come fill the cup

Witch Tip #5 - Mighty Timer

About a week ago, I found this amazing app that is good for any witch to have. It’s called Mighty Timer and it’s a timer for your tea!

Looks cute from the start right? Well it get’s even cuter!

THE CUP FILLS UP AS IT BREWS!!!! 😍It comes with some basic teas like Black Tea and Oolong preset but you can add timers for other tea you may have. Warm up some water, plop in a tea bag/infuser, start your timer and after the adorable chime, you’ll have yourself some perfectly brewed tea! 🍵

Best news of all, it’s free on the App Store! So go get it tea lovers!

I am not being paid to promote this app. All opinions are my own

Nct as Vampires

Request: Hi! Could you do an NCT Vampire au? Like how each of the members would be as a vampire? Thank you! :) I hope I requested correctly

A/N: i was actually thinking of writing a single post for each member but it’d be too many so here’s only a brief summary !! if you want me to emphasise on a specific member please do request again !

Assume that only you know about their identity and they promised not to hurt you as long as you don’t tell anyone else ,, and also you live together with them


  • really chill about his identity
  • like when you first told him you knew , all he did was get shocked and asked how you knew , then went back to being normal
  • acts more like a human than a vampire tbh
  • you don’t even know how he survives because you never actually saw him eat/suck ( is this even right it sounds wrong omg ) any other living things before for their blood
  • and when you ask him ,
  • he simply replies with a “ secrets ”
  • turns out he’s been drinking blood he stole from clueless vampire WinWin’s bottle/jar since they stay in the same room


  • he’s so quiet and mysterious it’s creepy
  • like you don’t know when he’d do something dangerous and sudden
  • so you lowkey stayed away from him even after he promised not to hurt you
  • but then you realised he’s an actual softie
  • because you saw him crying over an anime once
  • yes vampires need entertainment too
  • so you start opening up to him
  • and he shares with you about his family and ancestors
  • like how great of vampires they were
  • when he goes out to hunt at night though ,
  • he becomes really serious and you lowkey got scared once because he came back home with blood all around his mouth
  • then he smiles at you innocently and blankly
  • and you can’t help but return a fake smile like hansol you’re scaring me get away and wash up first


  • okay he likes teasing you A LOT
  • okay maybe more of threatening , not teasing
  • like one time you were too lazy to cook lunch for him ,
  • he got super close to you and whispered sarcastically like “ i can’t guarantee you’d still be able to stay up till dinner tonight though ”
  • and he shows his fangs too like stop johnny what are you doing
  • so you were left with no choice but to cook for him
  • he’s such a flirty vampire i cant even
  • like he got you a black dress and cap one day
  • and when you asked him why ,
  • he was like “ you should know we vampires can’t be exposed to sunlight ,, but your beauty and smile’s shining brighter than it so i gotta cover you up ”
  • go away johnny ew
  • kidding he’s so hot tbh


  • really particular about how he looks and acts
  • like he’s really ‘elegant’ as a vampire (?) ( does this even make sense omg )
  • like his cape must be washed and ironed out properly every day before night falls
  • and he HAS to do it himself
  • one time you helped him wash and clean it ,
  • he got so pissed he didn’t come back for two nights
  • turns out he was living in some kind of abandoned house as a bat
  • and he couldn’t stand the dust so he had no choice but to come back
  • he sometimes forgets that you’re human so he shares with you on stories of all the people he’s eaten
  • and when you’re like “ taeyong that’s too much detail … ”
  • he gets all jumpy like , “ oh shit i forgot , i’m sorry ”
  • “ i forgot i got too caught up ”
  • but he doesn’t really seem different from a human being so you’re not that much bothered by him


  • okay here we have another flirty vampire
  • like really really flirty
  • like one moment you’d just be there watching television ,
  • then a pair of hands wraps tightly around your hips
  • “ want me to turn you into one too ? ”
  • “ no wth yuta what are you doing ”
  • “ couldn’t resist you ”
  • “ stop yuta , hands off ”
  • “ who are you to tell me what to do , i have the powers here ”
  • “ yeah sure if you don’t let go i’ll move out rn ”
  • then he lets go right away and pouts like a small kid
  • he’s really lazy and afraid to go out under the sun so he stays at home like 24/7
  • and he clings onto you like a leech
  • disturbing and annoying you as a form of entertainment


  • he’s such an angel though
  • but you didn’t knew he was a vampire until like 1 month of staying together
  • because you always wondered why he went out and came home so late in the night
  • until you saw him drinking some red & thick liquid one day in his cape
  • you almost screamed and fainted
  • but kun was nice enough to help you out , and confessed about his identity after
  • and was like “ don’t worry , i won’t hurt you , you’re too beautiful ”
  • he didn’t even tell you not to spread it , as he trusts that you will keep it a secret
  • so sweet tbh
  • smh why were you born as a vampire not an angel kun


  • always shookt and worried that his identity might get revealed
  • so everytime you come home , the first thing he asks you is
  • “ did you tell anyone ? ”
  • “ doyoung of course not they’d think im crazy ”
  • “ are you sure ? ”
  • “ yes , i promise ”
  • then he goes back to acting all confident and laidback like
  • “ haha what’s there to be afraid of ”
  • then he turns into a bat and follows you around the next day to spy on you
  • and he thought you wouldn’t notice but in fact he’s so obvious so you just let him be


  • always curious about the ‘humans’ like ,
  • “ wow Y/N how does it feel to die ? ”
  • “ do i look like i’ve died before , ten ? ”
  • “ hehe idk , im just curious , i’ve been living for like 127 this is not intentional years now ”
  • “ you’re so old ”
  • “ but i’m still cute right ?? ”
  • and he gives you a cute and innocent smile
  • you wonder if he’s even a vampire
  • but when he gets ready to go out at night he always has this smirk on his face
  • and he’d have eye contact with you before he flies off
  • so rude but you gotta admit he looks good


  • like taeil he’s pretty chill about his identity
  • his naturally white and fair skin caught your attention first
  • then he was always hiding in the room first thing in the morning , saying that he had to take his ’ daily medicine ’
  • turns out it was small cups of blood when you went to check
  • so when you first asked him he was just like
  • “ since i trust you , yeah i’m one ”
  • then he flashed his sharp fangs infront of you
  • and when he saw your shocked expression he’d laugh to himself , his cute and smol dimples coming back
  • he actually takes care of you instead , and protects you from other vampires/creatures from attacking


  • he’s such a soft person you couldn’t believe it when he told you he was a vampire
  • and he casually mentioned it to you during a conversation
  • you were shookt for days
  • “ why are you always so tired in the day ”
  • “ i don’t sleep at night ”
  • “ why ? ”
  • “ we are more active in the dark ”
  • “ ‘we’ ? ”
  • “ vampires .. ”
  • he’s cute and innocent most of the time
  • but when night time falls he gets really serious and doesn’t come back quickly ,
  • because he has to find the perfect type and taste of blood which suits him

The minors are all half-vampires instead of ‘full’ ones


  • he’s so clueless and adorable he often asks you vampire related questions that you cant even answer , like
  • “ why do we live forever ? will we never die ? wow that’s cool ”
  • “ mark i dont know .. ”
  • “ how am i supposed to take blood out of someone , won’t it hurt them ? ”
  • “ mark i’m not a vampire idk anything ”
  • “ oh … sorry ”
  • he’s so polite and nice he almost starved and fainted because he couldn’t bear to hurt anyone for blood
  • so you had no choice but to donate your own blood
  • which also refused to drink ,
  • but you forced it down his throat , so now active mark is back again


  • another literal angel why
  • he tries his best to sustain his hunger by only eating food
  • but part of him still feels drained because he’s half-vampire after all , he needs blood
  • so he tried drinking his own one ,
  • but it made him even sicker
  • so you had to ask for vampire taeyong’s help because he always had spare bottles of blood
  • just like that you lectured renjun on keeping his body healthy and fit
  • and he was like “ sure … but one person that i’d never ever eat is you , even if im dying ”
  • go reborn as an angel with kun please


  • he’s always smiling and cheerful , the thought of him being a vampire never once crossed your mind
  • but when he told you that he’s only half ,
  • you still got really shocked and speechless ,
  • and as soon as he noticed he promised not to hurt you
  • he likes showing you baby photos of himself , the growing process of his small fangs ,
  • and the way he’d always smile brightly
  • he likes going on walks with you but he always prepares a cap and a pair of jacket to cover himself , if he gets exposed to the sun too much


  • such a prankster i cant even
  • he’d offer to pour you a cup of water ,
  • then when he comes out with two cups filled with red liquid you’re like ,
  • “ this better not be blood haechan- ”
  • “ it is ”
  • “ what why ”
  • “ try it , it’s really good ”
  • “ no donghyuck i cant do this ”
  • “ shut up and drink it ”
  • and after a few minutes of arguing ,
  • “ it’s only some cranberry juice ”
  • and he also likes joking about turning you into a vampire too
  • and would use it as an advantage to call you to help him do things
  • “ help me wash my clothes … if not i might hurt you , idk ”


  • a mixture of haechan + winwin
  • one moment he’d be all soft and positive ,
  • the other he’s scaring you with his fangs and blood
  • but he knows when to stop and not scare you too much
  • he’s also pretty flirty and smooth like
  • “ if you were a blood type you’d be my favourite ”
  • “ jaemin that’s not cool , stop ”
  • “ okay fine you’re my favourite human ”


  • he’s so happy and loud you didn’t think he was a vampire
  • and his looks did not help too , as he looked so cute and adorable to you
  • he slightly teases and joke with you
  • especially when he reminds you of the face you made when he first told you
  • your mouth and eyes were wide open and no words were said
  • he doesn’t really need that much blood so he acts just like a normal human being ,
  • only sometimes when you notice him getting a bit tired ,
  • you’d ask him to go eat/replenish on his blood intake and listens to you without fail


  • like chenle , this baby is still in the process of developing the vampire characteristics ,
  • so his fangs are still pretty short and he can perform perfectly well even without the intake of blood & under sunlight
  • so you had absolutely no idea he was one
  • until he accidentally told you while y'all were talking
  • and he got so flustered and worried after he realised his confession , he couldn’t sleep peacefully that night
  • but as soon as you told him you didn’t mind and would not spread it ,
  • he became to soften up and share more stories of his family to you
  • Kuroko: Are you sure you're getting enough sleep?
  • Kagami: Sometimes I close my eyes when I sneeze.

Taehyung’s first day working as a pool cleaning boy for Yoongi and his wife Minah, he shows up at their house in cut off daisy duke shorts and a Metallica band tee that hangs almost like a dress with the sleeves cut off of it. Yoongi nearly passes out when he opens his front door and all he sees are those delicious thighs from before right there on display so close he can reach out and touch them. Yoongi’s wife, Minah loudly gasps and licks her lips at the way the younger boy looks with a black bandanna keeping his bright red hair out of his face to show off perfectly groomed eyebrows.

Taehyung fucking smirks and bats his lashes at them both.

“Hey sorry I’m a bit late.” The boy runs his hands through his messy hair. “I was busy trying to find a rod LONG enough for me to really get the areas I need.”

The words pull a shiver out of Yoongi, his mind filling with the thoughts of his rod filling Taehyung just right. He knew he was married but really Minah was just as bad. Yoongi had lost count of how many times he’d caught his wife looking at Taehyung as if she wanted to eat him, just in the few minutes the boy’s been there. What’s worse is that Taehyung fucking knows he’s hot. It’s obvious in the way he swings his hips sensually as he walks when he’s let into the house. Fuck, it’s obvious in the way he obscenely bends over to “inspect” the pool once both Minah and Yoongi show him to the back yard.

Yoongi wants nothing more than to bend him over and fuck the sass out of him.

“So Taehyung, How old are you?”

There’s a little sinister smile on Taehyung’s lips as he slowly works on fishing out leaves from the large pool in front of him, the elder completely misses it as his eyes rake over Taehyung’s ass in those short shorts. A few hours had passed since the younger had arrived to begin working and Yoongi had offered to sit with him just in case he needed anything. Truthfully Taehyung didn’t really need the help but he had no real problem with Yoongi sitting on one of his lawn chairs as he worked. The elder had claimed it was just because it was the first-day Taehyung had been working, but the younger knew better.

Yoongi wanted to watch him and honestly, Taehyung wanted to be watched.

“I’m twenty, sir.”  

Taehyung makes sure to arch his back when he sinks to his knees to reach all the little leaves inside the water closest to him. Yoongi’s dick twitches in interest.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi licks his lips as he enjoys the view the gods decided to gift him. “That’s still a bit young isn’t it?”

Taehyung giggles and purposely turns back to lock eyes with Yoongi as he speaks.

“Yeah, a bit…. but Younger people tend to have better stamina for dirty jobs.”

It’s an hour later when Minah comes outside holding a tray filled with cups and a pitcher of lemonade. Yoongi snorts when he notices his wife has changed out of her normal work skirt and blazer into tight yoga pants that show off her curves and a fitted tank top.

“Taehyunggie, dear,” Minah calls out sweetly. “Come take a break and drink some lemonade.”

As he stands up and walks closer to them, Taehyung lifts the bottom of his shirt up to wipe off sweat from his face. Yoongi and Minah instantly lock in on the little glimmer that shines in the sun on Taehyung’s hips. The woman nearly moans out loud when she realizes they are piercings, small and silver, sitting snug against the boy’s hip bones. Yoongi’s fingers tingle with the want to reach out and touch, and so, he does exactly that.

The elder moves from his spot to stand beside Taehyung. It’s subtle, or at least he hopes it is, the way he grips onto Taehyung’s hip as he tries to move past the boy. Of course, Taehyung sees right through it and pushes against the hold the elder has on him teasingly before taking his own seat.

“Thank you, Mrs. Min.” Taehyung grins. “I’m so HOT I’m sure this will cool me down.”

Minah whimpers and nods.

“Of course, honey.”

Right before Taehyung is set to finish for the day, Minah has to leave for work. The younger actually grins at the thought of being alone with Yoongi in the giant house. It was obvious Yoongi had been checking him out all day, hell Taehyung had caught him a few times and checked him out right back, and really he wanted to play some more.  The moment the women walks out the door, with one final look over Taehyung’s body, the younger is instantly walking away from the pool to stand right in front of Yoongi’s chair.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow as the paper he’s been reading over, in his hand, is taken and tossed. Before he can even question anything, suddenly he has a lap filled with a very very hot twenty-year-old.  His hands instantly hold onto the delicious ass he’d been watching all day.

“You and your wife aren’t very subtle, you know?” Taehyung’s voice is filled with teasing confidence that drives the elder wild.

“I don’t think either of us was trying to be.”

“Well, I’m not really interested in her but, ” Taehyung lowers to whisper into Yoongi’s ear. “You can play with me.”

Yoongi  waste no time in pulling Taehyung’s head back by a hard grip on his bright red hair before bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss.

(it was a very good idea to get a pool boy after all)

I want you to stay

Originally posted by ivar-thebonerless

GIF not mine

Ivar x Reader

Warnings: dubcon, smut, blood kink, pain kink, NSFW,

     A free woman had everything, a free woman could do anything, a free woman didn’t needed to obey, a free woman was revenged if killed, a free woman was free and happy but you were not. Your fate was not to be a free woman, but a slave to the queen. She was nice, even if she treated you like a servant she was not abusive or mean with you but her sons were not like her. You had to support their gaze on your body every time when you had to fill the glasses, it was both intimidating and terrifying. 

     Your heart was beating in your chest extremely loud as you were filling Ubbe’s glass, you could even feel your legs trembling and you were afraid that everybody could see that. You wanted to retreat back on your place but Ivar motioned for you to come to him. You filled his cup, his hand traveling from your waist, to your thighs.

     “Come to my room, tonight!” he demanded, your body shook in fear but you nodded in agreement even of you were scared and close to faint. You were afraid for your own life but after a second thought you realized that you live no life, you’re captive, you’re a slave so if he decided to kill you it will just free you form your pain.

     Ivar was waiting for you, only his pants on. You approached slowly, taking off your dress as you advanced towards him. You got on your knees, not looking him in the eye. All that you wanted was for this to end up faster.

     “Tell me, are you here because you want to be here or because I asked you too?” he lifted your chin, making you look into his blue eyes, into those merciless eyes that were showing only lust and thirst.

     “I’m here because you told me to come.” you whispered softly, afraid of him and of how much he could make you suffer. You saw something change in his eyes but you didn’t dare to question it, instead you let your head down again only for Ivar to lift it up again.

     “If I would ask you to be mine now, if I would ask you to give yourself to me, would you?” his voice is soft, covered in honey but you know that it is a trap, that he was just testing you. You didn’t knew how to answer, you didn’t wanted to be hurt or killed you were afraid of him but still a big part of you craved for him, for his touch. You wanted to be his but your worries got the best of you and you were there, stuck, not able to say a word, lost into your mind, lost in the battle between lust and fear.

     “I don’t know…” you answered him, still trying to figure it out whom was stronger, the fear of the lust.

     “Hmm, I’ll take this as a yes.” he affirms pulling your head up so your lips can meet. He’s not soft, even though this is the first kiss that you share with him and you know that he will never be soft, this is not his way. He was not born to be soft, he was born to be a ruthless leader and you knew it, you knew it from the first moment when your eyes meet his.

     Now you didn’t knew what you were waiting for because as he deepened the kiss you started to lose control over your body as you climbed onto his lap and pressed your body to his. You moaned when his hand caressed your back, making you shake as chills were running down your back. You knew that Ivar, unlike the rumors, was a very talented man, for you saw him with other woman and you knew what he could do, you knew that he could bring a woman to her end in a matter of minutes. Your hips grind against his in a steady pace, Ivar’s hands grab your hips, digging his fingers in your skin, you break the kiss still grinding onto his crotch, feeling his hardening manhood under your wet folds. You look around and see a knife next to the bed. You reach for it, feeling Ivar’s intense gaze on your moves. You take the knife in your hand feelings it’s weight, pressing the blade to your lips to feel the sharpness of it. You want to feel that blade all over you, marking you, painting you in red as the blood surfaces. You look at Ivar as you play with the knife and you see his pupils widening.

     “I want to use this on me, if you please!” you whispers in Ivar’s ear you see the lust growing in his eyes as he smirks darkly turning you around, his lips kiss yours again, lustfully, mind-blowing. You shudder as the blade cresses the skin of your arms lightly.

     “Ivar…” your desperate moan awakes something inside of him, making Ivar to stop kissing down your neck. He pulls away looking you in the eye and his smirk widens.

     Ivar looks down at you, moving the knife from one hand to the other, you look at him, needy and panting as he finally presses the blade to your skin in a harder way. He beings from your collars, dragging the knife along your skin, wondering between your breast until he reaches your hipbones, he does it on both parts of your body making you moan and shiver as you feel the stinging pain rushing into you, growing your arousal. 

     “More, please give me more!” you beg looking into his eyes but he smirks as he puts the knife aside and starts to lick up the blood that surfaces though the wounds. His tongue is soft against the cuts but it still stings making you beg for more and more of that little bit of pain. “Ivar, please!” you beg once again but he refuses to do so.

     “No, I think I have had enough of this. And my little slave we will have endless nights to do this again and again.” Ivar’s voice makes you shiver and your hips start to work again against his with fast movements you want nothing more but to reach that high point that will make you shutter in pleasure but Ivar haves other things in mind. He grabs your hips pinning them down on the bed so you can not move. “Don’t be so eager little one, you didn’t earned your finish yet.” he informs you before releasing your hips. He leans on his back and takes his pants down and you can’t help but stare at his it’s so much more than how you imagined it would be and it throbs with the need of release. You don’t wait for Ivar to tell you what to do but you grab him in one of your hands and you lower your head over it, taking it in your mouth and starting to suck it fast, it made you feel so good to know that you have all the control over him but soon everything changes as his hands press your head down and he starts to move his hip, hitting the back of you throat but you still like it, the feeling of being dominated feeling so normal and pleasurable. 

     “Good girl.” Ivar breaths out as he pulls you away from his cock, you look him in the eye licking your lips as his gaze follows the marks that he did on your body with the knife.

     “Tell me, did anyone touched you like this before?” his hands slid between your legs caressing your little wet womanhood. It feel strange to have his hand down there caressing you so lightly, making you moan.

     “No.” you breath out leaning closer so you can kiss his lips. Ivar pecks your lips and pulls apart from you. “ Then we will do this later. Lay on your stomach.” he commands and you obey feeling the ache between your legs as it grows stronger.

      Ivar lets you settle before he goes on you back pushing his cock inside your little cunt, he bites your shoulder and your neck as he slowly slides in. You moan deeply as he does so, feeling him completely inside you, stretching you like no one else before. It’s mind-blowing and so pleasurable. Ivar starts to thrust fast inside of you, his moves rough, making you feel both pleasure and pain and it makes you lose your mind, your already aching core finding it’s release way to fast, but Ivar doesn’t stops he is still moving inside of you, making you throw your head backwards feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, the soft furs rubbing against your clit.

     “Ivar…” you moan out his name and he hits your ass lightly with his hand.

     “What do you think little slave? Would you like me to do this to you again? Would you like to feel this again?” he asks , lips almost touching your ear, you can’t say anything as your brain seems to forget how to work but Ivar spanks you all over again, the sting on your ass making your core ache again.

     “I want you , deeper, harder… please take me Ivar!” you breath out and he starts to move faster inside of you, you’re both panting and you know that he will cum soon by the way in which his cock throbs, hie pace is no longer steady but wild and rough, you throw your head back as you feel that you break apart in pleasure again and Ivar does the same. He stays on your back for a while, trying to catch his breath, he rolls over and you curl up against his side, you feel his semen inside of you, a little bit of it running out but it does not bother you.

     “Do you want me to go?” you ask after a while of looking at the walls, waiting for him to do something.

    “No. I want you to stay.” he whispers, one of his arms wrapping around your waist so he can bring you closer to him. “You’re mine, now and always. You’re my little slave.” he tells you before you fall in a deep sleep right besides the man that you always desired, beside your dark prince.

To me,
You feel like
those moments after Fajr when anything is possible.
Like crawling into bed after a disastrous day.
Like driving through the city at night in the rain.
Like the warmth of a bonfire.
Like hearing something so beautiful it sends shivers up your back.
Like a midnight in August when the air is sticky and your night has just begun.
Like kissing my mothers hands.
Like gratitude finally coming home to fill me out.

To me, you feel like perfect cups of tea,
and days when you’ve accomplished every goal you’ve set for yourself.
Like seeing my father pleased.
You feel like a place where I can finally stretch out
Like the mouth of heaven,
opening wide,
“Finally, you’ve come home.”

—  Key Ballah

Originally posted by sensuous

Author’s Note: This is an Opie Winston imagine based on Take It Outside by Brantley Gilbert as requested by the lovely @thesearejustmyvices . I hope you enjoy! This imagine is rated M for language, mild violence, and SMUT. You have been warned!


Back in the good old days
They knew how to brawl 
I’m talkin’ real gunslingers
I’m talkin’ real outlaws
They’d saddle up and ride on into town
When it was high noon in them old saloons
You knew what was goin’ down
When they took it outside

Took it outside
When it was man to man
Toe to toe
You know they had to go
Where nobody’s gonna break it up
Not until you’ve had enough

And if you think you’ve got the guts
Then let’s take it outside
If you think your man enough
You really wanna knuckle up
If you wanna shed a little blood then let’s
Take it outside
Let’s take it outside

Cara thought dates were hard to come by before but with most of Opie’s brothers stuck in Stockton for fourteen months’ one on one time has become the thing myths and legends are made of; so, when Mary offered to take the kids for the night Cara and Opie jumped at the chance.

“Babe, you almost ready?” Opie’s voice drifts through the bathroom door and giving one last glance to the mirror Cara smiles.

“What do you think?” Cara asks pulling open the door and the way Opie’s eyes widen just slightly as they run the length of her she knows he likes what he see’s. 

“You uh-you going to be able to ride in that?” he asks as she smooths her hands over the dress.

“Baby,” she murmurs winding her arms around his shoulders, and thanks to the heels she’s sure she’ll regret later, she rubs her lips over his.  “you know I can ride in anything, that’s one of the things you love most about me, remember?”

“Mmm well this dress will certainly remind me,” he laughs as he grasps her ass with a wild palm giving a playful squeeze.

“None of that Mr. Winston,” she laughs wiggling out of his hold, “you keep that up and we won’t make it out of this house and I look too damn good to not show off a little bit.”


Forty-five minutes later they’re packed in tight at a little bar, music so loud Cara can’t even hear herself think, but with her Old Man so close to her, the smell of his aftershave and leather mixing together in a heady combination she couldn’t be happier. For the time being she isn’t worried about homework, housework, or the club.

It’s just her, Opie, and overpriced alcohol.

“Going to the bathroom, be right back,” Opie’s voice sounds in her ear and smiling she nods and watches him walk away, and when he disappears she turns back and gets the bartenders attention.

“Another Jameson and an Amaretto Sour please,” she says offering a smile and since she knows it’s going to be a while before her order is attended to she turns, bracing her back against the bar, eyes scanning the crowd.

She’s always loved being surrounded by people, and music; but when she met and fell in love with Opie Winston she was all to happy to give up weekends at the club for weekends with his kids, or at a different type of club entirely.

A soft tap on her shoulder draws her from her thoughts and turning she finds her drink order sitting behind her.

No sooner is the glass pressed to her lips before she feels the hand slip over her backside and eyes narrowing she knows it isn’t Opie. She whirls around, finding a clean-cut suit standing behind her, biting his lip as his eyes feast on her.

“You are gorgeous,” the man shouts to be heard over the music and rolling her eyes she shakes her head.

“Do you make a habit of just assuming you have the right to put your hands-on women you don’t know?” she asks keeping her voice cool as she steps away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs tucking a well manicured hand that she knows has never known an honest-days’ work into the pocket of his slacks. “An ass that gorgeous is just begging to be touched.”

“Neither my ass or I am interested…”

“Come on beautiful, we could have a good time,” he says leaning into her, pinning her to the bar.

Fire is just starting to bubble up in her blood and her mouth is starting to form the words to tell the stranger just where the hell he can go until she sees Opie stalking towards them. “You’re so fucked.”

The man is all but lifted from his feet as Opie drags him through the crowd and knocking back the last of her drink she follows close behind.

These days things have changed
A lot of talk
Lot of pushin’ and shovin’
Well if you wanna walk the walk

Let’s have some respect
Got girls in here
Just pay your tab
And lay down your beer and let’s take it outside
Take it outside

It’s man to man
Toe to toe
You know we need to go
We’re all here for a good time
But don’t start no trouble
‘Cause it won’t be the first time
I put a scar on my knuckles

Now brother I don’t mind
I’ll be glad to stomp your ass
But if both of us walk out that door
One of us ain’t comin’ back
Let’s take it outside

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are…” the man says straightening his rumpled suit.

“I’m her fucking husband that’s who I am,” Opie’s words are punctuated by every blow he lands, and to the suits credit he manages to get in a few blows of his own before he staggers dazedly, taking a few haphazard steps before falling to his knees, and she knows he’s had enough.

“Opie, that’s enough,” she says and because she recognizes the gleam in his eyes she positions herself between them. “He’s done Opie. It’s done.” The crowd grows and because she knows it’ll only be a matter of time before the cops show up she grabs his hand, tugging. “Come on.”


The door snaps open loudly as Opie lifts Cara from her feet so her legs can wrap tight around his waist, and moaning against his lips her fingers dig into his shoulder. 

He circles her through the house, hands and mouths feasting on each other until finally they’re in the bedroom. He drops her onto the bed and she can help the giggle that escapes her lips but her laughter is quick to disappear as she watches him shrug out of his Cut, pulling his shirt over his head, and when his hands drop to the button of his jeans she stops him, hooking her fingers in the waistband and tugging him toward her.

She stares up at him as she pops the button open, sliding the zipper down slowly, and when he springs free from his boxers she moans. She loves every delicious inch of him and to prove it she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, feeling empowered by the deep rumbling groans she draws from him.

She knows that she could easily finish him this way, and while she does enjoy it, that’s not what she’s after, not tonight.

Tonight, she wants to ride.

She gets to her feet and turning Opie she gently pushes watching the easy smile that comes to his lips when he lands on his back. She makes a point of keeping her dress in place but makes a show of losing her hands up her dress and sliding her panties down her legs. She straddles him, and when he slides between her slick folds, filling her inch by wonderful inch she moans.

His hands come up, cupping her hips as she rocks. Her head falls back, breath tearing in and out of her lungs as she feels herself drawing closer and closer to the edge; and when Opie sits up to bury his face in her neck she shatters against him.


The silence that’s hangs in the air between them is comfortable as Opie holds her hand up toying with the the thin silver band around her ring finger 

“Told you so…”

“Told me so what?”

“I told you I could ride in anything…”

P A R T Y (S H U T D O W N)

S U M M A R Y : “Aren’t you suppose to be the king of partying?” I asked with a smirk before taking a sip out of the red solo cup, “Well of course but I’ll shut this whole thing down to be with you.”

G E N E R E : Fluff + a small pinch of hinting smut (idk what to call it)

Originally posted by jjilljj

  Music had taken over the house as the smell of alcohol coming from the red solo cups held by the party guest filled my nose. Some had smelled fruity which made my mouth semi water as for other drinks smelled way too strong as if the person wanted to wake up the next day with a raging hangover.

“Hey stop making those faces.” My friend Yoobin had let her elbow poke my exposed side that wasn’t covered by my arms, “I’m not making any faces.” I shoot her glare, yet she doesn’t seem to threaten by it and drags me towards the drinks.

When arriving at the kitchen, it was filled with more party guest. Some had been talking or more like flirting as for the other half were already drunk and slurring their words to their friends who sat near.

“That’s gonna be you in a few.” Yoobin points to a girl with short dyed red hair who had been fighting her friends to get her clothes off and into the pool out back, “You mean you, right? I don’t drink much.”

“Tonight you will and I’ll make sure of it.”

“You sound so much like a guy trying to get a girl to drink so much that she allows him to sleep with her.”

The statement made Yoobin stare at me with a questioning gaze, however, she shakes her head and walks towards the drink table where I had followed her; “Y/N if I wanted a girl, I can easily seduce her without a drink.”

I chuckle at her words, “Keep dreaming about that kiddo.” Patting her back, Yoobin ignores my comment and focuses more on mixing a few drinks together in the two cups she had pulled out for us.

Taking the chance to look around the place, I couldn’t help but notice how freaky some people were already getting. Mostly by the poolside, but I refuse to give much detail about it.

As my face twisted in disgust, Yoobin elbows my side again  causing me to glare at the violet hair girl, “Do it again and I’ll drown you in the whiskey.” 

“I love that… The cause of death, drowned by whiskey but here.” She hands me the drink and I take a quick sniff. So far it didn’t smell bad like the others I had smelled before. Yoobin and I end up speaking with a few people who we had considered friends and joked around about her neighbors tried to seem ‘hip’ by using old slang no one used anymore.

In the midst of listening to others tell an absurd, Yoobin tilts her cup and speaks;

“I think your man wants you.” I follow her gaze, it had only led my eyes to the one and only   Kim Seokjin.

He was well known around the neighborhood for being amazing skyrocketing grades he received at school so of course, parents took a major liking to him. As for his reception with other students; people liked him for the exciting wild parties he held along with a few girls and boys who liked him for his good looks but Jin showed no interest in them.

To be truthful, Jin and I were seeing each other but in secret, since we both didn’t like a lot of people in our business yet I was sure people knew how Jin could never keep his eyes off me and I could never keep my eyes off him. I mean come on, Seokjin is handsome  worldwide handsome in my option.

However returning back to reality, Jin had smiled at me which had made me feel blessed that I could have a prince like him all to myself. 

“Go over to him Y/N. Don’t avoid your boyfriend.” Yoobin teases me, I take the chance to let my elbow hit her rib cage in which she yelps, “I’m not avoiding him…” A few ‘tsk tsk tsk’ leaves her mouth before she speaks again, “You guys are such a weird couple.”

I could only roll my eyes at her comment yet I sneak a few glances from Jin and he does the same. Half the night is filled with sneaky looks and drinks until I finally had enough alcohol in my system to go up to him which so happened to be in the backyard at the pool where not many people had been out.

“Well well… You finally come to spend time with your prince.” Jin automatically holds my free hand   pulling me close to him and for that, his lips dance upon mine. The kiss only last for a few seconds before he swipes his tongue against my lower lip and pulls away, “Had fun there.” Staring into his eyes Jin smirked, “You taste very sweet, let me taste.”

His points to the cup in my right hand, “Just one sip. No more.” I instructed, nevertheless Jin hadn’t listened and almost drank everything in the containment until I had pulled it away from his lips

“You didn’t follow my directions, “I whine, my lower lip pokes out which had caused Jin to pinch my cheek, “Ah I’m sorry princess.”

The nickname had made me smile as well with feeling a little hot to my face, “Hmm… Should I end the party a little early for you?” Hearing his questions stare at his features before answering;

“Aren’t you supposed to be the king of partying?” I asked with a smirk before taking a sip out of the red solo cup, “Well of course but I’ll this whole thing down to be with you.” His words alone make my heart flutter, “And what do you have planned for us Jin?”

“Hmm, we can relax and watch your favorite shows or movies. I’ll order whatever you want and if you allow me to..” Jin comes closer to the point his lips are near my ear as his left-hand rest on the lower part of my back as his right-hand slides further to ass in which he gives me a playful grab, “Have a little fun.”

I can’t help but laugh at his offer as he pulls away from after leaving a small kiss upon my ear even though my hair had covered it.

“If you shut it down then we will have to do a lot of cleaning up before getting any alone time.” I take a huge gulp from my drink before giving the rest to him, “We can clean it up fast enough or let the boys handle it.”

He refers to his group of friends that had been scattered around flirting with girls who threw themselves onto them.

Take a few seconds to stare them, I turn towards Jin and pull him down for a kiss. Having our lip interlock, I can taste the cocktail I had given which tasted way better off him but before anything got too wild  — I pull away from his lips, “Let them clean up. I want to get every single second with you.” I smirk devilishly and Jin smiles before giving me a quick peck;

“Anything for you princess.”

A/N : Ah I came back with another fic and again I hope you enjoy this. I write for my enjoyment, your enjoyment and everyone enjoyment. Don’t be afraid to request anything please <  3


Hi! This one is to remind you that YOU are beautiful and worth it, no matter what people say or believe. xx


ENJOY!! :)


Harry knew that was the last word to come up to your mind whenever you looked at yourself in the mirror. Every time you rolled your eyes at his compliments it got more and more evident.

His heart ached each time he saw you trying to avoid your reflection in the glass, in an attempt to not remember the untrue fact you had taken for granted. It hurted even more when you refused to let him take you a picture, always putting as an excuse you wouldn’t look good anyway.

He loved your smile

But you didn’t, you always covered it with your hands.

He loved your laugh

But you didn’t, you replaced the ethereal giggles with low sniggers.

And he hated it.

He couldn’t believe how the mean words of people who were nothing to you, could create such a hideous impact in the wonderful being you really were.

Nobody should do that, nobody in the world had the right to destroy somebody’s life like that.

You moved your eyes away from the book you were reading, feeling his intense gaze all over you “Is everything okay?” he stayed quiet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You’re so beautiful.” It was no surprise for him to see you roll your eyes as you told him to stop “Hey, don’t look away… I really mean it” you shook your head, sighing “Love, please… why can’t you see-” “Stop it! Don’t you think I haven’t tried to find anything worth it in myself before? I have, so many times… but there’s nothing Harry! not even a single thing. C’mon look at my face, look at my body-” Harry couldn’t resist anymore the sight of your eyes filling with tears as the words rushed out from your mouth. He cupped your cheeks, rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs “Calm love, don’t cry. You are so worth it, so beautiful. Let me show you please, let me demonstrate you why you should love yourself as much as I do” you closed your eyes, a tear sliding down the surface of your skin “Please” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You slightly nodded.

He pushed you delicately onto the sofa until you laid on it and he was straddling you “Where do I begin? there are so many things” you blushed, not used to that sort of words “Your eyes… they are gorgeous. Look at that sparkle in them. They say so much about you, about your kind soul” he placed a feather kiss on both of them.

His next stop was at your lips. He stared at them: its colour, its shape, its softness “Your lips are my favourite part, specially when they smile, when guffaws slip out of them” with his ringed index finger he began to trace them “You have no reason to be ashamed of your laugh or the way you grin, because it’s marvelous” the curvature at the corner of your lips gave a cheerful sensation to the boy “Lovely” he leaned to leave a slow, long kiss. His hands travelled to your hips and tickled the area making heavenly sounds escape your mouth “That’s the sound I’ve been yearning to hear for so long” he laughed along with you, filling the atmosphere in the room with your unique chuckles.

When the laughs ceased he looked at you straight in the eyes as he lifted your shirt, exposing your belly. You motioned to stop him, comfort walking out of your system. That was your body part you disliked the most. You reckoned It was repulsive, not worth of any love. “No, Harry-” “Shh” He slid down to spread pecks all over it “Your tummy is absolutely perfect” you flinched “No, it’s n-” “So cute and soft. The perfect pillow to fall asleep in” he nuzzled it.

“Wait here, I’ll be back. Don’t move!” the tattooed boy rushed out of the room and left you there thinking. A lump had made its home in the back of your throat as you listened to his loving words. You truly appreciated what he was doing, nobody before had tried to boost your confidence in such a sweet way. He was building a glint of optimism in you, something you hadn’t felt for what felt like ages.

Not too long after he returned, his curls bouncing slightly with every step he took. You looked over to see what he brought, finally finding one of your lipsticks wrapped in between his fingers. “What did you bring that for?” he returned to his straddling position “As words aren’t enough to you, I’m afraid I’ll have to “tattoo” them” you let out a shy smile, and before you could bury your face in your hands he was fast to stop you.

He got rid of your t-shirt and, for once in the last years, you didn’t feel uncomfortable. He positioned himself between your legs, in order to have better access to write all over your tummy “Your belly is… cute!” the next thing you felt was the cold tip of the stick tracing the word in your skin, the same happened after every word uttered “Pretty” “Lovely” “Stunning” “Alluring” “Sexy” the last word was accompanied by a smirk that brought redness all over your face. “Look at this, your tummy is filled of words that don’t even get close to how I feel about your body” He stroked all your curves and edges gently “However, there’s one word missing, the most important one. Could you refresh my memory?” You locked eyes with him, and for the first time in ages you meant it when you said “Beautiful.”  His green orbs filled with tears when he heard the word coming from you. You cupped his face with one hand and brought him closer, resting your forehead against his “Thank you baby, thank you so much” He kissed every single inch of your skin making his way back to your tummy, where wrote in capital letters the word, using your navel as the dot for the “i”.

He looked at you fondly under his eyelashes  “YN Ignore the comments despising you, never let shit like that take over your feelings. Beauty isn’t on the outside; beauty is in every little thing we do that makes us different from the rest, it’s in each of the imperfections that make us real humans. Perfection doesn’t and will never exist, and thank God it won’t because if it did the world would be a completely boring and plain place. Look, there’ll always be different opinions about you, as well as about me and the rest of the world’s population, but you can’t allow that to bring you down and make you think you’re not worth it… because you are.”

His words made you break down. You hadn’t realised you had been waiting to hear something like that all your life until that precise moment. You brought him to you by the hem of his shirt and wrapped your arms around him firmly “I love you so much Harry. There aren’t enough words in the world to tell you how thankful I am right now.” He kissed the top of your head dearly “Y/N I just want you to love yourself as much as I do. I’ll be here, by your side, through the entire time it’ll take you to learn how valuable you really are”

Your hands found each other, fitting perfectly, as if they were made just for that activity. Such a simple action carried with it love, support and commitment.

“Love, don’t you ever forget, despite everything and everyone, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”

Destruction from Habits (M)

Originally posted by chimchams

Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 7.3k
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae

A/N: so you guys might have noticed I haven’t been postin’ but that’s because I was working on this, so enjoy!


During the season of winter hid the warmth of the sun as it tries to claw its way through the clouds after the showers of rain or the coldness from the breeze. The tips of your noses turned a vibrant pink when you stayed outside for too long and your fingers attached to your hands numbing from the lack of blood rush. It was around the time of year where you could wear your sweaters and stylish boots without having to feel hot and exhausted from the sun’s ray of heat or use up to three fluffy blankets to cover yourself from the cold. Family time was important, spending days ranging to talking about life or folk talks from long ago.

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crowswillfly  asked:

"Do not cross this line." with KuroKen? 😊

Everything for you babe;D So here is some cheesy KuroKen for @crowswillfly <3 Hope you and everyone else enjoys it :D


Kenma closed his eyes in pleasure when he laid his hands around a warm cup of tea. There was nothing better at a rainy day than putting on some comfortable sweatpants, fuzzy-socks (the black-cat ones Kuroo that dork has given him as a present) and one of Kuroos way too large sweaters. His two-colored hair was still a bit damp from the shower he had taken a few minutes before.

It had rained all day and the moment Kenma reached his and Kuroos shared room he had thrown his wet clothes in the bathroom, put his backpack and shoes in front of the heater and jumped under the shower.

Now Kenma leaned on the kitchen counter, slowly sipping on the hot drink and just enjoying being warm when the door to their room suddenly burst open.

“Uhh it’s so cold outside.” complained a completely drenched Kuroo and shook his head, small water drops flying everywhere which earned him a small frown from his boyfriend.

“You’re dripping.” welcomed Kenma the older teen and threw a towel at him. Kuroo caught it easily and quickly dried his hair which looked more crazy than usual after, but Kuroo didn’t even try to tame it.

“Just a “You’re dripping”? No welcome-back hug? Kenma you’re just as cold as the weather!”

Kenma only raised an eyebrow at his lover dramatic act and continued sipping his tea while watching Kuroo freeing himself from his wet scarf and jacket. Even under the jacket his clothes were wet and sticking at his skin, not that Kenma would complain about that.
It was a nice sight after all.
But he was a bit worried that Kuroo might catch a cold and a sick Kuroo was an unhappy Kuroo and unhappy Kuroo was a pain to deal with.

“Come on, give your boyfriend a huuug~.” Kuroo spread his arms and stepped closer but the smaller teen hissed at him.

“Do not cross this line.” said Kenma sourly and nodded towards the entrance of the kitchen. No way in hell he would let Kuroo hug him like this. He was all warm and cozy right now and didn’t want his lover to ruin it. One hug and Kenma could change his clothes again not to mention that Kuroo probably felt like an ice cube.

“Aww but why?” asked Kuroo with a whine but Kenma could see the devious gleam in his eyes.
That idiot was playing with him.

“Because you are wet and cold and I won’t let you hug me like this until you wear actually dry clothes.” answered Kenma with wary eyes as he watched his boyfriend stepping closer.

“Is that a challenge?” Kuroo smirked and made another step in Kenmas direction, leaving a small trail of water behind him, Kenmas frown deepening by seeing that.

“Kuroo, no.” said Kenma and tried to act calm as his lover crept closer, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Kuroo yes.” Kuroo smirked and Kenma shivered. He knew that look all to well. He would definitely not like what comes next.

Kenma quickly put his still half-filled cup down before turning to leave the kitchen as soon as possible but a hand grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled him back. Before Kenma could do anything he was already pressed against a board chest, strong arms circled around him, holding him in place. Just as he had thought, the moment Kuroo hugged him the cold hit his back as it was pressed against Kuroos front.

“I hate you.”

“Ahhh don’t be like that Kenma.” Kuroo had a shit-eating grin spread on his face and pulled his boyfriend closer, leaning his head on Kenmas shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He chuckled when the smaller teen raised his arm to wipe the slobber from his face and the disgusted expression he wore while doing it.

“Don’t you think it is time to show your boyfriend a cute smile?” Kenma stiffened when he felt one of Kuroos hand wander downwards and slowly slipping under the sweater while the other still hold him close and trapped against his lovers body.

“Stop it.” ordered Kenma but his breath hitched when cold skin grazed his hips under the sweater, thanks to his low hanging pants. Kuroos grin widened as he felt Kenma pressing closer against him to avoid his cold fingers. Kenmas reactions were always too adorable.

“Seems like I have to cheer grumpy cat here a little up.” Kuroo let his head stay on Kenmas shoulder as he started to caress the teens side with his fingers while speaking.

Kenma bit softly on his bottom-lip, trying to fight against a shy small smile that wanted to appear on his face. Kuroo knew how to touch him to create the worst tingling feeling on his skin and Kenma hated and loved him for that. A small breathy snicker made it past his lips when Kuroos hand brushed against his lowest rib and he quickly pressed a hand over his mouth to suppress it but it was too late. Kuroo had heard it already.

“What was that? Was that maybe a chuckle I heard?” Kuroo gasped in fake-surprise which lead to Kenma rolling his eyes at him but then the blond teen suddenly bucked and giggles purred out of him. Kuroo grinned and his fingers doubled the speed with which they tickled up and down the sensitive ribs his boyfriend.

“Look at that! Grumpy Kenma can laugh. What a surprise!”

“K-Kuhuhuroo” protested the gold-eyed boy and jumped at the cold feeling but also because it tickled so much when Kuroo dug his long fingers between his rib-bones and Kenmas spine ached forwards in reflex. “A bit squirmy today are we?” teased the older teen and enjoyed the adorable little noises his lover made as he tried to hold back his laughter but then it just broke out of him and he ended in a small silent giggle fit. Kenma never had a loud laugh, it were always silent snickers or breathy giggles but for Kuroo that only made the smaller teen so much more adorable and he could listen endlessly to these happy little noises.

“Pleahahes dohohon’t.” Kenma felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment as a small squeak made it past his lips when Kuroo tiled his head to the side and nibbled on his throat, leaving small kisses and pushed his cold nose against Kenmas hairline. When he blew a raspberry right against Kenmas neck the smaller teen collapses in a heap of gentle but hard laughter and together with Kuroo he fell to the floor.

Kenma landed on top of Kuroo and he looked straight into a pair of mischievous hazel-colored eyes with amusement glimmering in them.

“I made you smile.” Kuroo grinned winningly at him and Kenma sighed. Why does his lover had to be such a dork?

“I’m wet because of you. And cold.”

Kuroo only laughed at that and probed himself up on his elbows so he could get a bit closer. Their lips met and this time Kenma didn’t protest about the cold because the kiss made him feel really warm again.

holy sh*t guys i really need some help!!!

Short story:
my mother is the queen of impulse purchases. Seriously. Its the worst thing. When we went to pick up my 40 gallon tank last month and I had to spend 45 minutes talking her out of buying a parakeet for my grandma. (yes, mom, grandma DOES like birds but shouldn’t you ask her first? no, mom, it needs a bigger cage. PLEASE MOM dont get her that bird)

In the past she has impulse purchased glofish, dogs, guinea pigs, hamsters, ferrets, and ALMOST sugar gliders (until i told her they will pee on you).

Needless to say I’ve been working her over for YEARS. She is definitely getting better about it. It’s been a couple years since her last purchase (the glofish that i now “rescued” from my fam). She also has this horrible habit of listening to the petsmart/co/land employees and believing what they say is correct (how we ended up with hamsters and ferrets).


well today

she comes home with a familiar plastic cup filled with water. and as soon as i recognized it my heart sunk to depths deeper than i knew were possible.
“look honey!! i knew youve been wanting a betta fish and your coworker never got back to you, so i got you one!! its black because i know you like black and white… they didnt have black and white bettas but they had this black one. he does have a bit of red on himn is that ok? those stupid petsmart people tried to tell me they can live in the cup forever, but i knew better and i told them you had a 20 gallon and they said it was too big…” she went on and on… she is quite proud of herself.

meanwhile im thinking: i knew i shouldve gone with her to petsmart this morning. she cant be trusted by herself.

she means well but jesus my new tank isnt even cycled yet since i restarted it and i dont have food either and she just GOT ME THIS BEAUTIFUL BLACK AND RED BABY THAT I LOVE SO MUCH

i cant ask her to take it back. i love my mommy and it was really nice of her to think about me but i will feel guilty beyond measure if i ask her to take it back. and she will be sad. i knoowww she shouldn’t do this and ive talked to her about it again… for the second time this year… but thats all long term concerns… as for now…

WHAT THE HECK DO I DO?! many water changes daily while my tank is still cycling?! will that be okay? i know all the rest of the care stuff- food, temps, etc. but what do i do about the tank?!


also hes very pretty. ill post pictures when i have a moment.


Wrapped Around Pt. 1 (Usnavi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,395

Warnings: Angst, Swears

Authors Note: Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while! Now I’m back at it again with the requests! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF MY STORY, OR WHATEVER ELSE YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT :) not my best story but I’m easing back into it.

Request: 192, 245 and 311 w/ Usnavi?

 -“If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” 

- “What did I ever do to you?”

 -“Please don’t cry.”

Part 2


You woke up to the loud rattling of the NYC streets, still wrapped in Usnavi’s arms. You smiled slightly before moving his arms to face him. “Babe” you whispered, poking him. Nothing. God he was such a heavy sleeper. You gave him a soft peck on the nose and he stirred. ‘I see how it is.’ you thought. You smirked as you placed your lips onto his in a heavy kiss, tongue in his mouth. You moved on top of him so you were straddling him. He started to kiss back, only realizing a moment later what was happening as his eyes shot open. “Good morning.” you say moving back from him. His face bright red, he used his hand to rub his eyes. “Morning.” he said sheepishly, giving you a bashful grin. You couldn’t help but laugh. You two had been going out for a few months and Usnavi still got embarrassed easily. You slipped out of bed and made your way to the closet. You turned around only to see Usnavi looking at you up and down. When his eyes met yours he blushed once more. “Stop blushing and get dressed.” you said giggling. It was nice to know he mooned over you, it felt like you had him wrapped around your finger. He groaned loudly before rolling out of bed. He came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours. “Do we have to?” he asked. “Yes, unless you want to live on the streets of New York City.” you replied wiggling out of his grasp to slip on a dress. He groaned once more before finally getting dressed. “You don’t have to come with me. I’m sure you have better things to do on a Saturday morning.” Usnavi clarified. “Better things to do than hang out with my hot boyfriend? I don’t think so.” you replied brushing your hair. “Wha-did-yo-…Did you just call me hot?” he croaked out. You laughed as you looked at him through the mirror.

Once at the bodega, you sat on the counter while Usnavi wiped the counters. “You’re gonna have to get down miss.” he joked as he made his way over to you. You gave him a fake pout before reaching at his head, grabbing his hat. You slid the hat on your head and stuck your tongue out. “Naughty, naughty.” he said shaking his head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Do something about it.” you said suggestively, raising an eyebrow. Your lips were just about to touch when the door opened causing you to jump off the counter. “God guys, get a room.” Sonny groaned as he walked into the bodega. Usnavi rolled his eyes before tossing the rag at Sonny. “Because you decided to show up 30 minutes late, you can wipe the counters.” he said heading to the back room. You awkwardly followed him there, trying to ignore Sonny’s knowing looks. You handed back Usnavi’s hat, flattening your hair. “You look good it in.” he said shoving his head into his hat. You smiled at him, leaning into his chest. “You ain’t got no skills!” someone exclaimed. You laughed at Benny’s signature entrance before heading out to see him. “Benny!” you exclaimed giving him a high five. You and Benny were best friends from high school. Usnavi gave you a possessive kiss in front of Benny. You slightly rolled your eyes at that action, you knew Usnavi was always jealous of Benny. He swore that he was into you. “Are you guys going to the club later tonight?” Benny asked once Usnavi moved behind you. “What’s the occasion?” you asked. He looked at you questioningly, stealing glances behind you to Usnavi. “Didn’t you hear? Vanessa’s coming back.” Sonny said filling out a slurpee cup. You slightly tensed at her name. Usnavi put an arm around your waist and gave you a reassuring squeeze. Vanessa was Usnavi’s ex. Things hadn’t worked out when she left for Manhattan, that was when you stepped into Usnavi’s life. “I mean I dunno.” Usnavi said looking at you. You knew he wanted to go, he wanted to resolve how he had left things off and you understood. You forced a smile and looked up at him. “You can go if you want to.” you said. “No, it’s fine.” he said trying not to hurt you. “Usnavi, I know you want to go. You can go. It’s fine with me.” you say more sincerely now. “Come with me?” he asked knowing it was a stretch. “Nah, I’m ok. I have some essays to write for class anyways.” you say. It wasn’t a complete lie.

You sat on the couch reading as Usnavi got ready to go out. He came out of the bedroom in a big red button down. “How do I look? Do I still look hot?” he asked with a smirk. You put your book down to give a glance. “Didn’t I tell you that I hate that shirt last time we went out?” you said laughing. You made your way over to him and began to tug at the loose parts of the shirt. He laughed with you. “Yeah you did, that’s why I’m wearing it.” he said. “What do you mean?” you asked confused. “I need to look bad so nobody gets with me. I’m reserved for a special someone.” he said nudging you. You laughed harder and looked at him. “Yes, yes you are. Don’t forget it.” you said sternly, joking with him. “Yes ma’am.” he said as he saluted. You gave him a push on his chest and walked over to your coat stand. You tugged his signature hat off, and placed it on his head before giving him a quick peck. “Don’t do anything stupid. please.” you cautioned, your voice cracking at the end. “You know I don’t have feelings for Vanessa anymore.” he said giving you a longer kiss to prove his point. You smiled as he waved to you before heading out the door.

“Hey man.” Usnavi said making his way to the bar, sitting by Benny. Benny handed Usnavi a shot, which he gratefully took. “How have things been with you and Y/N?” Benny asked. “They’ve been really good.” Usnavi replied. “I’ve never met anyone like her, and I’m never gonna let her go.” He said, putting his guard up slightly. Benny caught on. “Relax man, I won’t steal her from you.” He chuckled at how protective Usnavi was of you. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick.” Benny said getting up. A buzzing made Usnavi look down onto Benny’s bar stool. Benny’s phone layed there buzzing obnoxiously. Usnavi went to answer it when he flipped the phone over to see your name lighting up the screen. Why were you calling Benny and not him? He tugged his phone out of his pocket expecting calls from you but there were none. His hand slightly clenched Benny’s phone before he put it back on the bar stool. Was he crazy to be this jealous? He motioned for another round of shots from the bartender, and drank all of them within a few minutes. He slammed his hand on the bar, and got up. He was going to have a good time forgetting you.

You sat at the table trying to write your essay when your phone rang, you anxiously picked it up. “Benny! I’ve been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes. Where are you?” you said into the microphone. “Sorry. I misplaced my phone.” he mumbled. “What do you need?” he asked. “Is Usnavi ok? I knew he wouldn’t pick up if he was too drunk.” you laughed. “Actually, he’s really drunk and for some reason won’t listen to me. Can you come and get him? I don’t think things will end well if he’s here for another minute.” he asked.  You sighed getting up, and grabbing a parka. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” You knew Usnavi when he was drunk, it was like he was a different person with a shot of alcohol. Not expecting what trouble he was in, you took a taxi to the club worried to death. After digging around the people of the club you found Usnavi slung over somebody. You moved closer only to wish you hadn’t. He was slung over Vanessa, red kiss marks over his lips and neck. Benny made his way over to you. “Hey Y/N…” he began before his eyes followed to what you were staring at. “Oh shit.” he said rubbing your shoulder. “I know you probably hate him, but please get him home safe.” He said. It didn’t matter how much you hated him, you didn’t know if you could live with yourself if he got hurt. You swallowed your feelings and stood stiff while Benny called Usnavi over. Usnavi made his way over to you stumbling over his feet. “Heeeyy babbee.” he said a smile on his face. You slightly cringed and took Usnavi’s arm and slung it over your neck. “Thanks.” Benny mouthed before you dragged Usnavi out of the bar. You stood out in the cold NYC air as you tried to hail a taxi. “Mmmmm, you look good in this.” Usnavi complimented, his hand tugging at your parka. You didn’t respond, in fact you didn’t even turn to look at him. You thought if you looked at him you would lose it. Break down crying in the streets like a maniac. “Baaabeee” Usnavi whined, needing attention. You hailed a taxi and shoved him in the back seat while you climbed into the front seat. You sat looking out the window at the passing lights. You thought back to the past few months you had spent with Usnavi. The amount of times he had said he was over Vanessa, it was all a lie. You didn’t want to know what else he had lied about. The times he said he loved you, how you looked beautiful, how you were the best thing that happened to him. How were you supposed to react if that was all a lie. The taxi driver pulled up to your shared apartment and you paid him. You reluctantly got out of the taxi and opened the back door. Tugging on Usnavi’s arm you yanked him out of the taxi.

Once in the apartment you tossed him on the sofa, making your way to the bedroom tears beginning to fall. You needed to sleep, you needed time to think about what was going to happen tomorrow. “Baabee wait.” he called. You heard him get up and follow you. He tugged on your wrist and you faced him, tears falling down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he said moving a hand up to your face. You slapped it down and a shocked look emerged on Usnavi’s face. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.” you said using your own hands to wipe the tears. “Why are you like that?” he asked. “Why? Why am I like this?” you rose your voice. “Let’s see.” you used your fingers to wipe at the red smudges on his face. You brought the fingers up to his face. “This. What the hell is this?” you began to scream. Usnavi’s face became red, realizing he was caught. “I saw you” you sniffled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, alcohol giving him an override of confidence. “What do you mean you don’t know? I saw you with my own two eyes all over Vanessa.” You began to cry harder. “What did I ever do to you?” you bawled. “I know you and Benny have a thing.” he said, his breath reeking of alcohol. “You know I don’t have feelings for him. I told you that. You told me you were over her though. You aren’t over Vanessa are you?” you sobbed in his face. “Can you stop crying in my face?” Usnavi shot back, annoyed that you refused to admit to being with Benny. “Answer my damn question and I will.” you say, unable to stop the fat tears from falling. “Maybe I’m not.” Usnavi said, calmly. The fact that he was so casual about this made you feel enraged. You pounded on his chest with your fists, tears falling harder now. “How dare you waste my time.” you cried as you drew yourself back. He just gave you a shrug. You sobbed harder. “I trusted you.” you cried. “Well then you can’t exactly blame me can you? It was your mistake.” he replied a smug look on his face. You stumbled back, processing his words. He wanted to hurt you like you had ‘hurt’ him. He had you wrapped around his finger. You just crumbled there, in the middle of the living room. Your knees gave out and you fell to the floor, hands barely able to keep you up. You heard Usnavi move towards the door. “Where are you going?” you managed between sobs. “Why do you care?” he slurred out. His hand hit the door knob. “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” you cried, still on the floor. His hand paused, and your heart stopped. His hand resumed and swung open the door. At that moment, your heart shattered into a million pieces. You cried harder, and somewhere from crying you fell asleep.

Usnavi opened his eyes when he realized he was extremely uncomfortable. When he moved, a bashing migraine caused him to stumble back. He slowly peeled his eyes open to examine his surroundings, expecting you to be next to him. Instead he was greeted by the hard floor and the apartment stairs in front of him. He was sat there, leaning on your apartment door. He hurried to get up, confused as to what happened the previous night. He began to pound on the door calling your name.

You awoke to the pounding of the door, still in a ball on the floor from last night. Your eyes were puffy from all the crying, and your hair a disheveled mess. You swung open the door only for your heart to get caught in your throat.

Usnavi stared at you, all the events of last night flooding in. He opened his mouth to speak.


I have a probably angsty Drarry prompt where Harry’s like putting on his shirt or something so Draco see his bare back or more specifically the scars on his back and he knew the Dursleys were shitty but not abusive and they end up taking about how Harry got each (or some of) his scars. I mostly see this as Harry being either almost numb or really emotional and Draco holding back anger and tears and trying you be strong but if you think that’s not good you can change it.

Hohohohohohhoho yes



sorry for being a piece of shit and taking so long and thank y’all for being so patient i love you all

warnings: mentions of abuse

its queer, is FINALLY here

sophie xx

The water that fell on Harry’s back scorched his skin to the point where it was barely pleasant, but it kept him awake. He had been running only on pumpkin juice for the past three days and merlin forbid it if he fell asleep again, letting the nightmares seep through his reality and encase him in sleep.

Every time his vision started to go blurry, he could feel the claws of sleep wrapping themselves around him, pulling him further and further into a lulled state of false relaxation, attempting to drag him back in.

If he could wake up from the nightmares, perhaps things wouldn’t seem too bad, the nightmare would pass and he could fall back into a peaceful slumber knowing those beefy hands were all the way back in Little Whinging, along with the talons that accompanied them.

The problem was, he never woke up.

It stayed with him for days on end to the point where Ron might wave his hand a little too close to Harry’s face, and he would begin to hyperventilate, anxiety and fear settling over him like the lid of a coffin, stifling and final.

The first time Draco saw Harry do this, he had assumed that someone had mentioned something about You-Know-Who, which set him off, but eventually he realised that there seemed to be no correlation between Voldemort and Harry’s panic attacks, in fact he seemed almost calm when the terror was mentioned, whereas everyone’s eyes seemed to widen in fear and their breath would hitch dangerously.

Harry had slowly turned the tap off of the shower, perhaps unconsciously due to how his gaze snapped towards the now dripping shower head, which had left him cold and without any sort of warning of the ceasing flow of water.

He sighed, and reached for the towel which he had draped over the rod which supported the shower curtain, and yanking it towards him with vigour, for someone so tired he seemed to have an excess of energy.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, and gently stepped out of the shower onto the small mat at the foot of the basin.

His clothes were left in a pile at the corner of the room, crumpled and now slightly damp due to all of the humidity in the air, which hung like a threatening mist just above the tips of Harry’s hair

He leaned against the edge of the basin which only just supported the full weight which he seemed to have left to rest upon the inanimate object.

He sighed and let his head fall into his hands, and rubbed away the sleep which had accumulated in his eye. He rubbed his face, the stubble which he hadn’t bothered to shave gently scratched his hands, reminding him of how he must look to everyone save himself. The boy who lived, probably looked like death warmed up.

A crash sounded outside, snapping Harry out his dazed state.

A scream, the hoot of an own.

“Merlin’s beard!”

Oh gosh what had Draco done this time.

Harry ran out of the bathroom, almost slipping on the damp floor in the process, into Draco’s dormitory, where glass was lying shattered across the floor, seeming to have come what used to be a cup, perhaps filled with water?

On the table where the cup had sat, stood a proud looking snowy owl with a letter resting between her claws.

Harry sighed and removed the parchment from Hedwigs claws, giving the owl a small stroke on the beak before watching her swoop from the table through the door and into the Slytherin, followed by a pair of screams and a distressed wail.

Harry chuckled and sat on the bed, the letter resting between his forefinger and thumb, gently twirling back and forth before setting it down on the side table, and turning to walk back into the bathroom.

“What in Merlin?” a gasp sounded softly from behind him, making harry stop in his tracks, and turn to face Draco, who’s face had gone completely white, almost to match his hair.

His eyes were wide and he had his mouth hanging open slightly, his eyebrows were closely linked, almost touching and he had a look of total shock framing his face.

“Harry, who did that to you?” Draco whispered slightly, trying to catch sight of Harry’s back again.

Harry felt himself stiffen, thinking back to how he seemed to have neglected the luxury that was a shirt in the chaos of the previous moments. And without a shirt, Draco would be able to see his scars.

The small lines that littered his back were varying, from fresh to old, each of them covering him from neck to lower back, each of them a little reminder of how he shouldn’t behave.

Professor McGonagall was surprised that he hadn’t developed an obscurus at this point, due to how much he tried to repress his magic, but never tried to pry into why he seemed to try and repress his magic so much. She knew what happened back in Little Whinging, but never the extent of it.

Draco slowly walked towards Harry, still with a slight look of shock painted across his features, yet not twinged with something else, something that harry had come to know well, pity.

Harry simply stood in that same spot, glancing every so often towards Draco and back to the floor which he had begun to wish would swallow him whole.

Draco finally reached harry and cupped his cheek, guiding Harry’s eyes towards his, that now were completely immersed with confusion and pity, flicking from one of the green orbs to the other.

“Harry, who did this to you?”

Harry sighed.

Of course he knew that he would have to have this conversation with Draco at one point or another, it just was that he expected to be able to prepare a response before barging headfirst into his past, not have to deal with a rampant owl right after getting out of the shower.

He slipped past Draco and went to sit on the bed, the only noise in the room being the slight patter of wet feet padding along the floor.

Draco followed, and sat on the edge, only just close enough that, if necessary, he could get to harry if he needed to, but far enough to not stifle him.

Harry brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed them, waking himself up slightly, he really needed to sleep.

“The Dursley’s.” harry whispered.

Draco remained silent, encouraging him to continue.

“They didn’t like what I could do, how I did it or what I was, they just felt like… like it wasn’t normal, or wasn’t supposed to happen,” he took in a breath and continued.

“They would punish me whenever something happened, in small ways but it still hurt, the scars were usually from Aunt Petunia, her nails were long and if ever she caught me doing something i wasn’t supposed to be doing she would scratch me, and the scars were a result of that.”

Harry sat there, expressionless.

“It went away after i got my letter, scared i suppose, that someone would find out or that i could defend myself using magic, but after i got the hearing at the ministry because of illegal use of magic they went back at it. They weren’t scared anymore.

Draco was shocked, he had always known about harry’s dislike for his aunt and uncle, but never how badly they hurt him, he had always assumed that they weren’t the nicest but this was taking it to another level.

“And if ever i got out of hand,” Harry continued, “they wouldn’t let me eat, so the healing process wasn’t exactly the best, you need food for energy and energy to heal, and, i had none.”

Harry sat in silence, still looking towards the floor blankly, as if he expected it to do something but he had so far been let down.

Draco sat, letting the information settle, and connecting dots which had previously seemed unrelated. Harry’s panic attacks, how he always covered up, how he seemed to hate in when anyone mentioned his family or lack thereof.

Perhaps it was the fact that the information felt so sudden, or the fact that it made so much sense, but Draco felt speechless. All he could do in that moment was slowly scootch towards Harry, and rest his head on his shoulder.

The silence that surrounded them was not uncomfortable, yet not familiar to the two of them, with the soft sounds of conversation flowing from downstairs, as students chatted and laughed, yet in that room, the silence was absolute.

Perhaps the silence prompted it, or perhaps it was the small weight of Draco’s head resting on his shoulder, or even the lack of weight he felt on his chest, but whatever it was, it was a relief.

Harry smiled.

anonymous asked:

Im sorry if anything is closed or I'm bothering you, but... May you do the 1p nordics reacting to a usually calm and shy s/o screaming, "NOG ME UP DADDY!" When they're asked if they want some eggnog.

Denmark: His loud laugh would come immediately afterward. Mathias wouldn’t even be able to fill the cup.

Finland: Tino would only blush a little bit before filling your glass. He was just happy that you didn’t decide to have the outburst at a party.

Iceland: “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Emil would be high key disgusted and low key into it.

Norway: “Well, if you insist.” His smug smirk would send the s/o into a huge blush.

Sweden: He’d drop the eggnog and put his head in his hands. The s/o would immediately apologize as they watched Berwald blush.

Happy Holidays!!
Good Guy - Theo Raeken

“You’ve barely touched your drink Y/N, come on enjoy yourself” Lydia filled her own red cup with more alcohol. “When was the last time we had a night off?” She smiled and walked off, out of the kitchen.

Lydia had a point, since Scott introduced you to the supernatural world things had been crazy. One night off couldn’t hurt. You downed the remainder of your drink and poured yourself another one. Just as you were about to take another sip of your drink, none other than Theo Raeken appeared at your side.

“Woah, you might want to slow down there princess.” His arm snaked around your waist. You put your cup down on the counter and removed Theo’s arm from your body. 

“Well you might want to keep your hands to yourself.” You spoke sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes and giving him a big smile. Then you picked up your cup and confidently walked out of the kitchen. 

“Y/N wait!” Theo called after you, you laughed to yourself and walked up the stairs, away from the party but mainly away from Theo. That was until you heard him following behind you, you turned on your heels to face him.

“What do you want Theo?” He jumped back slightly and swallowed hard.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He took a step forward then it was your turn to take a step away from him. All the confidence you had was completely gone as Theo towered over you. You leaned back against the wall and Theo looked intensely into your eyes. 

“What do you want to talk about?” You spoke in almost a whisper. You both took a deep breath and you hadn’t noticed that Theo was standing so close to you.

“There’s been this thing that’s just been annoying me for a while,” You could feel Theo’s breath on your face. “I just feel like I’m drawn to you for some reason, I don’t know what it is but it feels like love.”

You stood frozen, your breath hitching in your throat. You had never seen this side of Theo before, the pack had always told you to steer clear of him but something was now drawing you to him.

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You watched as Theo’s eyes saddened slightly.

“Maybe tonight I can be the good guy?” Theo’s eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips and he closed the space between the two of you slowly and you let him, his hands were on your waist and his body was pressed against yours. The kiss felt amazing, you had never felt anything like it before. Theo pulled away painfully slow and you let out a small whine at the loss of contact. Theo smirked at you before gently pecking your lips. He rested his forehead against yours, “I think I love you.” 

You heart dropped into the pit of your stomach and for a second you forgot how to breathe. Maybe Theo wasn’t such a bad guy.