they would be a nice couple

corporatecactus  asked:

Harry hurts his wrist during a show and asks you to help him wash his hair (JUST FUCKINH IMAGINE FIRST OF ALL) then he cheekily adds that you might as well wash his body too... and then its all downhill from there...

so basically harry would’ve sprained his wrist somehow on stage, rendering it useless for the next couple of days to perhaps two weeks?? idk how long it takes to recover from that ish, but anyways. harry would ask for you to help him with his hair because moving the wrist in the slightest would hurt like a bitch, but his hair was getting greasy and disgusting. so, you’d tell him to sit in the tub and you’d get his hair all sudsy and clean, smelling nice and sweet. harry would moan at the feeling of you gently scrub his scalp, and he would love the feeling, never wanting it to end. so being the cheeky little shit he is, he’d suggest that you might as well get into the tub with him and help him clean up. this would obvi lead to some sex, like no doubt about it

continuation from harry styles blurb night

The Doctor and His Idiot

Originally posted by pon-farr

Pairing: Eeeeeey! It’s Chril, y’all!

Rating: Teen? Ish?

Length: 3101

Summary: Hey guys! Come back for some more supernatural goodies as I pump out the Chril piece to accompany On Bartenders and Escort Cards, Fangs and Kisses (NSFW), Unexpected Changes, and finally Herbs and Blood Pudding!

Chris is a noble idiot, Phil is forever suffering because of it. @gracieminabox have some Chril, darling <3

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After binging the Punisher on the release day within 13 hours, I thought it would be nice to make a video for the couple that has d e s t r o y e d me.

Song: ‘400 Lux’ by Lorde.

anonymous asked:

Would it at all be possible for YUTS Izuku to have seen the anime Natsume Yuujinchou? I feel like it’s something that would resonate with him. Also if you haven’t seen it you should check it out! It’s an anime full of soft warm hugs and emotional gut punches simultaneously.

It’s possible. I’ve seen a couple episodes and it seems pretty nice so far.

Announcement Regarding BPD Buddies, my Discord Server

Hey guys! Figured I’d swing by here as well to talk about the happenings with my BPD server. I’m too lazy to write up an entire thing, so I’m just going to copy and paste what I wrote in the server early yesterday.

First off I wanted to thank everybody for being so nice and turning this chat into what it’s been for the past two or so years. Well okay year and a half. 

 I made this server when I first found out about my BPD. I had just gotten out of a terrible relationship with an exfp and I needed others to talk to and relate to and I figured having a discord chat would help me out with that. I didn’t expect the server to get as half as many member as it did and it was a really good ride.

 I know a couple of weeks ago I threw out a bunch of different options for the direction this server could take, but unfortunately I have decided to go with the “worst” one; I am deleting the server

 This isn’t really because of any specific person or whatever and I don’t hate any of you!! I love the server and that’s why I want to delete it. I feel bad for not being here to moderate it and interact with everyone anymore. With what little free time I have left anymore I am dedicating to talking to my girlfriend, being with my dog, drawing, or playing video games with friends. Server management doesn’t fall into any of these categories and at this point it’s more of a chore than anything else. 

 The bots are broken. We only have two moderators. I could open up mod apps and fix the bots and do an entire server revamp, but that requires the motivation to do so, and unfortunately I don’t have any motivation to keep this server alive anymore.

There is a light though! @bpdrotten has decided to make her own BPD server because both her and I know that a space like this is very important for the community. There will be more details on that later, but THIS SERVER WILL STAY UP UNTIL SHE GETS THAT SERVER SET UP. Once she makes it we’ll likely keep this server up for another day or two just to give everyone enough time to join the new one, but after that, this server will be deleted

 I hope you guys can respect my decision on this. If you all want to continue talking to me, feel free to add me! Or follow me on my main blog Zensorbs. I’m active daily there. 

 Thank you all again for cooperating with me and helping the last year and a half be a bit more bearable. I couldn’t have made these memories without you. <3

loudmouthwally  asked:

okay would you do me the honour of gracing me with my first ship? if you don't mind of course! im super horrible at descriptions in general soo beware, alrighty im 5'3, a taurus and im australian (you know that) ummm ya girl loves to read, draw and write (obviously), can get awkward in social situations, try to be funny but fail horribly, cry verryy easily (you also have seen that), making people happy is great i love that, i am a ISFJ-T and think of myself as nice (hopefully) and yeah, love you

I ship you with Jason Todd!

- The Opposites Couple™
- He loves your height! He likes to make short jokes all the time and it is hilarious
- Reading? He lives for it; He doesn’t act like it, but he is the biggest literature nerd
- He loves all your drawings and writings and will steal them before you can destroy them
- You no longer have to be in social situations because (a) Jason hates them and refuses to be in them and (b) if you’re feeling awkward, he will remove you from those types of conversations
- You cry a lot? Jason doesn’t admit it, but he cries a lot as well.
- In private of course
- But when he sees you upset, he understands and he doesn’t want you to feel alone like he did
- He isn’t as happy as he could be without you; and he loves that you have that special ability to make him happy
- To him, that’s everything
- You are his everything
- He needs a nice person in his life
- He deserves someone like you
- And you deserve an amazing person like him

psssst i love you more 💕

🌷Sandi Miller, gate fan & friend of Elvis:

I was trying to remember some of the incidents that would show how connected Elvis was with many of his fans and I think this is just one of many examples.

At the Hillcrest home there was an older couple that used to come up one or twice a month (We thought of them as older at the time, but now, looking back, they probably were mid 50’s at the time) Extremely nice couple and Elvis always seemed to enjoy chatting with them, especially the husband.

Months went by without them showing up and one day Elvis asked about them - had we seen them, or heard from them? We didn’t know much about them, other than their first names and that they lived in Van Nuys. Months later we ran into the woman at the Hilton- she was there for the Elvis show and she relayed the following: Her husband had died from a heart attack and it turns out, that after not showing up at the gates for so long, somewhere along the line, Elvis had remembered their Lisc. plate number (he did that every so often we found out as time went by) and thru that plate, had tracked down her address and actually drove out to Van Nuys because he suspected something might be wrong. It wasn’t a secret to even us, that her husband was not a well person in the first place and apparently that occured to Elvis as well.

She said he showed up alone…at her home….then both her and her neighbor proceeded to pull photos out of their purses that each had taken of the other with Elvis. Tell me how many other ordinary citizens would go thru that much trouble, much less a celebrity! And Elvis never said a word about it!!!

Totally unrelated but going back to the 60’s - during the summer, when it could get quite hot, especially up in Bel Air, and fans of course are standing there at that gate literally all day long - one could get very thirsty. Nearest place to go to get anything to drink would have been the Bel Air Hotel and that’s only if you wanted to pay a small fortune for a sip of anything. Next choice would be Westwood Village — waay too long to be gone in case he should leave or come home.

Not to worry- Elvis often would send out cases of cold soft drinks or lemonade for everyone standing out there. He’d have one of the boys get on the speaker to ask how many were out there and then one of the boys would come down the drive with all the beverages in the back seat of their car. When everyone was done, they’d pick up the empties.

It’s a small thing - but still makes me smile to this day. Once he got on the speaker and tried to disguise his voice - didn’t work but it was a nice try.

chocokuma  asked:

hi!! i ws wondering if u had any advice on picking good colors in art ?? the colors u use always seem to go together really nicely hehe ,,

there’s a lot of really good color theory materials out there that would explain how it all works far far better than i ever could

but i will show you a couple of good tricks i learned along the way that will save you a lot of time and trouble if you don’t like watching/reading loads of theory (which you should still watch/read btw, i’m not saying to ditch it altogether) and more of a practical learner as i am

i often start coloring with simply using an eyedrop tool to choose base colors, it helps to keep the same color relations as the original, that way you won’t end up with white-washed characters or wrong tones of clothing 

in case of this drawing the final piece has water right under the characters, so i chose to make palette warmer on the top and colder on the bottom

the easiest way to make a soft, less contrast palette with the same color relations is to add a solid color or a gradient under the lineart; no overlay style, just a semi-transparent layer with color; on the contrary if you want a more contrast image you’d set overlay on multiply etc

colored lineart is optional, really. a lot of times you’ll hear DON’T COLOR/LINE WITH BLACK!!!!!!! that’s fake news, black lineart can make an image pop very well, but it doesn’t work with everything, so choose wisely

there’s two ways to add shadows to your drawing - by adding shadows (duh) or by adding the absense of shadows

i use both ways but since i almost never see anyone mentioning the second one: what i mean by it is you need to fully cover your characters in solid shadow and then erase the parts with light

a lot of artists choose the color of shadow individually for every part of the drawing - skin, hair, clothes etc; i personally like to choose one color for shadow and

one whole shadow layer not only saves you a ton of time, unlike choosing color individually, but it also means you can freely play with the color of it, which can affect your image A LOT

now back to the main palette! this trick is for photoshop only as far as i know

PS has 2 really helpful overlay styles - Hue and Color and as the names suggest it changes the hue or color of your image based on the color above it

PS also has a fun thing called Gradient Map (Image -> Adjustments -> Gradient Map) that converts the monochrome tones into ANY colors of the same relation

the last trick i’ll show you is particularly useful when you’re too lazy to color the lineart

i fill base colors by using paint bucket tool, it’s simple and fast, but it also means no colors under the lines 

which is annoying but what can you do right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ actually there is something you can do! here’s a step-by-step

that’s all that comes to mind for now, hope it was helpful in any way! most of these tricks were born out of the notion “how do i produce a really good image with as much saved time and actions as possible”, which probably won’t do for perfectionists, but to all the lazy artists out there like me - try it lmao

What I Realized

Originally posted by pinkharold

This made my heart so happy. Thank you for requesting! Also, I hope you guys enjoy this gif of Harry from a wedding, it actually made my heart melt. Love you all so much. xx - L

A video of you and Harry from a wedding goes viral online.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 996

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anonymous asked:

hc that Tim always pretends to be a complete useless damsel whenever the batfam saves him as a civilian. he just fucking dramatically falls into their arms

As the son of Bruce Wayne, the richest and most influential man in Gotham, it pays to be prepared for anything. Unexpected interviews, invasive paparazzi, and of course, the occasional kidnapping for ransom. Tim can’t count how many times he and his siblings have been held at gunpoint by crooks– from the higher ups such as Two-Face, down to inexperienced newbies looking for what they hope’ll be some quick and easy cash. Frankly, it’s getting annoying at this point.

It takes effort on Tim’s part to stifle a bored yawn, despite the pistol that’s pressing into the side of his head. The rope around his wrists is cheap and loosely knotted; it wouldn’t take more that a second to slip it off and take care of the men surrounding him. They’re obviously new at this. But right now, he’s Tim Drake-Wayne. He’s supposed to be hapless and frightened as the crooks broadcast a video, threatening Tim with violence if they don’t receive a bajillion dollars from Bruce within the next two hours, blah blah blah.

It only takes about ten minutes before Robin shows up. Another two for him to incapacitate the men, tying them up nicely for the cops to pick up later.

“About time,” Tim sighs, letting the rope fall from his wrists and standing. He brushes imaginary dust from his suit, grimacing at the wrinkles garnered from the rough way the men had handled him.

“I was busy,” Damian says mildly. “Press is waiting outside. Who does this in the middle of the day?“

“Amatures,” Tim responds. He peers out the window, and sure enough there’s already a throng of people with cameras waiting for him to come out. Broadcasting a video for pretty much all of Gotham in order to get Bruce’s attention was like, top tier stupidity. Great. Now Tim had to put on a show. He casts a look at Damian and suddenly grins; might as well have fun with this.


The press is on them as soon as Robin kicks the door open, gritting his teeth as he supports most of Tim’s weight.

“Mr Drake! Mr Drake, were you terribly scared? Are you injured? Did they get the money?”

Tim fans himself dramatically, stumbling and forcing Robin to practially carry him. “Oh dear, it was horrible!” He cries, making sure to sound appropriately shaken. “Thank God, Robin was there to save me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done!”

“This is embarrassing,” Damian hisses, cheeks stained red.

“Mr Drake, as your father is Batman’s primary funder, do you know Robin personally?”

Tim splays a hand over his heart and shakes his head, mouth twisting into a forlorn smile. “I wish! It would be nice to have someone on call, considering how many times us Waynes find ourselves in these situations.”

A paramedic pushes her way through the crowd and asks Tim to come with her that she can provide a couple of check ups. Tim lets her take his arm, but not before he turns, clasping Robin’s hand in between his own, says, “I really can’t thank you enough-”

Damian glares from behind the mask. “Don’t-”

“You’re my hero, Robin,” Tim finishes, as he let’s the paramedic pull him towards the abulance waiting for them.


He gets a text from Bruce later, scolding him for the theatrics. There’s also a text from Jason, a jumble of letters that Tim translates as Jason’s inability to type properly due to laughter. Tim grins when he sees that Damian’s texted him, opening the message that contains nothing but the middle finger emoji. Tim’s thumbs fly over his screen as he shoots a quick response.

‘love u too lol pls dont kill me’

Kiddies: websites record your IP address...

Anyone who has to moderate a forum or sub might be able to commiserate with this: So about 15 years ago, I ran a fan site devoted to a popular film trilogy - it was a fairly popular site, and we had a lot of content, from useful information relating to the books/movies, a huge image gallery, and fan fiction. And of course, we had a forum…

This film series tended to get a lot of fans on the younger side, and I made a conscious decision to have pretty strict rules about what was allowed on the forums - my site, paid for out of my pocket, so I get to set the rules. One of those rules was no racist, homophobic, or other hate speech allowed.

As you can guess, we’d sometimes get some obnoxious little twerps coming and posting vile things; most of the time, the IP information and/or email address would be a dead end, and the best we could do is block them, and hope they wouldn’t come back under another IP. Well, at one point, we had a pair of kids come along that really took the cake - they spammed a bunch of terrible racist things in the forums, along with some porn images and other nasty stuff.

When I looked up their IP info, for once I had hit the jackpot - the IP address led back to a middle school. So I gathered up all the information, including screenshots, IP addresses, date and time, and the usernames and email addresses associated with the two accounts, and sent it on to the school.

I heard back from the school a few days later - they had found the kids who had done the posting. They had apparently been using the library computer during lunchtime - which had a sign-in sheet, hence they were able to track them down. When confronted, the kids confessed. The school revoked their computer privileges for the rest of the term, contacted their parents, and actually made them write me an apology letter! I honestly thought nothing would ever come of it, so it was a nice surprise to actually have a resolution; I guess maybe I should feel a little bad about getting a couple of 12 year olds in so much trouble, but on the other hand…they were being little turds. Hopefully they learned some sort of lesson, even if it was to use a proxy in the future…

you know it would be really nice if will discovers he’s gay next season but instead of a traumatic, sad coming-out arc, it’s actually a healing, empowering counterpoint to everything he’s gone through in the past couple of seasons? he meets a nice boy in art therapy and discovers his inner confidence, and pflag mom joyce is cool with it, and the d&d gang is cool with it, and hopper punches out a homophobe or s/t

Call Me Mistress – Ramen (M) (Part 3)

Summary: The Mistress has her first session with Ramen, her newest client.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 12,176

Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, nipple play, masturbation, teasing, edging, overstimulation, sex toys, profanity

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: If you thought Part 2 was something…Enjoy, dears!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen (Jungkook): Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 | (more forthcoming)

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To Build A Home - Chapter 1

This is my first ever (Human AU) Sanders Sides fic, and to be honest, I’m kind of terrified about posting it but the lovely @toxicsanders and @tinysidestrashcaptain convinced me to give it a shot so I hope you enjoy it :)


Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, insecure thoughts, no more I can think of for this particular chapter but if you want me to add any then let me know!

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality)

Summary: There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him. ”

Virgil never believed he was good enough for a loving family until the day that Patton and Logan walked into the orphanage.


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“Today’s the day.”

“I have a good feeling about this one!”

“It’s going to happen.”

Virgil tried to ignore the excited voices of the other children as he silently ate his breakfast. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen later that day. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to pretend that it wasn’t. What he really wanted to do was crawl back into his bed and sleep the entire afternoon away, but he couldn’t do that. He had to help tidy up and then make himself look presentable because that very afternoon they would have visitors. They would be meeting the people that could potentially become their new families.

Virgil had been in the orphanage for almost a year. He had been through many of these interviews before, and he had been passed up every single time. Nobody wanted him, nobody liked him. He was too quiet, too awkward, too shy, too anxious, too much of this and not enough of that. Virgil had heard every reason and every possible excuse, and though he didn’t blame those people for not wanting to adopt him, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt him. Also, it was a known fact that the older you got, the less likely you were to be adopted and with Virgil just having celebrated his ninth birthday, his chances of adoption were getting slimmer.

He tried -and failed- to cast all these negative thoughts aside as he pushed away his half eaten plate of food.

“Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat, Virgil?” the matron Diane asked, observing him with a frown. Virgil nodded and she sighed. “Very well. Head upstairs and get ready. Today could be your lucky day.”

Virgil doubted that but he wasn’t going to give up a chance to stand up and scurry from the room.



It was an interesting interviewing method that this orphanage had. Instead of having each child meet the potential parents individually, they were all encouraged to go and play in the enormous living-room. That way the possible new families could get to know the orphans in a comfortable and familiar environment.

While most of the kids were loud and willing to play, Virgil immediately sat himself down in the corner of the room, grabbing the nearest book he could find, and holding it in front of his face. He wasn’t actually reading it but by doing this, he could see what was going on around him.

It didn’t take long before the room was filled with people and noise, two things Virgil wasn’t entirely fond of. He kept to himself, content to watch the many adults interacting with his fellow orphans. When, after a few minutes, nobody had approached him, he felt himself relax just a little and he lowered his book.

Big mistake.

Instantly a man noticed him, and within seconds was making his way over. Virgil panicked. Sure, the man looked kind but that could all be an act? Should he get up and flee? Should he stay where he was? Virgil was still undecided on what to do when the stranger finally reached him.

“Hi!”

Go away. Go away. Go away.

“H-Hi,” Virgil mumbled, sounding as unfriendly as possible, but that didn’t deter the man.

“What’s your name?”

You don’t want me. Please leave me alone.

“Virgil.”

“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” the man said, smiling so widely that it almost blinded Virgil. “I’m Patton.”

He -Patton- suddenly gasped. “Is that Winnie The Pooh?” He was pointing at the book in Virgil’s hands and Virgil’s shrugged.

“I guess?” Truth be told, he didn’t know.

“I love Winnie The Pooh! Who’s your favourite?” Was this man for real?

“Uh….That one,” Virgil said, gesturing to a random character on his open page.

“I like Eeyore, too,” Patton said cheerfully. “He’s important to their group even if he is a bit sad, sometimes.” There was something about the way that Patton said that which made Virgil wonder if he was talking about more than just the little grey donkey.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you by yourself, Virgil?” Patton enquired.

Why indeed.

Maybe because the other kids don’t like me or want me around. Maybe I’m trying not to ruin their chances of adoption by being my usual annoying self.


“I just want to read,” Virgil lied.

“You remind me of Logan,” Patton said.

“Logan?”

“My husband. I’ll go get him!”

Wait.

“Your husband? What?”

“Yeah! Is-Is that okay?” Patton asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, I just, why do you need to get him?” Virgil questioned.

“So he can meet you, of course,” Patton laughed before he looked apprehensive again, “if you want to.”

No. No. No.

“I… Sure.” This was not how he thought his day would go.

“Awesome!” Virgil watched as Patton crossed the room to a man who was sitting with two girls at the crafts table. He didn’t understand why Patton was showing such an interest in him. It was probably pity, Virgil decided, Patton had noticed him sitting all on his own and had felt sorry for him so he was just making an effort to be nice. Well, maybe Virgil could talk to them for a couple minutes, then they’d see how weird he was and move on.

Virgil swallowed, hiding behind Winnie The Pooh again as Patton made his way back over, the other man now in tow. He was much more serious looking than Patton, his expression rather annoyed and his shirt was splattered in paint.

“-They threw paint at me, Patton.” Virgil heard the man say as they reached him.

“Yeah, the twins will do that,” Virgil said, catching himself off guard. He didn’t usually speak unless he was spoken to, but there was something about Patton that just made him feel more relaxed.

He glanced up at the two men and Patton beamed. “Logan, this is Virgil,” he said excitedly, and in a stage whisper added, “he likes Winnie the Pooh, too!”

Patton’s partner - Logan?- peered down at Virgil through his glasses, and Virgil found himself blushing under the gaze. He wasn’t accustom to so much attention.

“Hello.”

“Salutations,” Logan replied. “Virgil, is it? Like the Roman poet?”

“The Roman poet?” Virgil replied curiously.

“Yes,” Logan nodded, “his most notable work was his last poem Aeneid where he…” Logan trailed off, his cheeks turning pink. “Never mind, you’re probably not interested.” He had learned long ago that the majority of people tended not to listen when he went off into tangents.

“No,” Virgil said quickly, “I am! I like poetry.”

“You do?” Logan asked, and somehow Patton’s smile became wider. The pair sat on the floor in front of Virgil who put aside his book to give them his full attention.

“Yeah, it’s always the best when the matron reads it to us during reading time,” Virgil said, “but she doesn’t do it much. The other kids know that I like it so they always ask her to read something else, instead.”

“Why would they do that?” Patton asked.

“Because they don’t really like me,” Virgil admitted, “hardly anybody does,” he mumbled to himself but they heard him anyway.

“Aw, kiddo,” Patton said sadly. “How could anybody not like you?”

Virgil shrugged, feeling overwhelmed again, and he returned to his book knowing that they’d get bored of him very shortly and go to greet some of the other children.

In actual fact, Logan and Patton were having a silent conversation over top of the boy’s head.

Logan knew where Patton stood, Patton loved the kid already -that was who he was- and his heart was broken over just how flat Virgil sounded. No child should be made to believe that nobody cared for them.

As for Logan, he was a tiny bit more hesitant. He liked Virgil, there was something about him that reminded Logan of his own childhood. He had been dubbed as the nerdy loser during his school years, completely without friends until Patton had come along. Patton had shown him what it was like to have somebody that truly cared for you, he had accepted him as he was, and if any of the kids here deserved that kind of love, it was Virgil.

With a small jerk of Logan’s head, Patton knew he had his answer and he almost couldn’t contain his squeal.

“Hey, Virgil?” Patton began, shaking Virgil’s shoulder slightly when the boy didn’t respond. “Kiddo?”

This time, Virgil did drop his book and jumped back from Patton. “Huh? What?” he cried and then turned red when he saw them. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said nervously. “I thought you had enough of me.”  

“Not at all,” Patton insisted. “We actually want to ask you-”

“Who the best kids are?” Virgil questioned. “Well, I guess Jesse would be okay, he’s over by the craft table.”

“Virgil-”

“Or if you want someone who plays sports then I would say-”

“Virgil.” Patton said firmly, and Virgil’s mouth snapped shut.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

“No trouble, kiddo,” Patton smiled. “We want to know if you would like to become a part of our family.”

There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him.

“Yes.”

Okay, not a joke.

“Why?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

“Why not?” Logan asked.

“Because…Because…”

Because I’m bad.

Because nobody could ever love me.

How could they?

“Kiddo?”

Virgil pushed down the thoughts in his head and whispered, “because nobody wants me.”

“We do,” Patton said firmly as Logan nodded. “We think you’re a pretty great kid and we’d love to have you with us.”

“But there’s no pressure,” Logan added. “If you don’t want to then that’s okay.”

“No!” Virgil cried, startling both of them. “I do. I would like that.”

Virgil’s outburst had shocked even himself because he never usually admitted things like this but it was possible that they would be his only chance at a proper family, and if he was being truthful, he liked them. He didn’t know what it was but something about this couple made Virgil feel safer, something he had never known before.

“Okay,” Logan said. “Then let’s go sign some paperwork.”


“You want to adopt Virgil?” Diane asked for the tenth time since Logan and Patton had approached her in her office.

“Yes,” Logan replied, “why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Logan!” Patton said through gritted teeth but Diane only smiled.

“I’m sorry, I must admit that I’m a little surprised is all,” she frowned. “Not many people have ever made a connection with Virgil.”

Patton’s expression turned sad. “Why not? He seems like a good kid!”

“Oh, he is,” Diane nodded but then sighed, “it’s just…Well, Virgil didn’t have an easy childhood.”

“One would assume so,” Logan mused. “Why else would he be in an orphanage?”

“Logan!”

“His birth parents are currently in prison,” Diane went on as if there’d be no interruption. “They were very abusive towards Virgil. Look,” she sat forward in her chair, folding her arms over her desk, “I’m going to be completely honest with you. Virgil is different to the other children here, most of them are only here because their parents died when they were very young. Virgil has a lot of issues, and he needs much more attention.”

“I’m going to stop you for a second,” Logan said, holding up his hand. “Are you trying to put us off adopting him?”

“No!” Diane said. “No, of course not. Like I said, he’s a good kid, I just want you to know what you’re getting into. Virgil-”

“Deserves a chance,” Patton put in. “He deserves to have the same experience as all the kids here, a loving family. We can provide that for him, we will provide that for him.”

“That is why we decided to do this,” Logan added. “We agreed that when we took on a child, we’d keep them safe, and we will.”

Diane leaned back, her eyes scanning both their faces intestenly before she seemed satisfied with their responses. “I used to worry about Virgil, you know,” she said quietly, “that he’d never find a family good enough for him. It looks like I was right,” she laughed at their offended expressions.

“But-”

“I was right,” she repeated, “because in the end, the best possible family found him instead.”



Even though they had adopted him, there was still a couple of weeks where the paperwork would need to be finalised before it could be official so Virgil was required to stay in the orphanage until then.

The other children were shocked that Virgil had been adopted, truthfully so was he, and they had made it their mission to make his last few weeks in there as uncomfortable as possible. Everyday they fed into his secret fears, telling him that it was all a joke and he didn’t really have a new family. Virgil believed they were right, it just didn’t make sense, he had never been considered for adoption before so why would he be now? Virgil tried to act nonchalant about it, pretending it didn’t bother him whether the couple returned or not, and it worked for the most part. On the day they were due to take him home, however, Virgil wasn’t fooling anybody. He spent the morning packing his very few items into a suitcase then running back and forth from his shared bedroom to the window in the front entrance.

“They’re not coming for for you, you know?” the eldest child Bobby said. “Really, who would want you ?”

Virgil didn’t reply. He was trying his best to ignore them and the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach but as the morning turned to afternoon, and the afternoon light faded into evening, he had given up hope.

“Told you.”

“Shut up,” Virgil mumbled as the other kids snickered. He turned away from the window and dejectly started towards his room when Diane poked her head around the corner.

“Virgil, there you are,” the matron smiled. “I’ve been calling for the last five minutes. Are you ready?”

“W-What do you mean?” Virgil stammered, his brow creasing in confusion.

“Did you think they weren’t coming?” Diane questioned, her tone sympathetic. “They were just a little late, that’s all. There was plenty of traffic on the roads today.”

“Oh,” Virgil felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Go on get your things and say goodbye to the other children,” Diane said. “I will be waiting out the front when you’re ready to leave.”

Virgil almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. He had been ready to leave the orphanage the very day he had stepped foot into it. Diane withdrew from the room and Virgil did the same, running to grab his bag before returning to the other children.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” he said.

“Bye,” Jesse muttered.

“You’ll be back,” Bobby said. “They won’t want to keep you.”

The majority of these kids had been in the orphanage all their lives, and so Virgil knew they didn’t really mean the hurtful things they were saying. They were just upset that someone else had been chosen before them.

“I really hope you all find a family,” Virgil said. There was no malice behind what he said. He meant every word. He did want them all to get parents, no matter how much they had bullied him, they didn’t deserve to feel so abandoned.

“Whatever,” Bobby said. “Get out of here.”

Virgil nodded and headed towards the front door but stopped when he heard a voice speak up, “And Virgil?”

He turned back to Bobby. “Yes?”

“I hope we don’t see you back in this place ever again.”

“I hope so, too,” Virgil replied.


Diane was on the front steps with Logan and Patton when Virgil exited the building. “Hi,” he said shyly as he approached the three adults.

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton beamed, he restrained himself from giving Virgil a hug. “All packed up?”

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil said, holding up his bag.

“I’ll take that, Virgil,” Logan said. “We’ll let you say farewell.”

After taking Virgil’s bag and saying goodbye to Diane, the two men wandered down the stairs to their car and loaded Virgil’s things inside.

Diane turned to Virgil with a smile. “This is it,” she said. “Are you excited?”

“S-Sure,” Virgil replied, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Virgil?” Diane frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Normally getting Virgil to open up could be more difficult than pulling out teeth but perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that made him lift his head and admit what was worrying him.

“What if they send me back?”

Diane’s smile faltered as she placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, grateful when he didn’t recoil away from her like he had when he had first arrived into her care. “They wouldn’t do that, Virgil,” she said. “They can’t just do that.”

“But what if they do?” Virgil insisted. “What if they don’t like me? Or what if….what if they’re like my parents?”

Diane sighed, bending down to his level. “I know you don’t believe this,” she said, “but you are a very likeable kid. Patton and Logan already think you’re great, I’m quite positive that Patton decided on you the minute he met you so they won’t just want to send you back. As for them being like your parents, I can assure you that there is no way we would send you to anyone that isn’t going to love and care for you the way you deserve.”

“Okay,” Virgil mumbled, still unconvinced.

“Listen to me,” Diane said. “I want you to remember something.”

“What?”

“It’s okay to feel nervous,” she said. “In fact, it’s normal. You’re going into a new environment, you’re worried and that is okay, but I swear that you’re safe. Patton and Logan are your guardians now, and it’s their job to protect you and we’ve made sure that’s exactly what they’ll do. So don’t be afraid to ask for help if you ever need it.”

“I’m scared,” Virgil said.

“I would be amazed if you weren’t,” Diane said.

When she held out her arms for a hug, Virgil hesitated for only a moment before he responded, wrapping his arms around her neck. “Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”

There were no words to truly show his appreciation for the first adult that had ever shown him any sort of love.

“You take care, Virgil,” she said once they pulled away from each other. “Good luck, not that you will need it. You’re going to be fine.”

A tiny jerk of Virgil’s head was the only indication he had taken in anything she had said and with a final wave, he trailed down to the car.

“All set?” Patton asked him.

“Yes.”

“Then hop in.”

Virgil climbed into the backseat of the car, turning to take one last glance at the building that had been his home for the past few months. “Belt on, kiddio,” Patton commented as Logan started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Virgil clipped his seatbelt into place, watching as Diane and the orphanage got smaller the further they drove. “What do I call you?” he asked, finally tearing his gaze away and facing forward. “Do I have to call you Dad or-?” he faded off into silence.

Logan glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Virgil,” he answered. “You can call us that, or you can just call us Logan and Patton. There’s no pressure.”

“Okay,” Virgil let out a small sigh of relief. “Cool,” he said, sinking back against the seat when another thought occurred to him. “Hey, what’s your last name?” he enquired. “I mean, it’s mine now, too so I just wondered what it is. That is, if you want me to have it, but i suppose you would if you’ve adopted me-”

“It’s Sanders,” Patton cut over Virgil’s rambling with a chuckle. “Our - Your surname is Sanders.”

“Oh,” Virgil replied.

Huh.

“Oh?” Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Patton turned around to face Virgil. “What do you think, kiddo?”

“Not bad,” Virgil admitted, “I like it.”  He gave Patton a tiny smile which was immediately returned.

“Good,” Patton said and Virgil saw Logan reach over and squeeze his husband’s hand for a minute.

Virgil felt his smile grow wider as he took to staring out the window, watching the world go by.

Virgil Sanders.

He could get used to that.

decisions

summary; shawn is forced to choose between you and his girlfriend
a/n; seven pages of angst and drama all in one – my fav ;))

PART TWO || PART THREE

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


“Where’s Shawn?” Matt and your friends asked you for what must’ve been the tenth time tonight. 

You finished setting the last blanket over the couch as you claimed your favorite pillows for the night ahead of you. 

“Not sure,” You answered. “I’ve tried texting him for the past 15 minutes. The boy never checks his texts,” You laugh it off as you head to the kitchen to bring the two bowls of popcorn into the living room.

Shawn, Geoff, Ian, and Matt had been in town from Shawn’s tour for the last few days, and the five of you finally found a time to hang out again. You had all missed each other and since the tour had just wrapped up, everyone found tonight as the perfect opportunity to catch up. You had met the four boys through Shawn and although you had only known them for a few years, they felt like your brothers. They looked out for you and talked to you almost every day.

Shawn on the other hand, had been your best friend since middle school. The two of you met in English class in seventh grade and quickly bonded over each other’s love for Harry Potter and music. Although neither of you were the most popular in school, you and Shawn always had each other’s back through the years. He had brought smiles on your face during your worst moments, stayed up late with you during nights you couldn’t sleep, and given you advice that has stuck with you throughout the years. In turn, you supported Shawn’s music when the other kids at school didn’t, listened to his first song that he wrote, and cheered with him when he found out that he had just gotten his first major award show nomination. Now here you guys were, one year out of high school, and still partners in crime. You couldn’t of asked for anyone better to fill in the position as your best friend.

Everyone had gathered at Ian and Geoff’s place for a traditional movie night, but your best friend had been a no-show for the past half hour. Everyone including yourself was beginning to become impatient as everyone began making a dent into the stash of snacks before the first movie even played. You didn’t want to begin the night without him, but he had showed no signs of arriving any time soon.

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Still Get Jealous

Originally posted by riverdalesource


Requested by @foriternity  @southsidepea :Ur next Sweet Pea x reader should b about him being jealous

Here you are, love, I hope I did okay I’m still getting the hang of this. Enjoy and don’t forget to ask me for a request


“You know I hate it when other people see you in that uniform” Sweet Pea told you as he pulls your body into his.

You were from the Northside with a beautiful home, stable and happy family to anyone you’re family was the only perfect family in Riverdale. Now on the other hand you’re long term boyfriend Sweet Pea lived on the Southside his home was the trailer park like Jug, and his family he didn’t like to talk about it. You meet Sweet Pea when Jughead worked at the Drive-In.  When you heard he was losing the Drive-In you knew you had to be there for him. His dad would come to check on him every now and then and that moment you saw Sweet Pea you’re total definition of Tall, Dark, and Handsome.

  “Hey it’s not my fault I’m a River Vixen”

“Yea it kinda is. You know what why don’t you quit and keep the uniform too entertain me huh.”

For some reason he thinks he can get his was if he does that stupid smirk of his.

  “Why don’t you just come to the game and watch me cheer instead.”

You put you’re hands on Sweet Pea face so you’re foreheads touch and make your lips nearly touch his. Teasing him hoping he will come too the game .

“You know how I feel about those Northsiders. I’ll pick you up after the game alright baby girl.”

  “Fine pick me up at 8pm.”

You gave Pea a quick kiss on the lips and pulled back too see his brown eye size you up. To mess with him you gave him a little turn. He shakes his head giving out a little laugh. It made you sad when he started getting on his bike. You hate seeing him go, you wish he could just put up with some Northside kids for a couple hours just so you can spend more time with him.Before he leaves you walk back up to his bike and give him one more kiss.

  “Hey I love you Pea.”

“I love you to Baby girl”

2 Hours later

The Bulldogs won the game all thanks to Archie and Reggie’s team work. After every game someone throws a party but you never went. Picking up your things with the rest of the Vixens in the locker room. One by one the girls left leaving you alone in the locker room. As you closed the door you began to walk to the parking lot too wait for Sweet Pea. You two had a secret place so no one would judge you being picked up by a Serpent. It was all Pea’s idea You honestly didn’t mind be he side it would be safer.

“Hey Y/L/N are you coming too the party or what?”  

You looked over the shoulder to see Reggie walking towards you.

  “No I’m no. I just gonna head home”

You kept walking trying to get away from Reggie. You just wanted to get spend the night with Pea.

“Awe come on. I’ll even take you. You know next year when Cheryl leaves next year you’ll be captain of the Vixens and I’ll still be captain of the football team. We could be the power couple of Riverdale high. Sounds nice right…Perfect even”

During his whole speech he traps you against his car getting extremely close to you.

  “As tempting as that is I’m transferring to South Side High next year. Believe it or not my dad found a better job out there. So why don’t you go too the party, get drunk , go home and enjoy your night with your left hand.”

You look up and to you’re right and see Sweet Pea and if looks could kill teh back of Reggie’s head would be gone.

  “Now if you don’t mind Reginald my boyfriend is waiting for me.”

You pushed his shoulder to walk up to Sweet Pea. You hear Reggie start his car and drives away. You tried to wrap your arms around Sweet Pea’s neck but he just go on his bike. Before he started his bike you grabbed his hand with one hand and placed your other hand on his check.

  “Sweet’s what’s wrong”

“I’m fine how’s you’re Northside football player boyfriend”

  “OMG are you jealous?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that Pea thinks I would cheat on him with Reggie.

“ I’m not jealous”

  “Oh really. So if walk back to him you would be totally fine.”

“HELL NO”

  “Sweet’s do you remember what I told you when you dropped me off”

“….”

  “Well I said ’I Love You ‘ and I mean it with all my heart. I love you Sweet Pea and that will never change. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

“And I’m totally fine with that. Now let me show you how much I love you”


Clothes( Sope threesome)

So it was brought to my attention that I have no Yoongi and Jhope story. I DON’T KNOW WHY I never did it, maybe because one is a bias and the other is my bias wrecker?? I’ve tried to suppress it. But I think I came up with a good enough idea for you guys. I hope you all enjoy it. And yes everyone is touching everyone. 

“Are you ready?” Hoseok asked once the car was parked. His thumb ghosting across the knuckles of your hand that was currently laced with his. Smiling softly, you looked up and around the outside of the store before you looked back at him nodding your head and biting on your bottom lip.

“Let’s go in baby.” You were nervous, but then again that was the reason you both did this. You moved to get out of the car, pulling down the short dress strapless dress over your thighs making sure that your flesh wasn’t too exposed. Hoseok moved around the car after shutting it off only to grab your hand again walking with you towards the store. It was more like he was subtle tugging you towards the store a bit too eagerly. You pressed your body against his, and the male was all but bursting through the seams with excitement. His eager eyes staring down at your body with a bit of mischief in them.

As soon as the doors opened automatically for the both of you, Hoseok moved towards the men’s section and you let his hand go putting on your best smile for the workers. You found yourself walking towards the shirts first. Your hands roamed over the different types of fabrics that each shirt held, the different designs and stitch patterns all became pleasing to your fingertips. Shuddering lightly, you quickly started to grab at things you thought would look pleasing against your skin. Once you had a hand full of as much as you could fit in one hand you moved around towards the pants and started up once again, grabbing at different items, even if they appeared to be a size too small you still grabbed at them to try them on. Looking around for Hoseok, you saw his eyes meet yours, the way that he checked you out from head to toe made a needy whine slip past your lips. You needed to hurry up; almost stumbling over your own feet with how fast you moved, you walked towards a changing room, smiling at one of the female workers as she gave you the okay to go back into a changing room.

The name of the game was to be sneaky, but to be smart about it and not get caught. Walking into one of the middle changing rooms, you started to slowly hang up your clothes on the rails used for the hangers. You were eager, slowly stripping out of your dress with nothing underneath it but your lace panties. Changing into tight form fitting jeans, you put on a mesh see through top smirking as you played with your locks of hair. Moving to sit down on the bench. One hand reached up to fondle your breast through the top as the other hand unsnapped the buttons on the pants slowly, dipping your hand inside you started to press your middle finger against your clit. Hissing at the pleasure that seemed to creep up your back, you let your hand work on your neither regions. Your head rolled back as your pussy got wetter. All it took was a thought of your lover, how he was touch and kiss on you. His large hands roaming up your sides and occasionally gripping at your hips. How he would press his dick into you and slowly fuck you despite your growing need to have him. Your mouth fell open as you slid your finger down your slit, dipping it into your entrance to feel the wetness seeping out.

The door opened and your eyes popped open wide. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest but you kept moving your fingers slowly putting on a show for whoever entered. Thankfully it was none other than your boyfriend, his dark eyes fixed on the position that you were in. A smirk danced across his lips as he pushed the stall door shut walking to stand in front of you. A pile of clothes in his hand he watched you touch yourself before he held up two fingers. You knew that code by now. Sliding two fingers inside of your pussy, you thrust them in and out slowly. Your mouth falling open to release silent cries and small whimpers because you couldn’t do it too loud. Your hips bucked up against your fingers as Hoseok lined up the clothes he had chosen, slowly stripping for you he changed into tight leather jeans and a button-down shirt leaving it open half way to reveal his tanned skin and built abs.

Hoseok moved towards you, fingers stopping in your core, your hand moved slow as you scooped inside of your pussy making sure to collect juices. Hoseok gripped at your wrist bringing your hand from your pants to suck on your fingers. He let his dark brown eyes bare into yours as his tongue danced across the pads of your fingers. Sighing in content you watched him before he was lifting you up in the air wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pushing you against the wall, slowly grinding his hips against yours, both eyes locked as his lips pressed against yours. You moved to grip at his hair, tugging on the locks as you let your hips roll back slightly against his. You could feel the friction of the jeans mixing together right against your core. The roughness of it, the heat that was slowly pooling in your stomach. Hoseok started to rut his hips against yours, his tongue forcing its way inside of your mouth, a sloppy kiss between the both of you were shared. His tongue trying to shove down your throat, his large hands winding around your shoulders to slip into the tight pants and knead at your ass cheeks as he broke the kiss pressing his forehead against yours. Hoseok started to dry hump your pussy faster in the clothes, watching how your breast bounced under the shirt, he built you up on purpose. His own manhood was staining against the leather fabric, pressing right against your soaked-out cunt. You could feel the dampness in your panties and you knew that it was going to leave a stain. Hoseok sucked on your bottom lip as he let your breath mix together. You were getting close; the friction was pressing right against your clit and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were soiling your panties. You could hear other voices fill into the surroundings areas.

“Imagine if they mistakenly opened this door and saw you. My dirty little slut getting off by just some mere friction. How shocked they would look. How their eyes would roam over your body hungrily. Seeing these perfect breast bounce for me. I know some of them would wish it was them instead of you, or maybe even me.” Hoseok breathed against your skin pressing warm kisses that aroused you against your skin. Whining softly, you gripped onto his shirt, his hips stopped as he stood tall. You moved your legs to get comfortable and locked them using your hips to bounce yourself up and down creating your own friction as he watched you, his hands spread your ass cheeks wide, the plump flesh fitting the panties snuggly between them. Hoseok looked between the both of you watching your hips move. You were relentless with your own pace, your stomach coiling as your hands moved to wrap around his neck and you ground harder against him, biting down on his neck you stifled a cry of his name as your hips jerked and pressed roughly against him, your orgasm making your limbs feel almost slack. Hoseok pressed you against the wall letting you calm down before he sat you on your feet. Switching out of those pants and into a skirt instead, Hoseok did a wardrobe change before it once again started up.

A couple of hours had passed, and you were browsing the bra and panty section. You had lost count of how many things the both of you had did in almost every changing room. Looking at the panties you started picking lace form fitting panties. Any type of thongs you could find, your hands just eagerly picking at the items. Your eyes skimmed the bra section, going for the pushup bras you knew you didn’t really need them but it was nice to have them every now and then. A little extra cushion especially with how Hoseok would mark your chest.

It was his turn to wait for you in the dresser room. He shuddered lightly a sadistic smirk panting his lips. Thankfully he hadn’t fucked you in the clothes yet but if he wanted to, he could considering you both ended up buying all the clothes you fucked around in. His hand gripped at his shaft, stroking his girth he moaned out in pleasure, thinking about you. Your perfect lips wrapping around his cock sucking him off with your pretty lips. How you loved to sit in his lap and go for a ride. Bouncing your ass cheeks so hard against his hips, the sound of skin smacking against each other made his ears and imprinting in his mind. Hoseok let his hand stroke his thick girth a bit faster, leaning over to spit on it and get it wet, he shut his eyes as your footsteps got closer, imagining that you were some stranger catching him touching himself.

You opened the door seeing him there, His heavy cock in his hand as his head was thrown back. His mouth hanging open as his chest heaved slightly. He was so beautiful in your eyes and knowing he loved it you kept the door open for a bit. Your nerves becoming on edge as you moved out of the way. Hoseok opened his eyes looking at the empty space of no one walking by to another dressing room. After a couple of minutes, he nodded to you and you shut the door smiling down at him. Holding up the panties, it was amazing how you had become so good at sneaking panties past the people who worked that section but part of it was the simple fact that they were so bored with their lives or talking to someone that they didn’t notice what you were holding up if you walked as if you didn’t have a secret or two.

Stripping off your dress, you looked at Hoseok as you took off your panties next, standing in front of him bare and in heels. Smirking slightly, you started to slide a pair of pink lace panties on your legs and up your thighs. Letting the fabric rest snug against your pussy and your clit piercing. You felt a tingle run down your spin. Your hands throwing the other panties at him, he caught them with a smirk seeing only three bras in your hand. You started to press a matching pink lace bra to your chest, snapping it behind your back you smiled at him biting on your lips. He sucked in air, his eyes roaming your flawless skin. Walking towards him as if you were on a cat walk you straddled one of his thighs. Hoseok slouched slightly on the bench, one hand gripping at your ass cheeks. Slowly you started to grind against him, within minutes your lips were connected as you kissed. Hoseok sliding his hand up to cup at your breast squeezing them through the bra as his free hand moved to grip at your thigh. He flexed his own thigh muscles giving you something a bit thicker to ride. One of your hands moved to grip on his dick, stroking it slowly you teased the tip until beads of precum was bubbling up at the tip and running onto your hand. You two were so caught up in the kissing and heat of the moment that you failed to hear the footsteps that were quickly ascending upon your room.

Not locking the door wasn’t that smart but usually no person bothered you, so when the door was opened you both froze. Standing at the threshold were two buff looking security guards. Your cheeks flushed pink, your hand trying to cover your lovers shaft.

“You’ve both been asked to follow us. Do not try to run or it will only make your punishment more secure. The police have been called.” One male said, he had dark hair and almost black like eyes. He looked like he worked out twice a day. Nodding your head, you released your lover and went to grab your dress, sliding it on as Hoseok fixed his weeping member in his pants. He gripped your hand tightly pulling you protectively against him.

The walk towards the back of the store had your nerves jumping. You were scared beyond belief. What was going to happen to Hoseok? To you? This was going to go on your record if you couldn’t get out of it. And honestly no matter how you looked at it, the situation didn’t look good. You were covered in hickeys and to make matters worse your lover was hard as a rock, people were looking at the both of you but the security guards tried to ease the tension as much as they cold. Walking towards a big silver door, one of the men pushed it open revealing an office. You saw one single male sitting behind a brown desk, his dark eyes meeting yours as soon as the door was opened. His face wasn’t friendly, his eyes were cold but for some reason you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran down your spine. He had blue hair that was fading into silver. Hoseok gripped tighter at your hand as he watched the male inspect you both. Slowly the male leaned back, his tie loosened around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned at the top. The security guard moved back so that you could both enter and Hoseok went first tugging you behind him. You were so scared, you pressed your body against his arm feeling as if your heart was beating into his biceps.

“Take a seat.” The male said, his deep voice cutting the awkward air between all of you. Hoseok debated on a moment but the male’s next words showed him there was no room for negotiation. “Sit your asses down or the police can escort you out of here now.” Hoseok was never one to be scared but he let your hand go scrambling towards a seat and you followed his lead. The male behind the desk looked at the both of you, almost as if he hated you before he looked at his security guards. “Well?” He asked them ignoring the two of you.

“Sir when we caught them, they were uh- in a compromising position.” One male stated. The redness of your embarrassed state started at your neck and worked its way up towards your ears.

“What do you mean?” The male asked, clearly his agitation with the situation was growing.

“Sir-“

“Tell me or you can kiss your jobs goodbye as well. This is what you trained for, to be able to brief me about any and everything that goes on in this store. Let’s keep in mind I know both of your families personally and I don’t think they would like the fact that their sons are slacking off. Now tell me what were they doing?” He asked again as he leaned forward on his desk. His elbows pressed down against the sleek surface as his face rested on the palms of his hands.

“Mr. Min. The female was on top of the male, he was well, touching her and she was.. Touching him as well sir, she was also grinding against his thighs.” One of the men trailed off and if you weren’t in trouble you would have found this hysterical. They seemed so shy to tell the male what was going on as if they were the ones that were fucking around. But one look at the male behind the desk and you could tell this was anything but funny. Maybe it was because he was so attractive but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. You tried too though for the sake of your boyfriend who was slouched into the chair looking at the male ahead as if he had lost his mind. The male behind the desk stare back at him before he drifted his eyes over to you sighing in frustration.

“What gives you both the right to waltz in my store and just. Play around in clothes? Clothes that are meant to be tried on and brought before you decided to be fucking disgusting inside of them.” He growled.

“Don’t talk to us like we are children.” Hoseok snapped rather quickly and your eyes opened wide. He was never one to speak back so abruptly but this must have greatly affected him. “We were going to buy the clothes-“

“When? When were you going to buy these clothes? After your dirty slut of a girlfriend got off in every single pair? Or what about you? You wanted to cum all my merchandise before you brought it. Is that so?” The male asked and you could feel your own anger rising, it wasn’t like that at all. Yes, you fucked around in the clothes but you were going to do the right thing and buy them, even if you just washed them and gave them away later at least you were making sure they were still clean. Sighing, you shook your head watching the two of them go back and forth with each other. You sat back against the chair just watching the two of them, hearing their voices rise in volume.

“Well fine then, let’s see if you like it when I touch what’s yours. And maybe I will purchase her later.” The male stood up and walked over towards you looking down at you he let one finger reach out towards your body running down from your jaw to between your plump mounds.

“Stop touching her! She isn’t property!” Hoseok growled about to attack the male from his seat but the security guards went and held him down. He was yelling out for you, your eyes looking over at him before backing up at the male who watched you with curiosity, and lust.

“Will we go to jail if I don’t do this?” You asked softly biting on your bottom lip. He was attractive hell yes, everything about this situation was a kink of yours fucking yes. But above all, you couldn’t have Hoseok getting in trouble behind this. His family already thought you were bad for him and this would just push the ice berg to a breaking point. Anything for Hoseok, especially if another hot male is involved.

“Yes, and as much evidence as I have against you both it will go to trial. You could face jail time sweet cheeks and I know you don’t want to be separated from your darling love, do you? Who knows what they may.. Do to you or him behind bars.” As he spoke his fingers drifted down towards your nipples that were becoming puckered, his eyes slowly watching your whole body. Though he was horny he wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Maybe part of the reason Yoongi decided to even negotiate such things was the way you simply looked at him. But of course, looks could be deceiving. He moved to pull his hand back from your body, his eyes casting down on your sweet face that held a vixen behind it. He had to admit seeing the show you had both put on for him was entertaining, it was the last time he watched you both as well. But this was his store, and if word got out that things like this was happening, his father would strip him of a title he worked so hard for.

“What’s your answer doll face?” He asked softly, loosening his tie all the way letting his tie hang on both sides as he watched you.

“I want to do it.” You spoke quickly, not leaving any room for yourself to second guess it.

“Y/N..” Hoseok urged looking at you with worried eyes, he wasn’t one for sharing and that you knew, he looked pained. You gave him a soft smile before shaking your head.

“We aren’t going to jail baby, it’s just sex. Besides you like watching me, don’t you? Just watch me.” You spoke to him softly as the male gripped at your hips picking you up and placing you on the desk.

“Yeah, watch me devour her.” The male said with a smug grin before he turned towards you about to lean in and kiss you when you stopped him, his eyebrows furrowed and the moment he was going to speak you cut him off.

“What’s your name?” You asked softly gripping at his shirt slowly starting to undo the rest of his buttons, showing off a toned stomach with a hint of abs. His pink buds becoming hard from the air pressing against them. You waited for his answer, your fingertips eagerly exploring his chest, drifting lower as you bit on your bottom lip focusing on him.

“Why?” He grunted softly, his own eyes following the movement of your fingertips as the ghosted back up to press against his pert nipples pinching and pulling on them.

“Because I want to know what I’m going to be moaning out.” You stated leaning close to flick your tongue across his bottom lip.

“Y-Yoongi.” He almost whispered as he let you play with him, you were working him up a teasing little minx indeed. Your hands undid the last button before you pushed at his shirt some leaving it on his body just exposing him. Taking his tie, you pressed it down onto the desk beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as you inched closer. The buildup was too much for everyone in the room. Your lips were mere centimeters away from the male’s own pink tiers but you still sat there a twitching smirk on your lips before you pressed them against his in a soft kiss. Yoongi seemed to snap after that, wrapping your legs around his waist, he moved back from the desk a bit to tower over you, his lips pressing searing kisses against yours repeatedly. Your hands moved up to grip at his hair at the nape of his neck, your wetness starting to slowly press against your panties creating another wet stop. Yoongi devoured your mouth nipping and sucking on your lips earning soft mewls of pleasure from you as you let him take over. His eager hands moving to grope at your breast through the bra, his fingers pulling and tugging different parts of the dress. Your hips started to press against his, swirling them in a circle you both started to grind against one another.

Yoongi was already hard, you could feel the poking of his manhood against your clothed pussy, causing you to moan out in pleasure. Yoongi slipped his tongue past your lips as he dry humped you into the desk. The sounds of his breathing and yours mixed in with your moans was all that could be heard in the room. He sucked on your tongue eagerly, pulling it in his mouth as if he was trying to take your tongue captive. He shoved his down your throat as far as it could go before he pulled back to press sloppy kisses along your jaw nipping and biting on the flesh he marked you as his lips moved down to your neck. Your head rolled to the side, watching Hoseok as Yoongi continued to press the outline of his hardened dick against your pussy. Yoongi was growing addicted already, you smelt like honey mixed with light musk and he could feel the heat radiating off your body just for him. His hands gripping at the top of your dress yanking it down under your breast, a groan left your lips as he took your mounds out of your bra pinching and pulling on your nipples. You let your head roll back as you shouted out for him, his lips soon finding each pert nipple sucking on the supple flesh until the hardened flesh was just that, painfully hard and seeking attention.

His hands slapped at your breast and groped them, squeezing them together as he buried his face between them licking every ounce of skin that he could. You bit on your bottom lip, your hand pressing against the desk watching him as he pushed the dress up over your ass towards the middle of your stomach, gripping the flimsy dress with one hand at the middle of your stomach he kissed lower until he was getting on his knees spreading your legs wide. You couldn’t help but feel exposed, all eyes were on you, but something about it only caused you to become needier for attention and release.

“Look at how wet you are. Just fucking soiling my clothes. You need to be taught a lesson girl, I need to clean that pussy up.” Yoongi teased as he slipped your panties to the side. You tried to close your legs but one slap and stern look had you opening them slowly. Yoongi used his free hand to spread your pussy wide, looking at the pink insides before lifting an eyebrow and dropping his mouth open into what appeared to be the first smile of the day. He let his finger press against the object of his interest causing your lips to quiver as your eyes rolled back. Your head pressed back against the desk gripping onto the edges.

“No- please Yoongi.” You shook your head as he played with your clit piercing. His fingers tugging on it lightly, moving it side to side and up and down. He was enjoying himself, watching the wetness seem to well up at your entrance and slowly trickle down to the edge of his desk.

“You really are a dirty slut, aren’t you? That innocent smile, hides too much. You like this a lot huh? I bet you just love running your lips all over her pretty little cunt, don’t you? How long does it take for you to eat her before she’s crying out your name?” Yoongi had turned his attention to your lover now, his thumb and first finger gripping onto your slit moving his hand up and down you let out a yell of pleasure arching your back. Hoseok’s eyes narrowed not answering the question, the shit eating grin on the male’s face as he touched you really pissed Hoseok off. But even he had to admit that seeing another man turn you into a pathetic mess was too much for him. “Won’t tell me? Well, I’ll find out anyway.” Yoongi shrugged winking at the male before turning his face back forward to let the heat fan across his features. He leaned close sniffing at your pussy causing you to feel completely exposed if you didn’t already. Yoongi shuddered and let his tongue dart out to lick up and down your pussy slowly. Flicking against the slit he couldn’t help but let his mouth close around your clit piercing playing with it. His tongue lapping at it eagerly as he made slurping noises against your core. You were a complete mess, your hands tangled into his hair pushing him closer to your cunt as you begged for more. He ate it all up as well.

Your eyes moved to Hoseok as you face fucked Yoongi, your hips rutting against that sinful mouth and plump lips that made sure you were feeling everything he did to you. Your hands combed through his hair slowly, but Yoongi wasn’t satisfied. He wanted you completely losing your mind. He pressed a slender long middle finger inside of your dripping pussy, your juices allowing his digit to slide right in without any difficulty. He moaned against your pussy starting to kiss all over it, allowing his tongue to go crazy touching and tasting all, he could. His finger started to thrust in and out of your pussy, the slick lewd sounds of you being fingered being heard throughout the walls. He added a second finger curving them once as he nibbled a spot right next to your clit causing you to cum without warning. Your body was writhing against the desk under him, your hips bucking up against his fingers and he continued to ride out your high building you up again. He made love to your pussy with his tongue, slowly he dropped it lower and brought it back up. Repeating this for each inch until he was pressing his fat tongue inside of your pussy. The long muscle feeling your up as his fingers made come hither motions before he pulled them out and lifted them up towards you. Getting the hint, you grabbed at his wrist sucking of his fingers as he thrust his tongue in and out of your pussy. Yoongi locked eyes with you as your hips slightly rocked against his face. He let his tongue roll and flick against every spot against you he could reach. Curving his tongue and starting to angle it at different spots his hands gripped your hips down as he buried himself more into you. His head shaking from side to side as his chin started to drip from your juices. Your cries were music to his ears, and though you came again and tried to push his head away he made it known that he wasn’t done yet.

Your pussy felt overstimulated but in a good way. You had been worked up all day, and you were so shocked that you could even still cum. Yoongi moved his arm to rest against your hips as his fingers started to pinch and pull against your piercing. Slapping at it from time to time your hips were spasming out until you were meeting another orgasm spilling out your juices on his tongue. Yoongi moaned drinking from you as if he was a starved man.

He pulled back from you slowly as your hips twitched and your locked-up body slowly started to relax. Yoongi looked at you, his face wet from your juices, his chin and cheeks covered with a thin film of your juices and you whined softly. He looked feral like this and it was so hot to you. Turning his attention towards Hoseok he stalked towards him, tilting his head.

“Taste your girl. Unless you’re too scared.” Yoongi taunted as he leaned his face inches from Hoseok’s own reddened face. Hoseok narrowed his eyes before looking at how your body was still shaking against the desk. Without a second thought he moved forward as soon as the guard’s released him to let his and Yoongi’s lips meet in a rough sloppy kiss. Yoongi kept the male in his seat, as they shared a heated kiss, and before you knew it Yoongi’s tongue was entering Hoseok’s mouth who couldn’t help but admit a groan as the male palmed him through his tight pants. Hoseok’s hips slowly worked up against the hand but even from his movements you could tell that it felt foreign and he wasn’t used to it. You and Hoseok never talked about past relationships too much but you knew he found some guys attractive he just never acted on it.

Yoongi broke the kiss, gripping at Hoseok’s jaw he used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants, his fingers working on the button to free the male’s thick stiff dick from his pants. Yoongi let his hand dip inside of his boxers, pulling him out as their eyes stayed locked on each other. Yoongi moved his head towards his guards as he leaned his head down to swipe his tongue across the tip of the reddened shaft. Hoseok’s eyes drift closed for a second before he opened them again to look at you.

“Nope eyes on me. It’s my turn to taste you. Wouldn’t be fair if I did one and not the other, right?” Yoongi asked as he moved to get on his knees. His guards shuffled against the door from side and your guess from seeing the tint in their pants is that they were horny but maybe not into most of the things Yoongi was doing.

“Go outside and tell the police it’s handled. Patrol the areas and make sure nothing else goes wrong, or I really will have your asses.” Yoongi snapped at the pair of men. Both bowed their head before opening and shutting the door. Hoseok seemed to relax a bit, his eyes dropping down to see the male on his knees in front of him. Yoongi moved to grip at his pants removing them from his body as well as the boxers Hoseok was wearing. Seeing the cock standing tall and in attention you wanted no more than to give it, run your tongue up and down all his most sensitive spots. Your mouth watered as you watched the sight unfold in front of you. Yoongi gripped Hoseok’s shaft at the base, the air between them being one of tension and it was hot as fuck. Yoongi wasted no time sucking on the tip of Hoseok’s shaft causing his breath to hitch as he watched the male play with his tip. Yoongi was skilled with his mouth, letting his tongue press against the slits of the top, his tongue dropping down to flick against the underside of his cock. Soon Yoongi was letting his lips wrap around the thick girth lowering his mouth on the male’s member bobbing his head up and down as he started to suck on his cock. Hoseok rolled his head back moaning in pleasure as his hands gripped the sides of the chair, he was trying to not become too aroused of the handsome male on his knees blowing him.

Yoongi wanted his praise however, staring to vibrate his tongue and roll it against every vein he could find he had Hoseok gripping his hair in no time forcing him down farther onto his cock. Yoongi moaned having no gag reflex he could deepthroat the male without becoming hurt as he was face fucked. Hoseok got more comfortable grunting out the male’s name slightly as his eyes moved back to rest on your figure. Your fingers back teasing your clit and piercing as you watched both men, you were already close to another orgasm but you moved your soaked hand away licking at your fingers as you winked at Hoseok. After a few more bobs, Hoseok was holding Yoongi’s head down as he came down his throat. Surprised at how the male swallowed around his shaft so well. Yoongi pulled back once he was done, licking over his lips he stood up and walked towards you crashing your lips together letting you taste him. You mewled softly, the idea of both you and your lovers cum on this man’s tongue had your body trembling.

Hoseok watched the two of you make out as Yoongi’s fingers entered you again, he stripped off his shirt and made his way towards the both of you pushing Yoongi lightly against the desk causing you both to question him. Hoseok smirked getting on his knees, undoing the pants quickly letting them drop to his ankles. He saw the male’s hardened cock hanging proudly as he watched him, the tip was angry and swelled. Hoseok moved his hands to start playing with his balls as his lips wrapped around his head and he started to bob his mouth up and down. Yoongi let his fingers stay buried inside of you as his hips fucked Hoseok’s face. You were whimpering against his lips, taking up to four fingers as he stretched you out more. A bright idea popped in your head and you moved away from Yoongi taking his fingers from your cunt you sucked his digits clean before you got on your knees beside your lover. Hoseok looked over at you with lust filled curious eyes. Winking at him you slapped his hand away from Yoongi’s balls moving to press your lips against his sack instead. Yoongi growled out throwing his head back. Both of you working on his shaft and balls together had his legs shaking as he gripped at both of your hair. You occasionally moved your mouth up to flick against the base of his cock, even at one-point trading places with Hoseok to bob your head up and down against his shaft as Hoseok played with his balls. Yoongi nutted inside of your mouth holding your head down to the base and you sucked on it eagerly until you were cleaning all of him off.

You pulled back and Yoongi looked at the both of you two chest heaving. “Fuck her.” He instructed Hoseok to do who had no problem doing it. You gripped at his hands looking up at him.

“Let me ride you, sir.” You spoke softly using your nickname for him when it was just the two of you. Hoseok could feel his cock becoming painfully erect hearing you say such words but he agreed. Moving to sit down in a chair he gripped at your hips as you moved to straddle his waist. Gripping at the base of his cock you ground it against your sleek slit before you pressed it against your entrance and lowered yourself onto him. Both of you moaning in pleasure, your hands moved to grip at his shoulders as you steadied yourself. It didn’t take you long to adjust considering all the foreplay you were given. You started to rock your hips against Hoseok’s bouncing up and down on his member while he watched you. His hands moved to spread your ass cheeks apart, slapping against them and pressing his middle finger against your asshole. It clenched as well as your pussy, you looked down at him as he slid his finger inside of you slowly opening both of your holes up slowly. Your hips planted down onto the floor as you fucked yourself hard on his cock listening to the sounds of your hips meeting one another. Hoseok gripped at your hair pulling your lips close to his neck since he loved it when you bit and marked him, but this also served for another purpose. Hoseok let his eyes meet Yoongi’s who was sitting there stroking his shaft in time with your thrusts. Hoseok let go of your hair to signal Yoongi to move closer.

Yoongi took the hint without a second thought, and Hoseok added another finger, curling them slightly he continued to scissor you open until he felt you were ready to take Yoongi as well. Removing his fingers slowly he gripped at your hips keeping them still. Your heart started to pound in your chest as you felt Yoongi’s cock pressing against your tight asshole. It had been a while since you were double penetrated and the last time was with a toy not the real thing.

Yoongi slowly pushed himself inside of you moaning at the tight hot heat that wrapped around his shaft. You hissed slightly in the throbbing that was starting to pick up but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t handle. Yoongi snapped his hips until he was filling you up, all three of you waiting a moment. “Let her fuck us.” Hoseok said to Yoongi as he kissed up your chest. You nodded your head staring to pick yourself up and slam back down on both cock’s that were buried deep inside of your holes. Hoseok lifted his fingers to slip in your mouth as you rode both men at the same time. It was hard for Yoongi to keep his hips still slightly rutting against you every time your hips met. Hoseok let his free hand move to wrap around Yoongi grabbing at his ass groping and spanking the flesh once, a crooked smirk on his lips as Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“If you fucked her harder I wouldn’t have to do that.” Hoseok stated.

“Harder you say? Fuck this asshole harder?” He said as he started to snap his hips against yours in a brutal pace. “What about you? Not fucking that pretty little pussy how you should. Fuck her harder.” Yoongi countered causing Hoseok’s hips to snap up against you. Both men smirking as you crumpled against Hoseok’s body reduced to a moaning incoherent mess. Your hands were gripping onto Hoseok’s shoulders and slipping slightly. A layer of thin sweat covered all your bodies and your hair stuck towards your forehead. Yoongi lifted one hand up to yank your head back by your hair pressing his lips against yours into a heated kiss. Hoseok started to play with your clit again, causing your pussy to tighten up around them both painfully tight as your stomach clenched and flipped. You were close, moaning against Yoongi’s mouth you let them both pound at your walls until you were cumming on Hoseok’s shaft tightly wrapped around him. Hoseok came next, spilling his white seed into your womb with an erratic pace. Yoongi lasted for a little while longer, but feeling the squeezing of your tightness around his shaft was too much and he was soon cumming inside of you. He held onto your hips as some of his white semen started to seep from your asshole, sliding down the back of your legs.

After calming down, Yoongi pulled away first and then both you and Hoseok untangled from each other. You got dressed slowly the room becoming quiet as everyone tried to think about what just happened. Once you were all set, Hoseok gave Yoongi money to pay for the clothes and Yoongi gave it back to him. The three of you talked a bit before exchanging numbers with the male before you left the store. The clothes in your bags as Hoseok led you towards the front seat and inside driving you home.

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“Hey.. Are you ready to come over?” You asked Yoongi softly playing with your hair as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Yeah give me a second.. I just got off but you better be ready for me, both of you.” Yoongi stated and hung up the call once you agreed.

“He’s on his way love.” You stated to Hoseok as he went down on you kissing on your pussy.

“Good that means I can’t get us both warmed up with a pre-game.” Hoseok stated as he kissed around your pussy, the both of you fucking around waiting for your favorite fuck buddy and new friend to return.