consumed with lust for a while

the next time i hear

“she’s gay”
“like ~fully gay or?”

i want a back massage, key lime pie, and 4 months of netflix paid for because i completely fully 100% like girls as a Bisexual the fuck. The implication that my attraction to women isn’t as whole is a bogus stale concept that can launch itself into the ocean for a lone giant squid to swallow and immediately puke because no living thing could actually consume that BS

Also while we’re on the subject, someone says someone is gay, don’t question it? Why is it women’s sexualities get put under a damn police interrogation whenever someone tries to say what they are. “I’m a lesbian” convo ends there. Don’t you dare try to imply they could possibly like men if they’re telling you they don’t because that is the same frame of mind that allows guys to think lusting after lesbians because they’re “a challenge” is ok like choke on an actual eggplant please

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a post about the parallels between the fire nation royal family and the SWT chief's family. Obviously I have some thoughts but I couldn't really formulate them well. I think it would be interesting to consider the similarities between the two families but also the contrasts

I understand completely why it’s difficult to articulate, because while all four family members have counterparts in the opposite nation, there are as many contrasts as there are comparisons, and subversions of what we might think is a parallel, but isn’t.

Ozai and Hakoda. Ozai rules over his family with an iron fist. He demands respect and longs for total control over everything and everyone in sight. His lust for power consumes him and leaves his family twisted and shattered.

Hakoda is the diametric opposite. Although Water Tribe culture could have led Hakoda to assert authority over his family as the head of his house, he didn’t; instead, he listens to and is proud of Sokka’s ideas, and lets Katara yell at him (quite disrespectfully, I might add) in order to release her pent-up emotions. While Ozai rules through fear, Hakoda commands his warriors through respect. Where Ozai is manipulative, Hakoda is cunning with inventions. And while his family quite easily could have been shattered by Kya’s death, Hakoda’s love for his children and their love for each other kept them united.

Ursa and Kya. These two are the most similar, and occupy virtually the same place in the story and their respective families. They are strong and determined mothers who sacrifice themselves to save their children from harm. After they’re gone, the children who look up to them the most have a difficult time dealing with their loss, and their families suffer greatly. It is important to note that this applies to the A:TLA TV show only, and not the comics. You can’t make the claim that Ursa “sacrificed” for Zuko if she spent all the intervening years in deliberate obliviousness to the suffering around her, living the life she’s always wanted to with the man of her dreams!

 Pardon me while I take a moment to let off some steam.


Azula and Sokka.

“But wait a minute, Araeph! Zuko is the older brother, so shouldn’t Zuko and Sokka be paralleled?”

Zuko and Sokka do have similar experiences throughout the show; however, they are not true parallels. Azula is the coldly logical (and yet creatively crafty) one of her family. Sokka is the strategist of the GAang, and the one who can see clearly past Azula’s strategic manipulation (if not her emotional one).  Sokka and Azula are also the ones with the most responsibility thrust on their shoulders, as Sokka feels pressure to be the “man of the house”, especially with his father away at war. Meanwhile, Azula faces so much stress for being the only child Ozai considers competent and the heir apparent to the Fire Nation that she develops an insidious strain of perfectionism that eventually tilts her world upside down. However, while Azula’s response to her father’s abuse is to regiment her firebending so that not even a hair gets out of place, Sokka absorbs his father’s ideas and praise like a sponge and gets the chance to stretch his creativity on pursuits other than warfare. As the privileged firstborn son, Sokka could have refused to listen to Katara and Suki or used his position in the tribe to try to gain more power, but he didn’t. He made a conscious choice to become a better person throughout the series, while Azula, despite her exceptional skills, never grew in such a way.

Zuko and Katara. Katara is the person who wields her emotions like a weapon, determined not to let anything stand in her way. Zuko is the same: he goes where his emotions tell him to, regardless of whether it’s the wisest course or whether it affects his personal safety. Both of them are very practical when the need arises but can be blown off course by an event that evokes their childhood trauma or their current state of cultural oppression (Katara) or abuse (Zuko). They are capable of enormous acts of kindness, but they also take their anger out on safe targets—not people with less power, but people who will see them at their worst and accept it (Sokka, Hakoda, Iroh, each other). Katara is the mighty bender of the SWT family, but her fighting style mirrors Zuko’s much more than it does Azula’s. Zuko’s bending is characterized by drive and determination, and one look at Katara trying to freeze the firebenders in Episode 2 alongside Zuko’s duel with Zhao in Episode 3 shows just how similar these two are. But since both of them began their journeys on opposite sides of the war, their challenges are different: Katara has to fight for the rights that she deserves, while Zuko needs to learn that he doesn’t have the right to be spoiled and have everyone bow to him just because of his lineage. Still, they’re alike in one more important way: they successfully learn to see the “enemy” as an ally, even a friend, and despite their childhood experiences or conditioning, they are both willing to embrace an element of change.

Shutting Down and Rebooting the Chakras

To begin with, let me say this isn’t literally shutting down your chakras. Shutting them down would mean dying.

However, each of our chakras run on a kind of affirmation or feeling. For example, people with type A personalities in high-powered jobs tend to have an overactive solar plexus chakra. They are full of energy and purpose but they derive it all from the job. That energy and purpose is dependent on job performance. This is why when people lose their jobs or experience unexpected career shifts, they find themselves in this terrible powerless place.

Their chakras were running on these shallow affirmations and aspirations. Because of that, their flow of energy was subject to the whim of samsara.

Booting down the chakras, therefore, means dropping your samsaric affirmations. After that, you boot up using dharmic affirmations. The difference between a samsaric affirmation and a dharmic affirmation is that a samsaric affirmation is subject to impermanence whereas a dharmic affirmation is not.

An example would be love. Some people depend on having a boyfriend or girlfriend in order to feel loving and loved. This means your heart chakra opens with this person and closes with their absence. This is why breakups can be so hard; love suddenly just vanishes. That is a samsaric affirmation of the heart.

A dharmic affirmation of the heart is to Love. The truth is that it doesn’t matter whether or not someone loves you. Because you don’t feel the love. If you are full of confusion, ignorance, and hate, no matter how much love is poured your way, it cannot touch you.

But if you are loving, if you love just to love, and open your heart to the present moment despite whatever it may contain, then that love depends on nothing. It fluctuates on nothing. Endless and powerful and rooted, this love will endure lifetimes.

The affirmations:

Shutting Down:

7: I am not uniting with a higher power.

6: I am not having special or unique thoughts.

5: I am not expressing my ego’s reactions.

4: I am not seeking love from anything else.

3: I am not executing my agenda.

2: I am not led by lust.

1: I am not consuming to justify my existence.

Booting Up:

1: I am here because the earth wants me here.

2: I am purposeful divine art.

3: I am what determines the world I live in.

4: I am love.

5: I am always a sincere expression of the moment.

6: I am honest with reality and observe without judgment.

7: I am Being.

Each number corresponds to a chakra. You start at the highest chakra, the crown, and work your way down. Then you start at the bottom and work your way up. Do this while sitting with back straight or lying down. Combine it with visuals of each chakra.

When done right, this is a solid wake up call to remember that we draw the energy of our existence from the cosmos itself and nowhere else.


Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut
POV: Second Person’s

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don’t even know how hard this was for me to write. I’m not used to this but I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn’t disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It’s sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he’s your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)


It’s a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica’s party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn’t be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should’ve just gone to the party tonight, especially since you’re home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you’re not really missing out on much. This party’s boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I’m wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There’s someone at the door.

You: Babe I’m scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

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We hate surrendering, yet we surrender ourselves to something every single day. Nearly everything else we give ourselves to will consume more than it gives back; it does not have our best interests in mind; it drains us. While surrendering to God is so difficult in the beginning, we end up sacrificing what we never needed anyway: the anger, unforgiveness, pride, ego, lust.
—  J. S. Park
A Hunter’s Demise - (M)

Genre; Smut 

Length; 700+ words

AU; Vampire!AU, Vampire Hunter!AU

Inspired by my Moodboard~

Originally posted by sugaa

They were bloodsuckers- maneating parasites that were less than human and turned whoever they didn’t bother to completely devour.
When you started the job with your partner- well best friend, Namjoon, the two of you started off killing off the wicked vermin that plagued the streets at night. You never knew it’d lead to this though; watching someone so dear to you die right before your eyes all because of ‘The Master’.

He was your target now. 

Though he was elusive, you managed to track him down by following one of his little minions as they brought him an offering. 
With your heart in your throat, you followed the being into what seemed to be this underground network of tunnels underneath an old run down building. 

Thinking back on your actions now that you were in some rather big trouble, you weren’t as careful as you thought. The creature you followed was bait- ‘The Master’ used him to lure you in knowing very well that you wanted nothing more than to take his life. 

You laid there on the large bed, squirming to get free from your restraints against the silk material. Biting down on the silicone gag, you let out a muffled scream followed by a series of incoherent curses as he slowly stalked over to you. 

Licking his lips, his bloodshot eyes loomed over your exposed form; grinning at the sight of your satin bra perfectly hugging your supple breasts while your lace panties accentuated your enticing hips. 
“Ahh,” Yoongi sighed, letting out a devilish chuckle while circling you, “My dear, sweet little hunter.” He purred, smirking; showing off his bloodied knifelike canines before lazily wiping what remained of his last meal. “You thought you were so smart, huh?” He calmly added, running his icy fingers along your calf before stopping just at your knee. 

“You should really learn how to be stealthier..” He jeered, adoring the way you wriggled the higher he touched. “It’s as if you wanted to be caught.” 
Your body betrayed you as his hand traveled higher, grazing your inner thigh; ghosting over your heating core while making his way up to your tummy drawing out one of your adorably mousy whines. “Mhmm, you sound so pretty. Do you like when I touch you?” 

Despite the subtle wash of euphoria you felt come over you, you immediately shook your head no in response; mumbling rage-filled curses while holding back the moans that longed to break free so badly.
Another chuckle escaped him as he climbed onto the bed beside you, “Why are you trying to lie to me, little girl?’ He asked in a low growl, tilting his head ever so slightly. Taking a deep breath as he lowered himself onto you, “I can smell you from here, I know you want me- Don’t fight it.” 

Your mind was in a heated battle with itself, part of you yearned for his frozen touch- to feel his plush lips against yours, but the other wanted to take his life just the way he did your best friend. 
His large hands ran up your thighs as he wedged himself between your legs while propping himself up on his knees. “Give in to me, and I’ll treat you like royalty..” He airily cooed, ghosting his mouth over your chest; inching his way up to your throat. “I’ll make you feel so good, little one..” 

Everything seemed to tingle the second his fangs dragged across your chest- his tongue following close behind them. 
“Mhmm..~” You whimpered, your sounds muffled by the black silicone ball as you harshly bit down on it; squeezing your eyes shut while trying to contain yourself. 

You can’t- You couldn’t.
He needed to die, he was evil- sin incarnate. 

Again, that chuckle of his escaped him; his cool breath brushing against your throat, sending chills circulating throughout your entire body. 
“Give in..” He purred once more, smirking while allowing his hands to trail down your body as you attempted to fight the lust that began to consume you. “You know you want to.. Don’t fight me anymore, my sweet hunter.” His fingertips began to tease your core, tracing over your clothed slit ever so slightly.

“Let your lust eat you up, then I promise I will too.” 

Might continue this- Just maybe~

Teen!Dean Drabble #2

Characters:  Teen!Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean’s first time

Warnings: sex

Originally posted by winter-hunters

Dean hesitates, his nerves getting the best of him. He has a feeling things are going to be going further with (Y/N) tonight. Things had been getting more hot and more heavy over the last few weeks.  

The last time (Y/N)’s parents were out for the night it had almost happened. They’d almost done it.

Dean decides he better play it safe, just in case. He listens to John in the shower - he’ll be in there a while. Sam’s at the library with his study group or chess club or whatever.

Dean quickly makes his way to John’s duffle and rifles through it until he finds what he’s looking for. He slips the shiny foil packet in his back pocket before slipping out the door.


He’s never done this before, but he’d never admit. (Y/N) has more experience than he does. Which makes him more nervous. What if he does it wrong? What if he - you know - blows his load early?

Dean tries to shove those nagging thoughts from his brain, focusing on being cool. On being collected. (Y/N) is straddling him on the blue and white checked couch in her parent’s living room. There are more important things to focus on at the moment.

He’s painfully aware of how his erection presses against the inside of the jeans. (Y/N) is grinding against him while they make out, his hands exploring her body. She tastes like sweet strawberries and it’s his favorite taste in the world.

Their kisses are sloppy and inexperienced, but it’s all consuming, the lust, the desire. Dean forgets his shyness and stops worrying about doing it wrong. He lets her guide him, listening to her body, following her movements, matching her.

(Y/N) pulls back from him, her cheeks pink. Her eyes sparkle, she’s so beautiful. “Dean, I want to…I’m ready…do you…do you have a condom?” she asks hesitantly.

Dean swallows hard and nods. (Y/N) stands and takes his hand shyly, leading him to her bedroom. Quickly, averting their eyes while also stealing glances, they strip their clothing.

Dean opens the small packet and rolls the contraceptive on. He’s never done this before and regrets not practicing. He plays it cool though, slipping into the covers as quickly as possible.

He feels jittery, half in disbelief that this actually happening. Dean covers his body with hers, propping himself up on either side of her. He worries that he might crush her with his larger frame.

He fumbles about for a moment before finding what he seeks. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself to go slow, not to seem too eager, not to move too fast.

And then he’s inside of her and he’s worried for a moment that he’s hurting her, because she makes this little sound he’s never heard before. When he moves, she makes more sounds, sounds that run right down his spine. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard.

It’s awkward and clumsy and sweet and right. Dean imagines this is what heaven feels like. To him, she’s perfect, for a brief moment he feels an emotion he’s unfamiliar with.  

He loses himself in her, she moves with him. He feels untethered, he feels free. His world expands, opening and unfurling, bringing him to a level of bliss he never thought possible.


Afterward, he lets himself be vulnerable. Maybe for the first time ever. He snuggles into her, kissing her skin, whispering in her ear.

All his life he’s been strong, he’s been in charge. He’s been thrust into roles he never asked for. He never lets his guard down.

But here, in the afterglow, he lets himself feel. It’s a pattern he’ll follow for the rest of his life, searching out women, making love to them, seeking comfort in their arms.

For a boy who grew up with so little tenderness, with so little simple affections and touch, this is almost better than the sex.  


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Ash’s Writing Challenge (3) - Little Red Riding Hood - This is the story behind Negan’s red scarf - [continued]

Negan x Female Reader

A/N:  This is a short story based on the Little Red Riding Hood. <33 This is a three part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash challenge xx I’m sorry this took forever to post I’ve been in a bad writing rut >.< –  Special shoutout to this beautiful soul @daintyunicorn for helping me out in my time of need <33  <– you guys…her work is FIRE, if you  haven’t checked out her stuff, her one shots are soo good, and ‘The Hills’ is one of my favorite fics!


The Wolf (1) || Masterlist

Originally posted by mypapawinchester


Beware the charm of men. 

Since you were a teenager, you were taught that no man looks at a woman with honesty. That the minute they lay eyes on you they are consumed by lust. They will use their wits to ease you into their trap and then devour your mind, body and soul the instant chance they get. Those words were implemented by your grandmother, and they lingered in your head as you sat down next to the handsome stranger. You were the last person that wanted to admit she was right, but you couldn’t ignore how unsettled you were. You glued your eyes to the deteriorating wood, admiring the fire dancing wildly atop of it. 

Noticing you avoid his stare, the man responded with a sigh and rested his forearm on his knee while extending his other leg out to get comfortable. “What happened to your group?” 

“Pardon me?” 

“You mentioned that you haven’t been on your own that long, which means at some fucking point you were with others. What happened?” 

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creep. pt.2

pairing: g-dragon/kwon jiyong x reader
rating: m (language, sexual content)
genre: angst, smut
pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, final


Originally posted by shirochoi

…I wish i was special. You’re so very special

Jiyong had locked himself in his studio for hours now. And while you first deemed it a wise decision to leave him be for now and let him work on his music to distract himself, you gradually began to worry.

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Scream For Me - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 900+ words

Kink(s); just some Exhibitionism/Hold the moan (for now)

Originally posted by jiminiephile

Sitting there with your boyfriend, Jimin, and his friends- the eight of you were just hanging out, trying to have a relaxing night after they had just gotten home from a pretty chaotic schedule. 

Cuddling up to Jimin, you laid your head on his shoulder while entangling your legs with his; covering the two of you up with the spare throw that was resting on the back of the couch. 
Turning to you, you could feel your boyfriend’s plush lips grazing over your temple, “Babygirl..” He sweetly whispered into your ear, his hand suddenly gripped your thigh while his blunt nails raked across your skin; sending bolts of electricity to radiate throughout your lower half. 

“Hmm?” You simply replied with a subtle nod, instinctively biting your lower lip as you tried to fight back your body’s reaction to his touch. 
As his hand traveled higher up, your core ignited as a tingling sensation circulated throughout your entire body. God, why did he have to do this now?

“Daddy wants you, kitten..” He smoothly purred, just a tad louder as he chuckled at how hard you attempted to block out how hot and bother he had already gotten you. Just as his hand got to your clothed core, he began to gently run the pads of his fingers along your front seem ever so slightly. 
Immediately all your half-assed efforts to fight your arousal melted at his gentle touch, “Do you want Daddy to touch you more, princess?” He asked with a mischievous chuckle. 

“Uh huh..” You whimpered as he gradually added pressure the longer he traced your covered slight. Opening your legs just a bit more, you sunk down on the couch- giving him more room to pleasure you. 
His hand gently cupped your crotch while he began to hook his fingers around the flimsy fabric, moving them to the side to feel your sweet essence coating your folds. 

The instant you felt his skilled fingers circling your entrance, a familiar tightness began to coil up in your tummy and without much warning he slipped two of his digits inside you with ease, deliciously pumping them in and out of you as buried yourself into his chest to hide your flushed face. 
Soon the lust you felt slowly consumed you; clouding your mind to the point where you either didn’t care or forgot about y’all’s friends sitting there not even a couple feet from the two of you. 

Gradually, Jimin picked up his pace- his slow and steady movements turned into a torturous onslaught in the span of a few seconds. Faint whimpers started to pour from you as his fingers curled and twisting inside you with each stroke. “Ji- Jimin..” You whined into him as you grasped his chest. 

Your boyfriend couldn’t help but let out a mischievous giggle as your shaky tone caught his friends attention. 
Namjoon smirked, his perverted self already getting an idea of what was going on underneath the covers. “Uh, Jiminnie- maybe you should take your girlfriend to bed.” He jeered, biting his plush lip as his eyes loomed over your contorting features. “She sounds like she needs to lay down.” 

“Yah y/n?” Hoseok suddenly called out to you, scooting over to your side as he remained clueless. “Do you want me to take you to bed?” He sweetly asked, obviously concerned about your health as he tenderly rubbed your bicep.  

Immediately you shook your head, still trying to hide the red flush that washed over your cheeks as your mousily turned to face him. “N- No..” You stuttered as your boyfriend kept his pace inside you; hitting your most sensitive spot each time he pumped his fingers into you. 
“I- I’m fi..” You added, your voice trailing off as your mind became clouded once more, that tightness in your core turning into a heavy build up of intense pressure. “Ji-Jimin let’s… let’s go to bed, ple- please..” 

Jimin let out another fiendish snicker as he listened to your little plea, biting his lower lip as he felt your velvet walls clench around his digits, “Alright babygirl.” He purred as he slowly removed his fingers from you; bring them up to his lips just to get a little taste of your sweet essence as he not-so-subtly swiped his tongue along them. 
“Let’s get you to bed, hm?” He cooed as he wrapped you in his strong arms, lifting you up with ease. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rested your head against his bicep waiting until you away from the others to speak. 
“God, you’re so bad-” You weakly giggled, sighing as that pressure inside you remained. “I thought you’d make me cum right then and there..” 

Your boyfriend just smirked, turning into the restroom instead of heading to the bedroom. 
“What are you doing?” You curiously asked as he set you down; closing and locking the door behind him. 

“Well, I wanted to test something,” He wickedly began as he gracefully placed himself not even an inch away from you; just ghosting his lips over the side of your face. “The boys are just right around the corner, you know that right sweet girl?” 

Chills circulated throughout your body as his hands gripped your hips the lower his lips went. 
“Uh huh..” You replied, pressing your lips together as he easily brought your arousal to an all time high.

“Good,” He playfully teased while his fingertips bruisingly pressing into you. “We’re gonna play a little game princess…” 

“Let’s see how much you can hold in before I have you screaming for me.. before you have everyone out in that living room knowing just how good Daddy fucks you.” 

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.1

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1973
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood
A/N: This is my first attempt at an AU and my second at a series! Celebrating Halloweenie time with monster fics. 🎃💀👻
I really hope you guys like it. Feedback is always appreciated.

Click HERE for a little more character information.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Title Inspiration: Heathens by Twenty One Pilots
Also, this honestly all started because of this damn picture. (Credit not mine)

Thankfully the rain had let up significantly by the time you parked your car at the bottom of the long walkway having reached your destination. Warm hues of orange and purple cascaded in the sky as the sun set in the distance, casting a soft glow over the large residence ahead. Grabbing only your umbrella and travel backpack, you walked for the remainder of your journey. Raindrops continued to pelt gently against your umbrella as you smiled warmly up at the towering manor ahead of you. It had been almost 3 months since the last time you were here and that familiar sense of security had crept up on you again. As unconventional as this place and it’s inhabitants were, this would always be your home.

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(adj.)  of, resembling, or relating to twilight.

Gif belongs to myloveseokjin


Words: 3.3K

Genre: Vampire AU, smut, fluff, angst

Summary: Longing looks and stares can only suffice him so much, when will he take matters into his own hands?

A/N: My first actual fan fic ever :) I decided to switch this fan fic from my side blog to my main blog, for those who havent read this before I hope you enjoy :)

He watched you walk to school every day, he saw the way your hair swayed back and forth and feet quickened with every sound that broke out behind you. The cars rushing past you, the loud shouts of workers on the street and even the birds chirping up in the trees. Only then did he speed his way into an overcrowded hallway in the building on the University’s campus that was three miles away. It didn’t take longer than ten seconds to get there with his vampire speed and all.

You were maybe ten minutes away from campus, walking never bothered you, you’d rather walk than drive the simple three miles it helped you stay active throughout the day and you didn’t want to waste gas. You were running late as is and groaned upon stopping at another crosswalk, the big red hand telling you to stop and wait. Your hand came up to the button and you pressed it rapidly. “You know pressing it once would probably do the trick.” A tall boy who stood a few feet from you said. You turned from your rapid button pushing and saw him, he was a good amount of height taller than you, he had a very light blonde hair which went well with his pale skin and his eyes contrasting to his light skin and hair were very dark, almost black because you could barely see the sliver of brown in his eyes.

You had to catch yourself from staring at the boy because it must’ve looked like you were checking him out. You straightened your posture and tightened the three books you had in your arms to your chest. You just nodded and looked back at the cars passing in front of you. “Ah don’t like to talk, that’s alright.”

“I’m late, I have no-” The minute you turned your head back to the boy he was gone. Spinning around in all directions to see where he could’ve gone, but he was nowhere to be seen.

A loud beep brought your attention back towards the crosswalk, the little white symbol to walk appeared and you hustled your way across the street speed walking towards the campus.

Yoongi always wanted to be there before you got to school, making sure you got to class okay, not running into any of the snobby girls that liked to mumble comments just loud enough for you to hear and he just enjoyed watching you. You fascinated him, every little thing that you did interested him and he wanted nothing more than to actually get to know you, it was only a matter of perfect timing to do so.

He had classes with you, three to be exact. He didn’t bother going to his other two classes, he only cared about being near you, plus the material wasn’t anything he’s never seen before. He being a vampire does allow him to learn quite a few things. He’s learned that you like to read, you spend most of your time studying in the library and you walk from your apartment to school every day. He remembered first seeing you as well, that memory always plays back in the back of his head, though it was only a few weeks ago he still thought about it a lot.

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You Can’t Kill Him

Originally posted by inthenameofodin

Ivar x reader

Warnings: dubcon, blood, ownership, Season 5 Ivar owns your ass, brief shitty father/daughter relationships for the sake of the shitty, non-existent plot oops, smut smut smut!!

Words: 1,869

Tagging: @inthenameofodin (just blame her for this shit), @synnersaint (season 5 dominant Ivar time girl) @ivars-heathen (you seemed to like that season 5 Ivar post, sister, so heeeere you go) @whenimaunicorn (this might be right up your alley ;)) 

Notes: don’t get your hopes up, this is a mess, a hot, sexually frustrated for three days straight I just need to write a fuck load of hot smut out to get over it and maybe get revenge in the process, kind of mess. Enjoy!

“… Ivar the Boneless; you can’t kill him!” Your father, the King, had exclaimed with a hearty yet cold chuckle. Ivar the Boneless had become a common topic, whispered about the court recently; he had landed in your kingdom and the heathen was slowly destroying every one of your father’s armies, one by one.

Your father had long given up hopes of ever defeating the mad man now; his advisors were urging other plans upon him but the King had made up his mind. He wanted peace. You were disgusted by his decision to bend to the heathen’s will. Yet, what a man Ivar the Boneless must be; you can’t kill him; you wondered if that was true; you longed to find out.


Most of the fierce and repulsive warriors now sat in your father’s hall. Laughing, choking down as much food as they could get their filthy hands on and talking quite loudly over each other. They closely resembled wild animals. Ivar the Boneless though, had been seated next to you, for some ungodly reason and you sat frozen as he did nothing but let his threatening and hungry gaze continue to linger over your form.

You felt a hand roughly grab ahold of your thigh all of a sudden. You jumped and turned to face the heathen King that held up his goblet to toast you with an absolute, devilish smirk. He downed what was left in his cup and his hand began to move up your thigh and over your cunt. You instinctively grabbed the wandering hand to halt it entirely. His eyes grew dark; actually warning you to let him continue groping you. He leaned in close, his imposing figure looming over you now; you felt disgusted with yourself as your body greatly longed for him to continue touching you like this. Him, Ivar the Boneless, the famous, fearless and fear-mongering heathen and calculating commander. He also happened to be very pleasant to look upon. You released his hand then, wondering exactly how he had the audacity to feel up the King’s daughter right in front of him. You didn’t linger on the thought too much longer as you shamelessly sat back and basked in the pleasure Ivar was secretly and very inappropriately providing for you under the table. He continued to touch you, like he owned you, as well as the whole world.

You tried to conceal it, but you couldn’t halt your gasps and moans as he continued to expertly explore your cunt with his fingers. Your head was thrown back as he continued to take you to your absolute peak. Never taking his eyes off of you all the while. Many people of the court began to look your way as you caused a scene with your squirming and your small noises of pleasure. They would all know. Yet, you cared no longer. The only thing that mattered right now, was his fingers moving inside of you and his dark eyes never leaving you.


You now sat, with your wrists bound and Ivar’s hands forcibly feeling up every inch of you behind the thin fabric of your dress while seated next to you on the sickening, rocking boat. Your father, the treacherous bastard, had sold you like a dog to the arrogant and sadistic heathen and in exchange, the Boneless had agreed to leave your kingdom once and for all, taking you with him.

Now on the boat, sailing away from your home; Ivar made it very clear to all the beastly men around him watching, who exactly you belonged to now. “You are my slave now. Squirm under my touch all you want, pet, I can freely explore every inch of you and there is no one here to stop it. You belong to Ivar the Boneless, now.” He moaned ever so slightly through his words at the thought and then chuckled darkly as he let his head lazily rest on your shoulder, very close to your neck. His hot breaths on the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

The rage you had for him was unbearable. The lust was even more mind dulling. He owned you now it was true, but you were going to put up a fight nevertheless.


“Why don’t you crawl between my legs, on your hands and knees pet, and keep my cock nice and warm!” The Boneless had commanded his slave quite loudly then as his surrounding warriors laughed and cheered at your continued, public debasement. He had made you sit on the floor, at his feet during the feast, which had been humiliating enough. But, now he was really pushing it. You shook her head vigorously in response. He frowned. “You are no longer a Princess. You are nothing here. You are simply, Ivar the Boneless’s little fuck toy! Now behave as such!” He announced gleefully while lightly patting his hardening cock suggestively under the fabric of his pants. He had announced it loud enough so all of the surrounding animals could cheer in agreement; encouraging their wretched King.

“Don’t make me tire of you so quickly.” He warned then. You swallowed and threw away whatever small piece of dignity you had left as you began slowly crawling towards the bulge in his pants. He growled as his lust consumed him and he grabbed a tight hold of your hair as he undid himself. He forced his cock down your throat, making you gag while tears began to form in your eyes. “Well? Go ahead.” He urged you to begin sucking. You obeyed as your breaths grew heavy. He moaned and threw his head back, smiling sadistically. You felt another harsh tug in your hair as he forced your head up too look at him; his cock still filled your mouth. “Don’t forget to swallow, pet, it should be such an honor for a simple slave such as yourself to receive your King’s cum, to swallow down your pitiful throat!”


He had made sure you had traveled with him back to England so he could fuck you senseless, like a wild animal after every battle. The opposing army had snuck up on his late one night. You sat, bound to a thin, wooden pole in his tent. Completely naked and longing for his return and touch once again. What had happened to you? You watched him from a distance, through the opening in the tent, as he dominated the makeshift battlefield completely, not far from his camp. As if it were all a simple game of chess that he excelled at greatly. No one could beat him; no one could kill him. He had screamed just as much to the opposing army as he recklessly raced around in the chariot. “Do you know who I am?! I am Ivar the Boneless! You can’t kill me!”

When he found you after the short battle; blood drenched and crazed looking once again, you began to shake in anticipation for what was about to happen.

He crawled towards you, growling like an animal; making inhuman noises. He reeked of death, blood and sweat. He unbounded you and forced you onto your stomach below him. His large body settled above you and held you down. His still bloodied hand grabbed ahold of your throat and he leant down to breathlessly whisper in your ear. “You will serve me now, bitch or I will happily gut you like I did all of your christian friends.” You didn’t doubt it for a second. The battle had worked the sick bastard up; the arousal and adrenaline from it  possessing him completely as he continued to posses you.

He undid his belt and pushed himself inside you rather quickly. He grunted and growled while the immense force of his thrusts drove you into the hard ground and made your eyes roll back into your head. You felt something cold at your neck all of a sudden making your eyes open back up. His favorite dagger was pressed up against your throat; covered in the blood of your countrymen. “You’re mine, slave. Say it.” He pressed the blade even more firmly against your throat then. “Say it!” You began to try and form words as he continued to fuck you. “I-I am yours!” He growled again before stopping abruptly, tossing the blade to the side and effortlessly flipping you over onto your back in one, quick motion. One hand restraining both of your wrists while the other grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

He actually spat into your open mouth then before placing his large hand over your lips. “Your King just honored you again, slave, swallow it down. Yet, you don’t fucking deserve it.” You shut your eyes tight as you obeyed and swallowed his saliva down. His words hurt; why did you not deserve it? Why did you care? Why weren’t you attempting to reach for his discarded dagger to drive it into his throat? He removed his palm from your lips to allow you to speak. “Say, ‘thank you, King Ivar.’” You echoed his words and he nodded slightly in approval. “Good girl.” You pathetically lit up at the praising words.

“Now, say it properly. Who do you belong to, bitch?” You opened your mouth to speak again. “King Ivar.” He roughly grabbed your jaw and suddenly spat into your mouth, once again. His eyes only becoming more wild. He placed his palm over your mouth and commanded: “Swallow it and then when you’re done, say it fucking properly!” He sounded more and more impatient and even more dangerous and threatening than usual. You obeyed. “I-I belong to King Ivar!” You stuttered out as you gazed up at his fiery and dominating eyes and his strong form holding you down.

He rolled those same eyes before grabbing ahold of your jaw and repeating the process. You gagged now as he spat into your mouth for a third time. “Say it like you actually mean it, slave!” You forced his spit down again and spoke. “I belong to King Ivar! I belong to you! I belong to Ivar the Boneless!” He smiled sardonically in approval before moving to palm your dripping cunt that was still penetrated by his cock. He slowly continued to move inside of you. “Mhm, this cunt belongs to me. This cunt belongs to Ivar the Boneless!” He leant down and took your mouth in a rough kiss as he began pick up the pace and fuck you into the ground again.


You sat at his feet, by his great throne after yet another victory and hard fucking. He rested his hand atop your head, reminding you who you belonged to. Always longing to remind you. No one could kill him. No one could set you free. You belonged to Ivar the Boneless. All hope of escaping and reclaiming your title as Princess had gone out the window as you continued to watch the mad man conquer everything. Yet, you felt overly relieved not to be Ivar’s enemy. You maybe even almost felt a little proud now, that you were stuck as his special, little fuck toy. His pet. His slave. His.

Black Honey: Pt. 1

Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to? 

The Titans were happy for Robin and Starfire.

Genuinely happy.

It had been a long, long time coming, after all. The couple had been dancing around one another for as long as anyone could remember, neither ever bold enough to act on their genuine feelings for each other. Robin had been too thick headed, and Starfire apparently too subtle and unsure. So, when they had finally established their new, romantic relationship, every other Titan had been thrilled with the news.

That is, until their incessant romping sessions.

No one could blame them; something vague about teenagers, hormones, and pent up sexual frustration while living in close quarters. Not to mention, the bubbling sexual tension that had finally culminated into one hot, passionate affair after all those years. It was well earned, well deserved, and perfectly understandable that both the Titans leader and the alien beauty couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Once they’d tasted that forbidden fruit, it was near impossible to go back to anything else.

When the ‘sleepovers’ grew in frequency, and often throughout the wee hours of the early morning, the other Titans put up with it. They dealt with the lust filled cries, the sound of the creaking bedframe, of the steady banging against the thin walls while the mattress springs squeaked beneath their weight. It was all sweet in the beginning, and it was always nice to see the usually tense boy wonder unwind and relax after spending a relaxing evening with his girlfriend.

However, eventually, it became grating.

Most especially for Raven.

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Makeup Sex With The Members


Originally posted by delightfullyfree95

Jimin would be completely in charge, pinning you up against a wall and getting up in your face to stare at you with a barely hidden hunger in his eyes. He would simply stand there in your personal space, making sure you could feel his body pressed up against yours when he finally leans in to practically ravage your mouth. It would be a bit of a blur after that, some moments seeming incredibly clear and intimate while others are completely hazy and even animalistic at times when the pair of you rip one another’s clothes off. You’d both be so consumed by the heated emotions caused by your argument, your anger towards one another fuelling the fiery lust boiling deep within you. When the two of you finally manage to get naked, Jimin would grip you by the thighs and pull you up so your legs are wrapped around his hips. Once he gets you pressed up against him, he’d immediately thrust into you and would draw you into a deep kiss to swallow your gasps at his sudden movement. The pace he’d set his thrusts in would be brutal, slamming his hips into yours as you cling to him. The two of you wouldn’t last long, the force of the emotions running through you both making everything more intense and hard to control. You’d come before Jimin, easily drawing him over the edge with you when you clutch him tightly against you.


Originally posted by sugasuite

Jin wouldn’t be too over the top, but he would definitely be a lot more firm and demanding than he normally would be. His tone is the thing that would make you listen to what he says, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through you at the barely hidden threat in his voice. He’d tell you to strip and get on the bed, watching you like a hawk as you reluctantly do as he says. Once you’ve gotten all of your clothes off and settled down onto the edge of the bed, Jin would come and tug you towards him by your hips. His sudden dominating behaviour would make you melt against him, allowing him to simply take charge and pin you down onto the mattress with a deep kiss to your lips. He’d completely ravish you, leaving hickeys everywhere as you help him strip by tugging his pants down. Once he’s naked, he’d bury his face in your neck when he pushes into your core with a groan, caging you against the mattress with his body. The pair of your would build a steady, intense pace as you moan against his shoulder from the pleasure coursing through you. The pace would be so intense that you would be left unaware how much time had passed when you finally climaxed together, your foreheads pressed together as you pant out of exhaustion.


Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

Hobi probably would be the one being more submissive, considering the fact that he’s the one who pissed you off in the first place and made the pair of you argue as harshly as you did. You’d slam him down onto the ground, pinning him down with your hips as the two of you locked lips hungrily. You’d rock your hips back and forth, enjoying the whines that would rise up from deep within Hobi’s chest in his pleasure. The two of you would make quick work of your outer clothing, uncaring that you were still wearing your shirt and that Hobi hadn’t taken off his pants. You’d leave so many hickeys over his bare chest, even biting his pecs lightly as a way to take out your anger on him without hurting him too much while he grips your thighs and runs his hands over your ass to try and work you up even more. When you finally sink down onto his hard length, you immediately set up a punishing pace, bouncing up and down in his lap in such a harsh manner that Hobi can only sit back and take it with deep groans falling from his lips with each grind of your hips. You’d make sure to come first, using his body to bring you pleasure as a way to punish him for being bad.


Originally posted by wanna-be-korean-unicorn

Rapmon would go full on Daddy/Master mode, sitting himself down in a chair and ordering you to strip for him. The demanding tone he uses and the dark look in his eyes would make you respond accordingly, albeit reluctantly. If you act out by refusing to do as he asks, he wouldn’t hesitate to take matters into his own hands and give you a few spankings if he really needed to. Once he’s dealt with that, he’d make you sit on his lap and grind on his thigh while begging him to fuck you. In the end, he wouldn’t be able to resist you and would take you right there on the chair, groaning and praising you as you bounce in his lap. “That’s it jagiya.”


Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

Jungkook, while inexperienced in sexual things, would definitely take charge. He’d toss you onto the bed, immediately pinning you down with a harsh, deep kiss and start tugging your clothes off rapidly as you work on his. Once he makes sure you’ve both stripped enough, he’d thrust into you without much warning and would start thrusting into you without abandon. The aggressive emotions between the two of you would definitely heat things up even more, making the two of you go at it like rabbits during mating season. Jungkook would most likely come first, but would definitely make sure to help you come as well. Well, at least if you haven’t really pissed him off too much.

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Taehyung would still take your needs into consideration, riling you up by running his hands all over your body after the pair of you practically slammed into each other in desperation. He’d make sure not to ignore any part of your body for too long, his right hand cupping your ass while the other is fondling your breasts as the pair of you intensely lock lips repeatedly. He’d set you down on the bed, pressing you into the blankets when he shuffles down your body and run his hands along your thighs. He’d probably eat you out but would make sure to leave you hanging on the edge as a way to get back at you for making him mad. Making sure he’s taking his time after slowly pressing into you, he’d draw out your pleasure for as long as he could by doing slow, dragging grinds of his hips. You’d end up having to beg him to go faster to even come close to climaxing, clinging onto him for dear life when he eventually succumbs to your cries.


Originally posted by scartic

Suga would be absolutely dominating and even more intense than he usually would be. He’d completely ravage you during the short foreplay the two of you would engage in, leaving hickeys everywhere he could on your skin to make sure people knew you were his. He’d definitely drive you insane with multiple deep kisses and grinds of his hips. After tearing your clothes from your body, he’d pin you down into the sheets and push into you after drawing you into a mind-numbing kiss. The two of you wouldn’t last long at all, the intensity and brutal nature of Suga’s pace and the rage coursing through you both would quickly pull you both over the edge in no time at all.

I really hope you guys enjoy this :) Sorry I took a while to get it sorted out~ Also, I fixed up the little error with Rapmon’s part :) My comp decided to delete it in a little fit it had.

Letters From My Lovers: Baekhyun

Author’s Note: happy birthday week @kpopfanfictrash <3 in this story he does not have a mullet
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: angst
Summary: Your guardian angel has fallen in love with you. He isn’t mad he’s falling, but he’d like to show you his feathers and what they mean.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied sex
Word Count: 2,375

Jimin | Taehyung | Jongin | Baekhyun | Jinyoung

Originally posted by katherine8595


If I do my job correctly, you will never see this.

If I do my job correctly, you will never see me.

This, of course, is the problem. I want to be seen. I want you to see me.

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(NSFW) First Night - Saizo Kirigakure

The reader is a virgin in this. Here you go, @lovespot12​.

The follow up to this, Seventh Night - here

‘Don’t sleep on me, little lady.’ 

‘Mmm, I’m awake…’ You said drowsily, your head propped on your elbow. 

‘What did we hear so far, then? Get it wrong and you pay for wasting my time.’ 

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The Valet and The Prince

Today is the amazing and talented @slashyrogue‘s birthday and so I was a little cheeky and stole a prompt from their @hannigramprompts blog for a forbidden love story between Prince Hannibal and his valet, Will (full prompt here). So without further ado, happy birthday, my dear slashy, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.

“Hannibal, you can’t!”

“I am the prince, am I not? I can do exactly as I please.”

“That’s why you can’t, princes don’t kneel before their subjects. And they definitely don’t clean their boots for them!”

“You’re not my subject, Will, you’re my friend. I don’t care about what the rules say, I care about you.”

“I… alright, fine then, have it your way. Should be me down there cleaning your shoes, though. Good practice for when I’m somebody’s servant.”

“You could be so much more than that, Will. I could help you.”

“Nothing wrong with being a servant, your highness. We can’t all be the future king.”

“Perhaps I long for something different as well.”

“We all long for things we can’t have, Hannibal, that’s life.”

“Then life is unfair.”

“Yes. Hadn’t you figured that out yet?”

Will couldn’t help but remember that conversation, years past now, on the morning he was to begin his new employment. It wasn’t the first, or the last time the prince had offered to help him rise beyond his station but, looking back now, Will could see it was the beginning of the end for their friendship. He had known, by that point, that he wouldn’t be able to keep Hannibal, that his life would soon diverge from the prince’s in ways that would deny them the closeness they had enjoyed throughout their childhood. The child of the king, the future ruler, could not remain best friends with the child of a mere cook, and much as Will might have wanted to hold Hannibal close – closer even than friends, in his secret heart – he had done his best to accept this inevitability. Hannibal though, it seemed, had not realised, or at least not believed it, until that day and that conversation. After, he seemed to withdraw somewhat, as if he too had begun to build a wall around his heart against their upcoming separation, and gradually the two drifted apart, consumed by the quickly accruing duties of their different destinies. Hannibal learned how to govern, how to lead, how to rule. Will, how to serve, how to bow and scrape and obey.

Now they were both men grown, and it had been at least a year since they had been in each other’s company; longer still since they had exchanged a friendly word. So it had been a shock indeed for Will to receive news of his advancement to this new position, ahead of many other valets who were better qualified for the role. And it was downright unsettling to stand in this room, watching his new master survey him from top to toe.

“Hello, Will.”

“Good morning, your highness.” Will kept his eyes trained on the fireplace, as Hannibal prowled round him in a slow circle, clearly having no wish to put him at his ease. He felt stiff and awkward in his new uniform, provided for him by the prince’s household, and Hannibal’s scrutiny was not helping. It was all Will could do not to squirm under his gaze, only the distinct desire not to give Hannibal such satisfaction holding him in place.

Finally, the prince had apparently looked his fill and came to stand before Will, smiling affably. “You have grown up well, Will, as I always imagined you would.”

Will did his best not to roll his eyes at this. Hannibal was barely two years older than him, yet he spoke as though Will was a child in comparison. He always had been given to patronising everybody around him; when they were younger, Will would simply have smacked him and told him to stop being so annoying. Now though…

“Thank you, your highness, you are very kind. Would you like me to begin my duties?”

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at this, and sought out Will’s eyes, forcing eye contact that he had no choice but to return. “So eager to begin you have no time to catch up, Will?” Hannibal asked, and Will could swear there was something like disappointment in the prince’s eyes. It was gone again a second later though, and while Will usually trusted himself to read people accurately, with Hannibal he’d never found it quite so easy, and so told himself he’d imagined it. “Very well, Mr Graham, you may proceed.”

The title caught Will by surprise. It was, really, exactly as any valet should be addressed by his master, but from Hannibal… Still, Will did not let it faze him, and he moved calmly towards the shaving set to take up his position. The head of the prince’s household had informed him that Hannibal preferred to shave himself, as well as to pick out his own clothing (a fact which Will was greatly relieved by, having little sartorial sense of his own), and so he stood by as Hannibal approached the washstand, ready to hand him the implements as required. He was therefore in the perfect spot to observe as Hannibal dropped his fine, flowing gown to the floor, and could barely contain his gasp.

The prince was utterly, unashamedly naked.

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