i could see his sweat

In which Harry is a stripper…

3943 words / Mature

The boy who delivered our drinks was only wearing a flimsy, black apron, which was tied carefully around his waist. With the tray perfectly balanced upon the palm of his hand, he began to pass our drinks out, a huge grin on his face, and his cock just inches from my face.
I turned to the rest of the girls with wide eyes.

“Special occasion?” He asked, a thick Irish accent.

“I’m getting married!” The bride to be piped up, as smug as ever.

“Congratulations!” He beamed. “Sad to see you off the market, Gorgeous.”

All the girls sat around our table let out almighty giggles, swooning and fanning themselves, whereas I was too busy trying not to turn back in his direction and stare at his groin. I figured he was used to it in his line of work, but it still felt a little intrusive.

“What’s your name?” Katie barked at him.

“Niall.” He replied. “I’ll be your waiter for the evening. You need anything, just give me a shout.”

“What about your number?”

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Don't talk to me that way - Jughead Smut

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warning: Smut smut smut !!, spanking, daddy kink, public sex (somewhat ?), swearing

Requests: @bbgirlhan

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I had to go to summer camp for 2 weeks and there weren’t any phones allowed so yeah :) Requests are still open if you have any idea so that you want to be written

I checked my phone for the fifth time in the past three minutes, watching the minutes creep towards midnight at a painstakingly slow rate. Jughead had asked me to join him at Pop’s because he was enduring another sleepless night; although, it ultimately resulted in Jug pulling out his laptop and quickly typing away at his novel while I sat there being used at silent motivation.

“Jug, do you want to order anything or just use Pop’s free wifi?” I finally piped up and the black-haired boy nodded.

“Yeah sure, let me just finish this paragraph.” He answered not bothering to look up from the screen. I could tell he wasn’t listening since that was the same answer I’ve received for three questions straight. As I sat in the leather booth staring out the fogged window as the sound of Jughead’s long fingers bouncing across the keyboard. My legged bounced up and down as I grew more and more impatient until I finally had enough and slammed my hands down on the table, finally catching Jughead’s attention. His head shot up and confusion was written all over his face.

“What?” He asked puzzled causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance.

“You know when you asked me to come to Pop’s because you couldn’t sleep this isn’t what I was expecting.” I huffed out and crossed my arms.

“What do you want me to do?” He shot back growing more irritated. His voice rising in tension sent shivers down my spine and cause my heart race.

“I want you to pay attention to me, all you do is worry about Jason Blossom and not me.” 

“Is this how you’re going to be?” I asked and I nodded, pouting and now enforcing the silent treatment. Jughead slammed his laptop shut and threw it in his bag, standing up, he roughly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the diner and over to my car.

“Keys. Now.” He demanded and I instantly handed them over, rubbing my thighs in anticipation at what was coming next. Jughead unlocked the car and opened the back seat, gesturing for me to get in and I quickly obliged and he followed, locking the car and proceeding to throw his bag along with the keys in the passenger seat.

“You know you’re being a very bad girl right now, not letting daddy do his work. Do you know what this means, someone needs to get punished.” Jug growled and I nodded. 

Jughead violently shoved his lips to against mine, evolving into a rough and passionate kiss. My hands quickly tangled themselves into his hair and he groaned in satisfaction when I tugged at the strands. Jug pushed the jacket off my shoulders and ripped the shirt I was wearing over my head. His lips trailed down my body and as he left hot kisses, his hands worked at the button of my jeans and yanked them down to my ankles.

“I don’t like the tone of voice you’ve had with me lately, so I think it’d be best if you were punished for it.” Jug smirked down at me and I grew wet in anticipation for what was next. Jughead roughly flipped me over onto my stomach and began rubbing the skin of my ass before speaking again. “I want you to count for me, can you do that kitten?” He asked in a deep voice and I nodded helplessly.

“One” I yelped out once he laid a firm smack against my skin. “Two” I continued as I felt another hard slap and I whimper out from the painful pleasure I received.




This same routine kept going until he reached ten and then he caressed the now stinging area as a way to soothe it.

“You did really well with that kitten, I think you deserve a little reward.” Jug smirked as he began to strip down to the extent the car would allow. Jughead wasted now time to fill me with his length, quickly thrusting in making me release a choked back moan. As if he was trying to soothe the pain I felt he pressed his lips to mine for a much more sweet and loving kiss.

“Can you please move Jug?” I whispered, bucking my hips for more friction as I adjusted.

“What did you call me?” He asked sternly.

“Daddy,” I sighed out and he happily obliged by quickly moving, causing me to arch my back in pleasure and moan out loudly. I let my hands find his hair and I violently ran my hands through the black locks.

“Fuck (Y/N),” Jughead groaned in satisfaction and a knot grew in my stomach from the roughness of his body pressing against mine. I sighed happily when I felt his teeth graze at my neck and collarbone.

“D-Daddy I’m close.” I stuttered out, my breath heavy.

“I know kitten, me too.” He said and I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. Jughead grabbed my leg and pushed it farther back so he could go deeper and once he did so I practically screamed in pleasure at the new feeling. After a few more deep thrusts I finally could feel myself let go as I became a squirming mess beneath him.

“We need to do this more often.” Jughead whispered as he removed himself and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Yes please daddy,” I smirked.

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75 with Harry ps love love love your header imagine 😍😍

Thank you! :)

Sorry this took so long. Short little blurb. Prompt was:
“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Running On Empty

Harry was a new guy at my gym. I hadn’t been going as regularly as I should have, but once he started coming a few weeks ago, I made it a point to keep up with my workouts. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Not your typical buff, gym type guy. But really attractive with a killer smile.

So far our exchange had merely been a few hellos and nods of the head. But I was determined to get his attention. I can assure you however, what ended up happening was not my intent.

I’d skipped lunch that day, having only a bagel for breakfast and a handful of jelly beans that I’d grabbed from my co-worker’s desk when my boss had asked if I could stay to help set up the conference room for an important meeting. I could have (and should have) easily gotten a sandwich at the deli before heading to the gym, but I only had an hour and I knew Harry would most likely already be there. It was pathetic how I’d memorized his schedule, this man that I barely knew.

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Bad Boy

Reader x Suga 

 Warning: Smut/ Explicit Language 

 (Picture not mine)

I go from Yoongi to Suga back and forth sorry

“(Y/n) he keeps looking at you.” I looked over my shoulder to see the leader of the bad boys that run this school practically none other than Min Yoongi also known as Suga yet there is nothing sweet about that guy. 

As I look at him he winks at me I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and turn around going back to doing my work. 

“If they start calling my name just ignore them they are only trying to bother us.” I said to my friend who couldn’t stop looking back at the awful guys. 

The bell rang now which meant that I had free period I decided to leave my things in my locker. Getting to my locker and putting my things away finally as I finish putting my things in my locker I close it to meet with the one person I least wanted to see. 

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i was too afraid to finish it so uh

here’s a messy doodle of witch!michael i guess

Big Load

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Inspired on Niall’s “big load” and on his man spread 

It was early in the morning, I was walking down the stairs only in his shirt and my panties. As I walked inside the living room I was met with the following scene: Niall in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, his legs spread open with a hand on his crotch whilst he watched some golf. I leaned on the wall sighing, his hair was ruffled and he was palming himself, not to mention he was wearing glasses an item that did things to me. I looked at his hand, wishing it was mine, wishing I was right there taking him down my throat. 

My mouth watered and I sighed again, this time loud enough for him to hear me and realize I was by the door. Niall knew I was aroused, having learned the signs already, my mouth gaping and me switching from one feet to another. He grabbed his shaft through his pants and I moaned lowly, my center already becoming wet. 

“Why don’t you come here and take a big load” he said 

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Champion - Brett Talbot x Reader

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Hot tub smut and good shit (unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it up)) 

Requests: @captainpinkkissesceblr-blog

A/N: I’m working on finishing as many requests as I can and I’m starting a schedule of posting so if you have something you want written message me a request and I’d be happy to write it:)

I sat on the cold metal bleachers while the cool breeze bit at my nose, signaling for me to wrap my coat tighter around my body. The bright lights lit up the lacrosse field and I watched as the opposing teams go head to head. It was one of the few times that Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills Highschool versed each other and it was also one of the only times I was able to see Brett.

Brett and I have been dating for almost 8 months now. Although, there was a little problem… no one knew. Brett and I had multiple reasons to keep our relationship a secret; it started with us meeting through Liam and we instantly hit it off, I decided it was best if we didn’t tell anyone since Liam was one of my closest friends. Then adding on the factors of going to different schools, the whole werewolf dilemma, and everyone believing Brett was a giant douche, we finally agreed to wait to tell everyone.

I sat between Mason and Malia as I watch Devenford Prep crush our school. Brett took on almost everyone he came across and was scoring with ease. I watched as Brett’s muscles flexed under his uniform as he ran. I studied the details of how his jersey hung off of him and how beautiful his facial structure was even under his helmet. I melted into this trance until I felt someone to my right grab onto my arm. I whipped my head around and came eye to eye with Malia who was looking at me confused.

“Are you good?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, just getting into the game that’s all,” I said, keeping calm. For the past few months, I’ve grown better at lying so nobody could pick up a change in heartbeat so Maila simply nodded before turning back to the game. 

It wasn’t long before the game came to an end with Devenford taking a large victory over Beacon Hills. I sat in place on the bleachers, giving Mason and Malia a stupid excuse of why they should go see the pack and I stay back. I rummaged through my phone until the crowd gradually dismissed and I swayed down the stairs of the bleachers, walking towards a very cocky Brett.

“How’re you feeling? You sure played hard.” I complimented.

“I feel great, so great in fact that I think you should come back to my place to celebrate my victory.” Brett offered with his award winning smirk written across his face.

“Oh really? Well, Liam invited me to Scott’s party after the game and I think you’re going to need to persuade me on why I should hang out with you instead.” I teased as I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

Brett leaned down and I felt his hot breath next to my ear, sending a shock wave of goosebumps over my body. “I have a hot tub.” Brett simply said. I grinned at his offer and at that point, he knew he had won me over.

The car ride back to Brett’s house was quick thanks to his habit of speeding. Brett led me through his house and out to his backyard where laid his hot tub. As we reached the warm water I came to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” Brett asked cautiously seeing my confused look.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” I simply stated which made Brett laugh.

“Baby, we don’t need clothes.” He said seductively as he began to strip off his uniform until he was completely naked. I watched as he emerged himself into the water and leaned back, resting his arms on the edge of the tub.

“Waters great,” Brett added as he tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of the warm water. I slowly began to strip down, immediately regretting the decision when the cold night air hit my back.

“It’s cold,” I complained.

“It’s only cold when you’re standing out there, the longer it takes you the colder you’ll get,” Brett replied not bothering to look up at me. I finished discarding my clothing and finally stepping into the water, my skin tingling at the change in temperature. Brett finally looked up when he felt the water move and he looked me up and down as if he was drawing a picture in his mind.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” Brett asked rhetorically.

“I’m still cold,” I complained once again, knowing very well that I was being a pain in the ass. Brett stood up and moved so he was standing in front of me, his hips were still in the water while his entire torso was exposed.

“I think I can help fix that.” He growled before crouching down to press his lips to mine slowly but still filled with passion. I straightened my back so he didn’t have to lean that far down but it quickly resulted with him sitting down and me climbing on top of his lap. Our lips moved in sync, filled with more fire and I slowly pulled away to catch my breath. I looked down to see his normally bright, green eyes, now darker and filled with lust. He leaned in once again to kiss me, biting down on my bottom lip and allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I moaned in his mouth as a gripped onto his hair. I felt Brett’s member rub against my thigh and I slowly began to grind down on him causing him to groan. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my sides as he moved me against his crotch. Brett rested his forehead in the crook of my neck, starting by peppering kisses down my neck, then proceeding to bite down on the flesh of my neck, sucking on my sweet spot making me moan loudly. He nibbled at my ear as he sped up his movements. The feeling of the warm water and the heat of Brett pressing against me gave me bliss but I still desired more. 

“Brett…” I moaned out.

“What do you want?” He asked grabbing my face so I was looking in his eyes. His pupils were blown and I could see traces of sweat in his hairline. 

“I want you inside me,” I said in almost a pleading tone. Brett grabbed my hips and picked me up, enough to lower myself down onto him. We both moaned at the feeling of pleasure. I began rocking my hips against him and Brett continued to guide me. I looked down at Brett who’s eyes were squeezed shut and I could see fangs beginning to sprout of his gums. I placed my hands on his shoulders for more leverage and slammed my lips to his. Brett moved his arms to wrap around my body tightly and he pulled from my lips and lightly pressed his forehead to mine. Brett picked up his pace of thrusting up into me and I picked up my movements as well, slowly growing uneven and sloppy but filling with pleasure nevertheless. The knot in my stomach was wound tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. The jets from the hot tub rubbing against my back, applying, even more, pressure making me closer to the edge.

“Brett, I’m close,” I whispered in his ear causing him to growl. He immediately began sucking on my neck again which was the right amount of pleasure to make me unravel. I arched my back, my chest pressing up to Brett’s as we both came and rode out our highs. My body shook as I came down from the violent wave that came crashing down. Brett took a deep breath before pulling out and placing a kiss to my lips.

“Are you still cold?” Brett asked, raising an eyebrow making me chuckle.

“Actually, I’m very hot now.” I corrected him.

“Yes you are, but I think it’s time we got out.” Brett offered and I nodded. We both jumped out and Brett tossed me his jersey to tell me to put it on as he put on his shorts. I threw his jersey on and it came to my upper thighs but enough to cover.

“Damn, you look really good.” Brett complimenting me and I could feel my cheeks redden. He moved over to me and pulled me closer to him by my waist as he flashed a smile down at me.

“(Y/N)?” I heard a voice call and Brett and I both looked over to see Scott, Stiles, and Liam looking at us with wide eyes.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” I asked worriedly.

“Well, you didn’t come to my party and you said would, and Stiles said he saw you talking to Brett so we decided to see if you were here,” Liam answered. Each of the boys stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Well, you found her. Need anything else?” Brett asked.

“So uh- you guys like a… I don’t know, a thing?” Stiles stuttered as he fidgeted.

“Yes, we’ve been together for a while,” I said quietly. Liam marched up to Brett angrily and I took a step back from the two.

“You… just treat her well.” Liam fizzled out from anger to an overwhelmed look on his face. He softly spoke his words and Brett stood there with crossed arms. 

“I promise,” Brett said seriously but with sincerity in his voice. Liam nodded before gesturing for Stiles and Scott to leave.

“They really care for you,” Brett stated and I nodded, watching as the three walked off.

“I know, although I like to use the word overprotective,” I smirked earning a laugh from Brett.

“So what about round two for your winner?” Brett asked and I grinned.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I winked as I walked back to his house. Brett followed me and opened the door, letting me in and laying a hard smack to my ass and I turned to look at him playfully, he had his signature grin plastered on his face. 

“This outta be fun.” I purred to him.

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Bachata night

Request from Anonymous: Can you do a scenario where simon or jay tries to dance bachata one night at a club and it isn’t going well. So then he gets a lil mad/ irritated. With his latin s/o. Is it okay if you can make it a lil fluffy then romantic. Sorry if this a lot or doesn’t sense💕💕 

I wasn’t sure what the bachata dance is so I went on Youtube and search ‘bachata dance’ and this video was the first one on the list. Might wanna take a look at that vid, if you’re curious :) 

DJ Pumkin was standing on top of the stage as you look down at the dance floor. It looked like every person was either grinding on the next person or just jumping up and down. To be honest, you found them sloppy because some of them weren’t even dancing to the beat. It made you cringe on the inside. 

“What’s with the sour face baby?” you jumped as the voice sent you shivers down your spine. You turned around and saw it was no other than your slightly drunk boyfriend, Jay Park. 

“I can’t stand looking at people who has no ritmo. Like seriously, how hard is it to dance to a beat,” you complained. Laughing, Jay told you, “Baby not everyone is a good dancer as you. Cut them some slack”. You pouted at his comment and turned around to face the crowd again. Your eyes were now set on a couple. She had her arms around his neck and he had his around her waist. Both were swaying out of sync, she was moving her ass instead of her hips, and his hands kept dropping below her waist. 

Mira esos dos,” you leaned into Jay and pointed to the couple, “They cannot dance at all!”. You heard Jay laughing in your ears. He always found it cute when you point out the silliest things in people. 

“Aye babe. Don’t be too mean. They could be just beginners, like me. So if you’re laughing at them, you’re laughing at me,” Jay told you as he rested his chin on your shoulders. 

“But..I get so riled up when I see people like that and Jay, you’re doing well. For a b-boy like yourself, you’re picking it up real fast,” you complimented him. Jay had been learning the bachata and you were the one teaching him. “Wanna show them what you learnt so far, Jay?” you suggested. You heard a scoff in your ears so you turned around. Jay was smiling but he was looking down at the dance floor. “Please please please,” you begged. 

Jay turned his eyes to you, “Fine, but what do I get in return?” he asked slyly.

“I won’t too hard on our lessons, okay? I’ll go easy from now and plus, if you do well I’ll give you massages for a week,” you bribed him. 

“Fine,” Jay said under his breathe. 

You squealed and gave Jay a peck on the lips before turning to Pumkin

“Hey there DJ, can you play Pegate Mas by Javier Roman next,” you handed him your phone and he connected it to the controller.

When you turned around you saw Jay downing a drink.

“Really? I turn around for like a minute and you have a drink already,” you scolded jokingly at him.

“Whatever does the job, baby,” he told you as he put his arms over your shoulders. Both of you began to head down the stairs towards the dance floor. 

Once Pumkin saw the two of you ready, the song that you told him to play began to faded in. 

“Ready?” you asked Jay as he put his hands on your back. 

“No but fuck it. Let’s do this!” he eagerly told you. 

You winked at him as you stood close to his chest and placed your hands lightly on his chest. You could almost feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. You moved your hips against the beat as Jay mimicked your movements. His hands lightly pressed against your waist and back and you smiled at him. You saw from his eyes that he was trying so hard to concentrate. 

When it got to the part where you dipped your lower body down, Jay didn’t hold onto you tight enough so you nearly fell. 

“Sorry..” he muttered as you tried not to laugh. 

“It’s okay, just continue,” you told him quietly in his ears. 

The dance continued without any problems but when it came to the parts where Jay had to guide you and where the footsteps got complicated, he messed up. Whenever he messed up, he swore loudly. 

“Shit!” he yelled out when missed a step.

“Fuck!” he yelled out when he forgot to pull you back in after spinning you out.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled out when he spun around and nearly hit someone.

“Oh my god!” he yelled out when he nearly stepped on your toes.

“God dammit!” he yelled out when he misplaced his hand movements. 

After a few more steps, you stopped and couldn’t help it but to laugh at him. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

“Baby..look at me, baby,” you held onto his shoulders, “You’re doing great so stop stressing”. 

“Great?! I’m messing up everything and I’ve stepped on your toes like a million times!” he complained as he put his hands over his head, “And these people keep looking at me”.

Again, you burst out laughing with tears in your eyes. Jay frowned when he saw you laughing and decided to head back to the DJ booth, but you ran after him.

“Jay, come back here” you told him as you held onto his wrist. Jay’s eyes didn’t meet yours when you faced him. “Don’t be mad. You were doing fine and when did you start to care about what other people think of you,” you told him. 

Jay huffed as he pulled away from your grip. He was acting like a child who wasn’t allow to have seconds. You ran after him again and this time, you stopped in front of him with your arms opened. Not letting him pass you. 

“Move,” he uttered. 

“O que?” you beckoned back.

“Stop trying to make me dance that stupid dance. I don’t want to anymoreeee,” he whined in a child-like manner. 

You smiled at him and grabbed both his hands. 

“Just one more try, okay? I’ll try to help you in any way,” you reassured him.

Jay swayed his arms and yours back and forth and decided to give it another chance.

“Fine but I better get like 10 massages a day,” he leaned forward and his forehead met yours. You grinned happily and lead him back to the dance floor.

You gave Pumkin at signal to replay the song and hoped no one in the crowd would mind. You could see Pumkin nodding at you and saw that Loco, Gray, Simon and Wegun were now beside him. Each had their phone cameras out ready to film the whole thing. And as usual, Gray started his Instagram Live. Jay stuck his middle finger at them before turning to your attention. 

“Okay, ready baby? Remember to try and count the steps in your head,” you looked in his eyes as he began picturing the images of the steps in his head. You had actually drawn out the steps on cards for him and he put them together so it like a story board. “Just relax, breathe and have fun”. 

“How can I relax when I know the guys are filming us? They will be using it to blackmail me” he blurted out. 

“Aye, relax Jay. And if they’re filming you, isn’t this your chance to show them what you got? Show them they will have nothing to blackmail you with, okay?” 

Jay took a deep breathe and the song began to fade in. You nodded your head to the beat as you counted in. 

“5, 6, 7, 8″

Jay also counted in under his breathe. 

This time Jay’s hands were confidently placed on your waist and back. He pulled you closer and you could feel his confidence building. He wasn’t afraid to move to the music and he was actually the one leading this time. You couldn’t help but to feel proud. He was getting the hang of it. 

When it came to spinning you back into him, you spun a bit to hard and actually bumped into his chest. 

“Oww” he joked.

“That’s for the one of the times you stepped on my toes,” you jokingly told him as you moved your hips and upper body against the beat. 

The dance continued and other people began circling around the two of you. Some even had their phone cameras out. The two of were lost in each other’s presence and for some parts you improvised a few moves. Jay grinned at your improvisation and he too, also added a few b-boy moves. Nearly the end of the dance, Jay did his famous one handstand. Every one in the crowd cheered as you went to place a kiss on his lips. 

“Did I do a good job, baby?” he asked and you could see his sweat dripping from his neck,

“Sí, hiciste un buen trabajo,” you told him as you wiped the sweat from his neck with your sleeves. 

so I saw Panic! at the Disco for the 2nd time last night and it was seriously amazing. All the great things I’ve heard about this tour so far were true.
• my best friend and I met Zack and he was the sweetest he’s so tall and did finger guns when he said hey
• I saw Zack take my art out of the HOM to take backstage and cried because I knew it was going to Brendon
• Kenny was extra interactive with the audience and we made eye contact and he nodded his head at me
• Dallon came to our side of the stage a lot and during a quieter moment I screamed “Dallon!” as loud as I could and he looked over his shoulder and winked
• Brendon came by my row during the Death Walk and I was aN INCH AWAY FROM THE BOY HES SO SMALL IN PERSON I COULD SEE THE SWEAT ON HIS FACE but sadly I was being shoved around too much to touch him and the only video I got is of him coming towards us and then a lot of screaming when he’s in front of us but I still cried and thought I was going to pass out
• Brendon literally thanked us for existing
• Girls/Girls/Boys was beautiful
• “you said it not me”
• literally everyone sang all of Bohemian Rhapsody and Brendon laughed a lot and asked if we wanted to start a band
• and lastly everyone I met was the sweetest I’m obsessed with this bandom

Back Alley|| Derek Luh Imagine

Concert night. This is something ive dreamed about for a very long time. Derek Luh is finally in my town and holding a concert. I mean I did tweet him non stop for him to come here so that may have swayed his decision, but still hes here. naturally I bought vip tickets which included meet and greet. there was only a limited number of vip tickets, maybe 20 at most so I bought two, one for me and one for my bestfriend Elena. 

I dressed in my low hanging V-neck maroon skater dress with maroon vans. I had very little makeup on as it would be hot in the venue and I was not about to commit social suicide with makeup running down my face, not today fam, not today. Elena on the other hand, put on makeup. I give her props but I just wont do it. 

We naturally took an uber to the venue, as we smoked a blunt before leaving. I put two extra blunts in my purse, one for derek and one for later. we got to the enue early so that we could get to the front of the crowd and get right at the stage to be right at derek. i was naturally excited and nervous as hell. derek has aways given me this…sexual desire and to be able to see him in his natural sweaty state after the show for the meet and greet made my lower regions ache. 15 minutes after arriving they started letting people in and that’s when me and elena rushed to the front. 

20 minutes or so after everyone was let in the lights when down and KDL came out on stage.

“ARE YOU ALL FUCKING READY!!” KDL screamed into the mic. screams from all directions were voiced. 

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY MAN, MY BROTHER, DEREK FUCKING LUH!!” KDL screamed. my heart was racing. this was it. Derek ran out onto the stage and the music immediately began playing. 

“Quit calling me Luh its Luh bitch!” derek rapped. 


The music changed and Confidence came on. derek took off his shirt and you could see all the sweat dripping down his abs. I bit my lip and swayed my hips to the music. derek came to the edge of the stage to were I was standing and pretended to be hitting it from behind. that fucking set me off. my body ached for him. that ass, knew just what to do to drive any girl wild. 

Dereks last song was his latest, Grow Up and then after that was meet and greet time. I was biting my lip standing in line to meet him. We were last in line because Elena dragged me to the bathroom with her so she could fix her music. but maybe being the last would leave an impression on him. 


Elena went up and hugged him and meet him. I stood there with my phone in my hand, my heart racing faster than I had ever felt in a long time. I took a deep breath as they talked for a minute. I bit down on my lip as I imagined derek holding me close to his sweaty body. he would naturally kiss my cheek. but then I would jump onto him and he hold me there for a second before pushing me against the wall and kissing me up and down my neck. 

“Y/N” I heard elenas voice call. I was drawn form my erotic thought and derek stood there smiling at me. I took a deep breathe and walked over to him. he had his arms open for me, still shirtless. I bit my lip and my body clashed with his in a hug. he smelled so good. he was sweaty but damn did he smell good asf. 

“sorry I’m sweaty” he says. I look up at him. I don’t know what came over me in that second he looked at me but I suddenly had the courage to say something I wouldn’t normally say, unless it was to myself in my head.

“I like you sweaty, it turns me on” I say loud enough for only him to hear. I looked at him and he grew a smirk on his face.

“So tell me your name” he says. 

“Y/N, I’m kinda the one who begged you on twitter to come here, then you followed me and said that you would come” I say.

“Oh my god…damn, I’m sorry, you just look so…” he bit his lip. 

“good, I mean you always did in your musicallys, but in person…damn.” he rambles. I feel my cheeks grow red. 

“well I feel like I owe you a thank you for coming” I say. he smiles.

“I feel like I should too…this was one of the best shows ive had, a very big turn out, probably one of the best ive had” he says. I smile.

“how about we go out and get some food…I mean its late so it wont be crowded with fans.” he says. I look down at my phone and look at the time 2:45 am. 

“sounds good to me” I say. he smiles. he grabs my phone and we take a few selfies. 

“let me go get my keys and get something on and then we’ll go” he says. I nod. I walk over to elena and tell her. 

“oh my fucking god you lucky ass bitch” she says. I laugh.

“well I guess I’ll see you later” she says signling her head to behind me where derek stood. he wore a black shirt to match his jeans. goddamn. I bit my lip.

“wish me luck” I say hugging her goodbye. 

“goodluck you lucky bitch, try not to scream to loud” she winked. I gawked at her. this bitch. me and derek head out of the building and head to a car, which I was assuming he was renting for his time being here. we got into the car and it was quiet for a second as he looked at his phone. 

“where do you want to go?” he asked. I looked away from the window that showed the small part of the alley way. ‘on you’ I say in my head. that’s when my thoughts came back into my head. I felt the familiar ache. I wanted him. I could imagine his hand roaming all over. gripping at every inch that was possible. his hand would grab my ass and slap it then he would rub it. then it almost felt like his hand was on my thigh. it was rubbing small circles. then I heard a cough and I quickly opened my eyes and he was looking at me, smirking. I look down and my semi crossed legs and his hand was there. so it was a day dream. I took a deep shallow breath. he goes back to moving his hand again and it goes higher u on my thigh, closer to my heat. 

“fuck” I breathed out. I heard him chuckle. I look over at him.

“you think this is funny” I say breathlessly. 

“oh Babygirl…” he says. fuck. I look at him again and that’s when all hell broke loose. I basically jumped out of fucking seat and hopped onto his lap, almost breaking the stick shift with my feet. it was a quick second before he lips were on mine. they were feverishly and hungrily attacking mine. his hand did exactly like I imagined. they roamed all up and down my body. his hands gripped at my ass and then the skirt of my dress and started to pull it off.

“this needs to come off” he pants. I nod. I help get it off of me and then I help him get out of shirt. I look at him for a second and my hands trace down his body. 

“damnit mami…you’re making me feel some type of way” he says. that’s when he pulled me closer. he attached his lips to my kneck and then his hands roamed to unclasp my bra, then my bra was thrown somewhere in the back of the car. his lips connected to my breasts. my hands roamed his neck pulling him closer to me. I threw my head back in pleasure as he found a sweet spot on my neck and breasts. my hands removed from his neck and trailed down his body. he gasped as my hands made their way down his body. I got to his pants and started to undo them. he removed his mouth from my body and quickly did his best to remove his pants and boxers. then he gripped at mine and I wiggled them down. there was little space in the car to move so it was harder. dereks hands gripped at my hips and lifted me up.

“are you sure” he says out of breath. 

“fuck yes’ I pant. he then slowly puts me onto his hard member. 

“fuck” I breathe

“shit mami you’re so wet” he breathes onto my neck. I grinded our bodys as close as they would get. his hands gripping my ass moving me closer to my orgasim. derek pull my body into him more and he began to suck on my kneck again leaving more marks. I threw my head back giving him more access. I moaned and he moaned on my skin. the vibrations sending me over the edge. I gripped his shoulders and clenched my walls around him.

“fuck derek” I scream. then I feel him twitch inside me and he releases with me. we both ride out our highs. I rest my head on his chest for a minute to regain my breathing.

“holy fuck” derek says in my ear. 

“mhm” I hum.

“that’s the best sex ive ever had” he says. I sit up on his lap.

“you don’t have to lie” I breathe. I run my fingers through my hair. 

“honestly I’m not lying. you knew what I wanted and most girls don’t, that’s something I value. plus your ass is quite a blessing. I just hope you don’t have aboyfriend and cheated with me.

“god no. I’m not even in a relationship, guys here suck” I laugh. he laughs.

“well, what about a California guy?” he says. I look at him.

“me” he says. 


“we’ll exchange numbers and talk and next time I’m here, which will definetly be soon, we will make us official” he says.

“so you wanna talk with me and start a relationship” I ask.

“ya, I mean its ass backwards cause we already fucked but damn ma any girl who gets my attention on twitter and brings me here for everyone to hear me, deserves a shot. and I want a shot with you” he says.

“okay” I smile. he pulls me and kisses me.

“now lets get dressed and get some food, I’m hungry now” he says. I nod and smile. 


why do I do this to myself. I think I’m dead now. 

“Fuck off” - Brett Talbot x Reader

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral; male recv., kinda fluffy, Liam being a huge dick (IM SORRY I KNOW HE’S A PUPPY)

Requests: Nope, I just got this idea and thought it’d be cute

A/N: Don’t worry, I am working on requests but I really needed to post something! But requests are open so message me any ideas you want to be written and I’d be happy to write it :)

(Brett’s P.O.V)

It had been almost impossible to find a day to go on a date with (Y/N) because of the problems with the ghost riders but eventually, everything seemed to die down and we finally were able to plan a day. It was a perfect day, a perfect date, and a perfect girl. It was sunny with a few white clouds scattered across the bright blue sky. I sat across from her outside a restaurant, casually taking in the fresh air and enjoying our food.I can’t take my eyes off the girl in front of me. I loved as she twirled her fork in her food and how her eyes moved to take in her surroundings as she spoke to me. The way her sunglasses were pushed back in her hair and how beautiful she looked when the sun hit her. One of my favorite things to do was listen to her heartbeat speed up as she laughed. I reached for my phone from my pocket and began to discreetly take a picture of her when my camera clicked and I silently cursed at myself from not checking to make sure it was on silent.

“What do you think you’re doing?” (Y/N) asked, a smirk growing across her lips.

“Why I’m simply taking a picture of my gorgeous girlfriend. Why, is it a crime?” I joked with her and I could see the light pink blush dust across her face and she turned from me, trying to mask her smile.

“Well, I guess not.” She smiled warmly before taking another bite of her food and I chuckled at her answer. I was deep in a trance watching her I didn’t hear Liam sprinting up to me and I finally noticed when he came, stumbling into me, almost knocking me out of my chair.

“Liam what the hell!” I exclaimed angrily at him. Liam shuffled in place as he stood there awkwardly. 

“Scott needs you…” He trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you fucking with me right now? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” I gestured to (Y/N) and our date and Liam nodded.

“I know, but Scott has a lead on something with the ghost riders and we need as many people we can to help out…” It was obvious he didn’t know too much and I rolled my eyes. I turned to (Y/N) with apologetic eyes. 

“Baby, I have to go with Liam, I’m so sorry,” I said almost begging for forgiveness.

“It’s fine, I understand. Go save the world with all your werewolf buddies.” She smiled and nodded, standing up and kissing her on the top of her head before heading off with Liam. As we walked off I turned to see her sitting there, stabbing at her food, obviously upset and it broke my heart seeing the look on her face.


After hours of listening to Scott’s plan, which led us nowhere I was finally able to go home. My first thought was to text (Y/N) to come over.

The meeting is over if you’re down to come over to my place and I can make up for leaving our date.

It didn’t take too long to receive a text from her saying that she would be over soon. And she wasn’t kidding, I’m pretty sure it was record timing how fast she got here. I opened the door to see her grinning at me and I smirked down at her. We didn’t have to say a single word, but we both knew what we wanted. 

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

I instantly latched my lips onto Brett’s and he quickly reciprocated. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and Brett’s strong arms grabbed my thighs. As he ascended the stairs, I trailed kisses down his neck and sucked on a spot that made him let out a growl. When we reached his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot and roughly pushed me against it, pulling my shirt over my head and running his large hands down my side as he feverishly kissed me. My hands ran through his hair I pulled it as he bit down on my bottom lip, making us both groan. My hands danced across his chest until they found the hem of his shirt and ripped it over his head, halting our kiss momentarily. Brett picked me up and threw me down on his bed before climbing over me, kissing down my body. I felt him start to unbutton my jeans when the sound of someone knocking at the front door came through the silent house. 

“Maybe they’ll go away,” Brett mumbled against my lips and he started to bite at my neck causing me to moan at the feeling. The knocks at the door grew louder and Brett groaned out in frustration.

“Give me a minute.” He sighed and left the room.

(Liam’s P.O.V)

I waited patiently outside Brett’s house. I was about to knock for the fourth time when the door flung open. There stood Brett, shirtless, sweating, and an obvious tent in his pants that he didn’t bother hiding.

“What is it, Liam?” He growled. I shifted in place before I spoke.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” I asked looking down at my feet knowing very well that I was.

“Yeah, kinda, what do you want?” Brett rolled his eyes as he leaned against the door frame.

“Well, Scott-” Brett held up a hand as soon as I said his name.

“Listen, you have ruin multiple dates with (Y/N) because of this shit and I finally have to say that I’m not helping this time,” Brett said sternly and I grew more and more annoyed with him.

“Do you know how selfish this is? We’re trying to keep beacon hills safe!” I argued with him and he chuckled.

“Fuck off Liam, and tell Scott I told him to fuck off. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get back to my girl. Don’t try to talk to me until tomorrow cause I’m going to be pretty busy tonight.” Brett informed me and shut the door before I had a chance to say a word.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

I saw Brett emerge in the door frame and smirk at me.

“Do you have to leave with Liam again?” I asked concerned that I’d have to leave.

“No baby, tonight’s our night.” He said seductively and I grinned widely, pulling him down on the bed and straddled him. His eyes wide at my sudden actions but he settled into an amused grin as he looked me up and down. I traveled my hands down his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans.

I wasted no time in tearing through his jeans and pulling down his boxers letting his cock almost slap against his stomach. I licked my lips hungrily and I took him in my hands. Brett let out a sigh of relief at the slightest touch and my heart kept with joy. I softly flattened my tongue against his tip, licking the pre cum off before lowering my mouth down on his shaft, swirling my tongue and bobbing my head to a steady rhythm. Brett let out a loud moan as he bucked his hips upwards, causing him to hit the back of my throat and gag slightly. Brett grabbed at my hair, turning it into a make shift pony tail and I palmed whatever didn’t fit in my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, earning a growl from the back of his throat. I picked up my pace and I could feel Brett was close once I felt him twitch in my mouth. Brett pulled me off of him by my hair and placed a searing kiss on my lips.

“As much as I love that, I need to be in you.” He groaned and I nodded happily, finally stripping off the last of my articles of clothing and Brett eyed me up and down like I was a full course meal.

“God you are so beautiful.” He said admiringly and I blushed at his words. I laid back on the bed as Brett towered over me, fishing through his drawer for a condom and finally retrieving one, slipping it on and aligning himself at my center. He slowly pushed into me and we both moaned at the wave of pleasure washing over us. I bit down on Brett’s shoulder to keep from screaming or as he began to thrust into me. I let my head fall back as I rocked my hips to the same rhythm as him, causing for the perfect amount of friction. I looked up at Brett to see his eyes shifting from their natural green and the bright yellow Im used to seeing.

“Faster, Brett… please.” I wail out in between moans and Brett obliged, picking up his pace and I moved my legs around his waist, making him go deeper in me and hitting the perfect spot.

“Ugh, (Y/N), you’re so tight I love it.” Brett groans out and I sigh happily at his words. Brett moved faster and I could see the beads of sweat forming at his hairline. “B-Brett, I’m close.” I squeal out and Brett nodded. “I know, me too.” He panted and buried his head into my neck, sucking on my sweet spot and the added pleasure sent me over the edge. I let out a large moan as my nails dragged down his back. Brett thrusted a few more times, riding out my high as he came down as well. Once we finished, Brett pulled out and threw the condom away before laying down next to me. I snuggled up close to him, laying my head on his chest and he ran his fingers through my now damp hair.

“I should tell Liam to fuck off more often.” Brett chuckled and I looked up at him smiling at the beautiful boy in front of me.

“Yes, you definitely should.” I agreed before pressing one last kiss to his lips.

You’re my girl

Request from Anonymous: Can i ask for a scenario with Simon D where both of you went to a club to have a little fun but a male asked you to dance together and simon got mad and possessive. Thank youuuu! Ilysm

Enjoy!!!! :D 

“Hey [Y/N], I’m still stuck at work so let’s meet at the club later,” Simon suggested over the phone to you. 

“Aw, really? I hate turning to a club alone…” you whined. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Hoody if she can meet you earlier. And what are you wearing later so that I can keep an eye out for?” 

“Hoody told me she’s not going tonight. She’s sick. Hmm I don’t know… I’m looking at my closet now… I might just wear my black skinny jeans and some top,” you told him.

“Oh that’s right. Hoody didn’t come to the meeting today and jeans to a club? Are you serious babe? You’ll look different from the other girls.” 

“Yeah so what? That way you can spot me easily. Also there isn’t a specific dress code for clubbing and I can’t be bother shaving my legs”.


You arrived at the club alone but the bouncer let you cut the line since he knows you’re Simon’s girl. The people waiting in line groaned as you entered the club before them. You went straight to the VIP section and greeted the members from DPR and Illionaire. Everyone was asking where the rest of the gang were but you honestly had no idea. 

You were mingling with the others but all they were talking about was music and you sort of felt left out. So you made you way to the bar and ordered a drink for yourself. As you took your first sip of the drink, your favorite song came on. It was an old school song and you loved it! You were just bobbing to the beat when a male figure came up and stood beside you.

“This is a great song, isn’t it?” he asked.

You nodded politely and took another sip of the drink. The bartender then came around and asked what the stranger wanted. 

“Same as hers, please.”

You looked at him confused. You have never seen a guy order the same type of drink as you.

“What?” he asked.

“Oh nothing..just surprised that you ordered the same as mine. No guy has ever done that,” you told him.

“Well I always like something different,” he replied back as he sat down beside you and took the drink off the bartender  “My name is Josh, what’s your name?”

“Nice to meet you, Josh and I’m [Y/N]”. And the both of clinked your glasses. 

Both of you finished your drinks in between talking about the most random things. Then another of your favourite song came on. 

“I really like this song. Wanna dance, [Y/N]?”

You were a bit hesitate seeing as Simon could come in any moment. But you looked at the VIP section and no members from AOMG were there. 


Josh followed behind you and once you got to the dance floor, you began to dance. Josh stood behind you and he mimicked your movements. You’re not a professional dancer but you did know how to move to each song beat and words. Josh saw how fluid your body was and he took every chance to pull you in closer and moved his hands up and down your body. The both of you were lost in the moment. 

Simon arrived at the club with the rest of the crew and he looked for you as he entered. Why could she be, he asked himself. He scanned the VIP section. You weren’t there. He scanned the bar. You weren’t there. He looked at the bathroom entry/exit for a while but didn’t see you. Where else could you be? Then he turned his head to the dance floor. He spotted you in an instance. You were wearing your black skinny jeans with a white crop top and you topped everything up with a pair of red heels. When he was about to walk up to greet you, he stood midway. Simon saw you saw you grinding on some guy. And that guy was doing the same. 

“Hey man, here’s yours,” Jay said as he handed you a shot. Simon took it the shot and he even took Jay’s shot off him. 

“What the fuck, man. I’m never getting you a drink again” Jay complained as he walked back to the VIP section. Simon didn’t follow him instead he took a seat at the bar, facing the dance floor. Simon ordered more shots, just for himself. At the same time, looking out to the dance floor. He noticed that you’re not grinding on him but you’re now facing the guy with your arms around his neck. Now Simon’s blood was fuming. He ordered more shots. His throat is starting to burn since he didn’t have a chaser. But he didn’t care.

Josh pulled you in closer to him and his arms were around you waist. 

“You’re a really good at dancing,” he applauded you.

You couldn’t help but blushed and returned the compliment with smile.

“I didn’t get the chance to ask you this before but are you here alone?” 

Shit, you thought. You were so in the moment that you forgot about your boyfriend. If Simon was here right now, he would so pissed and god knows, what is going to happen to your relationship if Simon had seen you. 

“I um I’m actually waiting for my boyfriend. I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. Sorry,” you said as you break away from his embrace and walked away. Josh was left on the dance floor speechless.

Shit. Shit. Shit, you thought. You were heading back to the VIP section but you saw Jay, Loco, Gray, Pumkin and Wegun but Simon wasn’t there. Shit. You checked your phone and there weren’t any calls or messages from Simon. 

You needed a drink so you head to the bar and guess you saw. Your boyfriend. Simon was staring at you as you walked towards him. 

“Hey….” was all that you managed to say when you came up to him. You know  from his facial expression that he saw everything

He simply ignored you and ordered a drink this time, not shots. 

“Baby…I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please. Baby look at me”.

Simon scoffed. “Why were you dry humping a stranger from club? Did you forget that you were in a relationship with me? You know I would never do what you did.”

“I’m sorry. I was waiting for you and I got bored. The guys were talking about stuff that I wasn’t interested in. Josh then asked me if I wanted to dance and that’s all it was. We were just dancing.”

“Josh? Good to know it has a name. Right..just dancing.. It didn’t look like that from here, [Y/N].”

“Simon, don’t be rude and I apologised. Can you just forgive me? Please?”

You took a seat next to Simon and rested your chin on his shoulders. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise. Plus his dancing skills aren’t as good as yours. And when he raised he arms, I could see his sweat stains. Ew.”

Simon couldn’t help but let out a smile. He knew that was your ultimate turn off. 

“I’m going to take that smile as a sign of forgiveness. Dance with me, handsome?”

Simon nodded and he took your hands and kissed them. Both of you got up and then you saw Josh. He was directly in front the two of you. 

“Oh hey, [Y/N]. This must be your boyfriend. Quite a shame but-”

You didn’t hear what Josh said because Simon turned your chin with his hand and then your lips met his. He kissed you hard enough to make you leaned back but Simon held onto you with his free hand. 

Simon allowed you to catch your breathe as he pulled away. 

“Wow..that kiss was something. What did I do to deserve that?”

Simon smirked. “Just wanted to make the stranger jealous. Let him know that he can’t have what I’ve got because you’re my girl.” 

“Ay don’t speak to me like I’m an object.” 

“You know what, babe? I think I’m still mad at you.”

“What? I thought you had forgiven me!”

“Yeah but that way you kissed me just then is making my um pants feel uncomfortable. If you know what I mean”

You looked down at his jeans and realised what he was talking about.

“Well that’s not my fault. You were the one who kissed me first. That’s your problem.”

“So I have to fix my own problem? You’re not going to help?”

You shook your head at him.

“Baby, when we get home and you can take my skinny jeans off in under 2 minutes then I’ll work on your problem all night.” 

“2 minutes?! I can’t do that. Those jeans are so hard to take off. They are stuck to you like glue!” 

You winked at him and headed to the VIP section to meet with the others. 


SO, I’ll just get to it and tell you about my experience seeing BTS Wings in Newark. Luna and I went together so when I say “we” that’s who i’m referring to.
We got to the line at 9 am and it was already wrapped around to the other side of the building. The day started out cold but it got even colder to the point that the rain that started to fall became snow momentarily. There was also a St. Patrick’s Day Parade happening for some of the waiting. We all had to wait in line until about 1 pm for the Prudential Employees to hand out numbered wrist bands, that way we could leave the line and come back later and have the same spot. I was #819 in line. There was a really nice Japanese fansite girl who spoke Korean and a little English behind us. She said she flew from Japan. JAPAN! dedication man… anyways she gave our little line group a pack of really awesome Jungkook photocards she had taken. Her fansite is 하트트리‏ @HEARTTREE_JK on Twitter. Here the cute Photocards (Just the JK ones, Luna got me the Yoongi ones and I don’t know who made those)

After we got our wristbands we finally went to the bathroom and ate lunch and stood in line for that photo booth that has the video of your bias. After standing in line, you go up to a table with two girls and they check to see if you filled out the survey before they let you pick a ball blindly from a box. If you pick an orange ball you get a photocard and a personal photo with your bias. If you get a white ball, you just get the photocard. I happened to get an orange ball :D !
When you get the orange ball you wait in line again and they direct you to one of the photo booths where you enter and they close the curtain. You choose which member you want on a touch screen and then a countdown begins. So obviously I chose yoongi. He entered from the right speaking korean so I couldn’t fucking understand but I mean he was cute I think he was just telling me to do the poses he was doing or something, I hope someone took video of it and translated it anyways. He was too cute. I chose the V pose picture, you had the option of choosing which of the two photos you liked the most. I’ll show you his part of the photo because I look atrocious. 

Yeah, he cute.

One of the girls who went in after me absolutely freaked out and was screaming and laughing like crazy, I wonder who her bias was… I bet it was Jimin….
 All the staff for the photo booth were laughing with the rest of us. It was cute.
After that, we wanted to get some merch but the line was freaking HUGE and they were running out quick so instead we asked a couple girls at the front to buy what we wanted in exchange for some extra cash.

Then we went back to the hotel to warm up and change and headed back to the line a little later. They started letting us in through security check around 5:30 I think. It took an hour for us to get to the security check. 

Here is where I want to point out the extraordinary amount of trash and debris that was strewn all over the ground, increasing as we got closer to the doors. No doubt left behind by the people that camped out overnight or early in the morning. There was blankets, trash, makeup, and food spilled everywhere and i was highly disappointed and embarrassed by our fandom. There were trashcans and trash bags everywhere that they could have used so there was ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THAT MESS. And even though some of us tried to clean up there was just TOO MUCH. And the line kept moving toward security check. I hope BTS didn’t see it :( . 

Once we passed security we flat out ran to the pit to try and get as close as possible. We got pretty darn close, maybe 15 rows of bodies?
There were two screens on either side of the stage playing BTS’S mvs in chronological order of their release. We all sang along and watched while we waited until 8 pm. The energy increased as we got closer to showtime.
I can’t exactly remember but I think the show started directly after BS&T MV ended. Immediately as the lights dimmed we were forcefully shoved and pushed closer as a video reel began playing. I will break that up in two or more videos and post on tumblr soon so you can watch.
The pushing and shoving was absolutely REDICULOUS. Not to sound like the old person in the room but OMG. There were people falling and fainting and I literally was holding the people in front of me so we both didn’t fall. Do not get pit tickets if you needs space or are clostrophobic. 

Your body is pressed against strangers harder than it’s ever been, I mean I got to third base with everybody around me.

Every time a member moved across the stage, the crowd would shove that way, I ASSUME so they could follow with their phones. Wtf, just turn your phone, NOT YOUR FUCKING BODY YOU ANIMALS. Anyways. It got bad enough that the security was repeatedly telling us to back up and a move so they could help people who had fainted and fallen and almost NO ONE was listening. EVEN BTS AND NAMJOON HAD TO STOP AFTER THEIR SONG AND TELL US TO STOP AND BACK UP AND CALM DOWN I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. I’m embarrassed for American ARMY.

So I’m not gonna go through the song order because I could never even begin to try and remember that. Especially since I couldn’t see half of it. 😡
But I will describe as much as I can.
Omg where do I start.
The most memorable thing for me was HOBI surprisingly because he’s not even on my bias list, he’s like that best friend that I would never be attracted to but OMG he was so flirty and sweet and cute and I could tell he was enjoying himself the most. All those smile and cheeky grins.
“I’m your hope…… you’re MY hope….. I’m Jhope!!!”
Omg I love him so much. He did something to me that night. I wanna squeeze him and hug him till he pops.

FUCKING JIMIN WAS RUDE AS ALWAYS. he bent down and interacted with the front rows the most, with that stupid sexy grin and face and aaaaaaahhhh!!!! He killed.
Kookie was the one who bent down and interacted the most after Jimin with that cute smile and bright doe eyes I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him.
Tae was being cheeky and cute the whole time as expected. He did that tongue bite and smile and I can’t believe I fucking saw that 15 feet away from my face I’M DEAD. he also had that rude, intense glare a lot too, but let’s not talk about that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ha.
I didn’t see much of Nams or Yoongi unfortunately but every time I saw Nams he was amazing. His dimples. Ugh. During cypher he did that dorky but adorable jumping he does, you know what I’m talking about. At some point I was in the middle and so was he and he was turned to the side and I’m just gonna say that I had a clear and up close view of that crotch AHHHH FUCKKKKKKK. he also smiled and laughed a couple times like a cutie.
I barely saw Jin. I’m sorry for you Jin stans reading this but he killed his solo song. He did beautifully and we all sang with him. UGH, MY HEART.

 SO. Kookie’s solo. That fancy footwork, I mean damn. He killed it. And not to mention he was wearing a white satin shirt that was immediately soaked in sweat and sticking to his chest YAS! Literally during the second or third song, he did a turn in the choreography, I don’t remember what song it was sorry but as he turned I could literally see the sweat fly off the ends of his hair. Sadly, it did not hit me in the face. I saw his beautiful hands and his mouth moving as he sang, ugh. I will never not appreciate every moment.

 Namjoons solo was chill and deep as fuck. He told us to
“feel the flow and rhythem”
and let his hand just dance in the air as he rapped/sang with closed eyes and it was so beautiful and I did. I felt the music. When it came to his “I wish I could love myself” we all shouted “WE LOVE YOU” after each time. I hope he really knows how much we meant it. 😢

 Yoongi’s solo was also chill and heavy. His song always makes me too emotional to the point that I barely listen to it. I cant, it’s just too much. As expected he rapped so passionately and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. There were live instrumental and I was so excited for that. It was beautiful BUT they didn’t play the end of his song the same, so that drawn out violin/cello wasn’t there, I was kind of disappointed because that’s my favorite part. But it was still amazing.

 Jimin’s solo. I mean. Yes. So. Fucking. Good. I. Cant. Even. Begin. To. Explain. The lighting was on point. He was on point. The dancing was flawless, the blindfold part was so fucking good, he is amazing. It was sexy and powerful and just right. Jimin stans, how are you still

 Taehyung’s solo was so great, he hit that high note from what I could hear, which some people said he didn’t do in the previous concert. I’m not sure if that’s true though. At some point he was wearing a silver choker and… omg. Like, hah, like, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry but Taehyung is so gorgeous, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I can’t understand it yet. His voice was smooth and soulful and So Fucking Good.

 Jhopes solo was amazing, the dancing was on point as always and during the middle there was a breakdown way different from just the original song, I wish I had taken more videos. I’m sure you can find it. Watch it. We all sang with him especially the end chorus of “hey mama!”, you know. He just did do amazing, he was so memorable, omg and gorgeous. I’ll say that Hoseok looks the best in person compared to photos or videos. Some people just look better in person and he’s one of those people. His hair for this concert was perfect for him, the color, the parted and flippy style. Mm, so good.

As I said, Jin did so amazing on his solo, he hit all the notes and he wasn’t shaky or messed up from what I could hear and remember. He was just chilled up on stage and singing out his heart with us. I managed to get a little bit of video with him at center stage and he was dancing with an ARMY bomb as always lmao I love him ahhh.

I only noticed one mistake the whole concert. At one point, kookie went to move from his position and he needed to cross to the other side of the stage as Namjoon was coming up the middle, they bumped into each other slightly but it was so small and they carried on so smoothly it was barely anything but it made me smile for some reason. Also, Jimin was just slightly off key at like ONE point but I mean, they’re singing and dancing live. I expect that. The others might have had a moment or two but I just can’t recall if they did.

I want to talk about their backup dancers for a second. Not only did they do amazing, they were so fucking adorable! Some of them were really interacting with the fans and it made me laugh so much. They would look at us, laugh, smile, and I could tell they were just really loving it. I assume they all want to either be dancers or performers/musicians like BTS and I could see the joy in their face at being on the stage and seeing the crowds reactions and energy. They really enjoyed themselves and I hope they can one day get a stage for themselves if that’s what they desire. Ah, they were so cute. 😁

 Towards the end, Namjoon kept saying “this is the last song” and we were all like lol nah, we know you’re coming back out lol. And they did haha. We had the rainbow ocean and Namjoon said “it doesnt matter what color you are, pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, we love you” or something very similar. He was so amazing THEY WERE ALL AMAZING. I wish I had taken videos and pics but tbh, I wanted to just try and really enjoy the concert in person and focus on them with my eyes. Also there were so many people recording, there was no real point for me to do so as well. And the crowd was so pushy I was afraid of dropping my phone and it being destroyed. Knowing me, I would’ve dropped it.

 At the end, they were walking around and waving and sending hearts and such. People were throwing gifts on the stage, I noticed Kookie took a tiny iron man plushie and I thought it was so cute.
I can’t remember what they said at each brake but I really tried to get Yoongi’s attention. He was really focused on the whole crowd though. There was ONE point where he might have seen my, what do u call it, like his face on a stick thing, and he has this smirk like he was trying to not smile or laugh. I’ll show it below. 

The experience was amazing and next time I got to their concert I will be sure to camp out the night before because if I’m gonna buy pit tickets, I WILL be at the damn front next time! I won’t be satisfied until I am. I only buy BTS concert tickets for this reason, so I can save and get the expensive front rows. Also, P2 area standing is better than P1 because they interact more with us and we face them, so don’t bother with P1, I know a lot of people wanted those for like sound check or something. I forgot to say that at one pint I could see the back of Hobis, tan, sweaty, thick neck and all I could think was “Das a nice neck…" because it is, it really is a beautiful neck, I must say. 

And then we left the venue and my body was failing because I stood literally from 9 am to like 11 pm. It was worth every moment, even when it got bone cuttingly cold and started to snow and rain. WORTH IT. BTS is worth everything I have to give and I can’t wait to attend another amazing concert. Next time I’m taking a selfie stick or something and filming it all on my phone. 

SOOO, I want to also include that the next day, Luna and I went to Korea Town in New York and it was awesome. UGh, they had a Tony Moly and The Face Shop and so many restaurants. We at at Mukeunji and it was delicious. 
We popped into Nature Republic to buy some things, and the lady asked Luna if she liked EXO. She answered that she liked BTS and the lady SAID THEY WERE JUST THERE ON FRIDAY EATING LUNCH!!!!
BOI!!!! I swear to god, we both felt like dying, but i mean, we were waiting in line for their freaking concert so what are ya gonna do??! (JUST DIE, thats what im gonna do) those sneaky, clever boys….

(lmao i make myself laugh way to much)

So yeah, that was the concert and I probably didn’t properly describe it. I’m sorry for not having any videos or pics of the concert but I know you can find so many from other people. 

Here’s some other things I bought. Spoiler, its all basically Yoongi.

OMG hes so cute, they’re all so cute. My bedroom looks like a shrine….

Jealous - Dallas Smut (Part II.)

“Dally always gets what he wants”

Suddenly, his hand swung around and roughly slapped my ass under my skirt.

I bit my lip, hiding how much I was loving this..

“Answer me (Y/N). You just think you can mess around and get away with it without me punishing you?” he growled, slowly kneading my breasts.

“N-No Dally” 

“Good, cause you’re mine” 

He suddenly dropped to his knees and steadily ran his hands up my bare thighs, reaching under my skirt. Dally was sure to take his time as he slowly slid my panties down my legs. Practically panting with anticipation, I kicked them off hurriedly. He chuckled at my actions. He was so close to my aching core that I could feel his breath against me. Shivers ran down my spine.

“Oh Dal..” I whimpered, “Please..” 

“Nuh-uh baby..this is what you get for making a fool out of Dally”

He kissed my thighs slowly. I was practically dripping all over the place when he finally slid his tongue up my folds.

“Oh fuck, Dallas!” I gasped.

“Mmm..you taste so sweet babygirl” he smirked.

He knew I loved it when he called me that. He then skillfully worked his mouth against my core, darting his tongue in out until my legs were shaking. I roughly pulled on his hair, holding onto it as the pleasure shot though me. He ran his tongue over my clit - sucking and gently biting it. I could feel my stomach tighten, I was about to reach my high.

He then inserted two fingers, working them in and out of me, his tongue stroking my clit. 

“Say my name” he growled, looking up at me with dark eyes.


“Louder you little slut!” 

“Dallas Winston! Right there- oh fuck yes!”

He unexpectedly curled his fingers and I lost it.

“D-Dally..I’m gonna cum” I squealed.

“That’s it..cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers..”

“Oh my god..!” was all I managed to say before I felt my walls clench and tighten around him. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and for a minute, everything went black.

Next thing I knew, Dally had me hung over his shoulder, carrying me down the hall and to our bedroom. I was still out of breath.

“D-dal..I need a minute” I said breathlessly. 

“Well I ain’t waiting for this any longer”

I suddenly felt myself whirl around and roughly hit the soft mattress. As worn out as I was from that last orgasm, I was still immensely turned on by Dally’s dominant side.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t remember a damn thing about earlier tonight. Not Soda, not Pony, not anybody..” he said, climbing on top of me. 

I looked into his eyes and spotted a strange mixture of lust and anger. He kissed me roughly as we moved our hips together in sync. I started to unbuckle his belt, but he climbed out of my reach. I whimpered at the loss of contact.

He reached inside our bedside table drawer and pulled out a small foil packet. 

“Strip.” he demanded.

Obeying his rules, I quickly removed every piece of clothing that still remained. I looked up to see Dally in only his boxers. I admired his toned body and every curve and line that made him, well, Dally. And I loved him. I loved this boy so damn much. 

He climbed over top of me once again. I reached down, palming him through his boxers. He was hard as a rock, and it showed. 

“Fuck..” he moaned at the sudden contact. 

But he suddenly yanked my arms up above my head, pinning me down. I had no control.

“I don’t think so.” he said with a devilish grin.

Then, he suddenly plunged into me roughly with no warning. I winced in pain, my walls stretching around him. My body could never really get used to how big Dally was. 

“Dallas!” I moaned, half screaming.

He rocked back and forth, going and deeper into me, hitting my g-spot every time.

“Fucking shit (Y/N) - you’re so tight” he panted.

I unintentionally dug my nails into his skin, gripping his knuckles as he held me up. I was helpless, but boy was I loving every second of it. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead, which I’m sure were on mine too. The only sound that filled the room was our muffled moans and heavy breathing.

He thrusted in and out of me roughly, I could feel my high coming already. He let go of my arms and gripped my body, getting weaker with every thrust. I knew he was close. My nails dragged down his back over and over again, surely leaving marks. 

“Ride my cock” he spit through gritted teeth. 


“You heard me. Be a good girl and ride my cock.”

I gripped onto his shoulders as he flipped me over on top, so I was straddling him. I moaned aloud as I slowly slid myself down onto him. I quickly picked up speed, bouncing up and down and rocking my hips.

“Shit..baby..just like that” he moaned.

My small hands gripped his chest tightly as I held myself up. I felt my walls clench around him as I was about to reach my high.

“Dally, fuck, I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming” 

“You’re mine (Y/N)! Only mine!” he yelled, meeting my thrusts.

“Only yours Dally!”

I released around him, screaming his name along with various profanities. 

“Aw fuck, (Y/N)! Jesus Christ!” Dally moaned as he came. 

I fell limp against his chest, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck as we both regained our breath.

“Dal..that was..” 

“(Y/N)”, he interrupted, “I’m sorry..for uh..ya know overreacting like I did..”

Dally was never good with apologies, but I knew he meant it. 

“I love you Dallas” 

“And if you getting jealous every now and then means more sex like this - then don’t bother bein’ sorry..” I giggled.

Dally let out a laugh then turned to smile at me, I smiled back forgivingly.

“I love you (Y/N)”

jeez that took forever to write..worth it though ;) I really hope you like it, Leave me some feedback! Love you guys!!

I failed TWICE to catch the same kazoo that Billie Joe threw precisely at me and here’s why it’s ok and it doesn’t really matter.
I’m trying to make this my last Green Day themed post for a bit because I know I’ve drained everyone’s testicles this weekend and I’m gonna try to give my very-own-serious-insight about the whole concert thing. Let’s see how this one goes.
I lined up both days from 9am, because despite this being my 3rd and 4th Green Day concert, I’ve never managed to be anywhere near close to barrier.
Being on barrier for a show is always great.
Being on barrier for your favorite band is amazing.
But being on barrier when the showman is Billie Joe is a whole new thing.
I was close to the point where I could see a band-aid peak from his right buttcheek when his shirt lifted.
I was so close that I could see the delicacy he used to lay down Blue on stage.
I was so close that I was wet with his sweat (yeah, ew but whatever) and I could see clearly the little stars tattooed on his wrists, the same little stars that I have too.
I don’t want to be a sap, but that man is HAPPY to be where he is, and he makes the effort to give people attention. He locks eyes with people who need it, and he knows who needs it. I decided, against my own hygienic standards, to wear the same outfit for both nights, because really you can’t beat 2005 BJ. And for a matter of luck and state strategy, I ended up pretty much in the same spot both nights.
I had this idea of the flags, for many reasons. First of all WHY NOT, and secondly because I knew how Billie Joe is big on LGBT rights. I went and bought us two flags, wore mine as a cape, and as a result, he grabbed it from Jase’s hands during Still Breathing and made the effort of giving it back to us.
Now, I’m not hype about how our flag is now covered in Billie’s sweat, I was too at some point, I’m just stoked about the reaction from the crowd, the general cheer that he received when he wrapped himself in it. I’m just glad that we made a few people happy.
The Kazoo is a whole different thing though.
During the first night’s King for a day, he locked eyes with me while singing “Princess by dawn in a leather thong” and I mean, ok Billie, I’m ok with you thinking that I’m a princess in a leather thong, really. Then something greater happened. After the song finished he turned towards me again and aimed at me. He threw me his kazoo. Whelp, I missed, and when he realized he half mouthed a “sorry”.
That made it. His half apology.
But then last night, for the second night’s King for a day, he saw me again, pointed at me and locked eyes. And guess what? He aimed again precisely at me when throwing his kazoo, staring at me. And let me tell you, when he’s staring at you, you KNOW he’s staring at you and not at your neighbor or to someone behind. And guess fucking what? The kazoo got snatched by the girl next to me. He saw it happening, lowered his shoulders and frowned.
That, again, made it.
During the day I told my liners what happened the night before because I had photos coming through my feed, and I stated that whatever happened, I was happy. I had my *moment* with Billie, I managed to score Mike’s pick. I could not possibly ask for more, for that second night.
And then the kazoo happens again, and again Billie makes sure I know he’s sorry that I didn’t get it.
I was bummed, of course, also for Louden Swain’s kazoo reasons.
But you know what? On a second thought, I don’t care if I don’t have my kazoo. I have the memory of Billie Joe TRYING TWICE to throw it in my direction, aiming precisely at me, possibly remembering that I missed out on it the previous night,possibly due to the same outfit, and that’s honestly so much more valuable than a fucking plastic kazoo.
So here I am trying to decide which one is my favorite memory, if the flag or the kazoo.
But then I remember that a really close friend had the same kazoo experience in Australia last week, it got thrown precisely at her and got snatched even there,and I mean, what are the odds? In two oceans both of 6 thousands people, we both got the same chance and frankly that’s where I decide that my favorite memory is perhaps this coincidence.
The amazing thing about lining up for almost 12h with strangers is the sudden realization that they are not strangers at all. They are there for the same exact reason that you are, they share your same love and passion for that particular band, and possibly for even more things. (See the conversation about cosplay held up in front of a beer last night!). Make friends with your fellow liners, they will be close to you during the night, look out for them, exchange gums and lollies, make sure they get to barrier as much as you do, give them advice. Listen to their stories of 67 previous Green Day concerts, to their interactions with other fans, be their friends. Make sure that the tinier ones are well protected and that the first timers enjoy themselves as much as you do.
That’s what you’ll go home with. New friendships. New memories. New emotions. New bruises. New holyshitdidthathappen moments.
I’m not here to tell you how good Green Day are on stage, and how much energy they put into the show and how talented artists they are. We all know that!
Billie is not only a rockstar and a great artist, Billie is honestly a pocket size miracle in the form of a ball of energy.
I have more love and respect for him, his Blue baby and a certain other car Baby and a certain Misha person that I have for some people I actually know in real life.
It’s these kind of nights and days and even only split second moments that fill your heart SO MUCH that make life worth living.
Do the nerd thing, friend. Go line up early. Buy the tickets. Be a fan. Scream at the top of your lungs. Wipe your tears fearlessly after your favorite song ends. Don’t be afraid of showing how much you CARE about your thing. Laugh. Live. Love what you love. These are the things that will keep you fucking alive and #StillBreathing and you’re not alone in this madness.
I’m with you. First line. Passing through the #DoorCsquad
#RevRadTour #RevRad #GreenDay
(Credit to Intsta @ frunztunz for the video)

The After

A/N: This is very different from than anything I’ve ever done before. This was inspired by a drabble that I read called “Sieve” by ReadyMachine on AO3. After reading that I got the idea for this fic and started writing immediately. It’s taken me awhile to get up because it is much different from my other fics, but I hope it’ll be just as good. There will smut in this series per usual, so stay tuned for that lol. Kay, that’s all I got, I will be posting Part 2 of Wrong Loves My Company next. 

Warning: None, I think.

Word Count: 2632

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anonymous asked:

could u write a scenario where lance is a superhero and the reader is a villain and they're always meeting up and having romantic tension and one night he's like "why don't we just date and both be superheroes" and the reader is like "i never thought i would switch sides, but for you? anything."

I LOVE SUPERHEROS. GIVE ME ALL THE SUPERHERO AUS PLEASE. Okay so just a little background before we jump in so it makes a bit of sense. Lance has super speed and ice powers in this AU and he is very Wally West Flash where he cracks jokes and isn’t always seen as a threat compared to bigger heros but hes smarter than people give him credit for. And the people of his town adore him because not only does he defeat the villains but he also helps with other things in the community. He is at every major charity event and uses any money he makes off of royalties to put back into the city, mostly to cover costs that his fights cause. And his name is Hailblazer (a combo of trail blazer,hell raiser and an ice pun) and his suite is very Nightwing-esque. 

Oh and shout out to @legendarydesvender because I saw their superhero au a while back and loved it and I kind of got the idea for the name from them and if they don’t want me to use something so similar I will gladly change it

“You know this isn’t very evil of you?” Lance aka Hailblazer said managing to spray bits of brownie everywhere since apparently he was only able to talk with his mouth open. I rolled my eyes and made a mocking talking motion with my hand. He either didn’t see or choose to ignore this as he shoveled yet another baked treat into his mouth. “I mean I guess they could be poison but if you would destroy chocolate with poison than you really are evil and deserve to be known as the villain who brought down the amazing Azure Blur,” he said trying to flash a charming smile, failing to realize that he had chunks of chocolate in his teeth.

I laughed and actually swallowed my food before talking. “For one nobody has added ‘the amazing’ to your name. You can’t just add things to your stage name that would be like a whole rebranding issue that I don’t think you want to deal with. And I am off the clock tonight. Besides evil is a very strong word. I am just trying to stop actual evil corporations from destroying the planet. Sure I may use a lot of lasers and monologue quite a bit, its a nasty habit I should work on actually, but I don’t think that really makes me evil … do you?” I asked trying to keep things casual, or as casual as we could get when outfitted in our best over the top and brightly colored costumes. But on the inside my heart was going as fast as him at his top speed which would mean an impossible and scientifically unsound speed that should cause it to combust from the effort.

It was a question I had actually been pondering for awhile. Between all the banter and strange afterglow when he finally foiled my plans and we got to spend time alone as he escorted me to the jail I would eventually break out of I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me. He seemed to trust me to some extent, he had even revealed his secret identity to me when he came to seek my help when he was mortally wounded. Trusted me enough to not think twice when I sent him a message to meet me on the roof top of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. Trusted me enough to not think twice before eating half a dozen of the brownies I had made. Yet he still called me evil, still talked about defeating the villain and hoping that I would be behind bars for good to the press. It was confusing and I know I wasn’t suppose to care, I was suppose to be so dead set in my own morals and ways that nothing anyone said should bother me. But this silly boy with his over gelled hair and his bad one liners and obnoxiously blue color scheme got to me.

And the longer he made me wait for a response the more nervous I felt. He didn’t have to answer, he could just drop a pun and run off into the night but I didn’t want him to. I wanted, no needed an answer. I leaned in closer to him, my gloved hand brushing his finger tips. “Do you think I’m evil?” I asked again but more quiet this time, a disgusting plead in my voice. I hated the way I was seeking validation from him, hated that I knew if he said yes that I would be crushed and so would start the next chapter of my career as someone who really was evil. This moment was the decisive moment in time that would be my back story. I knew this and I despised just how much power he had over me.

“I think that you are going about things the wrong way,” is what he finally said slowly, the only time I had ever seen him to anything slowly. My mind raced trying to figure out what that meant but luckily he wasn’t the kind of hero who shrouded himself in mystery. “I think that the general feelings behind your plans aren’t really all that bad, I can see you are trying to help in your own kind of way but a cool motive doesn’t make it not illegal. And I’ve faced some truly and purely evil people before … but you aren’t one of them,” he finally said with a warm smile. It was the kind that made color rise to my cheeks because it wasn’t his signature grin that was plastered on posters around the city, this was genuine and one I wanted to selfishly reserve for only myself.

“I’ve actually been thinking about rebranding a lot actually because uh I have an idea. Its not something I would force on you because you do you and I’ll only get in the way if you are doing something wrong buttttttt … what do you think about becoming a hero? I could use a partner in justice,” he said standing up, balancing on the ledge of the building and holding out his hand “besides we would totally make a power couple. But I can’t date a villain its against the rules~” he added chuckling but I could see a small line of sweat building on his forehead and a slight twitch in his fingers. Signs I had come to learn that meant he was nervous.

I beamed up at him and took his hand, using it as leverage to pull myself up and press close against him where I could see his face rapidly becoming a clashing red to his blue mask. I couldn’t help but laugh as he let out a cute nervous chuckle, his voice cracking slightly. “You know maybe a bit of rebranding is just what I need, as long as I have you at my side,” I breathed against his lips before bridging the gap between them and finally kissing the lips I had memorized a long time ago. For as long as I had known him I had always seen him moving, he could never be still even for a moment and yet for the first time ever he was completely immobile. I thought maybe he had some weird defect in his powers that a kiss would zap them and I started to panic and pull away. This seemed to bring him back to me though and suddenly his lips were moving against mine and he was holding me securely against him. I don’t know how long we stayed there, the world could have ended and been rebooted twice for all I knew before we finally came up for air.

I pressed my nose against his own and smiled against his lips “I didn’t think I would switch sides so easily but for you … for you I would do anything.”

Bad Dreams

Prompt 5, “I’m going to keep you safe” with Spencer, requested by anonymous

A/N: I don’t know why I’m such a bitch for nightmare fics, but I am and here is another one. This is a little different than my usual, because it switches point of view. Italics is Spencer, traditional is the reader. It should make sense. Enjoy, and keep sending those requests!

“(Y/N)!” I screamed. I couldn’t get to her. Everything was so hazy, and all of my reactions seemed too slow, just a beat off of my usual speed. It drove my crazy, like an itch that I couldn’t scratch. 

Even with my brain trudging through mud, she was the most important thing on my mind. I could hear her screaming, endlessly, and I was desperate to get to her. 

“(Y/N!)” I screamed again. I could feel my throat growing raw, and couldn’t imagine how much worse she must feel. Pushing on through the abandoned building, I continued to search for her. It seemed I was getting closer; I could hear her more clearly. Then, I rounded a corner and there she was, all tied up and bloody. I felt my heart lurch in my chest. 

“(Y/N),” I said, and she looked over at me. 

“Spencer, thank God you’re here,” she sobbed. “Please help me.” 

“You’ll be okay, I’m here,” I said. But some part of me wasn’t sure. 

There was a ring of liquid around where she was tied up, and I felt a tinge of worry when I looked at it. Seconds later, it lit up with raging fire, and I knew why. 

I couldn’t get past it, and the fire roared in my ears as she screamed my name. 

I cried for her, tried everything I could, but it was useless. 

I couldn’t do anything except watch the destruction of the person I had promised to keep safe. 

I was in the bathroom when I heard Spencer’s screaming. I had just left the bedroom less than a minute before; surely there wasn’t someone in the house?

I rushed back to the doorway between our bedroom and bathroom, only to find Spencer, alone in our bed, thrashing and screaming. I was by his side in seconds, shaking him awake. 

“Spencer!” I exclaimed. “Hey, Spencer, honey, wake up.” 

It took a few minutes, but eventually he woke with a gasp, tangled in the sheets and covered in a sheen of cold sweat. His breathing was ragged, and I could see his chest heaving with sobs as he struggled to catch his breath, my name coming out in gasping cries. 

“Hey, hey, come here,” I murmured. “Spence, hey, you’re okay. You’re okay, I’m right here.” When he noticed me, he crumbled into my arms, shaking like a leaf. 

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I was trying, I swear, I was…”

“Oh, shh,” I soothed. “I know, sweetie. I know you were. It’s okay, everyone is safe now. It was just a dream.” 

“I can’t-” 

“Honey, breathe,” I said. “It’s alright, just breathe.” 

I held him there in the dark of our bedroom for a while as he cried. Eventually, the sobbing tapered off and he looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked gently. 

“(Y/N), I promise I’m not going to let that happen to you,” he said hoarsely.

“Let what happen to me?” I asked. 

“Anything,” he replied quickly. “I’m going to keep you safe.” 

“I know,” I said. I reached up to run my hand through his hair. “Spencer, I have never doubted that you’ll keep me safe. I know that.” 

He nodded silently, and I could sense his exhaustion. 

“Come on, let’s go back to sleep,” I said, gently tugging him to lie down next to me. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled against my hair. I smiled slightly. 

“I know,” I said. “I love you, too.” 

There was a hesitant pause. 

“You’ll be here if…if I wake up again?” he asked quietly. Spencer is tough, but late at night things look different. 

“Of course,” I assured him. “I’ll be right here.” 

Soon, Spencer and I were both asleep again, warm and together, right where we belong. 

Scorpio Part 14

Scorpio  Scorpio Pt.2 Scorpio Pt.3 Scorpio Pt.4 Scorpio Pt.5 Scorpio Pt.6 Scorpio Pt.7 Scorpio Pt.8 Scorpio Pt.9 Scorpio Part.10 Scorpio Part.11 Scorpio Part 12 Scorpio Part 13

Warnings: Smut, violence(I guess)

Enjoy :)

We arrived outside the large grey building which heavily contrasted to the bright blue in the sky which was broken up only by white wisps of cloud. Dylan pulled the car into a visitor’s space right out front. J turned to me producing an identical grey canister to the one in his utility belt “Use this on our unfortunate friend Mr Thatch” he grinned.

“Dare I ask?”

“Just spray into his face when you’re finished with him doll”. The door opened beside me; Dylan suited in a well fitted navy three piece. My eyes flashed to his arm as his silver button cufflinks reflected at me, he offered me a hand which I took gracefully and stepped out of the car. “Let’s go” I said as we made our way towards the towering building, I chucked the canister into my deep red leather laptop case which I’d brought with me. The shallow stone steps brought us closer to the large 18th century wooden panel doors. The doors were shrouded with large columns of stone. On either side of the door were two stone statues of masked knights standing gallantly with swords in hands; the statues were weathered but I still stared in awe at the frozen protectors.

  Immediately upon opening the doors the sound of a large crowd hit me before the sight of the busy entrance annex. The room was pulsing with energy but before I could take one more step “Bags please” A skinny security guard droned at me. I handed over my laptop and small clutch for inspection, the guy looked over at Dylan for a sign of any baggage before catching a quick eyeful of me and returning his glare to the bags. The bags cleared the scanning machine and rolled out the other side “Have a good day folks”. After reclaiming my bags we were released into the flurry of people, the majority of whom were in black or grey suits and carrying containers for their morning caffeine fix. You could almost feel the static in the air from the overuse of electronics in the room. The white marble floor was speckled with black marble chips; there was also a pattern of black circles. The large reception desk was straight ahead and was stationed by three smartly dressed women. To the left of the desk was intermittent dinging of three elevators, a beautiful flowering pot of tulips at either end. Still looking to the left but more square to me were four light brown leather sofas set out in a square surrounding a large glass coffee table; the table had an abundance of magazines neatly in a pile on top of it. To the right of the main desk was an aged wooden spiral staircase leading up to the 1st floor whose balcony was overlooking us.

  Making our way over to the desk we were greeted by one of the receptionists; she was middle aged with fiery red hair with grey roots peeking through. Her skin was slightly creased and worn from the years of dealing with the public. “Good Morning how I can you help you this morning?” She beamed her mood as bright as the pastel pink blouse she wore tucked into her black pencil skirt. “I have a meeting with Mr Thatch at 11:30” I cheerily replied. A few clicks later and she looked back up at me “Miss Grantham?” She questioned, after I smiled and nodded she continued “3rd floor room 5, go left when you get to the top of the stairs and follow the hallway round”

“Thank you”

“You’ll be required to wear these” She handed us a pair of clip on visitor’s passes.

“Thanks” I repeated. We turned and headed for the stairs. This was kind of exciting; I could feel the adrenaline circulating through my system giving me a slight buzz. Dylan was just a few steps behind surveying the surrounding area silently. As we were elevated up on the stairs I glanced down to the unknowing soon to be victims and hiding a slight smirk.

   A metal placard indicated we had arrived on the 3rd floor. I pictured the Major smugly unaware of the chaos that was about to disrupt his corrupted ways, I wouldn’t even be too surprised if he was snorting recreational chemicals as we speak. I parked myself on a chair outside room 5; Dylan who I could sense was slightly on edge chose to stand beside me one hand holding the other in front of him.

    We waited patiently for ten minutes before the clicking of the door revealed Mr Thatch for the taking. Robert Thatch was a short podgy man with greased back brown hair which was thinning and receding from the front; he smiled a rehearsed smile, the sentiment was not reflected in his eyes. His smile and eyes widened slightly as his glare unapologetically slithered up and down me. “Miss Grantham nice to meet you please come through” Until this point he’d not acknowledged Dylan but as he moved to follow me the wave of disappoint that slapped Mr Thatch across the face was evident. His eyes looked at me expectantly “Apologies This Is Karl Thomson my assistant “I explained. The look of disbelief was hard not to miss yet fairly standard to me; his height, stature and build all exaggerated my smaller presence. He certainly doesn’t look like a man in the assistant demographic. Thatch didn’t extend the courtesy to wait for us through the door he headed straight to his desk. The door behind me clicked as Dylan pushed the door closed. Already slumped in his chair he swivelled to face us and motioned us to take a seat, I did so and placed my laptop bag down by my feet and laid the handbag to rest on my lap.

“So how can I help you today?” he asked jamming a pen in his mouth to chew on; his eyes dropped  to my chest, I suppressed a rush of my temper and remained smiling sweetly. I gave a small motion with my hand to Dylan to which Thatch barely noticed.

“What, What are you doing!? His voice full of panic as Dylan had subdued him and was restraining him to his chair by the means of cable ties finishing off with stuffing a handkerchief in his mouth. The muffled cries of Thatch will not be heard past this room. “Thanks, keep an eye outside” I requested he replied with a curt nod. I followed him and shut the door behind him. Turning back to my hostage I pulled at my blouse to untuck it and looked around. The room was square and well-lit by the gaps in the blinds across the large glass window. The window ran all the way across the side of room behind Thatch. Another side of the room housed a row of black filing cabinets leading to a large green plant in the corner. Just a dull office in my opinion, I guess it was similar to J’s but at least his office had alcohol in it. An evil smile escaped me as I got closer and I could see beads of sweat escaping his pores and trickling down his face. I cheerily sat on his lap sideways the chair was jolty as a consequence of him struggling. I twisted and looked straight into his panic stricken eyes

“Now I need two things from you” I paused for effect “one I need you not to scream or shout out when I remove your gag, you’ll just have to trust me if you do it won’t go well for you” His eyes widened with fear but nodded multiple times “Second I need your login details for the system, If you’re a good boy then I’m sure there’s something I can do for you in return” I wrapped one arm around him and ran my fingers through the back of his hair while ensuring some of my weight pressed into his crotch. I managed to hide the intense feeling of repulsion that tidal waved over me. To be honest I didn’t even need him for the login; have to get my kicks somewhere seeing as I wasn’t allowed to stay for the fun.

  The mislead thought that I wasn’t going to kill him softened his face as I removed the gag and he stayed true to his word of not making noise. After he’d caught his breath I stared at him and raised my eyebrows “Well?”

“Username ThatchR” He stammered, I pulled the chair closer to the screen and began tapping away at the keys “Password Bethany277” I hit the enter button “yay!”  I cheered as the user profile started loading. I stood up freeing Robert of my weight and turned and leaned down “Now what to do with you” I whispered and leant on the desk and placed one leg on Robert’s chair in between his legs “P..please don’t hurt me, I’ve given you what you want” He pleaded. I replied with silence “I know” I beamed and retrieved the canister Mister J had given me. Confusion riddled over his face, his eyes were puffy from crying; I depressed the button on the canister and the aerosol contents sprayed into Thatch’s face.

  His face instantly reacting by scrunching up all his rat like features, after a few moments his face was frozen; his lips were pulled, forced into a tight grin his chest had ceased rising and falling. His eyes were now still and glaring completely unreactive. Of course Joker toxin I thought feeling slightly silly I hadn’t worked that out. I pushed with my leg and his chair and his chair rolled backwards; Thatch’s’ feet lifelessly dragging on the floor. I dragged one of the guest chairs round and sat at the computer. I clipped my pen drive into place and opened my decryption scanner and merrily clicked on green go button. Within a few minutes the program will have initialized leaving me free to select the computer and unlock any sensitive data that I required. I leaned back in the chair and watched the percentage bar quickly fill to 100%. Dozens of windows opened up I ran the relevant searches and bingo! After a few more clicks and folders later I had everything I needed. I fished my phone out my pocket and dialled J, it clicked through after only one ring. “Ready for the codes?” I asked

“In a minute Doll, stay where you are” he ordered, I swore I heard the feedback through the door. As soon as that thought finished the door had swung open; I jumped up in surprise; Dylan was not let anyone in. Unless of course it was the Joker.

I was stood in shock for a moment before realising I was still holding my phone to my ear; I clicked it off and put it down on the table before walking towards him. Surprise still etched on my face “what are you doing here” The Joker stood, smirked, then closed the door and turned the lock. The clicking made my chest tight; this was either going to be really good or really bad.

“I thought I’d come and see my kitten” he growled as he looked over my shoulder at the empty shell of Robert Thatch. His eyes ignited engulfing mine a cold hand was now round my throat; lightly but firmly enough to move me and slam me into the filing cabinets. He pushed himself hard up against me with lips locking to mine. I grabbed both his hands which were now both softly caressing either side of my face. “Is this really the time” I breathed.

“The time is when I say it is, the vault can wait” he stated matter of fact before resuming passionately kissing me. I felt my whole body increase in temperature radiating from below, sharing my feeling of heat himself he growled and lifted me up. I instantly wrapped my legs and arms around him; he carried me over and set me down onto the desk. I swept the contents in my radius onto the floor; a photo frame of a woman and young girl cracked as it hit the floor. He pulled away and started untucking his shirt and undoing his belt, I followed his lead and lay back on the table and unhooked the clip and zipper on my trousers. They were swiftly pulled off me along with my lacy underwear; my legs were seized and pulled closer to him. I sat up and pulled at his shirt to get him close enough that I could slide my hands under his shirt and grabbed at his waist and clamped down with my fingernails. He exhaled a growl and starting working on unhooking my blouse buttons exposing my heaving chest; he glided his hands over them before gripping round my ribs to still me while he pushed himself inside me. We both inhaled sharply my legs squeezed tighter around his waist so he could reach deeper “I enjoy you too much kitten” He breathed removing the clip from my hair and letting it fall before pulling at it exposing my neck for him to start sucking while lightly clamping down with his teeth. My hands were getting moist holding onto the back of his neck, his thrusts were becoming slowly sloppy and I was nowhere near where I needed to get to. We both moaned loudly as his final thrust was long and slow; he stabled himself as he relieved whatever he needed into me. I released my grip of grip and lay back down onto the desk.

He pulled out of me and redressed himself as I lay breathing fast; I was preparing myself to get annoyed at his selfishness when I felt the warm moist pressure of his tongue. I rolled my head back onto my crown as I exhaled automatically grabbing the edge of the desk with one hand while the other gripped onto his hair. My back arched, I couldn’t stop the high pitch moan that escaped me as his tongue pressed a circle around my clit while he slid two fingers into me with ease. He held them inside me while I held his head on my spot and tilted my hips upwards forcing his fingers to where I wanted them. He started with the come hither motion. I ran one hand through my hair, my heart was beating ferociously, pulsing through my whole my body. A strong flush of heat and pleasure spread as I near enough shouted “don’t stop” as I lost control of my body to the quivers and pulses of ecstasy. I lay there giving out breathless sighs of satisfaction as wet kisses were making their way up my body “I love when daddy gets to taste his princess” he breathed into my ear.

    He allowed me to sit up and passed me my clothes “Ready for the codes now?” I chuckled as I secured the last button on my blouse.

“Well I suppose I got enough of what I need for now” I smirked at him with gratification. I relocated to the other side of the desk and sent the details to his phone and unplugged the pen drive; replacing it to where it came from. Turning the screen off I used the semi reflective blackness to remove the sex from my hair. “Later doll” The door was unlocked and clicked shut again before I could even look up and reply. I walked over to the door and took a deep breathe suddenly remembering Dylan was probably still outside and prepared myself for the look of disappointment I was to receive. I left the room quickly closing the door as to not let the smell of death and sex escape. I was met with raised eyebrows from Dylan’s perfect face. “How much did you hear” I dared ask feeling blood pump redness into my cheeks. “I got the gist” He said modestly breaking eye contact quickly to look at the floor. “Well let’s get gone so the boys can have their fun” I insisted.