i really need to clean the bathroom

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

Passive Magick [Part 1]

As a witch who works full time, suffers from a couple of chronic illnesses, and has two furbabies to care for, I’m finding that I have little time or physical energy to carry out full blown rituals or spells when practicing magick. For a long time, I felt like I was neglecting my practice because I wasn’t “doing enough” until I realized that you can be a witch and do spells with a minimal amount of tools and supplies. I’m not necessarily saying that you don’t need to put in just as much effort, but there are plenty of ways to practice magick in a minimalistic manner.

  • Correspondences - while it’s totally fine to have a physical grimoire that’s beautifully written, it’s not always time effective to flip through pages and pages of notes just to find a correspondence for an item you want to use, regardless of how organized you are. This is where technology comes in. I use OneNote for my grimoire - it’s an app that can be synced across various platforms such as your PC, smartphone, and tablet. There’s the option to add tabs at the top of the page (when using it on a PC), which is great for organizing your grimoire by subject. There’s also a search function, which comes in handy when you want to do magick on the go or need to quickly and easily find something.
  • Apps - I’d dare to say that most people have some kind of smartphone these days, so if you do, find some apps that you can use in your practice. Some of my favorites for Android include Phases of the Moon, Aquarius2Go, Galaxy Tarot and Galaxy Runes, and Runic Formulas.
  • Pre-spell Preparation - if you’ve been practicing for a while, you probably have an idea of the kinds of spells you like to do the most, whether they’re for protection, cleansing, relaxation, peace, grounding, cursing, whatever. With that being said, stock up on various ingredients that you know you’ll use, and separate them based on intent. In the same sense, you can prepare and charge various spell components ahead of time so that they’re ready to use when you need them - things like moon water, powders, and oil blends come to mind. I tend to do a lot of spells for success, so I’ve made a success oil in the form of a roll on perfume that I keep with me at all times - it contains a few different essential oils that match my intent (and are skin safe), a carrier oil, and some gem chips that keep it charged. I dab a little bit on the insides of my wrists when I need a boost, and sometimes I’ll even use it to draw sigils on myself that also match my intent.
  • Use items you already have - this bit is especially useful if you’re trying to cut down on the cost of “made for magick” items, i.e. things you’d find in a metaphysical store. There are tons of household items that can be used for magick that you likely already have - tea bags, herb blends for cooking, vinegar, body wash and soap, perfume, distilled water, etc. You can use these items as is, or combine them to make whatever you need. [disclaimer & warning: be smart about it, don’t go around mixing bleach and vinegar]
  • Speaking of using stuff you already have: Find out the correspondences of the things lying around your house and combine mundane action with magick. Gotta take a shower? Need to clean the house? Time to cook dinner? Figure out the correspondences of the stuff you’re using and make a quick and easy spell out of it. 
    • I tend to do bath magick a lot - everyone has to bathe at some point, so why not make it magickal? Places like Bath & Body Works and Lush are really good about listing the herbal and floral ingredients they use in their products, so pick a few of your favorites and go to town!
    • I use a Swiffer WetJet for the kitchen and bathroom - the liquid cleaning agent that I buy for it smells like lavender, so not only am I physically cleansing my space, I’m also inviting peaceful and relaxing energy into it. 
    • When I go to buy a new candle, I open up my OneNote grimoire and quickly find the correspondences of the color and scent and use it accordingly - so not only does my house smell good, it’s also filled with a particular energy based on the correspondences of the candle. 
    • When cooking, look up the correspondences for both the meal as a final product and the ingredients that go into it - I use olive oil a lot, so sometimes I’ll even draw a sigil in the bottom of the pan or dish to add a little boost.

Look out for part 2 of this post, where I’ll be making an actual list of various ways to perform passive magick and incorporate it into your daily routine.

Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.

SIMON:

I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same moment I hit the ground.

BAZ:

Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is torn in a few places.

I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and cautiously step closer.

‘Snow?’

There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving. I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.

There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be struggling to breathe.

Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back on the bed.

I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead. There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death, and realising how close you are to losing him.)

I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his cheeks.

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10 Things I needed after Top Surgery

1. A place to stay and someone to stay with.  Seriously, recovery is not something you can do on your own.  If you know a nurse who is willing to hang out with you it makes life 10X easier because they are used to seeing blood and helping people and cleaning up messes.  My friend even helped me wash my hair over his kitchen sink and changed my dressings for me.  No reaching, no stretching, no bending over, it’s great.

2. Something soft and comforting.  The pain meds made me woozy and a little emotional.  I couldn’t control when I slept, when I was awake, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open sometimes.  I lost track of time, started conversations I didn’t remember, etc.  Having something around that was constant like a specific blanket, a drink you like, a tv show you can binge on that you’ve watched before (you’ll fall asleep and no remember what happened), helped make me feel more stable.  I chose a blanket and pillow that I particularly like.  And have some Arizona tea always around.

3. Bendy Straws.  This is pretty common but they’re really a life saver.  I didn’t have to pick my arms up for anything really. 

4. Something to keep toilet paper closer to the toilet in the bathroom.  Whether this is a cheap toilet paper rack or even a small bucket or stool, I had issues reaching the toilet paper roll because it was either too far in front of me or on the wall behind me.  Consider where the toilet paper is in your bathroom and make adjustments if you need to.  

5. Glass cleaning cloth.  With how much I fell asleep and woke up, my glasses were constantly on and off my face, falling on the floor, and of course I had to pick them up with my toes if I was alone because I couldn’t bend them over.  At some point I was ready to safety pin a cloth to my surgery binder so I didn’t have to keep asking for one when I couldn’t see through all the smudges.  This is also helpful for computer screens and phone screens especially if you aren’t wearing normal clothing like a soft tshirt or jacket.

6. Easy access medications.  If your meds come with child locks on them, you might not be able to open them.  Find a jar or something with a really easy access lid - something that screws off with you having to push buttons or pop anything - and LABEL things according to what you use them for.  Pain meds really clogged my thoughts so seeing words like “OW” and “BLEH” on the top of bottles helped me distinguish which med was for pain and which med was for nausea.  Have fun with this one.

7. A pillow that won’t run away.  If you’re sleeping in a bed, try body pillows around you.  If you’re sleeping on a couch, make sure it’s not a couch that will swallow you between the cushions.  I spent most of my time in a recliner with a travel pillow around my neck.

8. Meditation music or something quiet.  After the first 12-24 hours I found myself holding my shoulders up trying to reduce the pain on my incisions which caused a lot of tension in my back, neck, and shoulders.  At some points they were more painful than the incisions.  Take some time to really meditate and relax your muscles or the tightness will impact everything around you - pain levels, mood, etc.  

9. Easy access snacks.  I love clementines so we found some that were easy to peel.  Chip bags that are small and easy to handle are nice too.  Light plates, bowls, plastic cups, things that don’t require a lot of coordination work well because it’s hard to get situated and then have to reach for a ton of things.  Eat food that only requires one utensil.  Etc.

10. Short Walks.  March in Michigan is cold, so we went to stores to get one or two things, I leaned over a cart and hobbled through.  It made me dizzy and painful, it sucked most of the time, but once I sat down and relaxed I felt so much better than pre-walk.  I wasn’t fidgety anymore, I felt like I could actually sit still and let myself heal rather than getting up every 10 minutes or asking for water or reading a book or scratching or painting my nails.  I slept better after walks, I ate better after walks, and I felt more emotionally stable after walks.  


Okay, those are my top 10 things.  I’m sure there are others depending on your situation.  Some people recommend cough drops for your sore throat after anesthesia, I didn’t experience this.  I also experienced a little more draining than a lot of guys do and thus needed some extra gauze and bandages.  Long phone chargers, comfy slippers, and loose-fitting clothes are often recommended too.  I used my regular 6ft charger, had some slippers but mostly only wore them when my feet were cold, and I wore shorts and my surgery binder for most of the week after because it was easier to regulate my temperature with blankets than take clothes on and off.  

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A-Z NSFW: Xiumin

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Xiu’s a very neat guy, he has a freaking tiny vacuum for his bed, c’mon. He doesn’t like mess, so he’s pretty keen on quickly wiping you down with a warm rag or dragging you to the shower and stripping the bed sheets. He works out like crazy, so he knows the importance of taking care of yourself, so he takes great care with making sure you’re not hurt, hydrated, clean, and even is pretty into giving you a tiny massage with sweet smelling lotion. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Obviously Xiu’s pretty proud of his abs and muscles, they really come in handy when he’s in the mood and you don’t really have a surface to do it on…On the flip side, he gets really sappy, he loves your eyes. He may have the muscles in the relationship, but you have the power to render him a mush of compliance with just a glance at him, use your power well.

C = Cum 
Again, Xiumin’s pretty clean, especially his bed, he doesn’t like making a mess so I imagine he almost always cums on like your tummy or thighs, somewhere that’s easy to clean up and isn’t going to make a mess on his bed.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
He hasn’t brought it up yet, and honestly he’s surprised you haven’t noticed. but he lowhighkey likes his hair pulled. He’s been thinking of a way to bring that to light…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s the oldest, and I don’t buy into his whole cute and innocent act when he turns around and gets on stage and does that shit. Xiumin certainly knows what to do, there’s no doubt about that.

F = Favorite position
He gives me the ‘from behind’ kind of vibe. He can easily reach any part of your body, curl his fingers in your hair, hold you still or pull you back to meet his thrusts easily. Plus wall sex is 10x easier from behind, no one needs to accidentally be dropped.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Xiu’s like a secret goof. He puts on this act, then Baekhyun tries to touch him and it all falls apart lmao. I can see it starting out serious, and then someone can’t get their sock off and it all falling apart and you’re a mess of giggles.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
That boys titties are always out, so thankfully I get a good shot of his tummy. I think he grooms occasionally. He’s, again, a clean dude, and sometimes there’s a happy trail and sometimes not, so I don’t think he keeps up with trimming day to day, but he does keep it neat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I think Xiumin would be one of the best boyfriends from EXO, I think he’s really into taking care of you and showing as well as telling how much he cares for you, so I’m positive it travels into the bedroom. I think the showy part of his romance is more for your non-sexual relationship, and the talking is for the sexual part of your relationship. He’s a talker in the bedroom, he’s got his face hidden in your neck, and panting sweet nothings against your skin all the way through sex.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Once again, he’s a really clean guy. I don’t think he jerks off much, because of the mess. The only place Xiu does it, is in the bathroom, in the shower. That way there’s not mess to clean up and he can just relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He really likes hearing you. Xiumin loves hearing you breathless, whining for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything, he’ll give you, you just need to say it and he’ll comply. He’s more on the dominant side of actions in the bedroom, but he loves you whimpering for him and telling him what you want him to do to you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bathtub is a prime location, nice lock, warm bath, some bath bombs, and no clean up. Plus you’re all soft and smooth and smell good afterwards too. Just the bed is a close second, but Xiu really likes the bath.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Back to the Kink, he loves you begging for him. Even if it’s just you and the boys out for dinner, and you start tugging on his arm and whining that you’re tired and want to go back to the dorm, he’s already scheming his way to make sure the boys stay gone long enough he can have you a tired mushy mess in bed again. Something about your voice whining for him, just really gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Xiu’s kind of shy and a bit insecure(although I think he’s a lot more confident in himself now yay), he can’t even fathom the idea of someone trying to take you away from him, threesomes or some voyeur stuff is 100% off the table.  

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Xiumin? Aka the king of singing? And rapping? And basically anything a human can possibly do? He may not talk much, but that’s cuz his tongue is busy doing something else….69 is more his speed though, he likes pleasure between you two to be matched.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Xiumin’s normally a mix, he’s kind of on the slower side, not really slow but he’s not quick, not particularly rough, but hard.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
A few times quickies happen, they’re usually in the morning when you’ve woken up and Xiu has like a half hour to get his ass moving and dressed and to his schedule. Quickies are just morning sex, to be honest. He’s not against them, plus he knows when he gets home later at night you’ll have more proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s the oldest, so I don’t really think he cares about getting caught doing anything in the dorm. Outside the dorm is off limits, public sex isn’t a go. But as for anything you can do inside the house, he’s open to discussing and trying if it sounds fun or actually pleasurable. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s pretty big on foreplay to make up for how ‘normal’ sex is with him? Like sex with his is pretty average, the sex itself spans about 10 minutes, and two rounds in a row is a stretch for him. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Xiumin is tip toeing on the line of being a full blown dom, and the boys know better than to touch Xiumin’s stuff so he’s not worried about anyone seeing his secret stash. He’s got various handcuffs and silk clothes to tie your hands together or to the bed, and a few vibrators for foreplay.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I feel like Xiumin is more impatient than the others, so teasing you is more like teasing him, and he’s not here for it. He’s big on foreplay, but full blown teasing, he normally passes on that stepped.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Xiumin’s pretty quiet, but that’s just because he’s sort of shy. In the bedroom, with you, he’s in his element. He doesn’t hold back, and the mofo is a goddamn gifted singer and rapper, he’s got a voice. He’s pretty loud, to be honest, groan and moans and he’s very vocal, I feel bad for any members that are near, no one needs to hear that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Shower sex isn’t safe, kids, you and Xiu learned that the hard way. One day of work for you, and an intense schedule for Xiu, you were both in the mood but no one had the strength to go through stripping the bed afterwards, so shower sex was proposed. Long story short, a bar of soap was knocked off the shelf, someone slipped, and a trip to the ER was needed. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana’s bias lmaoNana…this was a 20 minute convo for her to just give me an answer…According to my ‘dick master’ grandma, Xiumin’s dick is a bit on the shorter side, but he’s ‘thick like a one of those good big German sausages’. I hate my grandma 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Xiumin’s climbing in the years, so I think his hormones have certainly settled down, so he’s not just a horny teenage boy anymore. I think his sex drive is pretty stable, few times a week you two have sex, or if he knows he’s going away for a while he tries to squeeze in a few extra rounds to make up for the time you’ll lose. But besides that, he’s a pretty average sex drive man.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After the work he puts in with you, Xiu’s exhausted and ready for a tap out nap. I don’t think he falls asleep quickly, but he’s flopped down, demanding cuddles, and settling down for sleep.

Thank You

Summary: Frank hits Ian in front of Mickey, and Mickey’s reaction shocks the whole family.

Word Count: 863


Mickey was thankful that he and Ian were growing closer, but at the same time, he was deathly afraid. Being gay in the Southside was far from acceptable, so Mickey did everything he could to make it so no one ever found out.

Mickey needed to get away from his house because Terry was in an abusive mood. Though he hated his connection to the redheaded Gallagher boy, he didn’t have anywhere else to go so he decided that they could sneak off to get high and fuck like usual.

As he approached the front door of the Gallagher household, he heard yelling. The shouting made him roll his eyes because he guaranteed that the argument had to do with Frank.

Mickey made his way into the house and noticed no one but the kids were downstairs. “Gallagher home?”

“We’re all Gallaghers,” Debbie says with a raised eyebrow. “Why are you here?”

Mickey scoffs. “Gotta see the redhead real quick. Where the fuck is he?” He pushes.

“Upstairs–”

“Wouldn’t go up there,” Carl cuts Debbie off. “It’s World War III between Ian and Frank right now. Don’t you hear all the fucking screaming?”

Instead of responding, Mickey makes his way up the stairs. Ian’s never told him that Frank was physically abusive so he wasn’t too worried about the severity of the argument.

To his surprise though, when he walks into Ian’s bedroom, he sees Frank punching Ian square in the face. Ian was already bloody, so Mickey assumes it wasn’t the first punch that was thrown. Before processing what he saw, he notices Fiona and Lip screaming at the top of their lungs, then his focus falls back onto the redhead who is getting beat up.

Without any thought of who was surrounding him, Mickey grabs Frank by the back of his collar, and then pushes him against the wall. Mickey’s fingers held his throat in a tight grip. He gave a few punches and then inched his face so close that he could feel the older man’s breath. “You ever touch him again, I will fucking murder you. You will never touch a hair on his head again.”

“I-I–”

“Never again, Frank. I’ll cut your fucking dick off and force feed it to you before burying you alive. Understand?” Mickey’s voice is intensely threatening.

“Yes,” Frank croaked out.

Mickey then pulled Frank by the neck to the top of the stairwell. “Now get the fuck out,” he said and pushed him down, causing the Gallagher father to stumble.

When Mickey turned back around he saw Ian curled up on the floor. His face was covered in blood. Mickey frowned, and approached the redheaded boy. Once close enough, he sat and gathered Ian into his arms. “You okay?” Mickey said in a loving tone that made the other two siblings jaw drop. They never seen a Milkovich act in love instead of hate– then again no one has.

Ian leaned into Mickey touch and nuzzled into his neck with a smile. “I can handle Frank, Mick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey laughed. “I knew you weren’t gonna hit the asshole back so I did what needed to be done.” He kissed Ian’s head.

“Protective son of a bitch,” Ian mumbled. “I love you, thank you,” Ian said. He must’ve forgotten the presence of his family members as well because he knows Mickey wouldn’t do this with people around.

Mickey breathes in before responding because he still is not used to love, but he knows he feels it, and he knows Ian deserve it. “I love you too,” he says nervously, like usual.

Ian heard the fear in Mickey’s voice so he picked his head up and kissed him. When they pulled away, the Milkovich boy studied Ian’s face. “I gotta get you cleaned–”

He cuts himself off when he sees Lip and Fiona with widened eyes and open mouths. Ian tenses at the sight because he feels like Mickey’s going to run. To Ian’s surprise instead of running,  Mickey grabs his hand to reassure him that he’s staying, which causes Ian to grin widely.

“What the fuck?” Fiona couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Lip shook his head in disbelief as well. Did Mickey just say he loves Ian? “I fucking knew about you two but, what the fuck?”

Ian looks at Mickey because he doesn’t know what to say in fear of overstepping Mickey’s secretive boundaries. “We’re together,” Mickey says after seeing the conflicted look on Ian’s face. “I’ll let him explain or whatever, just let me clean the bloody asshole up first.”

They nod, but don’t move from where they are standing, which makes Mickey shrug. He helps Ian up and heads into the bathroom. It’s going to be a long night, he thinks.

Suddenly Ian cuts Mickey out of his thoughts with a passionate kiss. “Really, Mick, thank you,” he says. They both know that he’s not talking about getting Frank off of him anymore, so Mickey nods and kisses back.

“Did what I needed to do,” Mickey says again. “I love you,” Mickey says in hope to see Ian’s big smile, which he does.

“I love you too.”

I want Hallmark to make a card that says:
“I’m sorry for how ashamed of me you must be; I really only want to be someone you could admire.”

I want them to make cards for the friends who don’t hold your hair back when you vomit, but only because you cut your hair so short;

The ones who clean you up and put you to bed after you’ve had too much to drink, and give you two blankets instead of just one.

I need a proper Thank You card for the sort of friends that are few and far between, because a lot of people would just let you fall asleep on the bathroom floor, you know.

A lot of people wouldn’t offer you a cigarette without you having to ask,

And a lot of people would just leave and stay gone after all that shit you tend to drag them into.

You could have spent that night alone;

You could have spent a lot more time bleeding and crying on the street.

You could have said Thank You with your voice and not a Hallmark card because honestly this is getting to be A Little Ridiculous,

But it’s so hard, you know, to say this all out loud, because then you’ll hear it just like it’s happening again, and you think if you let them down one more time that you will just drown and fall to the bottom of Lake Michigan.

And a Thank You card is neater and cleaner and prettier and easier to fit in a mailbox.

  • Oscar: According to this voice in my head, I’m supposed to go down this yellow brick road with you three. Um, are you okay Mr. Qrow?
  • Qrow: Yeah yeah, kid. I’m doing great. Here we goooooo.
  • *Qrow begins drunkenly stumbling down the road*
  • Ironwood: Ignore Mr. Branwen there. It is an honor for me to escort you, young man.
  • Oscar: Thanks, General!
  • Ironwood: And just so you know, I am willing to lay down my life in order for you to complete your mission. Let the criminals come and slice my limbs off! Let the Grimm come and eat the parts of my body that aren’t metal! As long as you accomplish your mission, that’s all that matters! No pressure or anything.
  • Oscar: Uh....
  • Taiyang: I really shouldn’t be here. I need to be at home training Yang! And then I need to go find Ruby and bring her home, do the dishes, clean the bathroom, grade some papers...
  • *Glynda observes the three men and then hands Oscar a card*
  • Glynda: Here is my number, young man. Borrow one of their scrolls and call me if you ever end up in trouble.
  • Oscar: With Grimm or criminals?
  • Glynda: No, with those three.
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“The Hallway”

The flirtatious energy between the two of you did nothing but escalate over the next few weeks – a playful conversation here, a casual night spent on the couch together there – and it kept building. You’d noticed that your heart raced when he walked in the room or your cheeks started to turn the color of a ripe strawberry when he’d catch your eyes, something that never happened before any of … this.

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My chemical romance sentence starters

“I never said I’d lie and wait forever.”

“I’m not okay!”

“Well if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say”

“Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out of the second story?”

“You wear me out!”

“I held you close as we both shook.”

“For the last time take a good hard look!”

“Forget about the dirty looks!”

“You said you read me like a book!”

“I’m okay now!”

“But you really need to listen to me because I’m tell you the truth! I’m okay!”

“I’m not o-fucking-kay!”

“And they found you on the bathroom floor…”

“I miss you!”

“Singing songs that make you want to slit your wrists.”

“They’re gonna clean up your looks with all their lies and their books.”

“Because the drugs never work.”

“They’re gonna give you a smirk cuz they got methods of keeping you clean.”

“Maybe they’ll leave you alone but not me!”

“You ain’t gonna fit in much kid!”

“Teenagers scare the living shit out of me!”

“Gravity don’t mean too much to me!”

“I’m who I’ve got to be!”

“I’ve got a bullet proof heart.”

“Let’s blow a hole in this town!”

“Stay out of the light.”

“You can sat a prayer if you need to.”

“Another knife in my hands.”

“I’m so dirty,babe!”

“I fall out of grace!”

“A stain that never comes off of the sheets.”

“It ain’t for the money and it sure as hell ain’t for the fame!”

“Down we go,down we go,and we all fall down!”

“And we’ll all dance along to the tune of your death.”

“They gave us two shots to the back of the head.”

“And we’re all dead now!”

“Wait until it fades to black and ride off into the sunset!”

“Got you in my sights!”

“Well I’m asking you cuz she’s got nothing to say.”

“Would I lie to you? That girl/boy ain’t right in the brain.”

“Now I know that I can’t make you stay.”

“But where’s your heart?”

I wish we could hurry up get through this bullshit of being apart and start our lives together. Instead of snuggling your hoodie and laying my head on your pillow with my tears covering it, I wish I was snuggling you with my head on your chest because I sleep so much better with you. Instead of falling asleep on the phone, I wish I was falling asleep to your kisses. Instead of waking up to your text, I wish I was waking up to your perfect little smile. Instead of your tooth brush sitting in the holder in the same spot where you left it, I wish I was yelling at you because you left it out on the counter. Instead of my floor being clean, I wish it was covered with your clothes because you never pick up after yourself. Instead, of eating pizza rolls and having them all to myself, I wish I was able to give you the last one because I know you really want it. Instead of having my whole bathroom to get ready, I wish you were kicking me out and making me use the small mirror so you can use the big one (even though you don’t need it because you are already beautiful without makeup) Instead of watching movies on FaceTime, I wish we were arguing over the remote and who gets to pick what show we watch. Instead of eating whatever I want for dinner, I wish we were taking hours trying to decide what to eat since you always say “i don’t care” Instead of having my bed to myself, I wish I was sharing it with you and falling off the edge since you take up so much space. In stead of being apart I wish I was there or you were here. Instead of being 600 miles apart I wish we were getting on each other’s nerves from being together so much. I wish I was with you, living our dysfunctional but yet perfect life together

Trent| Lucky |Seven

Title; Lucky

Pairing; Trent Seven/Reader

Words; 3256

Summary; “… Because every romcom and sitcom says so! Things would get awkward and weird and then someone moves out and then we never see each other again.”

Warnings; NSFW. Fluff (i think idk i’m bad at it). Smut. Here be no plots. 

Author’s Note: oh hello. its me. doing things again. stuff is happening in the next couple weeks. prepare for some fast and furious stuff. leave some noise and kisses.

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Request- I don’t know, I might be the only one that wants to see this, but would u be interested in writing a namjoon smut where he lets his girl take control? If only for a little bit. I would love to see joonie begging while his girl has her way with him. Also unpopular opinion here, I don’t like daddy kink, so can u please leave that out? 

Sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned!! 

Originally posted by rapnamu


You wanted to spend the night in the comfort of your and Namjoon’s shared apartment. But, no, Namjoon insisted on going to Hoseok’s party, even though he has one every week. You went without a complaint, knowing you always have fun at Hoseok’s parties. 

You expected to be having a laugh with your friends, not watching your boyfriend flirt with some blonde. Right in front of you. You could feel the anger building up, along with the jealousy. The blonde put her hand on Namjoon’s thigh, a little to high for your liking. You were an inch away from getting up to show her whose Namjoon’s girl is. By bitch slapping her of course. 

But no, you were extremely jealous, but also hurt. How could Namjoon flirt with a girl, and right in front you an your friends. You took another look at them, her laughing hysterically, you made eye contact with Namjoon, who instantly froze. Your eyes were ice cold. 

You decided not to sit and watch this play out, you got up and excused yourself from the group of people you were conversing with. You made a b-line for the front door. Downing your drink and walking out, calling a taxi. 

“Y/N!” You heard Namjoon shout after you, you just rolled your eyes and kept walking. His calls got louder, his foot steps nearing. He grabs a hold of your shoulder, halting your quick passe, stepping in front of you. 

“What?!” You said with a lot anger lacing your voice then intended. Namjoon gaped, opening and closing his mouth for a moment. 

“I.. I know what you think you saw in there, but its not what it looks like seriously. We were just talking.” Namjoon puts his hands on your hips, trying to bring you close to him, but you push him away. 

“Do you think I’m blind? Or, fucking stupid for that matter. I have eyes Namjoon, You know I can tell when your flirting, ‘cause its the same way you do it with me, which kinda hurts.” You glare at him, his stupid perfect face that you just couldn’t resist. 

“The only person I flirt with is you. The only person I want to be with is you, baby. I wasn’t flirting, I was trying to be nice. She must have took it the wrong way. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you okay.” Namjoon eyes are soft, you almost pitied how sad his eyes looked. 

“Why should I believe you?” You question, averting your gaze away from his sad eyes. Knowing well you’d melt. 

“Because I’m out here asking you not to leave me, not to lock me out. When the only place I want to be is with you cuddling in bed.” Namjoon smiles, placing his hands on your waist, swaying you. “Y/N, I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You mumbled, Namjoon grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. Pulling you along to a taxi rank. 


When you got home, Namjoon took you to bed, he held you close. Telling you how much he loved you. But all that was in your head was, putting your plan into action when he’s asleep. Which didn’t take long. 

You quietly pad over to Namjoon’s closet pulling out two ties. You walk back over to the bed, seeing your boyfriend peacefully sleeping, thinking to yourself, not for long. You straddle his waist, lifting one arm up to the bed post and tying it and his wrist together. You did the same to the other wrist, making sure they wouldn’t come lose. 

You smirked to your self proudly. He made your life so easy, by sleeping in his boxers. You striped him of his boxers, the cold air hitting him. You kiss the tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times, slowly pumping him up and down. You can feel him getting harder with every pump. It isn’t all before he’s fully hard, and you take him in your mouth. 

“B-Baby, what are you d-doing?” Namjoon stirs awake, looking down at you. 

“Joonie, I’m punishing you, for being a little shit earlier. And to show you that you’re mine. No hoe bag can have you.” You sweetly smile, taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down. You can hear the bed post bang, you look up to see Namjoon with a confused look on his face. 

“You tied me up? That’s not how it works, baby. I tie you up.” He frowns, giving the bed post another tug. You come off him with a pop. 

“Yeah, no. Not tonight. I’m in charge, and if you want to come tonight you would want to start begging. Namjoon’s eyes widen. You start to tease his tip, swirling you tongue around it, grazing it with your teeth. Namjoon moans, his head falling back against the pillows. 

“Please stop teasing.” Namjoon mumbles out. Namjoon at this point would usually be holding onto your head, face fucking you how he please, but not today. 

“Oh, sorry honey you want me to stop.” You halt all movements. “I told you Joonie, if you want to come beg.” You lean up to whisper the last part in his ear. You pull back to see a stunned Namjoon. You get off the bed, slowly stripping your self of your clothes. You can see Namjoon gulp hard, his hands tugging on his restrains again.

 You climb back on the bed to straddle his hips, you start to rub your pussy up against his dick. The excitement of being in charge had you dripping wet. You slowly pushed him into you, he was as deep as you could get him in. But you didn’t move. You were groping your breasts when Namjoon hips bucked into you. Your hands landed on his chest to steady yourself, you giggle. You lean down to his ear.

“Ah, ah, ah, Joonie. You didn’t say the magic words.” You giggle, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Please move, please fuck me. Please, baby.” Namjoon pleads, wiggling his hips a little beneath you. You were getting a little impatient yourself, starting to bounce up and down on Namjoon’s dick. 

“Fuck.” Namjoon whispers under his breath. You keep up with a fast pace, bouncing up and down. You look down to see Namjoon watching your breasts bounce as you move. You put your hand between your legs and start to rub your clit. Adding to your pleasure. You moan out, feeling Namjoon’s dick twitch inside you. 

“Do you want to cum?” You question. Namjoon quickly nods, you lean down to his ear again, nipping his ear lope between your teeth. “Then beg.” 

“Fuck, Y/N please! Please let me cum, baby. I want to feel you clenching around me, as your pussy milks me dry. Please..” Namjoon cry’s out. Your satisfied, so you start to bounce on top of him again. Swirling your hips a little, making him moan out your name. 

“Namjoon.” You pant out, as your orgasm wracks through your body. You continue to bounce on Namjoon, feeling his seed fill up up. You still bounce, over simulating him. 

“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?!” Namjoon pants out. You slowly stop, collapsing on top of him. Your breathing his heavy for a few minutes, before you roll off him. 

You walk into the bathroom cleaning to cum up, putting a pair of panties and a t-shirt on. You walk out to Namjoon, his eyes following your every move. You clean him off, throwing the tissue in the bin. You get on the bed, straddling him to untie him. 

Once his wrists are free, he sits up wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your are nose to nose with him, staring into his eyes. 

“Baby… I’m always going to be yours, okay? No one else’s, only yours. I love you, you really don’t need to worry.” Namjoon kisses the tip of your nose. 

“I know.. I just get scared some times, that when I wake up.. you won’t be there anymore.” You look down to avoid his gaze. 

“Hey.” He moves his head to follow your eyes. “Why would I ever leave you, you’re amazing. What other girl would be crazy enough to tie me up in my sleep to give me head as a punishment?” His hands stroke your hair. “I’m sorry I upset you.” He says softly, placing kisses on your cheeks. 

“The punishment was not being able to touch me.” You whine, glaring at him. He just wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you down on the bed with him. He wraps snuggles his head into your chest, laying on your breasts. 

“It was a horrible punishment, not being able to touch you. So let’s not do that again.” 

“I dunno, I kinda liked being in control.” 


I hope this is what you wanted. I never down dom reader before, so I dunno. I hope its okay. This also turned out a little more angst then intended, opps.

Thank you for reading! Feed back in really appreciated. 

-Admin Abe x

Bad teacher. (Alex Standall)

Title: Bad teacher.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: heeyyy i love your account and was wondering if i could get an alex standall imagine when y/n has a panic attack in class and texts alex and he meets her in the hallway and helps calm her down?? if not that’s chill but if you do thank you!! have a great day :)            

Word Count: 800 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Bad teacher, bad grade, principal’s office.

Warning: Panic Attack (it’s on a low level, but I want you to be prepared in case it can hurt someone’s sensibility.)

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. I felt like I kind of familiarize with this one because once I had a problem with​ a teacher. And it ended a little messed up. Also, I’m having a lot of trouble with my laptop. It’s just doesn’t work like it should, so it’s harder for me to post. I’m sorry. On Wednesday, I’m not posting anything because it’s my birthday ;) I’ll keep you informed when I’ll post.

Two hours of this class, I never liked it. The teacher hated me, a lot. He always stared at me for an hour while everyone else did the examples he wrote on the board. Then, when I finished mine, he said they were wrong and he never signed anything I did. He thought how bad student I was, and told the director I should reconsider another school to study Maths.

Every week I had this class, I freaked out. I tried to skip class, but Alex always told me it wasn’t the best. Now, here I was.

“Y/n, he wrote your name on the board.” Sheri whispered to me and I at first surprised.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, would you make me a favor and tell me what did you do for homework?” He said rudely.

“We had to-” Everyone was looking at me, and some started giggling. “Check the exam you gave us. With-” The teacher stood up and made a weird noise from his throat.

“I’m tired of you, Mrs. Y/L/N. You can never do something good. I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t even do that. Are you sure you can even think?”

Some girls at the front laughed and I had some tears coming out already. He laughed again.

“Someone can answer me that question? Because it looks like Y/n, can't​ do it.” He ended and Sheri took my hand.

No matter how much I studied, he just didn’t like me. He wasn’t like this with everyone, only with me. Sheri held me stronger and I felt so weak at that moment. Tears already were on my face and my hands were shaking. The teacher stood up and start to deliver the past exams. I studied really hard and I knew I had a good result.

“Here’s your exam. You’re so silly.” He said while I took my exam from his hands.

I got an F. Really? I studied hard enough for this test, this must be wrong. But unfortunately, before any words came to me, tears arrived first. Something was stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth drier than usual and it was getting harder to breath.

“Sheri, I need to go out.” I told her and she nodded.

I stood up and walk to his seat trying to clean my face.

“Can I go out?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Get out of my class, you’re not doing anything anyways.” He pushed me a little and I went to the corridor on my way to the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Alex’s voice interrupted me. But I tried to keep walking. “Hey.” He touched my arm and pushed me against his chest, and I hugged him. “Clay, can you leave us?”

Clay was here too? Now he saw me crying, but Alex’s chest was comforting. He caressed my back slowly and rested his jaw on my head.

“Hey, I’m here. What happened?” He continued hugging me but I cried again. “You want some water?” I nodded and he took his water bottle out. “Here is some paper.” I cleaned my nose and handled him my exam. He opened the paper and looked confused at it. “First of everything, are feeling better? Take some chocolate.” He gave me a chocolate bar he had in his pocket. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

I grabbed it carefully, and take a bite of it. He took from his backpack a notebook and take out a paper. Then started to compare it with my exam.

“Come with me.” I held his hand, and we walked. He holding the two sheets of paper, and holding my hand while I ate his chocolate bar. We arrived at the principal office but he never stopped holding me. “Hey, can we talk to the principal?” He announced to the principal's​ secretary. I ended his chocolate bar and he touched carefully my hand. “I promise you’ll be fine.” We waited around 20 minutes, not doing anything just sitting there. Alex holding my hand all the time, or hugging me. I just wanted to have him with all during everything. Sheri texted me, but I ignore the notification and continued waiting with Alex.

We entered with the principal. And he saw us with a concerned look. I had a messed up make up, and Alex looked angry. His grin was usually calm, but this time he wasn’t like the principal expected.

“We have a problem with a teacher.” Alex stated and he put the two pages on the table. “This are the same questions, both are our exams but hers has a bad grade. And it’s unfair.”

And just like that. Mom came to see the situation, the teacher got mad, and they finally took me out of his class.

Alex stayed all day there, holding my hand.

Lazy Lovebirds

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Sehun

→ Normalverse; in which Sehun was a bit more hungry for your attention than you thought.

Word count: 1,1K


Your hands tugged and combed helplessly through your own locks, collecting and leading the strands up into something that could resemble a ponytail. The bass of your overplayed playlist was mild in your ears, pumping just enough excitement through your body to get you light on your feet and ready to do things. You took a short glance over your apartment, breathing the slightly stuffed air and sighing at the dust particles only visible in the sunlight that shone through your light curtains.

“This place-” You sigh once more, dipping your hand down into the hot water that took up the space of the bright pink bucket besides your feet, taking a hold of the cloth bathing in the strong soap before dragging it out. “really needs this.”

“I really need this.” You correct, squishing the excess water out of the cloth before getting started; wiping every furniture, every shelf and every decoration of the dust that had piled on ever since Sehun had moved in. Four months. The thought of it really disgusted you, and you really had no idea how it even happened.. but you suppose; lovebirds will be lovebirds. 

And when thinking about it, lovebird was a very fitting word to describe Sehun. Oh, also: lazy.

The first hour went by quickly; soon your living room, kitchen and bathroom was wiped free of the thick layer of dust and properly cleaned. All that was left was your bedroom, the guest room and vacuuming all the floors. You stood back up, sighing, this time more in a positive fashion. The music was playing loudly, and that might have been why you didn’t hear the outdoor, and let out a loud scream at the sudden hands around your waist. 

“Baby,” Sehun laughed. “It’s just me.”

You groaned, cheeks flushing underneath his heavy arms. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. The music was so loud, you should’ve know I didn’t hear the door.” You struggle out of his embrace, hurrying over to the bucket standing in the hallway and bringing it into the guest room. From your prior place, you can hear Sehun let out a playful, offended sound and shuffle along, hopefully into the living room to relax after his tiring day.

You giggle before yelling over the ever so loud music as you got back to cleaning; “Welcome home by the way.”


Halfway through your own bedroom, your music was abruptly turned off and the culprit stood, leaning against the wall by the door, his eyebrows furrowed. He watch intently as you wipe the surfaces, pick up yours, and his, scattered clothes off the floor and into their respective places inside of the closet.

His lingering presence was almost a bother. After promising yourself that today you would clean the apartment, make dinner, wash your dirty clothes and get everything tidy, you couldn’t have Sehun sidetracking you with his adorable pouts. Although you weren’t exactly sure what he was expecting now. You let your eyes fall on his relaxed form with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“Sehun?” You breathe out, causing him to perk up, staying silent as an sign for you to continue.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh..” He pushes himself of the wall, eyes wavering before he shuffles out of the room. “Nothing.”

Huh, he’s so weird, you muse internally with another sigh, a light exhale before once again returning to work.


 “Princess? Y/N? Baby?”

“Yeah?” You look up from stirring the mix of vegetables in the pan, coming face to face with your famous boyfriend. His brown eyes are almost sad and his rosy lips are pouting, his cheeks lightly, almost unnoticeably, puffed out. Yet, you only grin up at him, before looking back down at the food on the stove.

“What’s up?”

He sighs adorably. “When did I come home?”

You shake your head, giggling with confusion and wonder. “I don’t know, an hour ago?”

And when you look back up at your taller boyfriend, your eyebrows again furrowed over his weird behavior and questions, he only frowns down at you with - wait, was that disappointment?

He then groans loudly, irritated and walk away, leaving you dumbfounded with only the sizzling sound of your wok and the low sound of the radio playing throughout the small kitchen. Your cheeks warm in embarrassment and irritation and you huff, turning back to watching the food.


“Baby,” Sehun groaned out loudly the very second you closed the bathroom door shut. He leans back in his kitchen chair, pushing his empty plate away from him with a light hand to signal that he was done eating. You swallowed back a sigh, feeling a little embarrassed in the way Sehun acted.

Even though you were at home, safe in the privacy of your own space and there was nobody here to see- at all, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You move over the newly washed floor, and grab for his plate as well as yours - only for your boyfriend’s hands to slap at the upper side of your hand. He glares up at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t make me sigh for what is probably the thousandth time today, Sehun. I’m cleaning.” You grab his plate, hastily placing it over your own and walking out into your kitchen. “I’m cleaning up after you.”

“Baby, sorry.” You hear his haste apology from the kitchen and halt your actions, taking another breath, trying a short smile. You couldn’t stay angry with him for long. Never more than five minutes. “It’s okay, Sehunnie.”

“It’s just that- I wanted your attention today.” He speaks, suddenly so close to you, his arms sneaking around your waist just like earlier as you placed the plates down into the sink. You smile up at him, cheeks warming over his words.

“All day during our schedules and practices, I kept missing you a little extra. I don’t know what it was that made me such a lovebird today. I couldn’t stop talking about you to the boys and gosh- I just needed to come home to you.” He smiles warmly down at you, your calm smile, your bright eyes in his soft embrace. God, he loved you. He really, really loved you.

“Really? I’m so sorry, baby. I just needed to clean up in here, I couldn’t postpone it again. We were basically swimming in the dust.”

A shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I understand. But hey, you can give it to me now, right? Your attention and love, I mean, of course.”

You giggle, nodding excitedly. “I can shower you in it. And I’ll start right now; I love you.”


A/N: thank you to the anon for requesting and I hope you all enjoy! also I hope I didn’t make it too boring ahah ♥

William Nylander - Nothing else matters

request: Could you please do a William Nylander one where you guys had a kid from when you guys were teenagers and the team didn’t know so when you show up for you kid to see Willy their shocked.
authors note: this is really long, but i hope that’s okay! i’m actually really happy with this one. i hope you enjoy it and thank you for your request!
word count: 4293

Making sure Victor had his belt all buckled up, you leaned back in your seat with a grin as you watched your four year old son starting intensely our of the airplane window. It was his first time on a long haul flight and along with sleeping, the one thing keeping him busy had been his amazement of seeing the clouds to up close. You couldn’t shake off the bundle of nerves as your captain announced through the speakers that you were about fifteen minutes from landing at Toronto Pearson International Airport.

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anonymous asked:

Remember the self harm ask? Could you do something where MC catches seven relapsing and something kinda fluffy kinda angsty ensues? If you're okay with it of course. If you're not comfortable writing it that's okay

i personally feel like i suck at angst but hey, i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(if you want to read what i guess inspired this, check it out here)

trigger warning: self harm


  • Despite living with both Saeyoung and Saeran, you hadn’t seen neither of them in days
  • Saeran had gotten slighty better mentally since he came home from the hospital a few weeks back, but because he felt bad about his random outbursts of anger, he had locked himself into his room to not yell at you
  • Seven was feeling guilty because he couldn’t help his brother more, and with his agency work in addition, he also locked himself into his room
  • He didn’t even respond to your texts and calls
  • Feeling worried and pretty fed up with his shit, you decided to try to comfort your boyfriend
  • You walked to his door, hoping he would let you in so you could talk 
  • Just as you were about to knock, you heard muffled crying from his room
  • You tried to open his door but it wouldn’t budge, so you found the cat robot to help you
  • With its help you got the door open, but part of you wished you hadn’t managed
  • On the bed, looking like a deer in the headlights, was your boyfriend desperately trying to wipe the fresh blood away from his arms
  • “S-Saeyoung..?”
  • Feeling defeated, he dropped the blade from his hand and hung his head.
  • “I’m sorry… I know I promised you not to, but…”
  • You hugged him carefully to not touch his arms, and he started sobbing on your shoulder
  • “Shh… I know it’s hard, okay? No one blames you for what has happened. I know it doesn’t seem like that, but even Saeran knows deep down that this isn’t your fault. The only one who doesn’t know is you, so please stop blaming yourself. You’re not a bad person, okay?”
  • “I don’t deserve you, MC… You could’ve been happy with someone else, why would you choose me? I’m… I’m sad, I make you sad, I make Saeran sad, I don’t know what to do!”
  • You noticked his breath hitching and saw that he was on the werge of panicking, so you cupped his faced and made him look into your eyes
  • “Listen here, Saeyoung. I know that you are in a lot of pain, we all are, but nothing will get solved by suffering alone. We need each other, okay? I need you so much, and I hate seeing you like this. I love you, and I want to help you. Do you understand that?”
  • He looked down, too ashamed to meet your eyes, and nodded
  • You kissed his cheek and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom where the first aid kit was
  • “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Then all three of us can take a walk to the park to get some ice cream, I think we all need some fresh air”
  • When he saw your sad face as you cleaned his deeper wounds, he wondered how he got so lucky as to have you
  • “I know I’m not particularly good at saying this, but… Thank you. For taking care of me, for helping me, for loving me. I really do love you back, I’m sorry that I’m so distant sometimes”
  • He wrapped you into his arms as soon as they were bandaged up, and promised to always take care of you


~jane

Tease- Josh Dun Smut

You had an early flight in the morning. You and Josh were headed to Columbus for a week to visit his family. Josh has always been a little over protective when it came to people looking at you and today was no different. While traveling you liked to be comfortable, so this morning when you put on a pair of black leggings that complimented you butt and a shirt that showed a little too much of your cleavage, Josh wasn’t all that happy.

“Babe people are gonna be looking at you, and I don’t like when my baby girl gets checked out by anyone else but me.”

You just ignored him because you knew he like your outfit just not for other people to be looking at.

Once at the airport he kept you extremely close. You knew he was jealous that guys were checking you out, but you enjoyed seeing his like that. It often lead to great sex when he got really jealous, so you pushed your limits a few times by brushing against his crotch.

Once landing in Columbus, Josh’s brother picked you up and brought you to his parents house. You were greeted by his parents who were so excited to see you two.

“You guys had an early flight and look tired. Why don’t you go lay down for a little and we’ll go out for dinner later.” Josh’s mom suggested.

Josh didn’t think twice before he held your hand bringing you upstairs to his old bedroom.

You noticed that his usual soft touch wasn’t there. His grip was tight on your wrist and when you got into the bedroom he had you pinned down on the bed before you could even speak.

“Josh what are you doing?” you asked as Josh hovered above you with darkened eyes.

“Y/N you know I don’t appreciate when you wear things that get me excited and other guys look at you. I’m not dumb, I felt you purposely touching me earlier. Your such a tease baby.” he said as he placed kisses to your neck.

“Josh stop. Your parents are downstairs.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do baby girl.” Josh pressed his lips to yours and he forced his tongue passed your lips and you both fought for dominance. A knock on the door broke you two from your heated moment.

Josh got off you and walked to the door pulling down his shirt in attempt to hide the tent that was forming in his pants. You also stood up walking over to your suitcase, trying to look busy.

“Sorry to bug you guys, but your dad and I’s friend is in town for just tonight and we made plans with them to hang out today. Can we take you two out tomorrow?”

“Yeah no problem mom. Have fun.” Josh said.

“Y/N , if you want there is stuff you can cook dinner with if you want. I know how much you enjoy cooking. The kitchen is all yours.” Laura said.

“Okay, thank you. I’ll find something to cook for Josh.” you said with a smile.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Ashley and Abby are both out of town tonight and Jordan is sick so there won’t be any surprise guests.” Laura added before walking off.

Josh shut the door again and turned to look at you.

“No surprise guest, parents going out for the night, one really hot girlfriend. This night is going to be fun.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Sure is. So I was thinking maybe we should have Jenna and Tyler over for dinner.” you said.

“Um, no. Tonight I want it to be just you and me baby.” he said pulling you into another heated kiss. You pulled away after a few second and he had a confused look on his face.

“Too late, they’re coming at 6. Be ready.” you said still in Josh’s arms.

“What Y/N no. I want to fuck you. Why do you always do this.” he said annoyed. He was right you loved to get him really excited and horny then make him wait by inviting people over or leaving.

“Because it leads to better sex. Haven’t you caught on yet?” Josh chuckled and walked with you into the kitchen.

“Well don’t expect me to behave tonight.” Josh said.

The house was empty at this point and you had about 4 hours before Jenna and Tyler were due to get there. You decided to make lasagna because everyone always loved your recipe. While making it Josh stood behind you with his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder, and he would occasionally kiss you neck.

He knew not to push you into having sex now because you would cancel all plans of fucking for the night.

Around 5 you put the food in the oven and made your way to the bathroom to shower. You stood naked waiting for the water to heat up. You heard the door creak behind you.

“Josh, what the hell are you doing in here.” you asked as he walked in.

“Come on please Y/N. I need you baby girl.” he said pulling your bare body into his clothed one.

“Josh not now. You can wait until Tyler and Jenna leave. But this is the last time you get a warning before I tell you no sex at all.” you said kissing him and getting into the shower. You could see he was pissed and your plan was still working.

The shower curtain pulled open quickly and you were met with a naked Josh standing outside of the shower.

“I said I can’t wait. Y/N please just something. Anything. I can’t go downstairs with this.” he said gesturing to his very erect dick.

“I’ll make you a deal since you can’t handle a little teasing.” You said with a smirk turning off the water and walking out to Josh.

“Okay what?” he said eagerly.

“We can have a quickie and be done for the night or you can be a real man and wait until later.” Josh stood there for a second contemplating. As much as he didn’t want to be known as not a  ‘real man’, he needed you now. He picked you up tossing you over his shoulder and bringing you to the room.

“God I can’t take it anymore baby girl. I need to fuck you now.” he said kissing you passionately.

“Then do it already Josh.”

With that he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside of you.

You let out a gasp trying to adjust to his considerable size, but he didn’t give you much time before he started to move.

“Fuck baby girl. You’re so wet, how did you not want to fuck all day?”

“It’s called control. Maybe you should learn some.” you said moaning.

The look of pleasure quickly changing to anger as his pace began to speed up.

“Oh I have fucking control, but not when it come to you babygirl. Fuck.” he said as his voice cracked a few times. He kept hitting your g-spot and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer and neither was he.

After a few more thrusted you were on the edge of your peak. “Fuck, Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too. Let it go baby.” he said and you did. Your entire body was taken over by pleasure. The feeling of Josh pulling out brought you back to the real world.

“Fuck Y/N you made such a mess. Maybe you were the one that needed to have control, you squirted all over the bed.”

“I told you the sex is better when I make you wait.” you yelled to Josh who was now in the bathroom grabbing you a wash cloth to clean up with.

“Imagine what it would’ve been if I did wait until later.”

“Yeah, but you couldn’t be a real man. Guess you’ll never know what ”

“Baby only real man can make their girl squirt. I must say it was really hot seeing you make such a mess in the same room I slept in as a child.” he said giving you the cloth.

“Well maybe round two might happen tonight.” you said winking at him.

You both cleaned up and got dressed. You were just applying the last of your makeup when you heard the doorbell ring and the timer on the oven going off at the same time. Josh got the door as you pulled the meal out of the oven placing it on the table.

“Smells great.” Tyler and Jenna said walking into the dining room.

After greeting them with a hug you all sat down to eat.

“Oh my god Y/N, your food taste so good. How do you do it every time?” Jenna said from across the table.

Josh placed his hand on your upper thigh and rubbed small circles on it. Dinner went fine and he didn’t try anything, thank god.

As you and Jenna sat in the living room catching up Tyler and Josh cleaned up dinner.

“So is your plan working?” Jenna asked. You were best friends and told each other everything. When you texted them earlier you told her how you wanted to do this to Josh and she was totally okay with helping you out torturing him.

“Yeah, before you guys came over Josh couldn’t wait any longer so we did some stuff really quick and I told him he wasn’t a real man and he wasn’t going to get anything later.” Jenna laughed.

“You’re so bad Y/N. he’s going to make you fuck either way.”

“That’s that plan.”

“Well you better have my back later when I need to this with Tyler.”

“Don’t worry Jen, I got your back.”  you both laughed and the boys walked into the room.

“What’s so funny in here?” Josh asked as he sat next to you on the couch.

“Oh nothing.” Jenna said and you look at each other holding back more laughter.

“Hey Jenna I think it’s time we get going.” Tyler said grabbing her hand.

You said your goodbyes at the door. As the door shut Josh pushed you against it and started kissing you.

“I have plans tonight and I would really enjoy if you would join me.” Josh said kissing the spot on your neck that made your knees feel weak.

“Oh really and what do those plans entail?” you teased.

Josh started to kiss you again. He swiped his tongue across your lips and you gave him access to explore the inside of you mouth. He moved his hands that were pressed to the door on either side of you head to grip your ass.

“Jump and I’ll bring you to the bedroom and you can find out.” you did as he said and he blindly navigated  his way through the house to the bedroom keeping your lips connected with his.

He put you down and slammed the door behind him. “Undress now. No noises or you’ll get punished.” you quickly shedded all your clothes as Josh did the same.

“Center of the bed, I’m not playing around baby, you better follow all my directions.” you laid on your back in the center of the twin sized bed. Josh crawled onto the bed and resumed the kiss that broke only a few minutes before.

“Fuck Y/n, you had me so hard today and I just wanna fuck you like you deserve.” he said leaving kisses all the way down your body. You were concealing your moans as Josh made his way to your core.

He pulled your legs apart and started kissing your inner thighs. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” he bit the inside of your thigh before moving to you core. He pressed his tongue to your clit licking it slowly.

“This might taste better than the great dinner you cooked.” he said starting to put a finger in you.

You let a moan come out and Josh immediately pulled away from you.

“What the hell did I say?” his eyes were so dark. You didn’t know if you should answer or not so you just looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Sluts that like to tease and torture don’t get to make noises. Get off the bed and bend over.”

You did, bending over his lap.

“You’re gonna count for me okay princess. How many do you think you deserve?”

“I don’t know, just do something already.” you sassed.

“God with a mouth like that I think you deserve 20 but I’m gonna cut you some slack, 10.” with that hi calloused hand made it’s way to your ass. You counted each time his hand met your bare skin. When he was done he rubbed the red skin.

“Okay little slut, I want you to put that mouth to good use and suck me off, then you can get your treat.” Josh said standing you up and pushing you down to your knees.

You placed your hand on the base of his cock and start to suck on his tip. His head fell back as you took more of him in your mouth. He thrusted into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer.” he moaned. “Come here, I wanna fuck you and teach you a less to not tease me like you did today.” he said pulling you up by your hair. He put you on the bed and attached his lips to yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.  

“Fuck you’re so tight baby.”

“Josh, you feel so good.” that was enough to encourage him to go faster and harder. With each thrust it brought you closer to your climax. You felt Josh twitch inside of you and then felt him release inside you. His pace slowed before e pulled out and collapsed beside you on the small bed.

“Fuck, that was great for me. Probably not you though.” he chuckled.

“Josh, please finish, you can’t just leave me like this.” you begged.

“You know, I’m getting tired. Long day traveling and all.” he said as he pulled back the blanket on the bed to get under them.

“I hope you learned you lesson baby girl.” he said kissing your forehead and turning over in the bed and falling asleep.