dry chicks

Tantalizing: 05

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toys, Degrading Names, Choking, Spanking, Slight BDSM, Handjob, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Gagging, Blinfolding, Slight Violence? Slight Angst?
Word Count: 7,599

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“Stay the f**k away from her!”

Request: Can you do 5 with Skate?

Y/N’S P.O.V.

I sighed as I made my way down the dark alley. Why I had chosen this path? I had no idea?! Oh wait, yes I did! I caught my scumbag of a boyfriend dry humping another girl so I decided to leave the party and take the shortcut home, which was probably a bad idea now that I think about it.

The alley was eerily quiet and I don’t know if it was my imagination playing tricks on me or not but I could have sworn I heard footsteps behind me.

I fastened my pace in fear, almost reaching the part of the alley that was lit up, but I hand grabbed mine and slammed me against the brick wall.

I let out a whimper as I reached up to rub the back of my head.

“Where are you going Y/N?” Zack growled out.

“What did you expect me to do Zack? Stay and watch you dry hump some other chick?” I glared angrily at him.

“Did you drink tonight? Because I was beside you the whole night?” Zack asked.

“Are you fucking serious?! No I didn’t drink! and I’m pretty sure I know what I saw!” he glared at me as he shoved me harder against the wall, “We’re over Zack.”

“No we’re not, I say when we’re over, not you!” He growled out.

“Not this time Zack!” I yelled. I went to move away from him but he roughly pushed me back and gripped my throat in his hands.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N” I flinched and tried scratching at his arms but it was not use.

“Le - let - go” I gasped out as I continued to claw at his hand.

“I’m just teaching you a little lesson baby.” He smirked squeezing harder.

I gasped as the oxygen continued to leave my body. I tried looking at him but all I saw were black spots taking over my vision. Before I slipped into the darkness I heard a faint voice yell out.

Nate’s P.O.V

The guys and I had been walking down the street after we had gone to eat and had heard arguing coming from the alley that we were about to pass.

I looked over to the guys in question and they simply shrugged their shoulders.

I decided that I should mind my own business until a loud crash came from that the alley and a loud voice screamed, “SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N.”

I took one look at the guys and immediately ran into the alley. I continued running until I caught sight of a guy holding a short girl to the wall by her neck and by the looks of it she was lacking oxygen.

I ran as fast as I could and pushed the guy off of her. He had a look of surprise on his face until it turned into a full on glare.

He stood up and tried to come me but his moves were sluggish and slow allowing me to get a couple punches in until he was laying on the floor unable to move but still conscious.

I went over to the girl who lay on the floor unconscious and picked her up.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” I yelled as I made my way back to the guys with the girl in my arms.

Y/N’S P.O.V.

I gasped as I suddenly woke up to the constant beeping near my head.

I groaned as the headache that I had continued to grow.

“You’re awake.” I looked up startled to find a tall guy with tattoos standing near the door.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse.

He came into the room and handed me a cup of water that I quickly drank, “I guess you could call me your hero.” He smiled

“Oh.” I mumbled thinking about everything that had happened with Zack, “Thank you.”

“It’s my duty to help a pretty girl.” He smiled back. “I’m Nate by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” I smiled back.

“Well I’ll see you around Y/N.”

“Maybe.” I smiled, “Thanks again.”  He nodded and sent me a small smile before walking out of the room.

I closed my eyes and smiled a small smile at the thought of running into him again.

A/N: Don’t know how I feel about this one but let me know what you guys think! ♡ ♡

Damon Salvatore - Respect

Prompt: Could you please make an imagine with Damon - prompt: 5, 9, and 17 please

The scream was loud; piercing. You frowned, walking round the alleyway. You had just finished your late shift at the Grill and honestly you wanted nothing more than to go home and forget about the world for a night. But no. There was a girl on the floor, her body unnaturally pale and her limbs thrown out around her. You dropped your bag, running towards the lady after sparing a quick glance at the what appeared to be deserted and grubby alley.

The girl was covered in blood, her light hair stained red and the front of her shirt dripping with blood. You knelt to the ground, placing two fingers to her neck, feeling a faint pulse. With a groan, you lifted her body up, placing her head in your lap. You had to call someone, anyone. You noticed the bite mark that was etched into her skin, realising that you couldn’t call just anyone. You found your finger hovering over Stefan Salvatore’s phone number. Was calling more vampires the best way to solve a vampire problem? You sighed, placing your hand over her wound, trying to stop the little blood that she had left from escaping. You didn’t trust Stefan Salvatore. Sure, you trusted him more than you trusted his blood-sucking, immoral brother, but that didn’t say a whole lot about his character.

“Y/N?” A voice called out. The looked up to see, from where you had come from, the one and only Damon Salvatore. Fear settled inside you. He would kill her and you without a second thought. He approached, his dark hair glistening with light from the dim streetlights. You found yourself leaning over the girl, trying to protect her from this monster that she probably knew nothing of. You, unfortunately, had no one to protect you from that. Vampires had killed your parents and despite being human, you were submersed into the world of fangs. You didn’t associate with the Salvatores, they had both done disturbing things and it was hard to trust any vampires, let alone those like Damon who had no regard for human life.

“Are you okay?” The man asked, drawing closer and bending down.
“Was this you?” You asked, ignoring his question and looking down at the barely alive girl before you. His light eyes flickered down as he frowned, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead.
“No, I already had lunch, what happened?” He inquired, looking up at you. You tensed your jaw, biting back a retort and looking down at the lady.
“She fell and sprained her ankle.” You answered sarcastically, matching his stare. He shot you a dry look before you sighed. “You can fix this, right?”
He raised his eyebrows, glancing towards you with a smirk.
“Are you asking for my help?” He mused. You pressed your hand to the girl’s neck harder, desperate to find something to do with your hands other than throttle him.

“Damon.” You stated, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, biting his wrist and leaning forwards, too close for your liking. You felt the wound on her neck begin to close up and you pulled your hand away from her neck, watching as her hands shot up to clutch Damon’s wrist.
“Alright, enough.” Damon whispered, pulling his hand away and lifting the girl up by her hand. Her eyes were wide and panicked, her clothes painted with dribbles of blood. Damon placed two hand on her shoulders and you watched with curiosity and slight admiration as he compelled her.
“You were on the worst date ever and you were about to leave and the guy, his name was - I don’t know - Tom, had a nose bleed. Go home now.” He drawled, rolling his eyes at the end. The lady made a disgusted face before walking away, back towards the street.

“That was the worst lie ever.” You commented, standing up.
“Yeah well, you try explaining to someone why they look like a Jackson Pollock painting.” He replied dryly. You swallowed, remembering again why you couldn’t be in a comfortable situation with this man. You looked down at your hands, heart racing, and you wanted to be sick. Blood was everywhere. You hadn’t realised how much she had actually bled, how much the vampire had missed.
“You alright, Y/N?” Damon asked. You noticed with a small amount of surprise that there was some glass embedded in your arm from the ground.
“You didn’t say that this wasn’t all her blood.” Damon said slowly, looking down at your arm.
“Why would you care? Don’t like mixing your meals?” You answered sourly.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist roughly. You pushed against his chest, your hand pressing against his shirt.
“What are you doing?” You hissed, trying to pull away. He sighed at you, giving you a pointed look before pulling a piece of glass out.
“I didn’t think you were into the vampire blood which is beyond me, but still.”
“I’m taking the glass out. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head whilst you were down here.”
He pulled out the last piece of glass before admiring his work and studying you carefully.
“You’re looking at me like I’m dinner.”
“What’s with all the vampire jokes? I mean, they’re great, so creative, but completely unnecessary.”

You pushed him away, examining the rest of your body. Despite the copious amounts of blood, you seemed completely unharmed.
“So this wasn’t you?” You inquired, narrowing your eyes and refusing to hope for any kind of result.
“No, I did not drink that blonde chick dry.” He swore, drawing a mock cross above his heart with his finger. “I’m bad, obviously, in a roguishly charming way but I do have some redeeming qualities, Y/N. Like my charm or my scandalously devastating good looks.”
You rolled your eyes, walking away to pick up your bag. When you turned back, he had disappeared but, you had found yourself with a new found respect for Damon Salvatore.

March 27, 2016 - Cinereous Mourner chick (Laniocera hypopyrra)

Requested by: coramatus

Found in northeastern to central South America, these birds in the Tityridae family also have an isolated population in eastern coastal Brazil. They feed on arthropods and fruit, foraging alone or sometimes joining mixed-species flocks. Their cup-shaped nests are constructed from dry leaves. The chicks have fuzzy, bright orange plumage that mimics the appearance of the toxic caterpillars of flannel moths (in the Megalopygidae family). The nestlings also sway slightly when disturbed, copying the movements of the caterpillars. These adaptations likely protect the chicks by deterring predators.

Real men clean the cum off the ladies

Only fuckboys throw dry towels at chicks and think they’re cool… And now everyone sees the type of guy he is, hohohohohoooo


The snow season in Australia has officially started, here’s to a great season!

Falls Creek, Australia

Photo: Alex Roberts



As soon as the chicks dry off, they are endlessly curious. Already two of them ventured behind the box and got ‘stuck’, shrieking when they couldn’t get out again.

The first time Mama hen has been great, there are over a dozen chicks now that she’s caring for and she’s been terrific. She has a few eggs and a bunch of newly hatched chicks underneath her, and she’s being a trooper. I’m trying to keep it dim, quiet and warm in their area, but then I want to go every 5 minutes and visit the babies, so I disrupt everything.

More chicks are hatching today.

Once they all dry off, I’ll have a better idea of what we have. Still, so many things that can go wrong. Fingers crossed.

I just gave the chicks food for the first time in this shot, they weren’t sure what to make of it at first but she called them over and they caught on fast.