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Push and Pull

Stiles aggressively refutes the idea of a supreme soulmate. There’s no possible way that there’s only one person destined to be your partner in life, to fill in the gaps completely. He toys with the idea that there may be multiple people of varying aptitudes that sew up bits and pieces of you, but to believe there’s “THE ONE” out there to make your soul tap dance to the song of your heart and make you feel like the world is finally conquerable? Nope.

Then he meets Derek Hale. Gruff, scruff, and a whole lot of huff and puff. 

It just solidifies Stiles’ thoughts against it because there’s no way that man, beautiful, insufferable asshole that he is, is alone because he is just so broken. If there’s anyone in need of soulmate superglue in any form, it’s him.

He mentally battles the universe, existential crises sneak up on him on idle days, sleepless nights fly by as he struggles with his thoughts. 

Stiles finds himself challenging Derek every step of the way, be it battle plans or what to watch on pack movie nights; Stiles is the push to Derek’s pull.

Stiles is observant, but dense in the same breath; he notes the patterns of their tentative friendship, but chalks it up to friendly bantering and a release of pent up tension from those who trespass through Beacon Hills. They’re masters of button pushing by now.

He could say with confidence that Derek might be a transient soulmate, at best, though his nights are now filled with the ‘what ifs’ of permanence, which are sidelined as quick as they come.

****

Six years down the line, Stiles reflects upon his experiences: loves attained and lost, friends come and gone; Derek the only constant. 

Lounging on the couch, feet propped up on Derek’s lap as he finishes typing up police reports he took home.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

Derek places his bookmark, lays it on the coffee table, mindlessly rubbing circles on Stiles’ ankles as he mulls the thought over.

“No,” he firmly states as he turns his gaze to Stiles.

“But I believe in a soulmate,” He smirks as he leans over and softly kisses Stiles’ forehead, cheekbones, nose and finally sealing the affirmation on his lips.

Stiles chuckles, feet kicking Derek’s thigh, “You’re such a sap.”

“Mmm,” Derek murmurs, “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“Lies. I’d have you in every way.” 

Stiles waggles his eyebrows, smirking as he grabs the back of Derek’s neck and pulls him in for a fevered kiss. Saying all he can’t say, could never put into thoughts or words, with the press of their lips. A kiss that says, ‘You are my one and only.’

Why the Signs Are Great

Aries: They’re exciting and funny, and they bring the life to any party. People are always inviting them places because they love their fun energy. 

Taurus: They’re someone that can be depended on. They’re organized and reliable, and for people who feel their lives are just a mess, that’s very comforting. 

Gemini: They will always be real with you. They don’t sugar coat things, and even though that sometimes hurts, not everyone will be that honest. 

Cancer: They’re loyal to their friends, and they really care for them. They truly want their friends to be happy, and they’re always giving advice or a helping hand. 

Leo: Their enthusiasm and big ideas are a beacon of hope for some. They’re strong, magnetic leaders, and people believe good things will come if they follow them.  

Virgo: They’re trustworthy. People know they’ll always be honest, and they find their opinions and their word to be reliable, so they seek them out in times of confusion.

Libra: They’re so understanding. They don’t judge, and they make people feel special, important. They won’t be combative or put them down. 

Scorpio: They’re insightful and intuitive. People always want to know what they’re thinking because they have a unique understanding of human nature and others’ motivations.

Sagittarius: They’re optimistic and always there to help out should something go wrong. They’re honest about the situation, but always know how to put a positive spin on things. 

Capricorn: They’re forceful and decisive. People know that they can be trusted to get the job done, and get it done well. They’re always rational and logical, even when everyone else is freaking out.

Aquarius: They’re eccentric and progressive. They’re always coming up with new ideas, and people love how honest, open, and clever they are.

Pisces: They give people their undivided attention. They’re great listeners, very social, and they always have the right words, as well as a certain kind of intuition. 

Love Always Wakes the Dragon

(and suddenly flames everywhere)

It could be worse. You do have all the luxuries befitting a princess, though one charged with treason. But a gilded cage is still a cage. And the prospect of withering away in this, the tallest tower of the Palace of Asgard, in the same place where your once-betrothed will live and marry and rule from, it’s almost too much to bear.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Thor x Jotun!Reader
word count: 4067
warnings: brat prince Thor, unprotected sex, oral sex, hair pulling, choking

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Push Over(Jimin Smut)

So, I will only warn you once. If you want to think you’re bad ass and read this then you’re on your own. This is NSFW AND I’M GOING TO WARN YOU IT IS TRIGGERING THIS IS NOT SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE KINKS ABOVE AND INCASE YOU DID NOT TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT THE KINKS ARE

GUN PLAY, OIL, VIBRATORS, SPANKINGS, CHOKING, ORAL, ANAL, OVER-STIMULATION, RECORDING, DIRTY TALKING. I don’t regret anything. 

@irene-diabolik

 

Push Over:

There you were sitting there with your fingers drumming impatiently against the table you were waiting at. You were beyond pissed/ You were so lived that you felt as if your whole world was turning upside down. You couldn’t believe Jimin had actually stood you up. Here you were, in a short tight red velvet dress hair dolled up in a bun that was decorated with jewels. Eyes lined with a mixture of light and dark seductive makeup and lipstick decked out on your lips. You were past a dime piece tonight and you hated these kinds of places especially wearing tight dresses. You were more of a baggy sweats and tank top kind of woman. Fancy events didn’t excite you but because it was an anniversary you told yourself that it would be better this way. To at least make the male happy because he had done so much for you and he had made your lives better together. But now all these higher up people were looking at you with judgmental gazes. You knew what they were thinking. That you were stuck up, maybe waiting for a man, or for someone to notice you. And who were you to tell them that you weren’t? Because it was none of their fucking business what you were doing here but because it was a constant glare and a constant feeling of eyes on you. Your hand swiped out to pick up your phone, reading that it was 11 PM five hours after the set date with Jimin, you gripped at all you had throwing a hundred-dollar bill down on the table walking out of the door.

You were hurt. It stung deeply, telling yourself to just plant one foot in front of the other you could feel the burning in your reddened cheeks. Black heels piercing the tiled floor as you walked out one of the most upscale popular restaurants in Seoul, you reached a hand out to hail a cab and of course some blew you off because you were a female. Sighing softly, you waited patiently, the cold wind whipping against your cheeks.

“It’s cold out. Take my jacket bunny.” You imagined Jimin saying to you. Seeing an illusion of him standing beside you, dressed down in a black suit and a white tie. His pink hair combed back and gelled down. You were so intoxicated by his beauty, at first you didn’t notice the tears sliding down your cheeks, or the taxi cab that was honking at you until the fourth time the horn sounded. You snapped out of it quickly, opening the back door, you sat down bowing your head in apology to the indifferent driver wiping your cheeks quickly. Crying was never your forte, your mother had told you it was ok to let out a few tears every now and then but you had got caught up in a dangerous life. Drugs, sex, violence and everything in between so there was no room for crying, unless of course it was tears of pleasure. It had started years ago. You were young and naïve taking the bus home when you knew better, you knew you should have called your parents but you were a hard-headed girl. Getting off the bus you were snatched by gang members, who pointed a gun to your head and told you not to utter a word. Bringing you to an old abandoned building you were sat in a chair and talked down on like you were nothing more than garbage. But luckily for you, the leader of the gang had a son a few years older than you who wanted you the very moment he had set eyes on you. It was a match made in heaven or hell, however you look at it. Park Jimin was your everything. He had given you everything. Yes of course you weren’t into the whole gang love and you refused to give him the time or day. But he started undermining you, showing up to your house, barging in to meet your parents. He even picked you up from school offering you protection from bullies who teased you for being the smart goody girl. It didn’t take long to have you fallen for his charms or in his bed.

He was a wildfire that consumed your body and left nothing for the waking. But lately he wasn’t here. You assumed it was because of his business he was running, or running away from the cops themselves. But it seemed like now he was running from you. He came home and he was too tired to do anything, in the mornings he tried to have quickies but it wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore. He always fucked you rough he never took his time to enjoy you. And that was what you hated. You felt like you were just becoming another girl that he stringed along in his life and those promises forever and always. They seemed to fade in the distance like his voice. Those cheap thrill words he told you just to get you cumming so he could say he tired you out. There was no love, he didn’t hold you. He didn’t make you feel wanted. And he never talked to you. He just shut you out. Completely ignoring you. So when he asked for a date you were shocked thinking this was just what you both needed to get each other back on one accord. That it would solve all of your problems. And then he didn’t show up. A typical Jimin doing typical shit. And you were tired of having a typical man with typical charms.

Slamming the door once you got home, the taxi driver blew at you speeding off and you flipped him off screaming. It wasn’t his fault, you didn’t mean to take your anger out on him, it just sort of happened when you were worked up and it had been a few weeks since the last time you had even been touched. Opening the door to your house, you half expected to see Jimin there apologizing. But all you felt was the coldness of the air draft hitting your skin. The cold light switches off in the dark house showing that no one had been there since you left. Sliding down to the floor you shut the door behind you, a ball of tears and throbbing feet until you picked up the pieces of your heart and got your ass in your bed.

~

“Good morning.” Jimin’s soft voice rang out from the kitchen where he sat as you walked in through the doors wearing a full on T-shirt with a bra underneath it and sweatpants with panties. You never went to sleep with all your clothing on but ever since that night a month ago you vowed to never give into Jimin, to make a change and maybe leave. He had come home the next day apologizing and asking for a redo. You had simply walked off not even answering him. And that is how it has been for the past month. The tension growing thicker every time he tried to talk to you because you didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say anymore. He tried to help you wash dishes, you were drop them and move around, he would offer you to cook, you stopped it all together throwing the food out to get takeout instead. Jimin tried to help you undress because he thought you would let him bury himself balls deep into your pussy but he later had a rude awakening when you pushed him away and gave him a death glare. Not even saying a word now, you saw the coffee and breakfast he cooked for you but instead of taking it you grabbed a bottle of water opting out of eating at home today.

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N! It’s been a month already!” Jimin shouted, his voice no longer soft nor sweet how he was trying to imitate it. You turned around to watch him, opening up the bottle of cold water you pressed it to your lips taking a swig of the coolness before you licked your lips not even responding to what he said. Walking off from him you made your way back up the stairs to your room blowing him off once again. While you were getting dressed you heard a lot of slamming things down stairs and things being broken. You smirked to yourself, proud that he was a pit of feels and not knowing what to do with himself. He wasn’t the one embarrassed, or the one that got stood up and left alone. He wasn’t the one who went weeks without being touched, and months without being loved. That was the fucked up part. You gave Park Jimin everything he wanted and you had made up your mind you would never get it back. Planning on leaving him, you had started to look for other places to live, working late at the dance studio to earn more money for a down payment. This was the final week of you dealing with his shit. And you’d leave for good.

Changing into jogging spandex pants and a red sports bra you decided to go jogging without a shirt today. Maybe if you were lucky someone would see you and want to sweep you off of your feet. You did your hair in a lose high ponytail, putting on your wireless beats earphones in your ear, you let your phone Bluetooth your music and walking down the stairs you looked around for Jimin. Of course he was gone and despite some part of you feeling happy about it, there was a tiny part of you wishing that it wouldn’t had been so. Grabbing at your keys to the house you put on your shoes and shut the door starting your jog.

~

The jog was something to help you take your mind off things. At first you hated running, but then you wanted to stay in shape for Jimin. Now you ran to burn out your anger and any other feelings that managed to seep through your bones. It had been a good two miles that you ran on the pavement of the backroads by the park outline. You didn’t want to run through the crowds of the people so this was a safe way for you to run and make sure that you got your exercise. Legs shaking, you could feel the beat of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat pouring down from your face and breast to your stomach and neck. Your legs shaking lightly, the burn felt so good, even your ass cheeks felt it. Smiling to yourself you were singing an upbeat song and then like that it was all gone.

A hand around your mouth you were about to scream until you saw nothing but blackness over your eyes. Trying to fight with what little strength you had your body was hauled up over someone’s shoulder and you were thrown into a vehicle. You knew so because you could feel your body sliding with every twist and turn it made. A hand reaching up to take off the black thing over your head, your arms were soon caught behind your back and you couldn’t move. You fought and struggled to get out of it before you blacked out from the lack of air a million thoughts running through your mind. And the biggest one itself was that Jimin wouldn’t even know nor care.

A yell from your lips sounded off as you woke up by the surprise of cold water pouring down on your body. You were soaking wet, eyes glaring around in a panic to see what happened you were shocked to see yourself in the old abandoned warehouse that was the location for Jimin’s gang and where you both first met. Looking around and then straight forward you saw him there, wearing a long black sleeved shirt and blue jeans that were ripped and fitting on his thighs. His hair wild and everywhere Jimin had a gun in his hand, it was just sitting there sleek and black. He waved it at two people and looking around as far as you could, you saw the men retreating leaving you there with just Jimin and his friend.

“I never thought I would have to do this to you. But it seems times just, cause for drastic measures. Now I’m going to offer you one chance to speak. Or I will force it out of you.” Jimin spoke to you slowly. And then it all came back to you. Glaring at him you didn’t quite know what he meant until you landed your eyes on the gun again and you gave him a snarl.

There was silence in the room for a bit, before Jimin sighed and he stood up walking towards you. “You know you really fucking piss me off sitting there like a fucking robot. Is that what you want to be treated like? Nothing.. A fucking rag doll? A piece of shit?” Jimin asked as he got right in your face, hands on his knees as he watched you. When you didn’t even mumble a word he rolled his eyes, unlocking the safety option he pressed the cold gun against your left temple and it caused you to gasp your body seeming to react as you whimpered slightly. “She’s alive!!” He rang out dramatically like a deranged person, the gun pushing so hard against your head it tilted it a bit. Your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath you took, your eyes looked up at him and fear gripped at your heart. Trying to move your hands so that you could slap him, but you were bound to the chair your ankles and wrist by rope.

“Oh yes, I thought of it all. See, I’m going to make you taught. I’m going to get a whole lot out of you today miss. I will make sure you say something.” Jimin purred gently. He let the gun slowly drift down your face towards your neck, over your collarbones and to your breast. The barrel running against each of your nipples before he moved the gun down the dip of your breast towards your stomach. He smirked watching you, watching how your breath became staggered your eyes opening wider in fear. He was enjoying this a bit too much. The barrel of the gun continued to slide until it was resting against your center. He rubbed it up and down your pussy and you wanted to jerk your hips away but you couldn’t move you couldn’t go anywhere. “Does my baby girl like that?” He teased you with a chuckle.

“GO TO HELL!” You shouted at him, tears driving down your cheeks as you gritted your teeth watching him. Jimin didn’t like that. Gripping at the gun he pressed it under your chin making your eyes lock with his as he responded to you.

“I’m taking a first class trip there and I’m fucking taking you with me.” He snarled in your face before he pulled back. Jimin moved behind you and all you could hear was steps. Your hands tried to jerk harder at the chair but it was no use, it was not moving in your favor. You saw the back of him as he sat up the camera turning it on. Your eyes moving to look at the single mattress that was on the floor. You didn’t know how you didn’t see it but the toys, so many toys. You felt your stomach tighten because you knew what was coming.

Jimin moved once he had everything set up he walked towards you, quickly undoing your arms, and when he bent down to undo your legs you lounged at him, knocking him down you both wrestled for quite some time because he had taught you how to fight. It took a few more minutes, of your hands slapping across his face and you almost elbowing him in the groin for Jimin to punch you in your stomach, not enough to hurt you just enough to make you lose your breath. He gripped at your leg pulling you towards the mattress and you fought at him, trying to get free.

“LET ME GO!” You shouted at him and he shook his head looking back at you.

“You don’t get to talk to me now.” He said with a icy stare until he had you on the bed. Jimin made quick work of undressing you and leaving you naked, your arms bound behind your back once again he had you on your knees looking up at him waiting. “Fuck you look so good like this bunny.” He said that one word, that one fucking word that you longed to hear him call you. It was a different pet name and it always made you wet, even right now despite you wanting to beat the hell out of him and run away to never be seen again. Jimin chuckled, his eyes were hot on you glued with lust, he wanted to devour you right then and there. He walked behind you before he pushed you forwards with your ass in the air slapping at your cheeks he groaned. He spread your ass cheeks apart licking a strip from your pussy all the way up to your tight anal entrance circling his tongue around you. You gasped out in pleasure, before your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you told yourself not to moan no matter what he did to you. Jimin seeing this, reached beside the bed grabbing at the baby oil he managed to bring with him. Letting both of your cheeks go he poured the oil on your ass. Making it a wet mess, rubbing in the oil and leaving it to not soak in your skin, he lifted his hand landing a harsh slap to your left ass cheek. He did it over and over again on both cheeks, until the skin was reddened and bruised with his hands prints in your skin. Jimin was letting his sadistic side come out to play.

Grabbing at some warming lube, he rubbed the substance on his fingers, trailing them to your slit he used two to rub harshly up and down your wet throbbing slit smirking as he felt how wet you were by all that was happening to you. Your hips responded so well despite your words of not wanting it. Jimin knew your secrets well so he knew you loved every moment of this fantasy. Moving to grip at a small silver bullet attached to a remote Jimin tapped the bullet against your clit using the remote to turn the settings on the medium one, watching your head roll back as you tried to stop a cry of pleasure from leaving your lips. He moved to stand in front of you, pulling you up by your hair he pressed your face to his clothed crouch. He moaned feeling your face against the hardened bulge that was aching to feel you after so long. He rutted his hips against your face, until you bit at his member harshly a cry of pleasure falling from his lips as he tore you away from his throbbing member with a glare down at you. The grip on your hair made you whimper, the murderous look in his eyes did nothing but aid you into your first orgasm of the night and a short cry feel from your lips.

“I never told you to cum you fucking bitch, and I never told you to bite me. But since you want to do what you think is best. How about we see how many times I can make you cum?” He asked rhetorically. Reaching down to grab the remote he turned it on higher causing the bullet to go to work on your clit making it pulse and causing your pussy to slip out more juices that landed on the mattress. Jimin pulled back to take off his clothes bit by bit until he was naked and his dick was pressing against the bottom of his stomach leaking and red.

He moved to grip at your hair again. “Open your mouth.” He commanded pressing your head against his shaft. When you didn’t obey he only chuckled in response. “It’s time to break you again.” He leaned down grabbing at the gun pressing it against your forehead, it caused an immediate reaction from you. “Open. Your fucking mouth.” Jimin commanded, and since he had never used a gun on you before you were indeed a little worked up. And wondering why the hell it still made you wet. You opened your mouth for him, and he slid the gun into your mouth against your tongue as he watched you. “My sweet sweet bunny. Don’t make me use this. I’m going to fuck this pretty little face of yours ok? And if you even graze your teeth too hard against my shaft. I will fucking end you right here. Don’t play with me, you know how I can get when I don’t get what I want.” Jimin pouted moving the gun from your parted lips that stayed open. He guided his cock into your wet warm mouth a low groan falling from his lips. He watched you through hooded eyes, his hips snapping forward gently to bury his cock deeper into your mouth each time.

He was so thick, it had been a while since he face fucked you, and here you were trying not to choke every time he reached the back of your throat. Jimin pulled back to press the gun on the mattress by him so that he could reach it if he needed to. Both hands gripping at your hair he fist it, gripping on the strands so tight you knew you’d have a headache later. He started to face fuck you harder, his cock brushing to bury itself down your throat he didn’t care that your eyes were burning with tears as he stretched out your mouth. Your throat burned and your body convulsed again as your second orgasm rippled through you. Crying out it only vibrated around him as he watched you. Spit dripping down your parted lips onto your chin and your breast he snarled. “You’re such a fucking dirty little slut aren’t you? Look how fucked your face is because you can’t handle my cock. It’s been so long you’re making a fucking mess. That little pussy hurts yet hmm? Does it feel good to be overstimulated my little bunny? My dirty little fucking whore, you’re going to be in for a good surprise from daddy tonight. You are just so-“ He let out a string of curses, fucking your face harder his balls slapping on your chin getting wet by your spit he continued to bury your mouth on his shaft. One hand letting you go so that he could pinch your nose and cut off your air he slowed his hips down, watching you he would slide his cock all the way down your throat, hold it there and pull away when he heard you choke and gag.

He kept it up, and your heart was racing in your chest, body rocking and hips rutting against the bullet lulling against your clit you felt like a ruined slut and it felt so fucking good to have Jimin treating you like this. You watched him with more tears streaming down your eyes, full on sobbing at the moment you took more for him. He moved to slide his cock all the way down your throat, cutting off your air completely you choked again, eyes shutting for a moment as the air left your body and your hips jerked harshly forward signaling your third orgasm. Jimin pulled back releasing his hold from your nose to grip at his cock watching you lose yourself. He jerked off his wet shaft, pumping his hardened cock until strings of thick white cum was painting your face in a mess. He cursed out loud watching as he gave you a facial at a perfect angle for the camera to catch it all. When he was done he let you go, watching your body fall forward he smirked proud at how you were ruined. His cock twitching again and he was still hard.

Jimin moved behind you, spreading your legs wide he leaned down to push his tongue into your tight little asshole tongue fucking you impatiently he tried to stretch you out as much as possible. Your hips were moving, and you were still sobbing against the mattress the feeling of his wet tongue buried in your ass only made you lose your breath, looking up at the camera you groaned shuddering in uttermost pleasure. Jimin pulled back and aligned himself with your asshole, pushing himself into your ass quickly to get the pain over with. He held your hips, spreading your legs wide he reached over your body to grab at a black whip. He poured some oil on your back, as he pulled back and slipped back inside of you he started to whip your back causing you to shudder under him crying out at the mixture of both the pleasure and the pain. You could feel his hips connecting with yours, balls hitting your pussy he was fucking you into the mattress with all he had. The whipping on your back didn’t hurt you, it just caused little shocks to run through your body and you couldn’t handle it along with the vibrations on your clit. Your hips was rutting again and you knew from how your body was betraying you that you would come again. Jimin dropped the whip, reaching to grip at your head, he used two fingers from each of his hands, lifting a leg up to plant his foot into the mattress he fucked harder into you snapping his hips forward and his kept your mouth spread wide open to hear your cries of pleasure, the position being both humiliating to you and a quite turn on.

“Do you like this slut? You like feeling me buried in this tight little asshole of yours? Maybe I should have fucked this more often. It grips my cock so nice and tight and you take me so fucking good inside of here. Look at how you cry for me, begging for more. Wanting me to fill you all the way up don’t you because you’re my little cum slut that’s what you are. Look at this ass bouncing on my hips. You fucking love every second of this.” He egged you on loving to see the way your body arched when you were close to another orgasm. He kept pounding into you, to feel the vice like grip off your asshole around him while he was pounding into you until you were cumming again body going limb in his hold.

“No more! Please Jimin no more!” You cried out as you felt another orgasm ripple through you. It was painful, and you knew without a doubt you had never cum so much. Pretty soon there would be nothing left. Jimin pulled out of you after letting you ride out your orgasm, He flipped you on your stomach spreading your legs wide he removed the vibrator from your clit turning the bullet off. You thought he was done and you felt instant relief until he was pushing his cock until your drenched wet walls.

“N-no Jimin please please please- I can’t cum anymore.” You begged him, eyes half hooded and lips parted you took deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Jimin was not listening to anything you had to say. Gripping at your hips he started to pull out of you only to push in deeper inside of you.

His eyes remained on yours, his hips circling as he concentrated on how tight your pussy was, he missed it. All of it. He hands gently rubbed at your hips in a comforting manner, basking in your little tiny whimpers Jimin took his time pounding inside of you. Your pussy could feel all of him, the outline of his cock, his hard veins grazing at your walls. How thick he was, how he was throbbing just by being inside of you. It felt so good, and though you were sore you welcomed all that he gave you. You watched him, as he ground his hips deep into you, barely pulling back he drove himself as deep as he could inside of you.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned out watching you and you shook your head no, not wanting to forgive him at a time like this. “I’m sorry for all the hurt I did to you.” He moaned as he started to move faster. “I’m sorry for not being around.” He mumbled out letting his hips gently graze against your spot. “I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.” He paused his hips, staying connected to you, he reached his arms down to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up so that you were straddling him as he started to grip your hips tighter dropping you down on him reaching your depth a bit better. “I’m sorry for making your cry.” He continued leaning up to latch his lips onto your nipples sucking on each of them, he bounced you harder on him, his hands soon reaching to grip at your plump ass as he ran his tongue up and down your hardened nipples humming. “I’m sorry for not opening up or saying I love you enough.” He continued to moan against your skin. You were swimming with emotions, and the tears sliding down your face were all from different reasons. “I’m sorry you felt you didn’t matter. And I’m sorry for standing you up.” He paused your hips holding you in the air Jimin harshly snapped his hips up pounding against your spot he fucked you in the air causing you to cry out. “Say you forgive me.” He urged as you shook your head no. It felt so good, he was fucking your spot right and you were going to cum so soon. Your stomach convulsing you rolled your head back but Jimin stopped slowing down you shouted out looking at him. Knowing what he wanted by the look in his eyes you gave in because, some part of you knew he deserved to hear those words.

“I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment. It was childish! I love you Jimin, fuck I love you so much ok? But if you don’t let me cum I’m leaving your ass for good.” You threatened him. That was all it took to have a crooked smile pressed against his lips. He let his hips surge upwards burying himself to the hilt he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being heard were the wet sounds of your pussy combined with the pants and moans from both of you. It didn’t take him long to have you cumming on his cock, your stomach clenching as your eyes screwed shut and lips fell open. Jimin watched the look of pain and pleasure wash through your face. It had taken everything he had not to cum before you did, but here and now he was meeting his end with you letting his white load bury deep into your walls. Jimin continued to bounce you on his cock until you were both satisfied. He pulled out of you slowly resting you on his chest he undid your wrist freeing you finally. Silence echoed throughout the room as his hands rubbed up and down your back.

“You remembered.” You said simply talking about the force fantasy you’ve always had for some time now.

“How could I forget? I was so against doing it. I had never seen you so upset for telling me a secret. I vowed to myself I would save it, for a drastic measurement. And this was that.” Jimin started with a sheepish laugh, his voice still husky due to the intense moment you both just had. “I saw the house listings when you didn’t log out of the computer..” Jimin said after sometime looking up at the ceiling. “God, it had just been us for so long. I just thought you’d never leave no matter what I did. I didn’t apologize. Because I was just being stupid. Angry around here and taking it out on you. It didn’t hit me I’d lose you until I saw that. I was scared… For the first time since I lost my father you made me scared.” Jimin admitted looking down at you. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but kiss him, because that was something you both hadn’t shared yet today. A long deep passionate kiss with tongues gliding against each other until no one had any breath.

“I was going to leave you. But part of me keep holding onto you. Even when I thought this was real. That I’d actually get kidnapped. All I wanted was you Jimin. I kept asking myself, would you know or care? And it worried me to think, that I was being childish instead of talking to you about it. I’ll never let it happen again.” You said with a sincere smile.

“Good, because I don’t think I can ever pull a gun on you again. I don’t want you to ever fear me. I’m here to make your life a whole lot of things. But have fear is not one.” Jimin reassured you before he wiggled his eyes rolling you over. “I know I said one more but. I’m not satisfied yet. And I owe you lots of makeup sex.” He teased kissing down your body eliciting groans from your lips, but you made no move to leave the beasts presence.

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For such an adorable starter, Rowlet sure has a spooky pokédex entry. In Pokémon Moon, the dex describes how Rowlet stealthily flies without making a sound, sneaking up on its targets before violently attacking them. What it doesn’t mention is how Rowlet is able to fly so silently. That’s what we’re here to answer.

Owls are known as silent flying predators, and their magic is all in their wings. Sound is created through air turbulence when flying. The wings push around the surrounding air, which creates small pockets of noisy wind. An owls’ wings are broad and flat, which makes them suitable for soaring and floating. In other words, owls don’t have to flap their wings as much as other birds. Less flapping means less chance for noise.

Secondly, owl feathers are fluffy, which is better for absorbing sound waves. Like screaming into a pillow, the fluffy feathers capture and absorb the sound waves that are created, muffling them and making them quieter.

Most importantly, however, is the structure of the feathers themselves. The owl’s primary flight feathers are fringed and serrated like a comb. With other birds, the wing creates one big turbulence as it pushes through the air: one big noise. The comb feathers of an owl split up the turbulence into a bunch of tiny micro-turbulences. Instead of one big sound, an owl’s wing creates a bunch of tiny sounds. These tiny sounds are then easily absorbed by the fluffy, velvety feathers, until they vanish entirely.

Rowlet’s wing feathers are fluffy and serrated like a comb. The comb structure breaks down noisy air turbulence into micro-turbulences, which are then absorbed in the fluffy down. Ultimately, this allows Rowlet to fly silently.

6

“I had done another TV series at one point called, um, Providence where they had me comb the hair down and they couldn’t do it.  And FINALLY, the special effects department came into Hair & Make-up and they go, “No, no, we can get it down. ::laughter::  We have this stuff called Gafqat.  It’s an industrial strength polymere.  You just stick it on there and it’s like plastic.”  So they did it and, uh, it’s like, “Wow, this is really cool.”  And sure enough, after an hour…BOING!” 

Joe Flanigan talking about his hair “issues” at Stargate Atlantis Con 2007 

(For @uuuhshiny who reminded me of this today)

first date with peter parker headcanons ✿

-you were sitting together in biology when peter asked you out for the first time

- “hey, so, I was thinking maybe, if you wanted, we could maybe like…hang out? outside of school? at a…a place?”

- “a place?”

- “yeah, like a… food place?”

-a food place.

-smooth af, peter

-you accepted, of course

-though you were giggling so he thought you were kidding

-but you just found how awkward he was being about it so cute

-that night you met up at a thai restaurant

-peter’s aunt may had done his hair for him 

-which he told you for some reason lmao

-but you could tell bc it was combed down super neat and he kept touching it

-he was REALLY NERVOUS

-like he’d keep blurting out random shit because he didn’t know what to say

- “hey so the…theweathertoday? socloudywoahkfncjanjd”

- “hahah………..yea…………….”

-BUT YOU GOT THROUGH EVENTUALLY

-and once you did it was so good

-the two of you talked about literally everything

-from books to movies to conspiracy theories

-to his stark internship and the avengers

-to your dreams for the future n everything in between

-every now and then your hands would touch over the table!!!!

-or your feet would bump together and your faces would go b r i g h t  red

-when your food came u ended up sharing

-and you drank an iced tea with two straws

-in true date fashion

-tbh one each would have been better bc it was some real good tea

-but oh well

-anyway

-as the sky outside grew darker and you finished your food you both felt a lil sad

-bc neither of you wanted to leave

-you stayed half an hour after the place closed

-but they finally kicked you out bc it was clear u weren’t planing on leaving any time soon

-so the two of you loitered around outside for a little while

-it was so cold tho

-so he gave you his jacket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-and he walked you to your place with your shoulders brushing as you talked in hushed voices

-y’all purposely took the longest route possible too

-bc the thought of going home n not being able to be with him anymore was sAD

-but eventually, you had to go home )-:

-peter walked you up to your doorstep with his hands in his pockets

-and as you went to take off his jacket, he stopped you and told you to keep it

-<3 <3 <3

-yall stood there kind of awkwardly for a sec

-but then he hugged u reeeeal tight with a big ass grin

-“I had fun tonight”

-“yeah, me too ((-:”

-“well… I’ll see u tomorrow?”

-“yea, see u tomorrow.”

-“alright, well………goodnight, y/n <3 (-:”

“night, peter ((-:”

Wig Hack Wednesday #5 !
Have you ever wanted to use the same wig for that one character who can’t decide if she wants to wear her hair in twin tails or let her hair down? (Aka Nozomi from Love Live) Or, have you found a perfect wig color for your character but the wig just doesn’t come with a back-parting? Well, here is one way you can fufill your cosplay goals on a budget! Also good for when you want to re-purpose a wig for different characters.
For this demo, I’m using a Venus in grass green from Arda Wigs. I love this color and the length is perfect for Mallow from Pokemon Sun and Moon. My goal is to add a back-parting to the Venus base wig but make it detachable in case I wanna use the wig for other cosplay.
- Part the wig down the middle in the back, and clip the hair away on each side. Cut the hair from the inside layers of the wig to use as wefts for this project. By leaving the outer layers uncut, when you tie the wig into twin tails or let the hair down completely, it will hide the trimmed part
- Use Tacky glue (or other glue that dries clear but flexible) on the tip of a small piece of hair. Use your fingers to squeeze the hair flat to make sure the glue covers all of the hair on the tip of that piece. Wait until it almost dries
- Put more glue in the back side of the piece of hair by the tip. Press the hair piece down onto a strip of soft felt sheet. I happened to find a nude colored one that matched me, but you can use acrylic paints to get the level of color you want (paint the felt strip prior to the start of the project) Also, I find that holding up the felt strip and pressing the glued hair down allow more control and help create more “curve” shape from the center part
- Once you finish gluing hair down on the whole felt strip, turn it over, and hand-sew some wig clips on the back side. 1 inch spacing between each wig clip worked well for me. You’ll need about 4-5 wig clips for the whole felt strip
- Now you can clip the felt strip onto the main wig in the back. Make sure you leave two small pieces of hair from the main wig at the top where your felt strip would go
- Clip the felt strip in place. Make sure it doesn’t come off when you tuck on it. Take the little piece of hair from the main wig that you left out earlier, and section it in half on each side
- Criss-cross the hair pieces to hide the “seam” of the top of the felt strip
- Comb and blend the hair from the main wig with the hair from the felt strip, and tie your twin tails
- You can unclip the felt strip later and comb down the hair to use the same wig as a normal long wig!
Another good thing about this method is that you can use your felt strip for other projects if you buy other wigs from the same company later and in the same color. Or, you can turn an ombre wig into twin tail style for J-fashion shoot and wear the wig as a long wig the next time. This is not the “best” way to do back-parting, but I wanted to focus on being cost-effective and easy enough for beginners to attempt. Have fun wiggin’!

Imagine Harry finally allowing Draco to attempt to style his hair, but Harry tells him its impossible and Draco insists on trying anyways (“Because Potter, since I’m not an absolute Heathen like you, I actually know how to manage my hair.”).


Then Draco using every spell, hair potion, comb, and hairbrush in his arsenal only to find that the messy curls spring back into place every time. So he finally slams a comb down and proclaims, (“Potter, your hair is just as stubborn as you are!” “Don’t worry Draco, I know you love that.”) and from that day forward Draco will always find himself mindlessly touching his hair when they cuddle (yes they do cuddle).


Bonus: When Draco grows his hair out Harry always insists on braiding and Draco fumes over it (He not so secretly doesn’t mind a bit).

Without A Trace/ 1


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I bit down harshly on my bottom lip as the drop of sweat that had been lingering on my hairline, had finally decided to descend down my face. Talk about timing!

The crew were gathered on one side of the door, ready to knock it down and barge into the apartment we had been tracking for several weeks. This was it. This is what we had all worked for. The red dots from our guns all focused on the centre of the wooden door, none of us really knowing what we hoped would be on the other side. Some of us enjoyed the violence, whereas others prefered to find the main goal whether that’d be money or a dangerous, illegal substance. Anything that meant the job was done right.

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BTS Imagines: Video Chatting with Yoongi

Originally posted by rappersline

You rubbed your eyes sleepily, vision filling with small galaxies of exploding reds and whites. You combed a hand through your hair, trying to get it unstuck from the side of your face. 

You laid back on your stomach and precariously placed your phone against one of your pillows. A shy smile escaped your lips seeing the blue icon appear on your phone. You quickly accepted the call, watching as your camera opened and your disheveled appearance filling up the screen before minimizing in the corner. You quickly tried to comb your hair down with your hands and rubbed at the corner of your mouth, dried drool still stuck on your face.

“Hey, you,” came a raspy voice filled with exhaustion. A head full of dark hair and a shy but gummy smile took over your screen and made your heart soar.

“Hey,” you replied softly. You commited his every feature to memory, from the shape of his lips when he smiled to the way he would pull at the front of his bangs and look away when he talked.

“Did I wake you?” Yoongi asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. You shook your head slightly, hair falling into your face. “Don’t worry about it. How was your day?”

“We’re recording a new song.” He said, a little more excitement in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile in fondness. “It’s one that I wrote a couple of months ago and PD-nim said it was good enough to use. I can’t wait to show you before we release it; I worked really hard on this one.”

Your smile widened impossibly as you rested your chin in your palm. “That’s amazing Yoongi,” you cooed. “I’m really proud of you. I can’t wait to hear it. I’m sure you and the boys will do it justice.”

There it was again; Yoongi’s gummy smile, eyes shut tight into crescents and your heart melted to the floor. “I have to get ready for work, but I love you,” you smiled.

“I love you. Text me, okay?” His gummy smile softened, eyes bright at the everyday confession.

“Of course. Good night, Yoongi.” you sighed. “Good morning, (Y/N).“
Xeno - 6

Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, Futuristic au!

Notes: The internet isn’t back and I posted this on my laptop using a hotspot. I’m sick of the internet company’s shit honestly. Forgive me for any mistakes I might have missed. I will be sure to correct them when I have the wifi back. 3.5K Words

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Originally posted by butaer

You just felt like the smartest person in the planet.

It felt amazing to have Taehyung walking by your side, a smile on his face, and his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black pants. He looked so much more fashionable than you did, but you didn’t care.

You fixed him.

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anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!

OKAY BUT LETS TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD MY I MEAN OUR BABY LOOKED GOOD LAST NIGHT THAT GLOW UP- HE WAS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SMILED

My Type:

“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.

these violent delights

i didn’t always hate isaac. i think i might’ve loved him once. (angst/smut)


The sex got better after we broke up.

I don’t know what kicked Isaac into gear, but for me, it was the anger. There’s just something about anger that makes you wanna dig your nails into a boy’s shoulders while he grips your thighs and slams into you, rough and unforgiving. We didn’t have any of that when we were dating, just timid touches and occasional, barely there orgasms. Maybe there’s something about hating a person that makes you crave their submission, that makes you demand your own release, over and over until you collapse because your body never learned how to handle all of it.

I didn’t always hate Isaac. I think I might’ve loved him once. We were friends before we became something more. But four months into dating, I turned the hallway at school one day to see him kissing another girl. The worst part wasn’t even that he had cheated; I almost expected that. Our relationship was hitting a plateau and things were becoming very vanilla, to put it concisely. The sparks from the initial flirting, the will-they-won’t-they stage, had fizzled out, and something had to give. I just didn’t expect Isaac to give it to another girl, shove his tongue down her throat, at school, where he knew others could see him, where he knew I could see them.

Looking back, I think he was trying to get caught. By that point, people already knew we were together, and what stung the most was the embarrassment. He hurt me so publicly. I don’t think I would’ve gotten that mad if Isaac had cheated on me privately, then dumped me. I probably would have forgiven him if he had confessed, direct and forthright, that he’d been with someone else. Honesty takes courage, but he’d taken the easy way out.

I told him we were done over a text, the one I sent him before I blocked his number. I could be cold too.

The pack figured out what he had done. Stiles was more vicious towards Isaac than usual. Even Scott, who usually defended Isaac, had distanced himself. Everyone huddled around me, and Lydia wouldn’t let me out of her sight in fear that being alone would make me depressed. They all tried to comfort me, even Derek, who usually liked to stay out of our, as he so lovingly put it, “teen soap opera.” I pushed them all away and at night, I cried quietly into my pillow. The last thing I needed was pity.

The first pack meeting after the fallout was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was a week after the fact. Seven days later, I finally saw Isaac, walking in with his head down, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. An unnerving tension had settled over the group. He sat on the opposite side of the room from me. I excused myself to leave early, and I promised myself that was the last time I’d ever let him make me feel small.

What I didn’t expect was that two weeks later, he’d slip noiselessly through my bedroom window and demand that I drop what I was doing so we could “talk things out.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” I said with measured restraint. I draped my hair over my face so he couldn’t see me clenching my jaw, gripping my pencil so tight the wood creaked.

“I know when you’re lying to me.”

“Congrats. Do you know when you’ve crossed a boundary? Because that’s what you’re doing right now. You can’t just sneak into my room and expect me to drop the world for you. We’re not…” Together anymore, I wanted to say, but I choked on the words. “Just, get out.”

“No. I can’t do this anymore, it’s driving me insane. You can’t keep ignoring my texts and calls. We can’t keep avoiding each other at school, pretending we don’t know each other. We can’t keep making our friends choose sides between us. We used to be able to talk–”

“But that was before, wasn’t it?” I interrupted bitingly. I turned around to face him, and it became obvious why he’d gone to such drastic measures to get through to me. He was a mess. His typical combed down curly hair was in disarray. Instead of his usual expensive sweater, cardigan, scarf, and pressed pants combo, he was wearing a faded old red Coca Cola t-shirt and ripped jeans. His eyes looked sunken and for the first time, his face was unshaven. His beard wasn’t combed and neat like Derek’s. It was patchy and the hair stuck out in all different directions. I knew I should’ve felt bad for him, but honestly, I was just glad he was suffering too. I inhaled. “Fine. You want to talk, then talk.”

Isaac sighed a deep tired sigh, and my leg twitched automatically. There was a time I would have leapt across the room and thrown my arms around his drooped shoulders at the first sign that he was distressed, but things were different now. I stayed put.

He sat down at the edge of my bed and tiredly rubbed his eye. “I just… I miss you.”

I blinked. “Fuck you.”

Isaac’s head whipped up. “What?”

I stood up and walked towards him slowly. “I said, fuck you. Fuck you for everything.” Isaac was on his feet, towering over me with his height. “Fuck you for everything you did, for cheating on me, kissing another girl in front of everyone, for embarrassing me,” I sneered. I was closing in on him now, and I had no idea what I was going to say or do next, but Isaac had triggered weeks of repressed anger and pain and I wasn’t going to let him waltz back into my life with three little words. “Fuck you for telling me you loved me, letting me believe things were great, then throwing everything in my face…” My voice was cracking, lip trembling, eyes brimming with tiny droplets of moisture, but I didn’t care.

Isaac scoffed. “You can’t seriously be telling me you thought everything was great. I know you felt it too. Things between us weren’t… okay anymore.”

I furiously brushed away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “So that makes it okay for you to cheat on me?”

“Of course not, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell you to your face that I thought we should break up because… well, it’s you.”

“It’s me? The fuck do you care about me?” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Fine. I’m sorry you felt so trapped by me that you had to cheat on me in front of the whole school to get me to break up with you.”

“Look, I’m not proud of what I did, but it wasn’t working with us! You know that. You know we were falling apart. But okay, fine. I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry I screw everything up–”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t act like you didn’t have control over your actions, like screwing me over was inevitable. Take some accountability for what you did, for sticking your tongue down that girl’s throat–oh. You know what? You really wanna talk? Let’s talk about her.”

Isaac sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. He looked down. “Come on. I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“Why not? She must be really important for you to ruin everything we had. I don’t even wanna know her name, or how long you were seeing her. I just wanna know one thing: how was she?”

“H-how was she?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, how was she?” I repeated slowly. “I wanna know, was she good? Was she mind-blowing? Was she everything you never got from me?” Isaac closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, like the petulant stubborn child he’d become. “Come on, Isaac. It’s the least you could do to answer me. Just tell me, did she put it down real nice for you, did she touch you just right? Did she spread her legs for you whenever you wanted? Did she let you inside her raw? Did she let you come inside her?” At this point, Isaac couldn’t take the heat, and he turned away. His cheeks were pink now, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. “I just wanna know, you know, because I need some tips. Maybe it’ll help me keep my man next time.”

“Stop,” Isaac gritted through his teeth. “That’s not why.”

“Obviously it is.” I roughly cupped his chin and forced him to look at me. “At least do me the courtesy of telling me the truth. Just tell me, you left because I wasn’t good enough. Tell me I wasn’t hot enough, tell me I wasn’t sexy enough for you. Tell me you didn’t want me.”

Isaac knocked my hand away. “Didn’t want you?” He ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration. Now he was stalking towards me, slowly walking me backwards. “Shit, this is exactly why we didn’t work. We must’ve been in completely different words if you think I didn’t want you. I wanted you so much that it killed me that things were falling apart. Before we got together, you were all I thought about, but the moment we became official, something changed. I know you felt it too, the sudden awkwardness. We didn’t know how–we didn’t know who to be around each other after we became more than friends. You know that.” I shrugged noncommittally. There was truth in his retort, but I wasn’t going to tell him he was right. He’d backed me against my desk. His hands rested on the table on either side of me, trapping me in his space. “It still kills me that you think I didn’t want you, but that’s my fault. I didn’t tell you, did I?” he said softly.

“Tell me what?” I mumbled.

Isaac smirked, a dangerous turn in his mouth that sent shivers down my spine. He hadn’t look at me like this in a long time, not since before we were together, when I used to catch him smiling at me the same way. “I didn’t tell you how fucking sexy you are, baby. I didn’t tell you I had to fight to keep my hands off you, how I had to do fucking breathing exercises to refrain from having my way with you in dressing rooms when you tried on clothes for me…” Isaac leaned down and placed his mouth on my bare shoulder, brushed his lips against my collarbone. His hot breath fanned over my pulse point. “I didn’t tell you I can still hear your sweet little moans when I go to bed, never told you how fucking cute you are, how much I loved touching your beautiful tits, grabbing your ass. I still remember what you taste like, and you used to get so wet for me. If I could, I’d show you right now how much I want you, darling…” His mouth moved to my throat. He wasn’t kissing me exactly, just puckering his lips slightly, occasionally grazing my sensitive flesh with teeth.

I didn’t know if it was his intention all along to sneak into my bedroom and seduce me with dirty talk, this delicious filth he’d never uttered to me before. Maybe everything he’d ever told me had been a lie. Before, I trusted him completely, blindly believed everything. Now, the trust was lost, replaced by an aching desire, a painful longing for something I felt I deserved, reparations for the happiness he took from me. I was finally going to get mine.

“If you want me so bad, then prove it.” Gripping the curls at the back of his head, I pulled him away from my neck and slammed my mouth to his. We never kissed like this before. I remember our kisses used to be so sweet, so tender, so hesitant.

There was none of that now. Isaac’s hands left my desk and immediately found my waist, pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine hungrily, bruisingly. And then his hands were sliding down my sides. His fingers skimmed my ass briefly before gripping under my thighs. In an unexpected swoop, he’d scooped me up and placed me on my desk. My legs wrapped around his waist and my ankles locked together. Our bodies were aligned and I could feel his swollen arousal against my hip.

With newfound bravado, I slid my hand into his waistband and wrapped my fist around him, pumping him gently. Isaac growled lowly into my mouth and bit down on my bottom lip and tugged. I tasted blood. While I was occupied with jerking him off, he lifted the hem of my shirt and peeled it over my head, leaving me bare. His mouth attached to one of my pert nipples, his hand massaging the other. I arched my back to give him more access. He worked me with his tongue, swirled it around my sensitive bud, then kitten licked the tip. My toes curled and I used my legs to pull him closer into my center where I needed him most.

“Wait,” I panted. “Isaac, wait.”

He pulled away. “What is it?”

“Bed. Now.”

He certainly had no qualms with that. He scooped me up and carried me bridal style, then threw me on my mattress like I weighed nothing. I didn’t usually like being picked up, but there was something about when Isaac did it. I felt small, but safe in his arms. I guess before he thought I was too fragile, too human to be man-handled. If only he’d been tossing me around like this the whole time. He should’ve known I wasn’t breakable, and I planned on showing him just how unbreakable I really was.

Isaac took off his shirt, then peeled his pants down his legs. Left only in his black Calvin Kleins, he climbed onto my bed, moving to straddle me, but I had other plans. When he leaned down to reattach our lips, I shoved him backwards and pushed him down so he laid flat. I pinned down his wrists on either side of him and positioned my entrance over his semi. My shorts and his boxers still separated us, provided just enough friction to drive him mad.

Attaching my lips to his jaw, I moved my hips, swayed back and forth. Isaac whispered a strangled “f-fuck…” and I sped up my movements. I trailed my mouth down his neck, sucked harshly on his goosebumped flesh when he started to quiver. And that was my revenge: I’d take him to the brink of pleasure, then pull away, stop completely right before he was about to get what he wanted.

After the third time I blue-balled him, he had enough. Isaac released one hand from my hold and gripped my hair. He pulled me upwards and glared witheringly.

I smirked. “What is it?” I asked innocently.

“Cut the bullshit. What are you doing?”

“Aw, did you think I’d make this easy for you, baby?” I broke free from his grip and took hold of his fingers. I moved them down my abdomen and shoved them inside my underwear. His fingers curved naturally against my wetness. “Did you think you could just skip into my room, whisper some filth into my ears, and sweet talk your way into getting your dick wet?” His mouth opened slightly and he stared at me with confusion. I smiled. “What’s wrong? You look surprised.” I gently touched his cheek, stroked his hot skin. This jolted him into action and he began stroking my folds. “When you said you missed me, did you really mean me, or this? Did you miss my pussy, did you miss touching me, playing with me?” I gasped as his fingers worked me. “You can feel how wet I am, how warm it is inside. Did you miss spreading my pussy open like you’re doing right now? Did you–ah!–did you miss, miss playing with my clit between your fingers… just like that…” Isaac rolled my clit under his finger, quicker now. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop, oh god…” The tension coiling under my belly snapped, and I came with my head thrown back, unintelligible curses spilling from my lips.

I stayed straddling Isaac, breathing heavy to recover. I shuddered when Isaac pulled his fingers out and brushed them briefly against my overstimulated bundle of nerves. He dipped his fingers into his mouth, the movement sticky and slow and unlike anything he’d done before. “That was… new.”

I chuckled, then noticed the outline of his erection against his underwear. “Oh, look at you, all hard and big with nowhere to go,” I cooed. I folded down his underwear and discarded them. His cock bounced back and hit his stomach. My own arousal crept back, awakened by the sight of the prominent ridge that ran along his member. I reached out and wrapped my fist around his hardened shaft, swiveling my fist painstakingly slow, a torturous pace that I knew would drive him crazy.

“Come on, please,” Isaac whimpered. “I can’t hold on, I don’t think I can hold on…”

“But you’re going to, aren’t you? Because you’re not leaving here without what you came for, isn’t that right? Tell me why you came here, because it sure as hell wasn’t just to talk.”

“I…” When he hesitated to explain himself, I removed my hand and made to unstraddle his legs. “Wait, shit–fine. Don’t… don’t go. I came here because I wanted… this.” Isaac gripped my thighs and rubbed them, and brought my knees closer to his sides. “I really did want to clear the air, but… Amy–the other girl–I couldn’t do it with her,” he said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t do it? Oh, wait, do you mean you couldn’t get it up?” I kept my expression neutral, but I was drinking celebratory champagne in my head. Things may have been dry between me and Isaac, but at least I didn’t cause him erectile dysfunction.

“Yeah. I just kept thinking about you.”

“So after everything you did, you still came back into my life, because your other girl couldn’t get you off?” Isaac stayed mute. I shook my head disbelievingly. “You know something, Isaac?” I maneuvered my shorts off and positioned Isaac’s cock at my entrance. I was already wet again, lips open and ready to take him in. “I  hate you,” I groaned as I slid down, taking him in all the way to the base. Isaac shuddered as my warmth sheathed around him, and bracing my hands on his stomach, I pushed off again and again, fucked him the way he used to fuck me. Well, not exactly the way he used to; this was way better. I’d never even been on top before, too afraid to mess up, too afraid I wasn’t strong enough or sexy enough to be seen from underneath like this. I never knew how thrilling it could be to have control. “I hate you so much, Isaac. You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said breathlessly. And then I rolled my hips and rode his dick like a hot wave.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Isaac grunted.

“You like that?” Isaac responded with a resounding smack against my ass, the sting from which he rubbed away. “You like it when I fuck you like this? You still thinking about Amy, or whatever her name is?” Isaac’s eyes were screwed shut, but I wanted him to see me. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see exactly who you hurt.” I leaned down so he could stare into my eyes as I unraveled him, stroke by stroke. Then, I kissed him, slow and deep, all tongues and teeth. He gripped my hips and held me still when my movements started to falter. I was close again. Isaac came first with stuttering hips. I remember before when he always used to make sure I was first, ever the gentleman. Now, he thrusted his semi into me, pumped as much as he could and played with my clit until I came for the second time.

My body couldn’t support itself upright anymore and I collapsed on the mattress beside him. No words were spoken in the aftermath. Minutes later, my heartbeat returned to its resting rate. There was nothing more I wanted from Isaac–at least not that night.

Somehow, I knew things would never really be over between us.

Even after all the pain and self-loathing he caused me, it became clear that this wouldn’t be the last time I opened my legs for him. The shame and disgust settled in.

I wanted to tell him to leave. I just didn’t have the energy to speak. 

Isaac saved me the trouble because he was already getting out of bed. I watched his naked body shuffle around my room, locating and putting on various items of clothing. He lingered by my window. 

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” he said softly.

I chuckled emotionlessly and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I care.” 

He tapped his fingers on my windowsill. “I’ll come by tomorrow night, then?” 

“See you then.”


to be continued.

Headcanon that people with psychic powers tend to have their physical appearances altered slightly when their powers come out as a result of their emotions

For Teru, in times of extreme emotions his teeth grow large and sharp. They’re a real inconvenience for him, and this just adds frustration onto whatever emotion brought them on, thus making them even harder to get rid of.

For Mob, his powers change the color of his eyes from deep brown to sharp red. This can be pretty disconcerting for people who don’t know about this beforehand.

For Ritsu, his emotions shape his hair. Especially when distressed, his hair tends to stand up on end, spiking upwards. He doesn’t seem to mind, but sometimes he finds himself needing to comb it back down or use some sort of hairgel to get it to cooperate.