but by far not dirty enough

Bts reaction to their crush saying “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”

Wow that’s a long ass title

Seokjin: You two were best friends who had a hell load of tension going on. You were over at Jin’s place to just hang out. He always thought that his feelings were one sited so he never even considered confessing to you. All of the sudden you asked him about his sex life, being afraid that the answer would hurt you since you have a crush on him too. Being confused he’d answer honestly: “Lately there’s not much going on. I’d feel uncomfortable doing it with someone who isn’t you.” he confessed by mistake. He’d feel really embarrassed as he realizes what happened. You said: “I didn’t thought you feel like this. Well, if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Jin would be soooo happy saying: “I’d really be honored to take your virginity. I like you, y/n.” He’d approach you slightly giving you a soft kiss which leads to a heavy make out session. Being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t let it come too far without dating you. 

Jin on the inside:

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Namjoon: You two were chilling alone at a house party together. Because you already drank a bit Namjoon felt confident enough to start asking private questions. Technically it wasn’t your idea to tell him you’re just the most honest person after only one shot of tequila. Without him having to ask you just went for it and said: “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” Namjoom had his facial expression under control only a dirty smile covered his face. “I knew that! You like me and I like you..” He’d immediately start acting all cocky and flirty with you which leaded to making out in a spare room. He was grinding on you making you horny and kissing your neck until he left hickeys. But Namjoon wouldn’t want you to regret anything the next morning so he delayed your first time to when you’d be sober. “You don’t want to be drunk on your first time, just call me when you want. Or should I call you?” 

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Yoongi: Yoongi and you were these kind of best friends who spend all of their time together. Once the two of you were taking a nap over at his place. Having a light sleep Yoongi cuddled with you. He always acted like you were his girlfriend. You thought he was still awake and told him “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you”. Yoongi would wake up totally confused and look at you. He’d hug you tight from the back and kiss your neck saying: “Y/n, is it that obvious that I have a crush on you?” Still being sleepy he’d unhook your bra under the shirt of him that you wore. Rolling you over he kissed you multiple times. Astonishing your now fully naked body he kissed you again. “It won’t hurt, I promise”

Yoongi when he wakes up confused:

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Hoseok: You and Hobi were at a club going crazy and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That was the moment you fell for him, his cheerful and happy personality and -we’re not gonna ignore this- of course his handsome looks. When a sexy R’n’B song played you decided to dance seductively. Hobi was left with surprise as he joined you and the tension started to grow until he kissed you in the middle of the dancefloor. Hobi started to giggle like a little kid deciding to go home with you. As you made out on his bed you said. “If I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you.” He’d smile really brightly feeling honored to take your virginity as he slowly unclothed you.

Hoseok seeing you dance:

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Taehyung: You guys were friends but had secretly feelings for each other. You were totally in love with him but your lack of experience made you self-conscious. One day Tae was bragging about fucking this girl just to make you jealous. Your reaction to it had him SHOOK. You just said “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” as a response. Tae would need several moment to realize what just happened but once he did he’d confess.”I’m sorry for being such an cocky asshole but that was my way to make you jealous. I actually have a crush on you and it’ll make me really happy to fuck yo- I mean take your virginity.” You just laughed and kissed him. He’d pick you up like a bride and carried you to his bed.

Tae being shook because of your response:

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Jimin: All the other member knew about you being Jimin’s crush and tried to set you up. They invited you over to a house party. Everything went fine, you talked with Jimin the whole time, until Jungkook suddenly shouted:”LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE”.. Namjoon called your name and you chose truth. “Who out of all the people here would you have sex with?”. You answered honestly with “if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you, Jimin” looking at him. He was blushing and smiling happy. Next Hobi dared Jimin to spend 30 minutes with you in his room. Arriving there he confessed to you. “I’m so sorry it had to happen like this. The other’s tried really hard.” he said. “Well it worked and by the way we have still 20 minutes left.” you smiled sheepishly. Being confident he kissed you slowing unclothing your body.

Jimin when you said you still have 20 minutes:

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Jungkook: Kookie asked you out on a date after crushing over you for a long time. You were out walking around the city after having a drink. He was leading you to his favorite spot on a hill where you could see the stars and the whole city shining. You were sitting on a blanket his arm around you. You talked about so many different things until he asked you if you’ve ever been in a serious relationship. You answered with yes but admitted being a virgin. He was surprised because you seemed quite mature.“But actually if I could lose my virginity to anyone it would be you” you said. Jungkook would turn into JungSHOOK before acting really cocky. “I mean if you’re up to it..” You’d kiss. First slow but then it turned into a real make out session. He slid his hand up your skirt grabbing your ass. “We probably have to do this an other time unless you want to lose your virginity in a place were people could easily see us.”

Jungkook being cocky:

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So this took quite a long time hope u enjoyed it!

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Coming from the abortion storyline of Season 3, I think it’s extremely important that the writers included so much on Princess Carolyn’s miscarriages. The shame-free portrayal of Diane’s abortion directly contrasts with PC’s experience, especially as she struggles alone. I think it’s significant that everybody has an opinion in the abortion episode, everybody has some anecdote or comfort to give. Whereas PC is offered little to no direct support or acknowledgement. Her doctor treats her as callously and devoid of empathy as Diane’s did to her, except here we had no one speaking up, no one speaking back. She is given blame and no actual advice or help, emphasising the complete lack of support on offer for a lot of women who suffer miscarriages. Even well-meaning Todd is at a loss for words when trying to think what he should say to her at the apartment. Most heartbreaking of all perhaps, is that PC is well aware of the connotations of what has happened to her, she expects to be judged, she expects to be seen as weak and pitiful and incapable. PC’s storyline emphasises how far we still have to come in making a ‘miscarriage’ more than just some dirty word or something that women feel they have to hide.

okay, you wanna know why I’m for including all aces in the LGBT+ community?

at one point I thought it was pretty safe to ID as ace publicly. I had some of those ideas that people who want to exclude “cishet” aces (and aroaces as well) think. I didn’t agree with everything, especially since I’ve seen aces included in the community since pre-AVEN days, but I did think coming out as ace wouldn’t be that big of a deal. so when I decided to start coming out where local people outside my most trusted level of friends and relatives could see I decided to come out as ace before telling them I wasn’t heteroromantic or cis. it seemed a safe way to test the waters.

holy fucking hells, was I wrong.

some friends I hadn’t told before dropped me as a friend, or all but dropped me as a friend, only interacting with me when it benefits them or they think they have a chance to try and encourage me to embrace Christ so by His grace I can be fixed. I’ve been told asexuality is caused by Satan, I’ve been told asexuals are dirty queers, I’ve been told I’m a pawn Satan uses to convert people to the “LGBT lifestyle” and keep them from being saved. I’ve gotten other BS too that I won’t go into.

it was bad enough I shoved every other LGBT+ part of me so far back into the closet locally because if just being ace got me all that being multiple LGBT+ identities and out about it could just make it even worse.

while it may not be like this everywhere, I’ve heard of other aces with the same experience. which is why I feel the community should be open to all aces. because some aces do face this much discrimination just for being ace, even if they’re “cishet.” because those people that do experience that need the support of the community. because sometimes what they face is comparable to what the rest of the LGBT+ community faces.

I know some of you who read this are going to assume I’m exaggerating or even lying, I’m use to that, I’m use to people attacking me telling me that I’m exaggerating or lying. but this is something I feel must be said. must be restated. because it’s important.

because the asexual experience isn’t something as black and white as many discoursers make it seem. some have it easy, some have it a whole lot worse, many have it somewhere in between. there are parallels to how asexuals get treated compared to the rest of the LGBT+ community sometimes. because at least some aces, even some “cishet” aces, need the safe spaces and support the LGBT+ community can provide.

We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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she flowers; he feasts

Hades and Persephone

Hades was nervous… to say at least.

Never before had he left the Underworld, kingdom and throne behind but this was for a whole different reason; a reason he jumped up quicker at than Death could snatch the dying.

Harry was traveling to Olympus on behalf of his lover’s request.

It was the middle of summer and Hades’ hadn’t seen Persephone since she left, which was only couple months prior. His heart boomed alive when he received the floral scented letter from Hermes, opening it to read in her beautiful hand writing that she requested him to come up out of Hell to see her. Though slightly hesitant at first, he made his mind up rather quickly and informed all of his servants and advisors that he was leaving. He left his closest friend Thanatos, known to him as Fionn, in charge of the Underworld while we has away.


It had been a long journey out of his own realm, the firs strike of sunlight blinding his eyes and making his skin sizzle upon touch. Colors were too bright, the sky’s magnificent blue making him squint and everything… too alive for him. Harry hated it up here but this was his wife’s world. Anything she loved, he vowed to love too.

The moment he landed on Olympus, he could tell he wasn’t the least bit of welcomed. The nymphs screamed and hid from him, all of them scurrying back into their respective elements; some hid in the rivers, most ran to the forest and stayed quivering in the trees. Even the sunshine seemed to flicker, clouds passing on in front of it as if to shy away from god of darkness. Harry didn’t care though, he was only here for one reason.

He arrived in a small meadow, the one his wife had told him to meet her at. It was a beautiful spot, one where the flowers bloomed and the trees were lush but with every step he took, Death’s scent lingered with him. Everything he walked past curled and rotted away from him, nothing wanting anything to do with Death before their rightful time.

The sunshine suddenly perked back up at the sound of her voice, sounding like bell chimes in the wind. Harry’s heart accelerated as the small goddess appeared in his view, her pastel tunic dragging in the shrubbery around her as she ran to him with excited squeals.

“Harry! Harry!” Persephone shrieked, throwing her weight onto him in a hug, the two tumbling harshly onto the ground.

Hades didn’t even care that she had knocked them over, returning her hug with his strength and crushing her body to his as though she would diminish into air at any second. He wasted no time in kissing her, planting his fist into her hair and tilting her face in the direction of his for a long awaited kiss.

Y/N made a little mm! sound of surprise, feeling his smile on hers as she eagerly kissed back, using one hand to hold onto the grass around her. If Harry kissed any harder, he’d kiss her straight through the ground and back into Hell.

Persephone would have it no other way though.

They continued kissing in the open, hearing the nymphs giggle and swoon around them. Harry traveled his hand down her body, bunching the ends of her dress in his fist and yanking it up her legs.

Persephone spread her thighs wider as Hades settled in between them, using his body to shield hers from any unwanted eyes. Y/N moaned as Harry stroked his fingers over her bare hip bones, the tickling sensation driving her mad with arousal. She pulled back from the kiss, only to have Hades plant them down from her jaw to her throat, big opened mouth kisses that left mushy lip sounds and long sighs of pleasure.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Hades sighef, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he danced his ring clad fingers to her clit, rubbing and teasing her opening with small strokes.

Y/N’s body tensed, her tummy feeling like a million clematis vines twirling up and tickling her insides with utmost pleasure.

“Say it back sweetheart, use your words. Have you missed me?”

“Gods,” She moaned, following the rhythm of his fingers with her hips. “I’ve missed you so damn much. I never — oh god… — I never thought you’d actually come see me.” She finished quickly, arching her back into his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

“I’d raise Hell to the ground if you wanted.” He confessed, slipping his fingers out and lifting them to his mouth. Hades moaned as he tasted her, breathing heavily as he looked back down at her.

She was a sight, her elbows dirty from writhing in the dirt and her once neat hair a frail mess of leaves and grass. Her cheeks burned the color of roses and her pupils were blown wide, resembling plums. She really was Mother Nature’s truest piece.

Harry kneeled up, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down far enough to let his cock spring free, the cool breeze making the tip redder than his favorite pomegranates. Hades moaned and pumped himself, locking eyes with his wife underneath him.

Persephone smiled bashfully, avoiding his intense gaze. “Are — are we doing this out here? Anyone could see…”

“I can’t wait.” Hades muttered, leaning back down over her again and capturing her mouth in a kiss. “I want Zeus’s entire fucking kingdom to know who’s you are.”

The second he pushed into her was one of a dream. He was rough — just how she liked it — but maintained a passionate intimacy that only two people in love could share. Persephone clenched her fists, feeling him slide up deeper into her with each and every thrust. Harry groaned, feeling her squeeze around him.

He pinned her wrists above her head, bending over her body and leaving small kisses around the crown of her head as he pumped his hips. Her legs eventually curled around his waist, Y/N’s whole body arching into his but she whines — high pitched in the back of her throat — as her clothed chest touches to his clothed one. The thought that they were fucking in the middle of a forest reoccurred in her mind, making her decide to hide her noises away in case of any body unfortunate enough to stumble by.

Hades made one particular hard thrust to where he’s buried to the hilt, making tiny grinding circles into her pubic bone. Y/N’s hands writhed in his grasp, needing anything to hold on to as Harry devoured her underneath him. The curls stick to his sweaty forehead, Persephone’s own hair starting to feel strangled around her neck.

“I can’t hear ya, love. Why’re you being so quiet?” He slurs, euphoria taking over every cell of his body.

I —.” She grunted but it was struggled as Harry loosened one of his hands and toyed with her mouth, knocking their hips together every second without relent. He thumbed her bottom lip, pushing his index finger into her mouth and groaning as she sucked.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praised, removing his finger and going straight to where her clit ached for touch. He pinched it, feeling her body stutter underneath him.

“I’m going to…” Y/N moaned, her legs quivering around his waist. She groaned, thrashing as the feeling became too much.

Hades let his entire weight drop onto her, kissing her as she released her high.“Look at me, look at me Y/N.”

Persephone’s eyes met his within the second she came, her mouth dropping open as she released the loudest whine yet. Harry milked her through, stroking her face lovingly as she eventually relaxed back.

“Gods, so fucking beautiful.” Harry mumbled, feeling his own high just moments away. Y/N linked her arms around his neck, whispering praises in his ear and soon enough he filled her to the brim, laying stationary on top of her and giving the weak, occasional thrust as he emptied. She moved one hand through his curls and petted his hair down, smiling as he continued to breath heavily into her neck.

“I love you so much,” Harry suddenly spoke. “I’d be proper dead without my little goddess of life.”

“I love you too.” Y/N hushed, kissing his cheek as he lifted his head. Harry took a big breath and lifted up, pulling out watching his come leak out from her legs. He smirked and pressed a deep kiss to her clit, making her flinch and pull away before he scooted her dress down her legs and stood up, helping her up next to him.

“Squeeze,” He murmured. “Don’t want my come out of you. Want me in your bloodstream until you come back home to me.”

Love Bites

Inspired by @kawaiilo-ren‘s amazing artwork of Vampire! Yuri. I love all of your mafia stuff but I can’t really write it for some reason but if there’s one thing I do know it’s vampires so here we go :D Also I’ll tag @eternally-eclectic because I know you wanted to read it XD Enjoy everyone! Nsfw ahead! Read it on AO3 if that suits your fancy~


Yuri bit down again, a low groan in his throat as he took more blood.

“A man,” he breathed, licking the wound, “Should not be this sweet.”

Otabek tightened his grip around the vampire’s hips, granting a jerky thrust. “You’ve tasted men before?”

Steadying himself with one hand on the hunter’s shoulder, Yuri brushed his hair out of his face with the other, running his tongue over his fangs in a teasing smirk, “A few.”

It was enough to start a growl in the hunter’s throat, pushing him down so that the vampire was now beneath him. “Your kind is despicable.”

“Says the killer—”

“Better than fangs—”

Yuri found himself chuckling, closing his eyes briefly as a sound more enchanting than Otabek would have liked to admit parted the vampire’s lips. When he opened his eyes again, the hunter was granted with the piercing green that had caught his attention since the day they’d first met.

“A little love bite,” Yuri snaked his arms around the other man’s neck, pulling him in close enough to nip at his ear, “Never killed anyone.”

Before Otabek even realized, he was flipped over, head smacking against the wooden boards of the abandoned house, the heavy creaks caused by their bodies echoing obscenely in his ears.

“Watch closely, Hunter,” the vampire sat up, positioning himself on his knees, pressing his palms flat against Otabek’s chest for support, “I’ll show you something good.”

It was all for show, the sensually languid rise and fall of his hips, the way his pink cock bounced against snow-white skin, Yuri precariously biting his bottom lip with his fangs. He brushed his long hair to the side, letting his hands trail down his own torso, before they stopped right at the tip of his cock, playing with himself as he spread the drops of pre-cum over his leaking head.

Otabek licked his lips, squeezing the vampire’s thighs.

“Do you like what you see, Hunter?” Yuri cocked his head, knowing well enough by now to look at the Hunter dead on. Because for some strange reason, rather than his body, this human was more fixated on the green of his—

Beka gave a harsh thrust, Yuri nearly choking on his own moan as his head fell back, but he quickly sunk his nails into the hunter’s chest, shooting him a sharp glare.

I’ll do it.”

Otabek relaxed his hold on Yuri’s legs, slightly, trying to keep a level head.

“Can you?” he raised an eyebrow, “All on your own?”

“I can,” snapped the vampire, closing his eyes as if to steady himself, flattening his hands over Otabek’s chest once more.

He worked, rising and falling, seeking his own pleasure as he rode the hunter, palms tightening into fists the more he bounced, letting out small whines of discontent. But he was already quickly unraveling, Otabek knew, his movements becoming more desperate with each stroke, and for a moment Otabek considered helping him, but that would have been a shame, seeing as he’d be denied the blonde’s whine-filled pleas.

And he knew the vampire was truly desperate now, one hand moving up to play with his nipples, pinching and squeezing them to a flushed pink, until they stood on end, as if they were begging to be licked.

“Hunter,” Yuri panted, still working the pink buds, tongue all but hanging out, “Tell me…”

“Lewd.”

Yuri shuddered above him, movements becoming jerk as his thighs tensed and trembled in Otabek’s hands.

“M-More,” he begged, his voice not nearly as commanding as before, reduced to nothing but weak whimpers and wanting pants.

“Completely disheveled,” Otabek kept his monotone, reaching up carefully, brushing the vampires hands away gently, and pinching Yuri’s nipple experimentally, which earned him a soft moan. Finding that not to be enough, Beka gave it a harsh twist, Yuri arching his back towards him, nearly collapsing on the hunter’s chest.

“So weak,” Otabek continued, twisting the other nipple, and again Yuri cried out, nearly at his limit, but Beka sat up, just then, gripping the tip of Yuri’s cock with one hand and wrapping the other around his throat. He nearly snarled.

“Just like prey.”

Yuri’s eyes widened, opening his mouth in a moan that never manifested, a shudder rolling through his body in such an exaggerated wave that Otabek thought the vampire had gone over.

But that didn’t seem to be the case, not from the tears of desperation that laced those green eyes, making them shine.

“Hunter,” Yuri gasped, clawing at the hand that held his throat, “Please—”

It was now Otabek’s turn to bite, though not nearly hard enough to break the skin, and so it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, Yuri whining and begging and clawing—

“You can’t,” the hunter said simply, “My shirt will get dirty.”

Yuri found that unlikely, considering it’d been torn open, from the collar right down to his navel, so something like that shouldn’t have mattered. But he was too far gone to point it out.

“Well then where can I?” Those emeralds that wanted to be sharp were only clouded with the heat of lust.

Beka nipped around the vampire’s neck, teasing to no end, “Think.”

Again Yuri shivered in the human’s arms, pulling away slightly, lips parted to release another moan.

“Here,” he dragged his thumb across Otabek’s lip, hooking it around the edge to tug softly, making the human open his mouth, “Let me here.”

Otabek slid out, Yuri’s body shivering in displeasure, so the vampire tried to scramble, to climb over the human so that—

But Beka was faster, pushing Yuri back, flat on his butt, the vampire sitting up with enough space between his thighs for Otabek to take him into his mouth, swallowing down as much of his length as he could.

This was perhaps one of Otabek’s favorite positions. Even if it meant his dick was hard and throbbing, twitching against his stomach without release. Because from here, he could see the collection of bites and bruises he’d left littered on the inside of the vampire’s thighs. Bobbing his head up and down, letting out a few low groans of his own, he didn’t know how something like a purple blotch could look so beautiful.

Yuri let out a throaty moan, burrowing himself in deep between Beka’s lips, hips jerking and begging for release, knuckles white from the way they fisted at the human’s hair.

“Fuck, right—“ Yuri gasped, feeling the way Beka’s tongue pressed up against one of his weak spots, sucking at his head and then grazing his tongue over his slit, before swallowing him whole again, all the way down, so that Yuri could feel the edge of the human’s throat with the tip of his cock.

“Hunter—Hunter—!” Yuri curled in on himself, probably suffocating the human but he didn’t care, didn’t give a damn, because when the hunter curled his tongue around him like that—

“Otabek—” It was a primal sort of howl, his head tossing back and his fingers tightening while his entire body stiffened, spilling into the hunter’s mouth that simply continued to suck, and no matter how much Yuri pleaded he simply didn’t stop—

His body fell limp, flat on the ground, hair sprawling around his face in messy tangles, Yuri’s chest rising and falling in heavy pants while Beka licked up every drop, not letting a single bit of the vampire’s seed go to waste.

The hunter finished with a quick wipe of his mouth, commenting on the taste. Yuri hardly had the ability to reply, what with the way his mouth was half open, still panting, looking about as ripe as Beka had ever seen him.

Ripe enough to eat, even.

He couldn’t help it; he lowered himself to the vampire’s chest, drawing the pink buds into his mouth that begged to be licked since the moment Yuri had begun to play with them.

It was a curious thing, Beka thought, since the beast was supposed to be Yuri, not him, but whenever they were like this, Yuri slightly weakened from the rush of his orgasm, Otabek always got an instinctual rush of his own, one that pushed him to want to devour the vampire completely.

He released Yuri’s chest, only to claim his mouth, the two sharing a kiss that was more wet with want than anything else.

“My turn,” Beka pulled away with a low groan, flipping Yuri onto his stomach before the vampire had the chance to say otherwise. He reached for the bottle of lube nobody had bothered to close, smearing some over Yuri’s ass before coating his own cock for good measure, and without a wasted moment more filled the greedy creature to the hilt.

Yuri screeched, sliding down almost to his stomach, but Otabek held him up, keeping him on all fours.

Yuri turned his head slightly, Otabek met with pitiful eyes, “S-Stop—I just c-came—”

Something seemed to snap in the hunter, seeing the vampire in such a way, so he grabbed at his scalp, tugging at the long blonde locks and forcing Yuri’s head back, loving the way it felt to have the vampire tighten around him.

“Fuck,” Beka exhaled, still palming Yuri’s hair, “You’re so sensitive after you cum—”

“That’s why I—” his legs trembled, threatening to give, “S-Stop—”

That only made the hunter want more, grabbing at Yuri’s hips and forcing the blonde to meet his thrusts, reveling in the obscene sounds their bodies made every time skin met skin, smacking together in sloshy wet proof of their pleasure. And Otabek indulged, oh how he indulged, watching the way his cock slid in and out, disappearing into Yuri’s tight, round ass, nearly losing all sense of reason from the way it bounced, Yuri reduced to a hot, whimpering mess. Especially when Beka squeezed the vampire’s hips, and Yuri tightened up even more, his back forming the most perfect arch Beka had ever seen, gasping before letting his head hang again.

“Hunter.”

Beka knew what that voice meant by now, not hesitating in the least when he pulled back a bit, allowing his palm to strike in a sharp smack against Yuri’s ass.

The blonde cried out, stopping himself by biting into his own arm, back arching even further than before, and Otabek couldn’t help but think that there was something incredibly arousing about Yuri’s back, when it was glistening with sweat like that.

He mounted Yuri so that his own stomach was now pressed up against the vampire’s back, their sweat kissing, Beka tugging at Yuri’s ear with his teeth, his voice husky and raw as he drew Yuri’s arm away from his mouth, replacing it with his own fingers.

“Bite me instead.”

But Yuri did nothing of the kind, just sucked, moaning into Beka’s fingers and letting his eyes roll back as Beka matched his sucks to the thrusts in his ass.

“Yuri,” Beka struggled to hold him up, losing strength in his own legs, “Loosen up for me, I can barely move—”

The vampire wriggled his hips, shaking his head, “Feelsh gwood…”

Beka managed a few more thrusts out of spite alone, feeling himself starting to teeter over the edge. With his mind hazed and full of Yuri’s scent, he pressed himself even closer, hips now moving in jerky  thrusts as he tried to catch his own release. With desperate movements he brushed Yuri’s hair away from his neck, breathing heavily against the skin.

“Yuri,” he growled, snaking his hand around the vampire’s neck, and squeezing, cutting off his air, “Cum.”

Yuri choked, coughing and gasping and screaming into Beka’s fingers, cumming the moment he felt Beka’s own heat start to fill his stomach, spasming and losing all the strength in his limbs as his own wave began to wash him over into complete and utter bliss.

Beka came with a low groan, collapsing on top of the vampire as he finished, feeling his fingers being punctured by his vampire’s fangs.

The floor seemed to creak with each breath they desperately hoped would fill their lungs.

When they both came down from their high, their breaths no longer the heavy pants that claimed their chests, Yuri curled into the human, looking past the man’s shoulders and to the pile of clothing they’d left behind, his hunter’s belt resting solidly at the top.

What would his clan say, Yuri wondered, if they knew he’d fallen for a hunter?

But his worries quickly dissipated, were replaced with a much more present problem rising in his throat, his thirst scratching and drying out his tongue. He nudged softly at the human’s chest, fixing his stare on the scar that covered half of the hunter’s breast, the very one Yuri had given him the first time they’d met.

“Otabek.”

The hunter looked down at the vampire in his arms, giving a drowsy sort of smile—or at least, as much as could be described as a smile, when it came from a man like him. “Hm?”

Yuri palmed his own throat, his dark nails accenting the pale skin, “Thirsty.”

The hunter bent down, enough to press his lips chastely against Yuri’s. “Then drink.”

Yuri nodded, moving up a little more, opening his mouth on a large inhale, making a show of his fangs before biting down.

He sucked greedily, taking far more than was due, groaning with each gulp, reminding the hunter that he could be devoured just as easily.

Beka’s blood was always delicious, especially when it was drowned in pleasure, and prickled with the pain granted by Yuri’s fangs. But even better than that was perhaps the way Beka stiffened whenever Yuri bit down, which only clouded Yuri’s head even further, fogging it with a fake sense of pride.

He took a final gulp before pulling away, allowing part of the blood to run down the side of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he leaned in to kiss his lover, coating their tongues in red.

Beka let Yuri swallow his moans, the hunter’s eyes fluttering closed as he tasted the warmth of his own blood.

They only managed a few more kisses, before Yuri began to slip into sleep, because the vampire always gave into exhaustion, once his belly was filled and full.

Beka let him sleep, brushing his fingers through blonde hair, admiring the way his blood was drying against Yuri’s pale cheeks. He reached down, rubbing the stain off tenderly with his thumb, Yuri sweet and soft and murmuring beside him.

How wonderful it would be, Otabek thought, if they could stay like this forever.

Coming Home

Originally posted by lachicadeloslibros-y-lasboybands


A/N:
Honestly thought this would be longer and better than it is but I hope y’all like it nonetheless. Dad!Shawn is always good for the soul, so is feedback x


You sat on the couch watching your son set himself up on the window ledge with a blanket and a pillow, he didn’t want to miss Shawn coming home and you weren’t going to argue with him; in fact you’d set yourself up on the couch with full intentions to move your eager four-year-old beside you when he fell asleep. You sipped on your coffee and watched as he laid his blanket out, trying to cover every inch of the ledge, and put his pillow down before tucking the stuffed monkey Shawn brought him, Mr. Keggles, into bed. You giggled as you watched him carry down his toy guitar and set it at the end of the bed so he’d remember to show his dad that he was a rock star too.
When he finally got under the covers himself, you brought him a warm cup of hot chocolate and played the waiting game till he fell asleep, but not before he made you check that there was enough for when Shawn came home because they always had hot chocolate on cold days.

You woke up to your son tossing and turning beside you, you looked up to see the daylight shining through the living room curtains and looked to your phone to see what time it was.
A bright 10 am shined on your phone in white but it was a message Shawn left that really woke you up.

Shawn: Hopping on the plane now, I love you so much baby. Can’t wait to see you both xx’

You weren’t too sure when it was sent but it was enough to get you excited. You slowly climbed off the couch, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping boy beside you and made a cup of coffee, nervously playing out scenarios of Shawn in your head. You went into the bathroom and did a look over your appearance, you decided to stay in your sweats and one of Shawn’s old t-shirts because the first day Shawn came home were always lazy days but also because you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you wanted to look good for him. You ruffled your hair in the mirror and assessed the overall look before hearing a car pull up. Your eyes widened, you turned to wake your son but he was already bright-eyed and up at the window with a smile spread across his cheeks, “Daddy is home!” he bounced up and down.

You heard his voice outside thank the driver and it took you a minute to realize that the voice wasn’t coming from your phone. Your son ran to the door and pulled at the handle, finding it difficult to turn and pull at the same time until finally the light shone through the opening crack and he dropped from the doorknob and ran out to Shawn. Shawn immediately dropped his bags and landed on his knees to catch his excited son and pull him into a tight hug. His small head nestled into Shawn’s neck and you watched as Shawn breathed in relief and smiled “I missed you so much buddy!” he kissed the top of his head. “I’ve got so much to show you” your son wormed his way out of Shawn’s arms and pulled at Shawn’s hand to get him inside but Shawn swept his tiny feet off the ground and pulled him into another hug making his son giggle wildly, “I’m going to say hi to mummy, how about you go get it ready and then I’ll come make the hot chocolate” he nodded and jumped from his father, running inside excited to show Shawn his loot. You and Shawn stood there, looking around and waiting for someone to make the first move but he quickly gave up on the joke and pulled you in for a hug, kissing your cheek over and over. “Holy fuck I missed you so much” he breathed heavily, putting his hand under you to support you as you jumped on his waist. Your lips joined and neither of you wanted to ever pull away “So, so much” he mumbled “not yet” he smiled as your lips connected again “okay that’s it I’m just never leaving again” he shrugged, smiling as you pulled back. “I love you so much” you looked up at his eyes, not realizing how much you’d actually missed them the last two months, he connected your lips together once more before you jumped down and he reached for your hand to go inside.

You walked in and were straight away bombarded with your four-year-old holding his stuffed monkey, you rested your head on Shawn’s chest, trying to take in as much of the moment as you can. Shawn picked him up and put him on his hip, “Hello Mr. Keggles, is this your guitar?” his voice was slightly higher when talking to the inanimate object “no daddy, this is my guitar I’m a rock star like you” he laughed and tried to wiggle down from Shawn’s grip so he could show him how he plays it. You looked over at Shawn as your son put the guitar strap over his shoulder and noticed Shawn’s eyes watering up, “babe” you breathed a smile wiping at his eyes. He smiled back at you and kissed you again “he’s so big” he put his forehead on yours, laughing as happy tears began to fall from his eyes, “you’re not watching?” a small voice came from beside you. “Why are you crying?” he dropped the guitar onto the floor and climbed up his parents to see their faces. He held onto your face and wiped the tears that had begun to gather before then doing the same for his dad “what’s wrong?” his voice saddened, you sniffled and kissed your son’s head, “it’s okay baby, they’re happy tears”.

When it was bath time, Shawn insisted on taking him which you knew was a disaster for trouble because the bathroom was always a mess by the time they were done. You heard a big splash of water hit the floor and ran up to see Shawn soaked from head to toe with your four-year-old laughing hysterically, Shawn looked up at you like he’d been caught in the act and you just laughed and turned around. You later snuck up and watched them at the sink as they brushed their teeth, both of them having a towel wrapped around their waist and their hair sticking up as Shawn instructed him to brush in circles. You brought them both a change of clothes and watched your son get excited when he saw his captain America shirt, “who’s your favorite superhero?” he looked up at his dad as Shawn dressed him and waited for an answer “your mum” he whispered in his ear before putting a finger to his lips as to signal that it was a secret. “Go sit on the couch buddy, I’m coming” you called out as your little one ran down the hall, ready to watch the first Harry Potter movie like they always did when it was Shawn’s first day home. He waited till your son was far away enough to not see or hear you before he pulled on your waist to bring you closer and began kissing your neck, “wanna dress me?” he raised an eyebrow to which you laughed “I know you’ve been away a while but you really gotta work on your dirty ta—“ he tickled at your sides making you squeak. Your eyes when wide in a way of telling him to stop “not now” you whispered and motioned to walk out of the bathroom “oh honey” he called you back and you peeked your head around the corner expecting to get another one-liner “I haven’t said it yet but you look gorgeous” you blushed “I’m a mess” you corrected making him walk over to you and hold you around the lower of your back like he previously had been “you. Look. Beautiful” he kissed your lips “you always do”

When your son crashed halfway through the first Harry Potter movie, you and Shawn sat together barely watching what was left because you were so distracted by each other. “I feel like I’m missing out on so much” he whispered, running his thumb along your cheek as you laid on his chest looking up at him. “Shawn, you’re a good dad and a good husband”, you softly smacked at his chest for doubting himself, “you’re here as much as you possibly can be and that’s okay” you assured him but you could still see the worry in his eyes “I haven’t even been here long enough to put this in concrete” you popped yourself up to look at him better “what do you mean?” you smiled having an idea at what he was hinting at. He put his head to one side “c’mon,” he rolled his eyes “I’ve asked a million times but I want to ask you seriously, I want to do the whole romantic gesture thing that takes your breath away you deserve better than me just asking in the moment” you boosted yourself up and sat across his lap so that you now sat taller than him. “The moments that you’re talking about are some of my favorites and just because it isn’t a big, all-out-there gesture doesn’t take away any of its meaning” your eyebrows furrowed, “it still doesn’t take away the fact that he’s four years old and we still aren’t married” “Shawn, there isn’t a time limit on this” you leaned down “I know that you and I are forever and that that little man of ours sleeping beside us is the best thing that we’ve ever done. I don’t need a ring or a certificate to tell me how you feel about me, okay?” you kissed him, putting your hand on his cheek “we’ll do it all in our own time but don’t go making yourself feel bad because you can’t be in two places at once” he looked down shaking his head before he looked back up at you with a hearty smile on his face “how, after all this time, are you still the only thing that can make me feel better when I’ve felt like shit?” you softened your posture and laid back down on his chest “because I’m your savior” you joked making you both softly chuckle in attempt to not wake your son. 

“Come on, we should go to bed” you slid yourself off his lap and watched as Shawn picked up your son and carried him to his bed. He leaned over and tucked him in with his stuffed monkey and turned on his star night light before stepping back and pulling you into his arms, giving you a small kiss on top of your head “he really is amazing” “we did a good job” you agreed before he turned you around, reaching out for your arms “c’mon let’s go to bed”

Fall For You (M) | 02

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,272
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-

Part 01. Part 03 + Drabbles

It wasn’t over.

After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.

No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

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I’m Here

Characters: Jim Kirk x Reader

Summary: @yourtropegirl asked for smut with the blue survival jacket, and i was happy to oblige.  Set during Beyond, Jim gets back from his fight with Krall to find you, his girlfriend (also a crew member on the enterprise), safe and sound. sexy times ensue after you decide to peel the jacket off of him ;)

A/N: wow this one got a tad angsty…it was just supposed to be smut. but you get angsty smuff.  also, this perfectly lined up with Jim’s birthday in the movie, so yay! birthday angsmuff! (why do i have to make everything an emotional crisis?)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, a smaaaaall captain kink. maybe.

Words: 2290

tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @jimtkirkisabitch @outside-the-government

(also i just realized the zipper is a little starfleet logo HOW CUTE)


You didn’t remember how long you’d been here, pacing in the lobby of the hotel that Starfleet had put you and the rest of the crew of the Enterprise in. You were still in your dirty and torn uniform, still covered in a thin layer of dirt, still incredibly sore and in need of a bath.  But you couldn’t relax until you knew if Jim was okay.  After the Franklin had crashed on Yorktown, you and the rest of the crew had been rushed out of the wreckage and put through a debriefing before being transported straight to this hotel.  You hadn’t even had a chance to see Jim before he was gone, chasing after Krall.  

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DUFF (CHAPTER 2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…

 Monday.

 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


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Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.

***

As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’

***

You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?

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5,674 miles northeast [josh dun]

Originally posted by 21pilotsgifs

warnings: Language, Insecurities, Fluff

word count:4601

note: ***I came up with this idea of the soulmate and their tattoos and such, so if you want to use this idea for any other writing or use then please ask for permission before doing so. This soulmate AU is where each soulmate has a tattoo on their wrist of a compass, the dial (hand) spins to point in the direction of your soulmate. Underneath the tattoo, it says how many miles away said soulmate is. Also, if I am being honest, I don’t like my writing in this imagine. I might end up taking it down and reposting it later because it kind of sucks.

italics = josh’s pov


    5,674 miles Northeast.  

    Five thousand, six hundred, seventy four miles away from your soulmate.

    The number was so recurring, every time you sat in your house, the numbers reappeared. The same numbers: 5,674. This led to you assuming that his house was 5,674 miles away from your house.

    You pondered the number as you stared blankly at the ink that permanently sat on the skin of your forearm. The image of a detailed compass was imbedded there, just staring back at you. However, it was not the beautifully designed compass that bothered you, it was the numbers and letters written underneath it that urked you.

    He was so far away.

    The one person that you longed for most in life, was almost six thousand miles away from you.

    The only things you knew about him were how far he was and what direction he was in.

    5,674 miles Northeast from your position.

    You didn’t even know his name.

    Wiping away a tear that had fallen, you stood from the tan plush couch cushions you had previously been sitting on, and walked towards the direction of your kitchen. Sighing when you pulled out a mug for a cup of coffee, you looked back down at the tattoo.

    You really needed him there. You needed his warmth and his company; you needed his comfort and his laughter. He was the only one you needed to pick you up when you were sad, and the only person you wanted to be with when you were excited and happy. Somewhere out there, he was waiting for you, probably wishing for the exact same things.

    Filling your mug to the brim with the warm brown coffee, you headed back to your living room where you picked up your bag. Tossing it over your shoulder, you headed out the door to your car, where you began driving to work.

    Josh sat in his house with Tyler by his side.

    They were going over ideas for an upcoming music video, but Josh just could not seem to focus. He was staring absentmindedly at his tattoo, tracing his index finger over the delicate spirals and lines.

    5,674 miles NorthEast.

    He was so far away from the one person he needed in life.

    Of course, Josh was happy. He had Tyler, his best friend; he had his mom and his family. They loved him and supported him with everything they had. He would never take that for granted because he knew the importance of family and friendship. Josh was getting everything he needed from them, just not from you - the one person he truly wanted those things from.

    Josh was shaken out of his thoughts when Tyler nudged his shoulder.

    “Hey, man,” Tyler spoke, his voice quiet as they were the only two people in the room, “What’s going on? You’ve been a bit distant lately.”

Josh shook his head and smiled softly at his best friend, dropping his arm to his lap.

“It’s nothing,” Josh managed, “Just something stupid.”

Tyler once again nudged Josh in the shoulder, smiling goofily, “Josh, nothing you have to say is stupid. You can tell me anything.”

Josh looked up at his greatest friend and genuinely smiled. The two had been friends for so long that they understood when something was wrong with the other, even if they denied it. Josh was so thankful to have Tyler in his life in such cases.

“It’s just that-” Josh cut himself off and raised his tattooed arm to his eyesight again, “I miss her. Is that weird? To miss someone that I’ve never met?”

Tyler chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, man. It happens, I used to miss Jenna before I met her. It’s just something that happens because you know that they are out there and not here.”

Josh nodded his head and went back to tracing the elegant designs on his forearm. He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what you looked like and what your personality was life. He often wondered about such simple things; like the color of your eyes or how tall you were. These were just small things that made him chuckle and smile fondly at the imprint engraved on himself.

Tyler looked at his friend and laughed softly, “You’ll meet her soon, buddy. Soon.”

Josh nodded before telling his friend that they should get back to work. Tyler nodded, and the two best friends went back to talking about ideas for a music video; this time, Josh contributed more to the conversation and gave ideas. All the while, he was wondering whether or not you would like what they were planning.

When you finally arrived at work, you were already exhausted.

You had driven through traffic because of an accident on the highway, and you had to take a longer route to your job because the same highway had to be shut down. Along the way, you had spilt your coffee onto yourself, the piping hot liquid soaking through your clothes and causing you to let out a few colorful curse words. The action had made you turn your car around and head home so that you could change your clothes to something that was not covered in coffee. Everything was just going wrong today.

Dropping into your seat and closing your eyes, you let out a tired huff.

From beside you, your friend chuckled at your behavior.

“Wow,” She laughed, “What’s got you all worked up?”

You sighed and opened your eyes, turning to face her smiling face. You let a smile of your own grace your face as you looked at your long time friend. You had met on your first day of work, immediately becoming friends.

“Just getting to work today was awful and I don’t have enough energy to even get started right now,” You groaned and threw your head back against your chair, “I had to take another route to work because the highway was closed and then I spilled coffee on myself and had to go home to change. Then I couldn’t find another outfit because everything was dirty and I keep looking at this stupid tattoo that keeps telling me that I’ll never meet my soulmate because he’s insanely far away.” You continued to ramble about the worst day of your life before your friend cut you off.

“Hey, babe,” She comforted, “You’ll meet him one day, you just have to be patient.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you thought about it. Yeah, you’d eventually meet him, but what if he did not like what he finally saw. What if he didn’t like your weight or your looks? After all, you were not that skinny and in your opinion you were not that pretty. What if he doesn’t like your personality? What if he hates the things you like?

Endless ‘what if’ questions ran through your head and you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers and letting tears fall onto the black ink engraved on your arm.

You friend frowned sadly as she watched you, and then she stood and approached your saddened frame. She nudged you as a sign to scoot over and you complied, giving her a spot to sit next to you. She grabbed your shoulders and guided you into her body, letting you cry into her shoulder.

Gently shushing you, she pulled you back so she could question why you were so sad, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and wiped tears off of your face, trying to cover the red blotchy eyes that had come with the tears.

“I’m just worried,” You whimpered, “I’m scared that he won’t love me”

Your friends face fell and she tilted her head with a look of sympathy and understanding, “Oh honey.”

You looked back at her, not wanting her pity, but continued nonetheless, “I just feel like when he meets me, he won’t like what he sees. Like, he won’t like that I’m not as skinny as other girls, and that I don’t wear makeup like them. I’m not pretty or smart and I just feel like he won’t like it.”

Your friend pulled you back into her arms and rubbed her arms along your back, murmuring comforting words to you before she pulled you back once again.

“Those things don’t matter; whether you are smart, skinny, tall, short, or whatever. He’s going to love you no matter what; no matter the circumstance, no matter what you look or act like, no matter what things you’ve been through. That’s why he’s your soulmate. This man was made specifically for you; he was made to love you and only you. He is going to love you until the end of time, no matter what happens. Even if you don’t like what you see in the mirror, it doesn’t matter because he will,” She rambles.

By the time she finishes her speech, you are in tears again; the words moving you so much that you sob into her shoulder once more.

Your friend just chuckles, knowing that you realized her words were true. She rubs circles into your back and tells you to get back to work with a reassuring smile. You comply and push her out of your chair, laughing when she stumbles to the floor. She gets back up, laughing, and shoved you back. Both of you let out squeals before returning to your work.

Hours later, at your lunch break, your friend sits by your side once again.

All of the sudden, her head shoots up and she looks at you with glee in her eyes, “Oh my gosh! I almost forgot to tell you!”

You laugh at her squeals before asking what she was talking about.

She looked at you with a glint in her eye before opening her mouth to explain, “Well, you know how your favorite band Twenty One Pilots is coming into town for a concert in two days?”

You nod and then sigh, “Yeah, but I’m too poor to afford any tickets.”

Said friend began to smirk at your reply which caused you to look at her as if he was insane, “What’s wrong with your face?” You laugh.

She laughed before beginning to speak, “Well, I just so happened to get a bonus at work last week and may have bought two tickets to see said band.”

Your jaw drops.

“No way,” You speak, shock and amazement evident in your voice.

Your friend giggles, “Yes way!”

You laugh excitedly before leaping out of your seat and running towards her. She laughs along with you as you grasp her into a tight hug, feeling ecstatic for once in your life.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You ramble to your best friend as you dance around the room, the both of you laughing and crying because you finally get to see your favorite band live in a few days.

A few hours later, you arrive home and collapse onto your bed with a huge, giddy smile on your face. You reach a hand up, once again beginning to trace the tattoo on your arm.

Then you notice something.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at your tattoo and notice that the number had dropped.

4,245 miles.

And the number was dropping quickly.

Twenty minutes: 3,981.

An hour: 2,432.

Wherever he was, he must have been on a plane.

You gasp in happiness. He was heading in your direction.

He was heading to you.

You collapsed into your bed with the same smile on your face, but this time it was ten times wider.

Josh Dun was ecstatic.

He might have the chance to meet his soulmate.

He was heading on tour, flying to their next stop when he noticed the numbers on his arm were changing. They were dropping quickly, meaning that he was getting closer to you.

His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to shake Tyler. Josh was so happy that he almost woke bystanders on the plane when he spoke to his best friend.

Tyler shot up when Josh nudged him before sending him a questioning look to him when he noticed nothing was wrong.

“Look!” Josh nearly shouted, “The numbers! They’re going down!”He turned his forearm to the side so that Tyler could read the numbers on the side: 2,432 miles.

Tyler smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder, “Congrats, buddy.”

Josh smiled giddily and looked at the screen in front of him. The plane had installed television screens to the back of each seat so that people could watch movies and monitor their flight path. He leaned forward to click the screens ‘Your Flight’ button. He watched with nerves in his stomach as it loaded the flight pattern.

When it finally loaded, he looked closely at the little plane illustration that would tell him how far their destination was from where they were currently.

His heart thudded wildly and his stomach was lurching as he searched the screen for the number that would tell him how close he was going to be to his soulmate.

When his eyes caught sight of the number, he almost passed out; his heart leaping out of his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up so high that you would have thought Josh was on drugs.

Tyler looked at his friend with surprise on his face and moved so that he could see the screen that Josh had moved away from.

Tyler smiled in happiness when he read the number.

2,400.

Two days later, you were sitting on your couch next to your friend.

Both of you were hanging out before you had to get ready for the concert that night. While sitting on the couch, you were both marveling at the tattoo on your arm. 32 miles. He was in the same town that you were in right now.  

You had been tempted to go out and find him, but your friend had convinced you to wait until after the concert because she was afraid that once you found him, you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

In an hour, the both of you were about to leave for the concert; you had taken a shower and changed into a pair of black jeans, a twenty one pilots shirt, and you old, worn converse.

When your friend had approved your outfit after making you spin a few times, you were ready to leave. Both of you entered her black Jeep Wrangler, you sitting in the passenger seat and your friend in the driver’s seat.

While driving to the stadium, you noticed that the numbers continued to drop, so you turned to face your friend, “Hey, so how far is the auditorium we are going to?” You questioned her with a spark behind your eyes.

She looked at you with confusion swirling in her own eyes before answering your question, “I don’t know, maybe thirty miles?”

You grinned madly at the words, “Really?”

She once again looked confused before realizing what you were thinking, “Oh my gosh, no way!”

You laughed at her and nodded your head, “He’s going to be there.”

Your soulmate was going to be at the concert.

He was going to be within your reach.

The numbers on your wrist were going to dwindle down to zero.

You laughed as tears filled your eyes, and you thought about what he might look like. Was he tall? Short? Was he blonde or brunette? What was his personality like? Was he kind and sweet or was he stubborn and strong? You desperately hoped it was a mix between the two.

Finally reaching the stadium, you looked down at your wrist to see the numbers imprinted there - no, number.

One.

One mile.

You were one mile from your soulmate and he was one mile from you.

A brilliant smile graced your face and you violently tapped your friend’s shoulder. She spun around quickly, ready to yell at the person who would not leave her alone, but stopped when she noticed it was you. Instead of screaming, she just pushed you back and questioned what was wrong.

You excitedly showed her your arm and the both of you squealed in utter joy.

“I’m going to meet him!” You cried, “I’m actually going to meet him!”

Your friend, who had already found her soulmate, was congratulating you, hugging you to her and giggling about how she would not see you as much because you would be with him. Of course, she did not mind because she knew what it was like to have a soulmate in her life.

Hours later, after the concert had started, you were in general admission, having the time of your life. Jumping around to Polarize and Heavydirtysoul, made you completely forget about the ink engraved on your skin. Instead, you jumped around and sang your heart out as your favorite band played right before your eyes.

When the last song finally finished, Tyler yelled out into his mic words about how fun the concert had been and how he wished they could have stayed longer. You and your friend sighed as the two left the stage, leaving you and the rest of the audience to filter out.

When you reached the car, you still had not remembered the tattoo; only when you finally reached your house, did you look down to your wrist and then scream in frustration. You had not realized that you had forgotten about it, and now you would not get that same chance again.

Sighing and letting tears soak your shirt, you layed back onto your bed and punched the pillow. It was not the best way to filter your anger, but at the moment, you could not think of a better way.

When you finally wore yourself out, you collapsed onto your bed and closed your eyes.

That night, you dreamt of him. You dreamt of him holding you in his strong arms and whispering how much he loved you.

It was the best nights sleep you had gotten in awhile.

It was minutes before the concert was to begin, and Josh was nervous. He always got a few pre-show jitters, and they were just starting to hit.

He bounced his leg up and down as he sat on a couch backstage. Tyler sat next to him, enveloped in his phone; he was probably texting Jenna.

Josh, who was feeling more nervous then he usually did, reached down and began rubbing the tattoo on his forearm. It was a habit he had picked up when he was nervous. Rubbing the tattoo made his think that you were there with him, helping him with his nerves.

Tyler looked up from his phone at his friend, watching how her played with the ink on his arm, as he often did. The singer laughed and nudged his friend, “You’ll be fine, Josh. These people love you.”
    Josh looked up at Tyler, not stopping his motions, and then he replied, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous all of the sudden. Usually I get a few nerves before shows, but they usually are not this bad.”

Tyler sighed and looked to his friend, trying to decide what he should do to help.

That’s when he noticed it.

The bold faced number sitting on Josh’s arm.

The number one.

Tyler immediately grabbed Josh’s wrists to take a closer look at that ink, trying to see if he had seen it wrong. Josh shrugged away, surprised at the sudden movement. Tyler had grabbed Josh’s arm and trapped it between his hands, looming over it like a lion did to his prey.

Josh laughed, “What the fuck is going on?”
    Tyler looked shocked as he looked up at his best friend, raising Josh’s wrist to his face, “I think I know why you’re so nervous.”
    Josh took one look at his wrist with a sigh, not wanting to see the numbers again.

But then he faltered.

The number was so small yet meant so much.

She was one mile, maybe even less, away from him. He could finally wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he needed and missed her. Josh leaped to his feet and looked closer at his arm.

“Holy shit!” He yelled out, “Holy fucking shit!”
    Tyler stood up next, embracing Josh like a brother would.
    “Congrats, man! You finally get to meet her!” Tyler spoke, “She’s probably at the concert.”
    Josh did not say anything, simply stared at his forearm in wonder. So many thoughts were running through his head about how this moment would go. Josh knew that when he saw you he would know that you were his soulmate. For some odd reason, Josh just knew that he would know.

A security guard stepped forward, putting his body in front of the pair. He told them that the show was starting and they had to get on stage.

Josh sighed and turned to Tyler, who had told him they would look for her after.

The red-haired man smiled and agreed, wanting nothing more than to see you for himself.

During the concert, Josh managed to forget about you for a few moments, and instead focused on drumming. It was his passion; his greatest skill. Josh loved drumming so much, and he was so lucky that he got to play them beside his friend.

After the concert had ended, Josh immediately ran backstage to change. He threw on a shirt and changed his sweaty shorts into jeans before he took off towards his car. Tyler followed closely behind, shouting at Josh to get in the passenger seat to tell him where to go.

His wrist read, TWO MILES SOUTHEAST.

Tyler started the car without a second thought and began driving the exact direction the compass had told him.

Seconds later, Josh had arrived at the spot. However, the numbers kept changing. It increased to a number one, then two. It occurred to him that she must have been in a car.

Josh hollered at Tyler to keep driving, so Tyler did.

They followed his wrist compass, as crazy as it sounded, until they reached a quieter neighborhood. The number hit zero when Tyler pulled up next to a gas station.

Josh stared at his wrist in wonder.

It said zero.

His soulmate must have been right in front of him.

Unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing open the car door, he ran towards the only other car in the parking lot of the gas station.

Seconds before he reached it, the passenger side door opened, and the most beautiful girl Josh had ever seen stepped out. She looked down at her wrist frantically, before she looked up and moved around, looking as if she were searching for something. It then hit Josh; that was his soulmate.

The girl with the beautifully, silken hair and glowing eyes. She moved with such grace and beauty that Josh wanted to melt. He stood frozen as he watched her, until she looked up at him.

She froze.

Then she looked down at her tattoo once, as did Josh, and then they were running towards each other. It was as if they both just knew.

Josh took off, his feet carrying him faster than he ever had before. He was panting, tears already beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you take off towards him. Josh opened up his arms just as you reached him, letting your body crash into him. He lifted your body off the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist. Josh let out a small cry of happiness and he buried one of his hands in your hair. The other one supported your butt, so that you did not fall. One of your hands ran frantically through his hair, and the other squeezed his shoulder. Josh then felt tears leak onto his shoulder, and he pulled your face away so that he could look at you better.

His breath was taken away.

You were so beautiful.

Josh let out a happy sob and pressed his forehead to yours. Still letting out small cries of your own, you pulled his wrist up to your face so that you could compare tattoos.

They were exactly the same.

You cried out in joy and buried your face back in his neck. Josh chuckled and buried his own face into your hair. He let tears fall from his eyes as he clutched you tightly to his body before he spoke, “You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you.”

When you replied in a voice that sounded cherubic, Josh melted, “I guess I could say the same.”

Josh laughed and he set you back onto your feet so that he could connect his lips to yours.

It may have seemed unrealistic to anyone watching them; two strangers meeting and kissing for the first time. However, it was not weird to the two people kissing. They had finally found that one person that suited them, and they were ecstatic.

Josh clutched you close to him as he let his lips freely claim yours. He tilted his head to the side so that he could have a better angle when he kissed you, and you complied, tilting yours in the opposite direction. Your lips were soft and tasted sweet, like strawberries and chocolate. Josh sighs happily, and let his tongue slip into your mouth. You moved one of your hands up to bury itself in his hair and he let out a small moan.

When Josh finally managed to pull himself away, he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Joshua Dun.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, introducing yourself, finishing the statement with, ‘I can’t believe my soulmate is Joshua fucking Dun.”

Josh had giggled at the remark before getting a bit more serious, “So, 5,674 miles.”

You sighed and let out a ‘yeah.’

A lightbulb went off his Josh’s head and he spoke to you with absolute joy in his voice, “How about we reduce that number to zero? Go on tour with me.”

  You looked up at him with a confused yet excited look in your eyes, not believing that you’re soulmate was Josh Dun, and he just invited you on tour with him.

Letting a few more tears slip from your eyes, you connected your lips once more before you pulled away and spoke, “Yes.”
 

Protectorate

“You were supposed to be dead.”

The boy cast him a sardonic little smile at that, eyes glittering like sapphires. “You sound disappointed.”

“No.” Laurent was anything but disappointed, watching that tiny, beautiful boy float around the room, a dandelion seed caught in the wind. “Just…” Laurent was at a loss for words, turning in the chair at his desk, watching, watching.

The spirit, the apparition, the undead boy before him smirked, mocking and too familiar, even in the unfamiliar territory of Laurent’s shared bedroom in the Akielon palace. “Cat got your tongue?” Even his voice was perfect, an exact match to the boy who simply couldn’t be alive.

“You could say that.”

The boy’s eyes, blue as anything, rolled. “You really thought I was dead, didn’t you?”

“I did.” It hurt to admit it.

“That was just some local boy’s head, did you know?” Nicaise sounded almost proud, throwing himself down on the massive bed. The silk sheets, a bright, lovely blue, suited him far better than the dirty white chiton he wore. His feet were blistered and bare, his pretty hands calloused, his nails ragged. Laurent cursed himself for being unable to protect him. “The soldiers figured by the time they found you, his head would look enough like mine to get their point across.”

“And where were you?” A bit unsteady, Laurent stood, moving to stand beside the bed, eyes downcast, and Nicaise met his gaze, blue on blue, arrogant. Just like old times. “Did you run off?”

“Of course I did.” Nicaise shifted a bit when Laurent sat beside him, and he placed his hands on his stomach. Laurent tried not to stare at them, at the callouses and the dirt beneath his nails. It was unfitting. “You didn’t really believe some stupid old man could outsmart me, did you?”

For a long moment, Laurent was silent. Then, carefully he said, “You know he’s gone now, don’t you? He’s dead.”

“I know.” Nicaise sounded pleased, his pretty mouth quirking up at one side, though there was something almost regretful in his eyes. “I saw his head on a pike when I entered the city.”

“He’s not going to hurt you anymore.”

Though he nodded, Nicaise said nothing. He did nothing to fight when Laurent’s hand came to rest against his hair, carding through chestnut curls. They were greasy, in need of washing and cutting. Laurent would see it done.

“I’m going to protect you, Nicaise.”

Nicaise’s eyes, bluer than the summer sky outside, rolled again. “I don’t need you to protect me.” There was something choked in his voice, his eyes wide and wet and focusing on anything that wasn’t Laurent.

Laurent fought back a smile. “I know.” It was mostly true. Nicaise was tough. He could take care of himself. He’d made it all the way from Arles to Ios on his own. He’d carved a niche for himself at a royal’s side in a knife-studded court despite his youth. He was a survivor. “But I’m going to protect you just the same.”

MC gets killed by Rika

Very interesting request and I was super excited to write it! Hope you enjoy! :3

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Rika and her usual bullshit + consequences
Categories: Angst-y
Relationships: MC x Saeran
Word count: 1976


When he’d first met you, he’d introduced himself as Ray. Ray, the bubbly, kind and almost ditsy personality Rika had crafted for him. He always had to be Ray, because Ray was good. Ray way useful. Saeran was bad. Saeran was useless. A mantra his saviour had drilled into him from day one.

Whenever something bad happened, Saeran was the one to blame. Ray would never do such a thing, Rika told him. So it was always Saeran who got called upon when punishment was in order. Saeran who got tortured. Saeran who grew to resent Ray and everything good.

Then you came along. Of course you loved Ray, with his silly flowers and his constant need for affection and attention. When Saeran was woken he couldn’t help but laugh about it. His constant whining merely struck a cord with your mother instincts nothing more.

But Ray lived in the illusion of thinking you genuinely loved him. As a man, no less. For that he’d actually have to be a man for once, instead of pampering you and worshipping the ground you walked on like an obsessed child. A man who knew how to follow orders!

After that, Ray took over for a much longer time than usual. Normally Saeran was more dominant, fought his way to the top of the conscious, but now he seemed dormant. Rika couldn’t understand why Saeran, her loyal servant, wasn’t returning until she met you and things became clear.

You were just like V, a bright light that knew no darkness. You shone like the sun, repelling all darkness around you and cleansing Saeran of the darkness she’d planted and grown within him. You were destroying him piece by piece.

Ray had stopped taking the Elixir, making it close to impossible to control him, let alone call upon Saeran. Instead he seemed peaceful within himself, no troubled thoughts creating turmoil and pain anymore. He was reverting to his old self and Rika couldn’t let that happen.

She tried to separate you, buried Ray in work in hopes of breaking him to reveal Saeran once again. Even chin deep in work, however, Ray remained positive. One message from you and all the tension seemed to dissolve, leaving an even more motivated and steadfast Ray.

Rika tried to seduce you, tried to pry on your insecurities and fears in order to find or even create darkness with in you, but there was nothing to find. She was wrong in assuming you were like V. You were much brighter and much more dangerous, because you weren’t even aware.

Then the RFA became more involved, Saeyoung stepping back into Ray’s life in ways the younger twin hadn’t expected. His brother wasn’t as evil as Rika had told him. He even praised him for being such a fabulous hacker and you seemed to be fond of him as well.

Ray began to question. From all the logs he read, the RFA didn’t seem bad. Everyone seemed happy, even you. Ray became scared he would lose you to the RFA, that you’d leave him behind, but then you offered him to come join them as well and to Ray’s surprise, everyone welcomed him.

The moment Rika read those words, her world burnt red. She cut Ray off the chat entirely and gave him so much work she was sure he wouldn’t have the time to contact you which would eventually lead to him breaking apart and Saeran returning. Or so she’d hoped.

Apparently it was too late for Ray, however. He’d been consumed by your light. So much so that his work began to waver and the mere thought of you and being reunited with you made him strong. Ray had become useless, which meant it wads time to destroy that part of Saeran completely.

She called upon you, first you and then Ray. When he entered the great hall and laid eyes upon you, Ray’s entire face lit up and Rika could tell you were just as happy. Both of you gravitated towards one another, wanting nothing more than to touch once more.

Rika stopped both of you in your tracks. Ray, with a flick of her hand, two guards holding him back. You, she held back herself, wrapping her arms gently around your slender frame tenderly. Much like the snake had done to Eve. 

Ray should have been happy to see the two of you together, but he froze where he was being held in place, his heart dropping and his face betraying his worry. It was a confirmation of Rika’s greatest fear, that Ray was betraying her and leaving her for you.

That was fine though, after tonight, Ray would be gone anyway and Saeran would finally return. Rika would make sure of it. A third guard appeared, holding a little vial shimmering with a bright mint coloured liquid. Ray barely had time to protest before the liquid was forced down his throat.

Rika waited, a twisted smile on her lips. Once Saeran awoke you’d be disgusted by him, repulsed by the darkness Ray had hidden within himself. His real self. She was still convinced that Ray was merely an illusion Saeran had created to suppress his darkness.

But Rika had been feeding and harvesting it, making it grow and now it seemed like it was finally ready to take over and swallow everything bright that still remained completely. Minutes passed, however, and Ray remained. He didn’t die, instead begging to be let go so he could be with you.

“Please, it burns”, he cried, skinny frame shaking almost violently. “I don’t want it anymore, saviour. Please, I’ve been good. Let me go. Let me go so I can be with her, touch her. Just one more time and I’ll return to work. Please, saviour. Please.”

Rika felt her blood boil, nails digging into your skin in anger. You hissed at the pain, alarming Ray who looked up where he was kneeling on the floor after collapsing from the pain the elixir was putting him through. His eyes widened. “Don’t!”

But it was too late, for you and for Ray. Rika got out the tiny dagger she’d hidden under her dress and it one swift motion cut your throat before dropping your lifeless body to the floor like a sack of dirt. She took a step back, making sure that the spreading puddle of blood didn’t touch her.

Ray sagged together like he’d been killed along with you, head hanging low ad hidden in his hands as he screamed and cried in agony. It was only a matter of seconds now, Rika noted with an ever growing grin, that Ray would be swallowed up by Saeran.

Saeran who’d always been the stronger one. Saeran who’d endured loss, pain and torture. Saeran who’d accepted the darkness that he carried with in, welcomed it like Rika had taught him to and used it however she wanted to. The Saeran she’d created.

However when Saeran lifted his head from his hands, his mint eyes were gleaming with a darkness Rika hadn’t anticipated; pure, uncontrollable rage. And it was directed solely at her. Ray was destroyed, but what Rika hadn’t anticipated was for Saeran to fall in love with you as well.

His entire life Saeran had been sickish and weak, but not in that moment. His movements were strong and so quick one had actually problems catching them. One moment he was withering on the floor in pain and the next he knocked two guards twice his size on the floor.

Rika called for help, turning on her heel to run, but Saeran was faster. He caught up to her in seconds, ripped the knife from her hand and held it to her throat. She didn’t doubt for a second that Saeran would hesitate to slaughter her right then and there.

“My my, Saeran, is that a way to treat your savoiur”, she asked, his arm tightly wrapped around her from behind without a chance for her to free herself. The guards arrived but stopped in their tracks when they saw what situation Rika was in. If they moved, she was dead. That much was sure.

“Shut the fuck up, Rika”, Saeran spat into her ear. “You’re not my saviour, she was. And you killed her. To punish me! An innocent, sweet girl who came here to test a fucking game is dead and it’s all because of you. So now, I’m going to punish you for misbehaving like you did with me.”

Saeran’s first instinct was to kill her like she’d killed you, but that would have been an almost merciful act. Rika was so void of anything remotely human, killing her would almost equal doing her a favour. No, Saeran had something far more sinister in mind.

What he had to do, was take every last thing that kept her alive from her like she’d done to him. You’d warmed his cold hard, shone bright on the darkness within it and banned it away to reveal the good, but Rika had killed you to get her evil servant and evil she would get.

He walked her out of Mint Eye, at first with the knife to her throat but once they were far enough he buried his hands in her perfect, blonde hair and dragged her out of the castle by it. She stumbled and fell, he could tell it all hurt, but he didn’t care much like she hadn’t cared for his pain.

“I knew you’d betray me eventually”, Saeran explained as he continued their way down the mountain. “You never cared for any of us. You only cared for making yourself feel better about being a crazy, psychotic bitch by convincing other people they are as bad as you. As dirty and dark.”

Rika didn’t reply, holding onto her hair to minimize the pain. She didn’t have to speak though, her dirtied face warped with disgust and anger showed exactly what she was thinking and feeling. Saeran laughed, couldn’t help himself.

“You’re not even trying to deny it. Well, at least you’re honest now. After everything you lied to me about, that’s a really nice change”, Saeran said almost cheerfully. “Of course I’m still going to punish you, that doesn’t change. But at least that’ll go down with a nice BANG!”

They eventually reached the destination and Saeran stopped, turning towards were the castle was standing in the distance. He tugged Rika up, not caring for her hissing in pain. He gripped her face forcefully and turned it so she could look at the cult she’d created.

“Look at it. Look at that magnificent castle you built. Paradise, you called it. Filled with mindless idiots and broken people you promised you’d fix and instead pried on. Your life’s work. The only thing you felt sincere pride and love for. Look at it, Rika! Look at it…and say goodbye.”

With a press of his finger, the entire castle blew up in front of their eyes. The explosion was so massive even where they were standing a long way from it the tree’s swayed and the heat could be felt lightly tickling at their faces. Mint Eye was gone.

“Watch it burn, Rika”, he said, finally letting go of her. She sagged to the floor, crying and screaming in agony much like Saeran had done many times over. “Everything you ever cared for, everything that ever meant anything to you is gone. You’re all alone in this world. Forever.”

Hadn’t Ray been destroyed by her, Saeran would have probably felt pity for that puny, pathetic mess that was left of his once glorious saviour. As it was, he felt nothing but sick satisfaction at having broken even the last piece of her twisted soul.

“Rot in the hell you created for yourself, saviour.”

EXO’s Reaction to You Having a Dirty Mind

Xiumin:

Needless to say, Xiumin wouldn’t be particularly impressed with your perverted statement. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t bother to hide his chuckles at your words. “What..what the hell is wrong with you?” he’d laugh, shaking his head at you. Later on you’d catch him repeating the phrase to himself, an amused smile on his face.

Chen:

Chen would literally snort when you said the punchline of your dirty joke. “WHAT.” He’d look at you with round eyes, his mouth open slightly in a wide grin. “Did you just?” Going into a state of slight shock, Chen would ask you to repeat the joke, shaking his head and giggling when you resaid the punchline.

Baekhyun:

All for perverted thoughts, Baek would be overjoyed when you let slide a rather scandalous comment. His eyebrows would shoot up, and a sly smirk would cross his face. “Can you repeat that?” he’d ask, his smirk widening when you said the exact same thing, unashamed about your boldness.

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol would almost go catatonic when you said what perverted thoughts were on your mind. His mouth would open and his jaw would hang for several minutes as his life flashed before his eyes. You’d giggle at his response, and he’d finally snap out of it, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks as he finally registered when you had said.

Lay:

Though seemingly innocent, Lay would chuckle at your adult joke, shaking his head slightly. “I can’t believe you just said that,” he’d giggle, kissing your cheek and shaking his head yet again. For the rest of the day you’d catch him laughing to himself as he thought about your sudden bout of pervertedness.

D.O:

As soon as the last word of your dirty question passed out of your lips, D.O’s entire face would explode into a red hue. He wouldn’t be able to respond, smiling down at the floor as he fought to control the giggles threatening to escape. “You..you have to warn me next time,” he’d mumble, avoiding your eyes.

Suho:

Suho’s false reality of you being innocent would shatter as you told him your R-rated story. Speechless, he’d stare at you, his face blank and unreadable. After a few minutes of painfully awkward silence, he’d just shake his head. You’d notice, however, that a small smile was playing at the corner of his lips.

Kai:

A big fan of immaturity, Kai would absolutely love your perverted jokes. “W-Wait! Tell another one!” he’d laugh, clapping like a seal as he fought to regain his breath. He couldn’t get enough of your dirty side, and he’d enjoy sharing perverted jokes and riddles with you on the regular.

Sehun:

Initially kind of put off by your sudden change in persona, Sehun wouldn’t be able to help giggling as he thought more about your adult jokes.  He’d never admit to liking them, but would always listen intently when you had something perverted to share with him, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks as he listened.

BTS REACTS TO: Their s/o randomly asking for sex

Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o suddenly asking if they could have sex? Like they’re just casually watching a movie, or they’re both on their phone doing whatever, and their s/o randomly turns to them and say they want to fuck

LOLOLOLOLOL same. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

You were laying in bed with Jin while he looked over the results of a recent photoshoot. You, on the other hand, was ttrying you best to focus on paper you had to write and turn in to your professor come the next three days. You’ve been wracking your brain for this essay, and truthfully a break was long overdue. You took your eyes off the laptop for a while, stealing a glance at Jin with his brows furrowed in deep concentration. You licked your lips, can’t helping yourself from savoring the image before you. You always had a thing for how intense his facial expression became when deep in thought. You slam the laptop shut and leaned closer to him, calling his name;

“Jin…”

“Hmm?”

“Give me a bit of your time, will you?”

“What?”

“Lets fuck.”

*looks at you honestly shook*

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Yoongi

You usually sat in the corner of his office while he busied himself with writing lyrics and producing tracks. You curled up in corner with the blanket over your head while Yoongi sat on his swivel chair, scribbling down whatever while he played his Spotify music on shuffle. As if the look of him wasn’t enough, the last few songs that played aloud were exceptionally sensual. If anything, the sexual tension building was one-sided – solely thriving through you. You clear your throat to catch his attention, and Yoongi raised a brow in response, side eying you. You get up from the corner and made your way towards him, telling him exactly what was on your mind. He at first was completely thrown off by your boldness, but after thinking it over, he licked his lips, following a smirk, turned his body completely to you and got to work.

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

Hoseok

Fresh out the shower from what felt like years of dance practice, Hobi walked out into the kitchen where you were with only a towel on wrapped around his waist. You opened the fridge knowing it was a bottle of water he wanted, but as you were handing it to him, you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel downward as your boyfriend practically lapped at the water. Hoseok caught you in the act, narrowing his eyes at you with a sly smile on his face. You make eye contact with him for a moment, the two of you creating tension in the silence.

“What are you thinking about, [y/n]?”

“Us.”

“Mmm?”

“We should fuck.”

Originally posted by laurenj-hope

Namjoon

He was so deep in his documentary, geeking out about space and shit – was it weird you found it hot? You could listen to Namjoon go on forever about whatever. It was no joke that intellect on a person can be sexy. Evidence sat beside you on the sofa now. You lick you lips, watching his as he spoke. It was probably obvious you hadn’t been listening anymore. Namjoon’s voice trailed off to silence. He stared at you confused as to why you were looking at him so intensely. You abruptly brought up sex and Namjoon was hardly hesitant. In fact, a smug smile appeared on his face before he turned off the T.V. and climbed on top of you.

Originally posted by joonie-bts

Jimin

The two of you had been watching a recording of his latest live performance. Jimin was seeking constructive criticism, but you were far too distract by his thrusting on the stage to focus on something like that. It almost felt like he was doing this on purpose. It took a while of dirty thoughts and Jimin pointing himself out – as if you weren’t fixated on him enough – for you to finally close the laptop on the two of you and turning to him, unexpectedly and shamelessly asking him to take you right there. Jimin was wide-eyed for a while before bursting into laughter and doing exactly as you wished.

Originally posted by btsjojo

Taehyung

Nights with Tae was – contrary to popular belief – quite tame. He laid on his back, and you rested your head on his chest, the two of you watching a K-Drama on his iPad. A couple episodes in, you weren’t paying as much attention to the show as you had been earlier. You had slipped your hand under Tae’s shirt, trailing your hand up and down his stomach. He didn’t pay it any mind, but you were very into the feeling of his skin on your fingertips. You looked up at Taehyung, staring at him for a while before he looked down at you, doing the same. 

“What is it?”

“Can we do something else?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Fuck…?”

Originally posted by helendrv

Jungkook

He’s been away for a really long time. During his time away, sexual frustration was a serious problem that always got worse whenever he was gone for long periods of time. Finally having him home was more than exciting. So much so, you couldn’t help but get a little impatient. You parked the car in the parking lot building attached to your apartment complex, and turned to Jungkook suddenly. He was reaching for the door handle to get out but realized you weren’t doing the same. He’d turn back to look at you, to find you staring at him with a look in your eyes – he knew exactly what the look meant but he still had his doubts. It wasn’t until you asked to have sex in the car that he had shown any form of life. A nervous smile of sheer disbelief showed on his face as he looked around to check if anyone else was nearby.

“Here, jagi?”

“We… I mean the…? The apartment building is right there…?”

“Can’t you wait?”

Originally posted by jamless-vibes

He had only been home two days. Two days and he was already back to his usual ways. Leaving the toilet seat up, not loading or emptying the dishwasher, his dirty socks were still on the bedroom floor where he left them the night before. However, all of these things that would usually have you going through the roof were completely overlooked. He was finally home with you and that’s all that mattered. His little quirks.. well, you’d work on them over the week.


—-


He hadn’t been in bed when you woke up so you knew the timezones were messing with him. You get out of bed, rubbing at your eyes as you try to focus in the dimly lit room. The only noise filling the house is the sound of your feet padding against the floor as you make your way downstairs. You stop when you see him, sitting on the sofa with his journal in hand. He’s always been like this. When he can’t sleep and he doesn’t want to wake you, he turns to his journal for some company.


“It’s a bit late, H, don’t ya think” you say, chuckling when he jumps slightly.


The smile that takes over his face at the sight of you makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.


“Stupid timezones have me wide awake, pet” he mumbles as he moves his journal to the side, allowing you to take its place on his lap.


You rest your head against his shoulder, taking the time to breathe in his scent. He smells like Harry, your Harry. He smells like Home.


“Missed ya, love. Don’ like bein’ away from ya for so long” he mumbles as he presses light kisses to the top of your head.


You feel his arms tighten around you as you press a kiss to his neck and tell him that you missed him too, so very much and it fills you with such a sense of comfort and safety that you don’t think you’d feel anywhere else other than when you’re in his arms.


You don’t know what comes over the both of you then. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or the lack of intimacy and contact between you both while he’s been away. His lips attack your neck first, nipping and sucking on the skin as you let out a whimper.


“‘M gonna take care of ya, love. Promise ‘m gonna make ya feel good” he mumbles as he picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs.


He wastes no time in ridding you of your pyjamas, taking a few moments just to admire you as your cheeks redden under his stare. “So beautiful” he murmurs in your ear as his hands travel down your body, his lips finding yours once more.


It doesn’t take long before you’re begging him to please, give you what you want. He’s taken a liking to teasing you over the years, never really giving in until you’ve begged enough times.


“Wha’ did ya say, love? Don’ think I heard ya” he teases as you beg him once more to please just fill you.


“I-I need.. I need you, Harry please” you’d whine as his fingers played with your clit, causing you to buck your hips and gasp.


When he knows you can’t take it any longer, he rids himself of the rest of his clothes and positions himself at your entrance. You can feel the heat pooling at your centre just at the thought of finally having him, like this, after such a long time.


Your moans mix with his, filling the otherwise quiet room as he thrusts into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to move faster, just to fuck you harder.


“We’ve got so much time, love. Jus’ let me take care of ya” he whispers in your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.


The feeling of his skin against yours, him inside of you, his breath against your skin was all too much for your senses. He’d been gone for so long and now here he was, finally back with you again. Your nails dig into his back as he grabs hold of your hips.


“Missed ya so much, love. Cum fo’ me, come on love. Need to feel ya.. need to feel ya cum ‘cause of me” he breathes out as his thrusts become sloppy. You know that he’s close and that he won’t last much longer.


His fingers circle your clit and it’s enough to send you overboard. You scream out as your orgasm hits and he isn’t far behind you. He drops almost all of his body weight on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. He presses soft kisses to your chest, moving off you and turning you around to cuddle himself into you. You smile to yourself, just so content in the fact that he’s back home.


“Harry” you mumble, almost half asleep already.


“Yeah, love?” His reply is delayed and you know he’s falling asleep too.


“You’ve gotta pick up your dirty socks when you wake up.”


“For goodness sake, woman.”

Tales of Delicious Revenge from a Recovering Retail Worker

I discovered this sub a while ago and it has breathed new life into my withered soul. Today, it’s time that I return the favor.

These tales of petty revenge all took place over the three long years that I had the misfortune of working retail at a big-box store best known for its red bullseye logo and bitchy middle-class clientele. Enjoy.

ONE: THE TAG SWITCHER
I was working in the fitting room one night when this lady bustles in with 3000 different items of clothing that she wanted to try on. Unfortunately my store had just lifted the item limit for the fitting room, so I begrudgingly had to let her take everything back.

She proceeds to make a HUGE mess in the fitting room (leaving clothes inside-out all over the floor, tags ripped off of items, size stickers peeled off and slapped onto the wall… the whole nine yards).

After she leaves, I report the ripped off tags to Assets Protection (per fitting room policy) and, figuring that would be the extent of my revenge, I resigned to cleaning up the mess she left me.

Then I get a call from the manager. He wants me up at the registers to do back up. I had worked the registers before, but it was exceptionally rare for me to get pulled away from the fitting room to do backup. Still, I don’t protest and I head up to the register.

Guess who my first customer is? Yep, the mess-making bitch from the fitting room. The manager has directed her straight to me, and I can tell from the wide-eyed look of horror on her face that she realizes she has just been lead into a trap.

She slowly begins to plop her items onto the conveyerbelt and tries to make nervous small-talk. At first I assume she’s just feeling awkward about the mess that she left… but when I get a better look at her items, I immediately realize there’s something much fishier going on.

Her purchase consists entirely of women’s clothing, and I recognize most of the items as brand new stuff that has recently come in. Stuff that should cost full price. So when I see nearly every single item’s price tag covered with a bright red 70% off clearance sticker, I realize that something’s up. When I look down at the first item from her pile, my suspicions are confirmed: the item I’m holding in my hands is a woman’s Mossimo Black clothing item, but it has a bright blue Circo tag that belongs on infant boy clothes.

Busted! This bitch was switching tags on clothes to get a lower price! Not only that, but she was so brazen (or stupid) that she used tags from the wrong department!

I don’t make it immediately obvious that I’ve figured out her scheme. Instead, I think fast. From my experience in the fitting room, I know every item of clothing has a little white tag on the inside that has a nine-digit item code. So instead of scanning the items, I proceed to type in each and every item manually, using the ACTUAL numbers inside each garment.

The woman watches this all unfold with a nauseous look on her face, as item after item rings up at full price ($19 - $29, compared to the $2 or $4 price tags she had stuck on each item). As her total grows, so does the look of combined hatred and fear on her face.

Finally she stammers something about “coming back later” and runs off towards the exit. The Assets Protection guy watches her walk out, then comes over to me. He reveals that he had been watching this chick before she even went into the fitting room, but he didn’t have enough on camera to approach her. Since I was the only team member working that night who was familiar with the clothing / tags, the manager put me on the register to check her out.. literally!

TWO: THE PHONE SHOPPER
It’s the week before Christmas and the store is frantic. I’m manning the phones (which are ringing off the hook), and one night I get a call from Bitch Princess, who wants to know if we have any [insert name of whatever animatronic hatching robot dog toy every kid had to have that year].

Now the store’s holiday policy said we could confirm availability over the phone, but we weren’t supposed to put high-demand items (like the barking bird robot thing) on hold for a customer. Regardless, I was still un-jaded enough to like hooking people up (I’m still waiting on that lifetime of good retail karma to kick in…)

I let BP know that this highly-coveted toy has been flying off the shelves for weeks and I’m doubtful that we have any in stock, but I can happily check for her if she’s willing to go on a brief hold. She impatiently agrees to the hold, and I set the phone down.

After being slightly delayed by a customer that ambushed me on the sales floor, I miraculously find ONE of these stupid toys on the shelf. I grab it and head back to my post, excited to tell BP I just saved Christmas, but when I get back I find the phone ringing again. Recognizing the number on the caller ID display, I quickly deduce that Bitch Princess has hung up and is now calling back.

I barely get a chance to recite my scripted greeting before BP cuts me off, yelling that I put her on hold for “30 minutes” (more like 7), that she’s a customer and it’s my job to assist her, some nonsense about her having priority over the customers in the store, blah blah blah. I want to point out that literally NONE of what she’s saying is true, but I keep my lips sealed.

Instead, in a ridiculously pleasant voice, I say: “ma’am, thank you SO MUCH for your patience. I checked the sales floor and couldn’t find [stupid toy], but the computer is telling me that we might have one in the backroom. If you bear with me for another minute here, I can—”

She grumbled that yes, I could check the backroom, but I “better hurry” because she doesn’t have time for this. Smiling gleefully, I put the phone back on hold and proceed to return [stupid toy] to the spot where I found it on the sales floor. I then spend a nice chunk of time helping out ACTUAL customers in the store.

Eventually I remember that BP is still waiting on hold and I return to the phone. “Ma’am, good news… we do have ONE in stock,” I say. BP immediately barks at me to put it on hold, and a devious Grinch-like smile spreads across my face. “I’m so sorry ma’am, but we’re actually unable to put high-demand items on hold at this time. All I can do is confirm that it’s currently available on the sales floor…”

BP unleashes the wrath of a thousand fiery infernos and demands to speak to a manager. I oblige, transferring her to the closing manager (who confirmed the store policy, before promptly being hung up on).

I was pretty pleased with the turn of events, but the cherry on top came a short time later when BP actually shows up at the store, only to discover that the toy had already been purchased by another guest.

THREE: THE SHOE SNATCHER
It was nearly closing time, and I was tasked with “zoning” (or straightening up) the shoe department for the night. It was nearly impossible for me to get anything done, though, because this obnoxious woman kept making me drop everything to help her shop for shoes for her toddler.

The worst part was that the woman didn’t put anything back where she found it. Instead, she just leaves the shoe boxes strewn throughout the aisle (wtf). She finally leaves, and I drag myself over to the massive mess that she’s left behind.

As I’m returning all of the discarded shoe boxes to their rightful locations, I’m popping them open to make sure the correct shoes are inside. When I open one of the boxes, I discover a very sweet sight indeed: a dirty pair of toddler sneakers.

It’s a scam I’ve seen far too many times: someone swaps out a pair of new shoes with their old dirty shoes. Only this time, instead of getting away, I had caught the crook red-handed (or red-footed?)

I tucked the shoebox under my arm and quickly retraced the woman’s steps. Sure enough, I was able to find her in the grocery section. And sure enough, her toddler was sitting in the cart wearing a pair of brand new cartoon character sneakers.

I approached the mom with a giant shit-eating grin on my face and said: “I’m so glad I caught you! You almost left without these!” I held open the box with the dirty sneakers.

The woman had the nerve to pin the blame on her child, playing it off as if her kid had swapped the sneakers. Smh.  

BONUS: HERE’S ONE THAT’S SHORT & SWEET FOR THE ASS CLOWN IN THE COMMENTS WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT THIS BEING TL;DR  

Holiday shit always gets marked down to clearance the day after a holiday and people tend to get a little worked up about it. One time, this guy calls the store the day after Easter and asks how much the white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs had been discounted. I told him they were marked down 30% (the standard first mark down) and he’s not satisfied with that and hangs up. He proceeds to call back EVERY DAMN DAY to ask for the price, and every time he’s rude and weird about it. When they finally get marked down to 50%, I think he’ll bite… but nope. Still not cheap enough.

Finally at 90% he’s interested and asks me, over the phone, to take every single bag off the sales floor and put them on hold for him. I tell him no (goes against store policy to hold clearance), but since the candy is about to be defected (taken out of inventory), the manager tells me to just do it. So I wheel a cart over to the clearance aisle, and that’s when I hatch a plan.

There are two kinds of candy leftover in clearance: white chocolate Cadbury mini eggs, and white chocolate m&ms. For whatever reason, we have about 50 bags of each. Feeling a spirit of pettiness overtake me, I fill the cart with the m&ms and push it to the front with a 24 hour hold ticket. I wasn’t there when the guy showed up the next morning, but I’d imagine he was pretty livid to discover the wrong candy on hold, and then to realize that the actual candy he wanted had been defected out.