Jaehyun cleared his throat and quickly glanced up at you with his brown eyes peering in a questioning way as if saying, “Is this okay?”. 

You just smiled and shook your head indicating that it was alright because after all, you knew yourself that you weren’t his mom and you weren’t going to control his life and whom he met, no matter how much you disliked who he talked to. Unless they were a bad influence on him or were bad people.

“That move for the last song we did in class was so hard, I swear I’ve been practicing it every night but I still can’t get it right.” Rude girl pouted and  Jaehyun kindly replied with, “If you need help, you can always email the teacher and she’ll find some time to go over it with you.”

Rude girl Yeri rested her elbows on the table, leaning in closer to him with a flirtatious smile. “Well, I was hoping you could help me with it sometime.”

You almost choked on your ice-cream at her words but thankfully regained yourself before you could make a scene. Jaehyun nervously glanced at you and you could tell that he felt uncomfortable now. 

“Probably because you’re like his sister thats watching a girl hit on him. If you weren’t here it would’ve been fine.” The annoying voice in your head spoke.

Rude girl started to randomly laugh loudly, catching the both of you by surprise by saying, “I’m just kidding! Oh my gosh you should’ve seen your face!” Jaehyun let out a breath and started to lightly laugh with her while you sulked, eating your ice-cream. 

They chatted for some time, well until you both had finished your ice-cream which also made you question why Rude girl hadn’t gotten any when she was clearly in an ice-cream shop. But whenever you wanted to join in the conversation, the topic switched to something you didn’t know very well so you were basically the third-wheel on their mini date.

Great, now you were going to have to postpone your homework to ball your eyes out and listen to sad songs about heartbreak, what a lovely way to spend the night.

Jaehyun was the first to get up as he said that it was getting late and he had to drop you off home first before he went to his. You almost were going to remind him that his house was a couple blocks down from yours so it wasn’t that far away considering it was around 9pm but decided to shut up last-minute since you wanted to escape this situation.

Then the fool did the unthinkable and asked Rude girl if she needed a ride home as well. She of course accepted because obviously she had a crush on him considering the way she had made lovey dove eyes towards him from when she had greeted him. 

So the three of you went to the car and instantly Rude girl called dibs on the front seat. You knew you should’ve called it right when you had all exited the shop but just decided to accept your fate because she still would’ve found a way to get all of Jaehyun’s attention and flirt with him while she was in the backseat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with sitting in the back ________?” Jaehyun asked, his face full of concern. You laughed at how serious and worried he looked. Another thing about Jaehyun was that he felt guilty easily and always apologized over and over again. 

“Jae you’re making it sound like I’m leaving the country or something. I’m fine.” His face changed from being concerned to a dimpled smile as he heard your words and ruffled your hair. You frowned and jumped away exclaiming, “Jae!!! Don’t touch my hair! It’s oily!!!” He laughed at this, “It doesn’t matter to me, I like your hair whether it’s oily or not.”

Of course, trust your stupid heart to start pounding like King Kong in your chest after hearing his words. You avoided his brown eyes and quickly got in the car so he couldn’t see your warm cheeks. Rude girl Yeri was already sitting inside and didn’t look too happy, most likely from your interaction with her little crush outside. Jaehyun got in and turned on the car, immediately the music you had been listening to before filled the silence and he started to drive out of the lot.

Rude girl started to chat a bit meanwhile you just sat in the back-seat like the third-wheel you were, drawing random things on the fogged up windows with your legs up on the seat. Jaehyun looked back at you out of concern since you were unusually quiet. First he dropped off Rude girl and she cheerfully waved bye outside the car, ignoring you again and directing her overly sugary smile at Jaehyun.

“You can sit up front now, if you want.” Jaehyun broke the silence while casually turning a corner.

You waved your hand in the air when he glanced at you in the rear-view mirror saying, “Nah, i’m fine here, it’s comfortable plus I have more leg-space.”

“I’m sorry _______.” He blurted out in a rush. 

You were confused and asked, “Why are you apologizing?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Because I left you out of the conversations and basically ignored you the whole time there.” You shook your head and said, “Jae, it’s fine seriously. Besides you weren’t the one ignoring me.” You mumbled out the last part.

He sighed again and shook his head making his dark air flop around.

“I don’t know what was up with Yeri today and why she was being so rude to you like that, I mean she’s usually fine.”

Of course she’s gonna be fine around you dimwit she has a crush on you.” You wanted to say but just held it in because what was the point? If he knew then he would just get happy and talk about it the whole evening and probably plan plus get advice from you on how to ask her out.

You yawned, feeling exhausted from the day and from all of the schoolwork you had been doing. Though you acted like you were alright, all of this really had taken a toll on your body and you rested your head against the seatbelt, slowly feeling yourself drift asleep to the sounds of RnB and Jaehyun’s gentle voice lightly singing along.

-    

You groggily woke up to being carried by a strong pair of arms. Well, to be more specific, Jaehyun’s strong arms. If you hadn’t still been half-asleep and exhausted then you probably would’ve jumped out of his arms and freaked out. However, currently you didn’t think much of it and even looped your arms around your neck, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest. You felt him tense up slightly but was still walking at the same pace.

Besides, this was probably just an extremely realistic dream since Jaehyun would’ve most likely woken you if you had fallen asleep in the car, then tease you that he wouldn’t be able to carry you because he didn’t want to “waste his strength on you”.

Soon you heard him gently push a door open and felt him gently lower you down on a bed, most likely yours since it had the scent of your house. Jaehyun put a blanket over you and brushed the hair out of your face, sitting down on your bed. You lazily smiled at him while he looked down at you with concern, thought and something else you couldn’t recognize. 

You looked at his floppy dark hair as he started to play with your hair and whispered, “I know I already said this a lot of times before but i’m sorry _________. I had hoped that getting ice-cream would’ve been a me and you thing but we were interrupted. Seriously, i’m sorry _________. I don’t want you to feel hurt over this.” 

Obviously, if there was anyone in the world that knew how you felt, it was Jaehyun. You yawned and slowly shook you head mumbling, “It’s fine Jae, not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it is a big deal to me because I don’t want anyone to treat you like Yeri did today. I don’t even care who that person may be because you’re always going to be the first person in mind for me.”

His long fingers gently ran across your fore-head as your eyes started to droop more to his soft, mellow voice and as you felt his lips replace his fingers and gently touch your fore-head.This certainly had to be a dream.

Jaehyun got up and was about to leave when you sleepily grabbed the bottom of his shirt and mumbled, “Stay with me.” You felt him freeze at your words and turn around, loosening your grip on his shirt and dropping your hand to fall beside the bed.

“I. I-uh. I-I, but we-“
“Please Jae, just for tonight?” You cut his stuttering off.

Just for tonight, you wanted to be with him. After a coupe of seconds of thinking, he let out a big breath and you heard his feet softly pad over the carpet to the other side of the bed. Then you felt the bed dip and you turned around, scooting closer to him and his 24/7 warm body. 

If this was a dream, well then, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

So you put a hand under his shirt and felt his body tense up quickly as your fingertips lightly danced over his smooth, toned stomach and chest. A smile stretched across your face at how realistic he felt.

“________, w-what are you doing?” Jaehyun whispered.
He was so close to you and for once your heartbeat wasn’t quickening probably since you were so sleepy but instead you felt his beat faster.

“Shhhhhh, just let me enjoy this dream.” You smiled and let your hand rest on his warm stomach as Jaehyun breathed heavily through his nose.

“You know what Jaehyun? Cause this is a dream I’ll say what i’ve been wanting to say for the longest time ever.” You heard him hold his breath as he waited for you to continue. 

“I like you. No, I love you. I liked you when I first met you and didn’t realize until later on that it was more than just as a best-friend. I’ve loved you ever since you tutored me for math everyday in high school. You were and still are my first crush. And I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way because this is just a dream and I’ll wake up from it probably soon and go back to being your loyal friend that’ll watch you fall in love one day, get married and-” 

You were cut off by Jaehyun’s plump lips on yours. All traces of sleep had left your system as you laid there still. 

Shock couldn’t even describe how you felt when his lips moved against yours ever so passionately and tenderly. It was as if you were a rose that would fall apart if he pressed even the slightest bit more. His hands caressed you cheeks and you slid your hand out from underneath his shirt to rest over his now racing heart. You smiled against his mouth, in realization that he was affected by you as you were to him.

He softly sucked in your bottom lip, making you moan softly and you could feel him smirk on your lips. Then the both of you pulled away for breath and you touched your lips, wondering how a dream could feel so real. Jaehyun was on his back, panting alongside you, small bead of sweat on his hairline as he thought of how good you tasted and how he wanted to immediately taste you again. But he opted out since it would be too much for one night and instead faced you, his eyes intently staring at you with love.

“First of all _________, this isn’t a dream. Second of all, I’ve had a crush on you since you became my first friend in school and stuck by my side through everything. The day I started loving you was when you skipped school and came to my basketball game at another school, messing up your perfect attendance record.”

It seemed like you heart had stopped beating at his confession even though it should’ve done so when he had laid his lips on yours. But this just made it even more real and confirmed that you weren’t in a dream.

“I-I-I” you stuttered causing him to smile, his dimples popping out as he leaned in to kiss your lips once more. You relaxed into the kiss and your fingers weaved their way to the back of his head, toying with his soft hair. Jaehyun pulled away, quicker than you had wanted and closed his eyes, resting his fore-head on yours.

“I’ve wanted this moment for so long you have no idea.” He murmured, his warm breath slowly fanning over your face.

“But I don’t want to rush it. I want to take things slow with you. I wanna take you out to fancy dinners, to that small café you love, to a carnival since you’ve always wanted to go to one and to go to book shopping even though you take a million hours just to choose one book. What i’m trying to say is, I wanna live through all these moments as your boyfriend instead of your best-friend before we go any further. And by further I mean sex.”

You pouted since you had waited to kiss him for so long and now he wanted to take things slow. It wasn’t a bad thing and your heart did melt at his words but you still liked the thought of getting freaky with him.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” He cheekily winked at you and you felt yourself smile at his words before you let out a yawn.

Jaehyun pulled you in closer to his chest and you felt the drowsiness slip back into your system. All of this excitement had caused your already tired self to be even more exhausted and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, smelling that familiar musky Jaehyun scent and loving it.

Your chests were close together, your legs tangled, and Jaehyun kissed the top of your head softly saying, “I love you ________.”
You smiled and put your hand over his heart before drifting off to sleep and dreaming about a shirtless Jaehyun with green-tea ice cream.

Vikings Preference “How they react to you catching them pleasuring themselves while moaning your name” (NSFW)

(Woooo More Vikings preference!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Ragnar-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he wouldn’t get embarrassed but rather curious as to why you would just stand there and stare at him. He’d shrug it off so casually and would simply entice you over, keeping his hand on himself and saying that your king needs you.

Rollo-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d stop for a moment, wondering if he should apologize for you witnessing him or pulling you over to help. As you’d voice yourself out, he’d enjoy to see you get flustered so much he just wouldn’t be able to stop himself from keeping to stroke his cock until finally he has you crawling over to him.

Floki-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he wouldn’t be able to stop smirking and chuckling about the situation, finding it rather funny to have been caught by you. He’d apologize quickly for it before reaching over to grab and hold you, begging you in his own way to take care of him.

Athelstan-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d be utterly shocked and would choke on his own words. He’d quickly hide himself and try to distract the conversation away, acting like nothing happened and too ashamed of himself, only to slowly feel more comfortable as you’d try to reassure him.

Bjorn-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d quickly hide himself but wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings for you at that point. He’d simply sigh and tell you to listen to his reasoning before leaving, explaining to you how much he has you on his mind and making you realize that you want him just as much.

Ubbe-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d apologize wholeheartedly, out of breath and covering himself as much as he could. He’d feel bad to have you catch him this way and would sound so sincere, he’d end up managing to entice you closer to him before getting the courage to ask you for help.

Hvitserk-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d get so turned on to see you right before him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from stroking his own cock. He wouldn’t deny it to you how much he wanted you and from his shaky voice and panting, you could tell how serious he is about needing you.

Sigurd-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d be so stunned and speechless, he’d simply stop and stare at you. He’d really wait for you to make the first move, before explaining himself and trying to convince you that he was simply thinking of the first thing that came to mind, rambling on and on until you stop him.

Ivar-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d get easily frustrated and irritated, asking you as to what you would wanted from him to bother him like that. He would’ve already felt himself finding his own pleasure at a certain point, so to hear you interrupting would only get him in another mood. He’d end up resolving the situation, ordering you to give him what he had.

Halfdan-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d get so startled to see you, he’d gruffly ask you as to what you wanted from him all while still staring at you intently. In the end, he wouldn’t even listen to what you had to say before getting up and quickly making his way towards you, pulling you to him to finish the job.

Harald-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d be utterly turned on and wouldn’t deny any bit of it to you as you’d ask him about it. He’d sound so weak and needy for you, he’d practically end up begging you to give him the relief he needs and get on your kind side just for him.

Aethelwulf-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d feel so much guilt in the moment, he’d look away from you and sincerely apologize to you. However, as you’d show your concern for him and reassure him it was fine, he’d find himself playing into it even more and would manage to get your help.

King Ecbert-The moment you’d catch him pleasuring himself while moaning your name, he’d simply chuckle and welcome you in closer, wanting to tease you for sneaking up on him. He’d end up turning the attention to your intentions rather than his before managing to entice you closer and suggest you help him as a punishment.

Lagertha-The moment you’d catch her pleasuring herself while moaning your name, she’d simply smirk and question you as to what you were doing, sneaking up on her. She’d tease you, not stopping herself and would gladly point it out to you how you can’t seem keep your eyes off if her.

Aslaug-The moment you’d catch her pleasuring herself while moaning your name, she’d get annoyed with you, asking you as to what you want from her in that moment. She’d quickly try to cover herself, only to vent out her frustration and get you to offer help, to which would make her feel better.


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The Moon - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The reader is dating Luke Alvez but has recently been hooking up with Spencer Reid.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

Warnings: slight panic attack, cheating.

Word Count: 1435

AN: Hey guys! I know I have like three requests to do and another chapter to Camo but I managed to do this in my spare time between finals. Tomorrow is the last day, so I’ll be updating much sooner than I have been!

You hadn’t planned for this to happen. Really, you hadn’t. You weren’t the type of girl to sneak around. Luke was such a sweet boyfriend to you and was honestly was everything you could ever want.

Except there was a slight problem, Spencer. The two of you had been close friends since you started working at the BAU but he never seemed interested to be more. So eventually once Luke became your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but still be curious about Spencer.

The flirting started out subtle. Accidentally brushing his leg, sending goofy barely clothed snapchats, and always adding snarky comments on to entice him.

It was fun until the two of you ended up alone in the elevator. You had no idea that he would actually act on what you had been doing, truly you believed he was too dumbfounded to notice. Those fifteen seconds proved you to be very very wrong.

As you stepped into the elevator you couldn’t help but feel awkward. You flashed a smile as the doors were closing just to be friendly but before you could say a word Spencer had backed you into the hand railing.

“Wanna explain yourself Y/N? Because to me, you’re just playing with fire.” Spencer gave you a slight smirk before leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Playing dumb wasn’t your strong suit, but fuck it.

Spencer let out a laugh and laced his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder, just light enough to give you goosebumps,“What was that?”

“K-kiss me Spence.” you mumbled under your breath.

Once his lips connected with yours, that was it.

Although it was only one kiss that day, it had started a forest fire. As much as you knew you should stop, you only wanted more.

The nights you went out with your friends had been ending at Spencer’s place. Except it wasn’t always sex that you wanted, sometimes all you wanted was to be around him.

Luke had made a habit of coming over before work with breakfast around sevenish, so sneaking in at six became the new normal. Except today you managed to slip up.

You shot up in bed once Spencer’s alarm had began to go off. 6:45 a.m. Oh fuck. You usually would set your alarm a couple hours before his went off, but you had completely forgotten your phone at home last night.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Spencer rubbed his eyes trying to regain some strength and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I forgot I didn’t have my phone so I completely slept in and now Luke is going to be there without me. I’m screwed.”

“Baby stop, stop. It’ll be okay, just say you stayed at Y/F/N’s house. He won’t know the difference.”

You nodded thinking that could possibly work as you were putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor.

As you were getting ready to leave you stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so complicated Spence.”

Spencer shook his head and walked towards you, “You are not complicated Y/N. The circumstances are just hard. I’m the moon, he’s your sun.”

Once you pulled into the driveway you saw Luke’s truck parked in front of your garage. You were so scared this wasn’t going to work.

As you opened the door you could feel your heart in the pit of your stomach. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag that could only be donuts when you walked in. It didn’t look like he had been there that long but you couldn’t tell.

Once you made eye contact he budged a little in the chair, “Could we talk Y/N?”

You nodded as you walked toward the seat across from him and sat down, “I’m sorry about last night. It was late so I just crashed at Y/F/N’s house.”

Luke rolled his eyes at your comments and slid your phone across the table. “Wanna go ahead and read those texts from last night?“

Spencer Reid: 1:30 a.m

“Are you coming over?”

Spencer Reid: 1:45 a.m

“Babe?”

Spencer Reid: 1:50 a.m

“Just text me when you can so I know you’re okay..”

You couldn’t breathe. Luke knew about you and Spencer and nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You looked up at Luke and couldn’t form the words to apologize.

Once a few seconds passed you started to open your mouth when Luke shook his head as if whatever you had to say meant nothing, “Don’t Y/N.”

“Luke.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear.” you choked out.

Luke laughed and stood up from the table to grab his glass of orange juice, throwing it full speed at the wall and shattering into hundreds of pieces, “How long has it been going on?”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. This was the first time Luke had been angry at you, which consequently made you feel like 100 degrees sitting there.

“Not gonna tell me? That’s okay. I’ll just ask your good friend Spencer.” Luke reached for your cell phone off the table.

“Stop Luke, please. Leave him out of this.” your tears had turned into heavy sobs by this point and there was no use trying to calm down. This was a nightmare.

You could barely hear Luke interrogating Spencer about the two of you over your crying. Without realizing your breathing had become hard and catching your breath felt nearly impossible while Luke was still going off.

Once Luke hung up the room was silent for a few seconds until you heard a quiet “we’re done” out of Luke’s mouth and heard him walk out.

It wasn’t five minutes that you were alone before Spencer was in your driveway.

Luke had managed to leave your front door wide open which let Spencer walk right in. Frantically he looked around the front of the house for you, “Y/N?”

A few seconds later Spencer stuck his head into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table. You had put your head on your lap trying to catch your breath to calm down but were failing miserably.

The second Spencer saw you he ran in front of you crouching down,“Hey hey hey.. baby look at me.”

You gripped Spencer’s hand that was placed on your knee and looked up at him. Spencer quickly noticed how sweaty your palms were and diagnosed your breathing patterns.

“You’re hyperventilating, match my breaths, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath once he had. Five seconds inhaling, holding it for a couple, and slowly exhaling for seven. Spencer repeated this process with you until you felt your heart stop racing.

After about five minutes you were able to sit up and breath normally but Spencer was still eyeballing you unsure of your state.

As you wiped your eyes you realized your makeup from the previous night had run down your face. You must’ve looked like a clown, and let Spencer see you like this? Great.

“I’m sorry about all of this. Especially the part where I look like Bobo the clown.”

He shook his head at your comment not finding any humor in it, “You don’t need to apologize for anything but you do not look like a clown, you’ll always be so beautiful to me Y/N.”

You sniffled at that, “If that’s true, why didn’t you show any interest when I did? I wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Luke. I just wanted you.”

“I just.. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I’m sorry I took too long realizing you were what I wanted.” Spencer looked down at your floor hoping you’d say it wasn’t too late or that you’d give him another shot.

You sighed and nodded, “So what do we do? Or, what do you want to do? About us, I mean.”

“I want you Y/N. I truly do. That is if you could give me a chance to be your only man. I can’t sneak around anymore.”

You shook your head, “Luke and I are over for good Spence. You don’t have to worry about that, but about what you said earlier about being my moon? You’ll always be both my sun and moon.”

Spencer took your hands in his and smiled, knowing this was all he’d been wanting for months. Both of your smiles radiated as he placed your lips on his.

I Always Will

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - yes by: @nerdpeterparker

So, how about Y/N is Harry’s girlfriend but when she gets chosen for Auradon she breaks up with him and he feels betrayed, and slowly but surely he got worst and more insane. And makes the boys take her with Lonnie to help and when Harry saw her (literally more stylish than Evie) he didn’t say a word but he was looking at her, and one of the pirates pushed her into the water and Harry saved her but since he was acting crazy she wanted to get away from him.  And when Uma pulled her little stunt at cotillion he took her away because she got hurt, and after that he told her he would change for the better if he got to be with her Also, during the breakup he was always watching her on tv because she was always on events and stuff, and even got jealous if she was with some other guy. It got so long I’m sorry

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook X Reader

Summary – (Y/N), daughter of Rumpelstiltskin, has been gone with the VK’s in Auradon for 6 months now and both her and Harry Hook are feeling the effects

Warning(s) - horrible writing lmao

Originally posted by oliviaholt

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Song: I Am Here
Artist: Savages
Year: 2013
Why it’s Dope: Sinewy bass groove that burns like hell-fire, fantastic drums that bring passion and velocity to the track, strong vocals from Jehnny Beth that make the piece convincing and enticing, and an amazing ending that demands vicious body movement from the listener.

justpond--eringtheuniverse  asked:

1, 6, 23, 24, and 30 for wondertrev please!!!!!!!

Wondertrev headcanons!

Omg @justpond–eringtheuniverse thank you so much for doing this OTP question meme with me. You have no idea how stoked I am. I love Wondertrev so much my heart could implode and I have so much to say about them! Please bear with me as this is going to be one hell of a long post and I apologise in advance for the overwhelming length.

The following answers are based on my head-canon, in which Steve somehow was resurrected and returned to Diana as an immortal (perhaps as a gift from the powers that be), soon after the explosion and defeat of Ares in 1918, and they have been living blissfully ever after.

I must emphasise the fact that I love fanfics that have Steve resurrected and become immortal in the 21st century as much as the next Wondertrev shipper, given the interesting role reversal and the fish-out-of-water situations that have Steve attempt to adjust to modern technology, but my heart aches whenever I try to imagine how excruciating and disheartening it must have been for Diana to live through a century without Steve. Alas, here we go:

1. Who is the most affectionate?
They are both passionate about each other but their upbringings make them manifest their love and passion very differently. She may seem reserved to others (with the exception of her original friends like Etta and the guys) but Diana is never one to hide her emotions and perpetually deep affection for Steve, in private or in public - she speaks her mind and put her words and thoughts into action, praising, complimenting, kissing, hugging, caressing and touching him whenever possible. Canonically speaking, in the movie, Diana was the one to hold his hand first and she made it clear that she wanted him to stay in her room in the inn in Veld and she even initiated the kiss. She is unfazed by the societal expectations, norms, customs and traditions of Man’s world which were holding Steve back occasionally. I like to think he is just as affectionate (and he certainly loves her as much) but he was also brought up as a gentleman and born in 1880s after all. At first he wasn’t too accustomed to public display of affection beyond hand holding, cupping Diana’s face, touching her hair and light kisses on her forehead or cheeks but eventually he became bolder and more relaxed in public with her, as they cherished every opportunity to be affectionate to their other half, especially after almost losing each other forever that night in the airfield in Belgium in 1918 and the societal standards changed gradually over the century they have been living in as a couple. It also had something to do with how Diana was rubbing off on him with her Amazonian ways. Steve is also the one to shower Diana with surprises whenever possible and mostly something non-materialistic as he knows well enough the preferences of his goddess. At home or in private they are very on par and in sync in terms of affection, although Diana would be more verbal about everything and Steve tries his best to catch up. They just love each other with every fiber of their being.

6. What is their favourite feature of their partner’s?
Diana’s favourite feature(s) of Steve would definitely be his mesmerising and bright cerulean eyes which remind her of the tranquillising blue waters of Themyscira. A close second would be his ash blonde hair (and he’s been keeping the same haircut from 1918 to 2018, as it never goes out of style), followed by his physique. She is just so pleased with his well above-average overall physical appearance and vigour and there is nothing she would find undesirable. To Steve, Diana is his angel (and actual goddess and salvation) and his love for her is a combination of utmost respect, devotion, admiration, affection, adoration and romantic attraction, thus to him she is simply perfect in every sense and it may be hard to pinpoint a feature but if one must ask he would say her eyes can reach one’s soul and her lips hold all the truths in the universe and he would never get tired of savouring her ethereal beauty.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pickup lines?
Gotta hand this one to Steve. His dry and sometimes cheesy humour is incredibly endearing to Diana and when the pickup lines are embarrassing he blushes so hard and Diana would first chuckle and then kiss him. Every now and then she turns the table on him and be the one to say them and for him it is always part hilarious and part enticing. Both of them can be goofy at times and they always end up laughing at the lines together lightheartedly.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
Both, although Diana instigated this. In the beginning, she didn’t even realise these things and circumstances are inappropriate because they seemed normal on Themyscira. It certainly had him very flustered and made it difficult for him to keep his composure when she first did that. Eventually Steve was emboldened and she knew he could handle this and they frequently do this to each other.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it
This is by far the best question and I could talk about it all day. And if I were a better writer I would turn this into a fic (I actually tried and am still too ashamed to publish it, seeing there are so many brilliant pieces already, or perhaps I will, when I finally have mustered up enough courage to do so). Humour me, yeah?

Essentially, the major headcanon - shortly after blowing up the German bomber plane with himself in it, in Belgium, 1918, Steve was resurrected and returned to Diana as an immortal and they have been living blissfully ever after - encapsulates numerous minor headcanons:

1918 to 1940s:

  • a month into their reunion, Steve proposed to Diana and she immediately said yes; marriage might have been a foreign concept to her at first but after having been through so much in terms of life and death, they couldn’t and wouldn’t be separated again, and matrimony became very justified ; they wanted to hold, cherish and love each other more than anything and they intended to spend the rest of their eternal(!) lives together
  • Diana and Steve had a simple yet blissful wedding ceremony at the City Hall, attended by Steve’s only and elder sister Tracy, Etta, Charlie, Sameer and the Chief and their family members (Steve’s parents passed away before he joined the US Army)
  • Steve was in his US Army military uniform and he was stunned by the breathtaking sight of Diana when she entered the room, escorted by Etta and Tracy; she wore an airy sleeveless and low-cut white silk wedding gown that made her resemble the Greek marble statues and he was lovesick and his eyes glistened with joyful tears and he grinned so hard his cheeks stiffened, meanwhile she was blushing and smiling like he was the most precious being in the universe
  • They were now Steve and Diana Prince-Trevor; Diana thought she liked the sound of Mrs Trevor, there was a nice ring to it, however, out of respect, Steve said it was up to her to keep the surname he crafted for her, and they decided on hyphenating them
  • British Intelligence learnt of Steve’s immortality and his profile became top secret; due to his physical advantage over other officers and criminals, he was assigned special ops and high-risk rescue missions, much to Diana’s dismay (”Steve, you are not invincible, you could still get hurt,” sighed Diana), but Steve wanted to help more people, so he assured her that he would take proper care of himself and if she wanted to help him he was more than content to have her by his side; British Intelligence obviously knew about Diana and her identity as Wonder Woman by now and they condoned this
  • Diana received a degree in ancient art history and archeology from Oxford, completing the courses in less than 3 years, which wasn’t surprising to Steve at all; she speaks hundreds of languages and has an eidetic memory, for starters, and she went on to become a curator of the British Museum

1940s to 1970s:

  • They fought side by side during WWII and helped the allies tremendously in liberating concentration camps, pushing the frontlines and gathering  strategic intel
  • After the war, Steve resumed his secret missions for British Intelligence and Diana also joined SIS, as her colleagues at the British Museum began to show concern for, if not suspect, her apparent lack of aging; the SIS continued to provide them with identifications that could avoid suspicion pertaining to their condition
  • They visited Tracy and her family every now and then; she kept the questions about his peculiarly youthful appearance to herself and Steve was more than grateful for her understanding and she passed on at the age of 70; her children were curious about their uncle’s secret too but knew better not to ask
  • They maintained their close friendships with Etta, Sameer, Charlie and the Chief over the years, up until their passing, either due to old age or illness; afterwards, Diana and Steve had a sabbatical and travelled the world for several years, their wealth accumulated over the years kept them comfortable

1980s to present:

  • After their sabbatical, they parted with British Intelligence to relocate to the US, and there they joined the CIA (the Agency knew about Steve and Diana and their work from top-secret joint missions with the SIS); they were living in the States only every now and then as their operations required frequent worldwide travels; a decade or so later Steve requested a transfer to a command and strategic position based in the US as Diana became a curator for the Smithsonian Institution
  • Another decade later, Justice League was formed, and Steve has been leading US government’s ARGUS since; Diana is Head of Antiquities at Louvre when she isn’t busy saving the world as Wonder Woman
  • 100 years later Diana and Steve are still living happily ever after and saving the world together

Throughout the years:

  • They tried out various flavours and types of ice cream in countries they visited but Diana’s favourite is always the homemade ones Steve concocts for her
  • So is breakfast, they certainly sampled numerous and miscellaneous kinds during their globetrotting travels, yet she always favours the Trevor special, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrown, baked beans and toast always all cooked just right and impeccable, prepared before she wakes up and served in a tray to be enjoyed in bed, and always followed by cuddling
  • Steve’s missions always require him to pilot airplanes; despite knowing he is immortal, Diana still gets worried (but she doesn’t make a fuss about it and Steve really appreciates that)
  • Diana and Steve didn’t always just work for the government, they make their best effort to save people outside of the bureaus’ jurisdictions whenever possible
  • Steve’s father’s watch is kept in a safe for preservation; Steve and Diana have been wearing matching watches (besides always wearing matching couple outfits, much to the amusement of their friends and acquaintances)
  • They rarely argue, let alone fight, and if they did they reconcile soon after (Steve is always patient and understanding and Diana is very compassionate and caring)
  • Diana is amused when she realised Steve actually needs glasses (despite his excellent marksmanship) and she chose pairs of them for him; although Steve started wearing contact lens once they were commercialised, he still wears glasses from time to time (think Chris Pine wearing glasses, *wink wink*)
  • Steve is polylingual (English, French, German, Dutch, Danish and Swedish) and Diana is always there to teach him other languages, either for professional or personal/recreational purposes
  • They always make time for vacation
  • They visit Themyscira every 3 years (except during WWII)
  • When they are at home they always find time to sway to some slow and soothing music

Don’t cave in, don’t cave in.

“Babe…”

Just ignore him. Impossible as it was.

“(Y/N)..please.” He wanted laid so badly but he was in trouble. Scaring you with a severed head wasn’t funny. Not to you at least. You threatened not to have sex with him and being the smug little shit he was he didn’t think you could go through with it.

One month later you still stood strong. And it was hilarious. After the first two days he began trying but you’d push him away. He the mighty demon king didn’t want to believe that his wife could resist him. No one ever could. Frustrated wasn’t even close to how he was feeling. Watching you sway your hips as you walked drove him insane, but it was nothing compared to you walking around your bedroom naked or not wearing panties with those enticing tight dresses.

By the end of the month he looked like he had been drained of all his strength.

If he wasn’t sorry before then he definitely was now.

“No…you just go to sleep.” You say pushing your ass back into him. Balor grunted and snapped his hips forward in retaliation.

“I can’t fuckin do this.” He groaned. “ Please….can’t we just…”

“Nope.”

You sat up and scooted away from him.

“This better?” You laid back down and faced him. If you could just get a camera then this would be so perfect. He merely slumped in his spot, the poor demon looked miserable.

“No it’s not..I need you.” He reached his hand out. “I didn’t actually think you’d hold out on me this long.” His finger tips grazed your own. His beautiful blue eyes searched your for a moment.

Then the unthinkable happened. That delicious lower lip of his began poking out. You felt a smile crack on your face.

“Are you trying to give me a puppy dog look?”

Balor scooted closer. The look on his face hadn’t changed.

“Babe…”

Don’t cave… stay strong. His perfect blue eyes…just held the most innocent look. Oh fuck you felt your walls coming down the more he pressed into you. His sneaky little hands found their way to your thighs again, slowly pushing into your aching need. Oh god you almost forgot how good this felt.

The demon smiled, oh you were caving.

“ you learn your lesson?” Your hand gripped his wrist. Balor moved his fingers again causing you to whimper.

“Sure did.. Now.” He pulled his fingers away only to slide on top of you. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”