and it feels like too much to ask

Monsta X Imagine | As Neighbors

| If it isn’t too much work (I totally understand if it is!) you should do that cute Neighbors AU thing with the members of Monsta X! I feel like they would be 2cute4thisworld as neighbors. BUT only do it if you feel like it isn’t too much to ask for.  | my friend i am so excited for thissss ~Admin H


Shownu: honestly in this AU he’s still a super buff darling dancer that u hear thumping around at 3 am dancing to Big Bang but he’s got a super soft side 2 him and he isn’t afraid of showing it he’s got lovely curtains and he’s v proud of his little herb garden on his balcony and he’s got an apron that says Kiss the Cook on it that Minhyuk got him as a joke but he ended dup loving it a lot and u always see him tending and talking to his plants bc ur balcony is next to his and you think its really sweet until one day the neighbor’s mean old cat climbs into his balcony and starts eating his plants and ur reading ur book on urs and you freak out at it bc no!!! those are his lil friends!!! but he’s not home so you climb over into his balcony and try to shoo the cat off but then shown comes home to u battling a cat away from his plants and its a v strange sight but u guys bc low-key friends until he realizes….wowow ur like…really cute…

Wonho: he’s your low key annoying neighbor that at first you’re like oh god….he’s one of those Party Douchebags that’s constantly bringing girls over and having loud parties but then u find out the only reason he brings girls home is bc he’s making sure that they have a safe place to sleep off the alcohol in their system or get an uber ride home, and he plays loud music bc he’s practicing dancing for a charity show, and the random thumping on walls is when he’s talking to his mom on the phone while doing chores and he walked into a wall and after u help him save a kitten off the streets u guys really bond n now u guys r pretty much inseparable and maybe he starts 2 have feelings for you…. 

Minhyuk: he’s that really loud neighbor but you really dont mind that he’s loud bc he’s so cute and so happy and kind and he’s that neighbor that always orders food at weird times of the day so sometimes you’ll get a knock on the door at like…12 at night and he’s holding a box of pizza and he’s got half a slice in his mouth like…hey i’ve ordered too many boxes do u want to come over w my friends and i and eat some and at first ur like um what time is it but then um free food hell yes and that’s how u become best friends w minhyuk 

Kihyun: he’s the mom neighbor that you can always go to if you need sugar, a bit of flour for something, or if u need advice!! He’s always there for you and he the type of neighbor to bring you cookies if he even gets a hint that you’re feeling down, and he’s the first person you go to if you need someone to watch your apartment/animals when you have to go away for a while, and he’s pretty much one of your best friends in a mothering neighbor form.(he also makes sure that you get home safely if you have a night of drinking, bringing you advil and water in the morning after purposefully talking loudly)

Hyungwon: his apartment is just,,,,instagram goals like seriously,,,,its just so neat and aesthetically pleasing and he loves to find cool little things he can bring back to his apartment to take pictures of and his walls have this huge collection of polaroid pictures and he’s the one you go to when you need advice about interior decorating and when you’ve had a bad day and he’s the king of 6$ wine that tastes like $3,000 and you guys watch dramas or reality shows and talk trash and are salt buddies and you guys have neighbor dates where is just you guys bitching to each other about life over wine and junk food and it’s wonderful and eventually he’s like,,,,instead of being salty over other people how about we like,,,,,,be salty about people together

Jooheon: Joohoney is sort of scary to some of the elderly neighbors like they think he’s up 2 no good bc he always wears dark colors and piercings and in this AU he’s got a tongue piercing bc i can and he just spells bad news and u believe it until one day the power goes out and you just hear this screech and u dont know who it is until theres a knocking on ur door and its Jooheon in a fluffy pink bathrobe w kittens on it and he’s got tears in his eyes and ur like,,,who is this boy and turns out he was in the shower when the power went out and he’s actually….super cute and nice his apartment is filled w cute pictures of animals and really pretty plates and lots of plants that all have names and u guys end up talking for forever until the lights come back on and ur like oh shit,,,,he cute 

Changkyun: he’s just?? he seems like the most normal person in ur building until u hear his screeching along gin the shower to AOA and he has like 15 different packages outside his door like does he have an online shopping problem?(the answer is yes) but it turns out he’s buying amiibos and you once saw him literally wait at the door for a package and he’s got the nintendo switch in his hands and ur like,,,fuck. holy shit. hOOOLY SHIT and you race over there and practically break down his door like heY YOU DONT KNOW ME BUT LIKE THAT’S THE SWITCH ISNT IT and at first he’s like um my door but then hELL YEAH ITS THE SWITCH WANNA PLAY SNIPPERCLIPS TOGETHER and that’s how u guys bond and eventually he’s like…wow this person is not only cute but like,,,,,a huge nerd,,perfect

yall my heart is rly gonna break, monsta x always work so hard and improve each comeback because not only do they want to better themselves and their music, they also feel like they can’t disappoint fans (which is impossible really, they’ve never disappointed us) and to hear that all they want now is a nomination instead of a win is so terribly sad because it’s really on us as fans to give them those things and it’s definitely not too much to ask of us considering all of the hard work they’ve put into their careers and the love and trust they’ve given us. really, all i can think of is that one vlive during rush promotions where they were telling us it’s their fault they didn’t get a win and how sorry they were and how they’ll work even harder and it makes me want to cry now just thinking about it because it’s never their fault. it also just makes me worry because how hard do they have to be on themselves to feel like not getting a fan-voted award is their fault??

i know they have plenty more years to come but they deserve this long-awaited win NOW!!! this comeback is evidence of the amount of effort and care they’ve all put into the album as a whole and i really think it’s the best comeback they’ve had so far. can we just applaud the fact that their first full album is absolutely amazing?? they’ve never released one bad song but this album really hits it out of the park! ‘beautiful’ is an amazing song and has stunning choreo, it deserves all the hype it gets. plus, i feel like this first win will give them the recognition and validation they deserve. they put so much pressure on themselves, this win could ease some of their worries about how they’re doing as a group and show how much we care.

can you just imagine they finally get their first win??? on a song from their first album??? JUST BEFORE THEY HIT THEIR 2-YEAR MARK???? i know we have a few odds stacked against us so please, monbebes, i hope we can pull it off this time and give them a win. fans of other groups, i hope you can give our boys a chance to at least check out their music and see why we love them so much, or just help us out with streaming and voting because we are a kinda small fandom and only have about 4 weeks before they stop promoting ‘beautiful’. please, let’s do this for them.

my-little-norgie  asked:

Hi Hajimama, I feel like I'm losing my will to do stuff that I have to do but I don't like to do. For example, schoolwork. It's been keeping me from being productive. I will only do things that I like to do but it's unnecessary. I'm nearing the end of my junior high school but I feel like I hardly got anything done.

I feel you! I often have that feeling too! Depending on how much your actual ability (not will) to do these things is affected you might be experiencing depressive episodes and might need to get help. Often this can also be a sign of simply being overwhelmed, so structuring your life and work balance can help. Set up a timetable for home and try to be disciplined about it. Allow yourself to stop work when you can’t do it anymore and do little breaks in between. Unfortunately school work is very important and I can only ask you to try to get it done at least partly (it’s fine if you can’t do it all, because sometimes it’s really a shit ton of work, but at least do as much as you can or set yourself a time, like you do one hour of actual homework).

So i have a problem and i was wondering if yoou guys can help me haha. I’ve been talking to three guys this past week and i just don’t know what to do…

First guy: Went on a date with him, we have lots of things in common, he’s basically what i wanted in a guy but he’s not that good looking and he’s a little clingy…he already asked me to go with him to his cousin’s wedding…four months from now ! He’s a little too eager…

Second guy:  I’ve been texting him the past week, he’s funny, we have lots of things in common and i like talking to him. He’s much more relaxed and i don’t feel suffocated. 

Third guy: We talked a little and he’s really nice, the thing is that he’s from another town and he’s not always gonna be here…and i don’t do long distance relationships haha

All three of them asked me out on Saturday and i just don’t know which one to pick…Who would you pick ?

anonymous asked:

hello there is this boy and i like him a lot but i feel like i'm gonna scare him away bc i randomly send things that are way too personal bc its a compulsive thing and im so worried bc hes so cool and accepting and i like him v much but im just so desperate for attention and i can tell its annoying even if he denies it

Hi there :-) I’ve totally been in this situation before so I feel you ! The truth is, even if you feel like you’re being annoying, it’s not always the case ! Try to remember that you are worth much more than the time it takes for your crush to respond or the embarrassment/awkwardness felt when you feel like you’re sharing too much. If you feel that you are ever becoming too fixated with their validation, try to take time for yourself. Focus on you ! Try to think: this guy is great but is he worth so much of my energy right now? Use that energy doing something you love like drawing or reading. Even if you really like someone, just remember that their validation shouldn’t be your number one priority. And I get that this can be a bit hard but it goes hand in hand with gaining confidence and self assurance. I’m still learning too ! Good luck, pal ☘️

Letters to Bucky (Part Six)(NSFW)

Welcome back to the story! If you need to catch up, check out the Master List HERE.
This tried to just be smut but OH MY GOD THE FEELS just overwhelmed it. Still so very NSFW so you know…!!
Shout out to my lovely
@bethy-sue​ for helping me with this scene! I am 100% in love with these boys and hope you guys are too!
This update is SO LONG, but I needed to get it all out! I love everyone SO MUCH for reading these long ass chapters and commenting/liking/reblogging/messaging me.. You guys are seriously the best!!!
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“So do you actually know any of these people?” Bucky asked, carefully grasping a champagne flute, wrinkling his nose at the taste.

“Some of them.” Tony remarked, draining his glass and reaching for another. “I’ll be able to pretend to like more of them after a few more glasses of this.”

“Geez Tony.” Bucky chuckled. “Why do you come if you hate it so much?”

“With great money comes—” Tony motioned around the room. “Great nonsense. Speaking of great money,” he stepped a little closer. “We didn’t actually do a ton of talking earlier. About the whole me secretly being a billionaire and all that.”

“Yeah, well there’s so much more to do with our mouths than talk, sweet thing.” Bucky murmured and Tony nearly snapped the fragile glass stem in half.

“Yes well.” He coughed. “That’s a valid point. But um, do we need to talk more about me being…me? Is this going to affect things? Are we still going to work?”

“I don’t see why not.” Bucky was scanning the room, watching the crowds of rich people try to outbid each other in the silent auction. “I’m leaving again tomorrow evening and we will be back to writing letters then. So I can pretend I don’t know your last name, or that you own seventeen cars and a plane,  and you can pretend you don’t stutter every time I smile at you and–”

“Hey!” Tony protested, but Bucky grinned, and completely proved his point when Tony tripped over his next words. “Wait-wait what do you mean, tomorrow?”

“I’m only here for ten days, Tony.” He answered quietly. “Today is day nine. I just couldn’t leave New York without trying to see you.”

“Jesus.” Tony cursed softly. “Well then screw the party,  let’s leave.”

“We just got here.” Bucky pointed out and Tony rolled his eyes exasperated. “And even though your secretary only weighs like ninety pounds, the woman is terrifying.”

“They got photos of me here, that’s all the proof I need to convince Pepper I did my part. Bucky, if you’re leaving tomorrow let’s get out of here so we can spend some time together. Real time together. Like time involving throwing pillows on the floor and watching the sunrise through my bedroom window.”

“I love the way you think, Tony.” Bucky sent him a look that had Tony chugging his champagne and looking for an exit.

“Oh look a door! Let’s go.” Tony took off through the crowd, and Bucky followed, trying not to look like he was chasing him, even though chasing Tony was exactly what he wanted to be doing.

“Anthony! Anthony, been looking for you all night.”
A slender man in glasses stepped right in front of Tony, putting an all- too-friendly hand on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t  be leaving already would you now? We haven’t even had the chance to catch up!”

“That was the point.” Tony bit out, managing a barely there smile. “Got too many thing to do tonight to hang out. But I wrote my check and did my part for the children so–”

“So let’s stay and have a drink!” He motioned for a couple glasses of champagne, but before he could hand Tony one, Bucky stepped in with a glass of his own, pressing it into Tony’s open hand.

“Thanks.” Tony grinned up at him, knowing exactly why Bucky had done that, and loving it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we had any military personnel here tonight. Or at least not any enlisted officers. What’s your name, soldier?” The man tossed up a mocking salute, and Bucky straightened to his full height, shoulders back, chin high, and held out his hand to shake.

“Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.” He said authoritatively, refraining from listing his company and unit. Since he was special ops, and really more black ops than special ops, his Master Sergeant Title was all he used when meeting new people.

“Oh my.” Reaching for Bucky’s hand, the man looked him over with a newly interested smirk. “A Master Sergeant. That’s lovely. I’m Justin Hammer, but I’m sure you knew that.”

“Ah. From Hammer Tech.” Bucky squeezed the slim hand resting in his own, until Hammer jerked away, covering the movement with a cough.

“That’s right. I’m sure you use a lot of my product. Keeping you boys-er, men- safe out there.”

“Your product and Starks as well.” Bucky replied evenly.

“So.” Hammer looked between the two of them. “When Tony is done bending your ear about all the new weapons he wants to sell you, why don’t you come find me? We won’t have to talk business at all.” He smiled in a way that he probably assumed was flirtatious, or at the very least engaging, but Bucky didn’t smile back.

“I’m sure I’ll be too busy. But I’ll let you know.”

“Tony.” Hammer brushed off the slight. “Let’s have dinner soon. I feel like we have lots to catch up on.”

“He’ll be too busy.” Bucky replied, in what Tony had dubbed his ‘Master Sergeant’ voice, and even the annoyingly oblivious Justin Hammer took a step back. “But he’ll let you know.”

“Sure. Sure.” Knowing when he was beat, Hammer turned and walked away, calling out to some
one else at the party.

“Well, he’s annoying.” Bucky said, setting his champagne glass down. “Are we still— uh, what? What’s wrong?”

Tony was staring, hands flexing at his side, chewing his bottom lip.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, starting to worry. “Was that not okay? I warned you I was going to mark my territory. Did you think I was kidding?” Tony didn’t answer, just kept watching him and Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly. “Say something, Tony.”

“I just… wow,  that whole Master Sergeant voice is like twice as interesting in person.”

Bucky’s blue eyes lit up, and he moved a little closer into Tony’s space. “Twice as interesting hm?”

“Yeah, we’re leaving right now.”
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“Oh welcome back Mr. Stark. How was the evening?” The doorman asked politely, and Tony slowed down just long enough to answer.

“Great, thank you Matthew. Really made a difference, wrote a really big check.” With a quick grin at the man, Tony pushed Bucky towards the elevator. “Move your ass, soldier.”

The doors closed, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, loosening his tie.

“Really, Tony? AC/DC?” Bucky asked, dragging his fingers through his slicked back hair, listening with a half smile to the chords of Highway to Hell coming from the speakers.

“Bucky baby I live at the top of this damn building. You think I want to hear elevator music for ten minutes?” Tony took his tie off completely, unbuttoning his suit jacket and the top button of his shirt, breathing a quiet sigh of relief as he relaxed.

“Is that how long this ride takes?” Bucky glance around the elevator, eyeing the mirrored walls and tall ceiling.

“You know I’ve never counted actually, it’s probably really about two or three minutes, I just thought-OH!” Tony startled as Bucky pushed him against the wall, covering his mouth with a possessive kiss, sliding his tongue against Tony’s lips until he opened up, and Bucky groaned low in his throat.

“You are so gorgeous Tony.” He murmured, tasting and licking into Tony’s mouth eagerly, one big hand pinning Tony’s hips to the wall, the other stroking and running through his hair, messing up those perfect spikes, and tugging until Tony dropped his head farther back, opening wider beneath him. “That’s right, sweet thing, just like that.”

Wedging a thigh between his legs, Bucky swore softly when Tony ground down against him. “Just like that.” He was just reaching for the buttons of the white dress shirt, when the elevator slid to a stop, and the doors opened on a very surprised Pepper.

“Tony!” She looked away awkwardly while the men separated. “You aren’t supposed to be here. You were definitely supposed to stay long enough to give a speech and–”

“Bucky’s leaving tomorrow.” Tony interrupted. “Priorities, Pepper. Now really, be a dear and leave.”

“Tony–”

Leave.” He repeated, and it was about firmest he’d ever been with her, so Pepper stood aside and waited politely until they’d exited the elevator, and then left.

The suite was quiet, and when Tony sent Bucky a look from under his lashes, the soldier burst out laughing.

“How is such a little woman so fierce?! I thought she was going to ground you!”

“She probably is. I’ll have to buy her something tomorrow.” Tony admitted, heading towards his bar. “Whiskey?”

“Please.” Bucky slid his dress jacket off his arms, setting it over a chair carefully. “I don’t know how you can drink champagne.”

“Quickly.” Tony said as he grabbed a few glasses. “And in great quantities. Only way to get through those charity dinners.”

“I can get on board with that.” Bucky reached for his glass and clinked it against Tony’s. “Here’s to good whiskey and gorgeous billionaires.”

Tony chuckled. “Nah, to hot soldiers who do risky things like show up unannounced on my doorstep.”

“To letters that take weeks to arrive and are worth every minute of waiting.” Bucky countered, and Tony moved around the bar to stand in front of him.

“To flirting without ever worrying it might not be okay.”

Bucky licked his lips and leaned closer. “To checking the ‘yes I like you’ box.”

“To hearing your voice every time I read your poetry.”

“To phone calls that keep me awake and smiling at night.”

Tony moved until their toes met, until their chests were just a hairsbreadth apart.

“To falling for someone without even seeing them.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened to a stormy ocean blue, his voice suddenly hoarse “Tony.”

Tony tipped his whiskey back and drained it, and Bucky did the same, setting the crystal glass back on the bar carefully.

“Can I take you to bed now?”
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“Really Tony?”  Bucky asked, laughing, as they finally made it to the bedroom, and he got a look at Tony’s bed.  He picked Tony up off his now bare feet and tossed him right in the middle of a ridiculous amount of pillows.

“Hey, I warned you in advance about all my pillows!” Tony’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, his hair all over the place, and he started throwing them at the soldier, who managed to duck the first two and took a third right to his face. “Reflexes soldier boy! You should be faster than that!”

“I have other things on my mind than pillow fights, baby.” Bucky said with a wicked glint in his eye, and started stripping pillows from the bed as fast as he could, until all but two of them lay on the floor.

“Why do we need two?” Tony asked lazily, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. “I told you I’d just sleep on you.”

“I remember.” Bucky smiled wolfishly. “But we aren’t sleeping yet.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Tony laughed, and started pulling at his clothes faster. “Hurry up, Bucky Baby. You said I wouldn’t complain when I saw you na-na–jesus Christ.” He stuttered to a stop, hands frozen halfway down his shirt.

Bucky had turned his back, his white button up dropping off broad shoulders and down thick arms. Then he pushed the fitted dress pants off his narrow waist, over a muscular ass, and down long legs, kicking his shoes and socks off before turning back to the bed.

“Tony?” He queried, raising an eyebrow when he saw the brunette hadn’t moved.

“Um.” Tony shook his head. “I got nothing, Bucky. You're…”

“You alright?” Bucky took a step forward and that seemed to snap Tony from his daze.

“It’s fine. It’s just, have I told you yet how terrible you were at describing yourself to me? Because you left out all of–” he made a wide circular motion with his hands. “All of this. You neglected to mention all of this.”

“Is this a problem?”

“You’re not funny Bucky.” Tony said mildly, sitting up in his knees and greedily looking his fill. “We already went over that.”

“Oh that’s right.” Bucky sighed dramatically. “I remember now. I was going to leave the funny to you, and I’d take care of the flirting and making you blush?”

“Something like that.” Tony was practically leering, his eyes never moving above Bucky’s shoulders, his hands running restlessly over his own thighs, the thought of actually getting to touch that perfect body almost too much.

“I better get on that, then.” Bucky crawled up the bed, pressing into Tony until he shifted off his knees and onto his back on the pillow. “Hey.” Bucky’s smile was just short of predatory, his eyes dark, and Tony exhaled loudly.

“Hey there.”

“Can I take this off?” Bucky grasped the half open shirt, and Tony nodded, without breaking eye contact. “Thank you.” Bucky kissed him slowly, sweetly, and worked the rest of the buttons open until he could spread his hands against Tony’s chest. “Oh, oh sweet thing.” He touched each scar carefully, calloused fingers traveling over the raised, rough lines. “Look at how much of a fighter you are. You survived all this.”

“Looking like a pincushion.” Tony grumbled, then jumped in surprise when Bucky lowered his head and started mouthing over each mark, his tongue soothing the red edges. When his teeth scraped over the ones closest to his heart, Tony dug his fingers into Bucky’s hair, scratching at his scalp, forcing him closer and Bucky obliged, kissing and licking over every inch of pale skin beneath his hands.

“I like your scars. Beautiful. Survivor. Fighter. I could have lost you. I could have lost you before I even knew you, and I can’t deal with that thought.”
Tony closed his eyes against a rush of emotion, his hands tightening briefly in that long hair.
“Can we take these off too?” Bucky was playing with the closure on Tony’s slacks, and waited for a nod of consent before slipping them off and tossing them onto the floor. “There you are, honey, now I can see you.”

He settled between Tony’s legs, rocking forward just enough to make both of them curse out loud when their cocks rubbed together, separated only by two thin pairs of briefs.

“Goddamnit I’m so hard for you, baby.” Bucky buried his face in Tony’s neck. “This is so perfect.”
Tony didn’t reply, too busy trying to catch his breath, the heavy welcome weight of Bucky lying against him from shoulders to calves. He traced lines over the strong shoulders, down to the dimples that sat so low on his back, then back up, pressing as close as he could to the soldier.

“I want to be as close to you as I can.” He finally said, and Bucky raised his head enough to stare deep into his eyes.

“Do you want me, Tony? Do you want to have me? Because you can. You can take me. Tell me how you want me.” He smiled slowly when Tony’s mouth opened, a rush of red flooding his cheeks.

“Re-really?”

“Of course.” Bucky ground down against him, chuckling quietly when Tony’s eyes fluttered closed.

“But on the phone–”

“Yeah, I talked about being inside you, baby, but that was just one time. We can do this however you want. ”

“That’s what I want.” Tony decided. “Like how-how you said on the phone. Want you inside-inside me.”

“Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky promised, and started moving again, working his way down all the lean muscles below him, first his hands, then his mouth moving lower until he could hook his fingers in the waistband of Tony’s briefs. “I half expected these to be camo.” He teased and Tony shrugged, watching with hooded eyes as Bucky started pulling them down his legs.

“Next time. Next time I’ll wear camo underwear for you.”

“You better.” Bucky’s voice went low and breathy. “Can I taste you, Tony?”

He didn’t wait for an answer this time, barely giving Tony a second to realize what he’d asked before licking a long line up Tony’s length, swirling over the head before taking as much as he could into his mouth.

“Bucky, jesus fucking–!” Tony’s whole body jerked and he grabbed Bucky’s head, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You trying to pull me away, or push me down, sugar?” Bucky asked with a soft groan, scraping his teeth just barely over the satiny soft skin, wrapping one hand around the thick base and stroking slowly.

“I-don’t-know.” Tony said through clenched teeth, thrusting helplessly between those red lips. “Just don’t stop. No wait, stop. Dammit Bucky, I can’t …” he took a deep breath, throwing an arm over his eyes, trying to get his body back under control.

Bucky had backed off the second Tony had said ‘stop’, watching him carefully, giving him a chance to cool down. “Alright?” He asked after a minute and Tony nodded, pulling at him until Bucky slid back up between his legs.

“Not gonna last like that.” Tony admitted and Bucky’s lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

“I barely got started though, baby. Just wanted to taste you a little.”

“Yeah well, I’m not 20 anymore.” Tony replied, working his fingers into Bucky’s thick hair and tugging him down for a kiss. “Only gonna do this once tonight and I want it to be with you.”

“We should test that theory.” Bucky argued, nipping soft kisses and little bites down Tony’s throat. “It’s been a while for me sweet thing, I bet we could do this twice without even trying.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t do this again first thing in the morning and again before you leave.” Tony’s breath was coming faster and Bucky sucked a light bruise over his pulse point. “Just that the first time should be–”

“I know.” Bucky raised his head until their foreheads touched. “I want it to be together too.” He picked up Tony’s hand, letting it rest on his neck, waiting until Tony’s eyes widened. “Feel that?”

“Yeah.” Tony licked his lips. “Our hearts are racing together.”
He barely caught the gentle smile crossing Bucky’s face before the soldier kissed him again, slotting their lips together, their tongues licking, sliding in each other’s mouths.
Bucky kept working his hand up and over Tony’s cock, dragging a thumb over the drooling slit, humming contentedly every time Tony’s body shuddered beneath him.

“Can I–” he ran his other hand down Tony’s back, over the curve of his cute butt, fingers catching and pressing against his tight entrance. “Like this? Or not yet?”

“Absolutely. Yes, yes, Like this.” Tony reached with one hand to dig in his drawer, finding the small bottle of lube and dropping it on the bed. Bucky reached for it, the mood in the room changing to something more heated now that permission had been given. He uncapped the lid and coated his fingers.

“Spread your legs for me.” Bucky sat up on his knees between Tony’s legs, and his eyes lighting when Tony moaned and shifted against him. “Spread them wider.” He instructed, watching the blush climb Tony’s neck and face when his voice dropped lower, rougher. “Make enough room for me, that’s it baby, see you remember. That’s so good sweetheart.” He encouraged when Tony bent his knee, letting his other leg fall open so Bucky could move inside him, first one then two fingers when Tony gasped and pushed down against him. “Just like we did over the phone, yeah? Is this how you looked, then? Just hard and open and wishing I was right here?” Bucky scissored his fingers slowly, working him open as gently as he could. “Did you touch yourself like this when we were on the phone?”

“Not then, no. You didn’t tell me to.” Bucky’s eyes nearly glazed over at the thought of Tony obeying him and Tony shook his head. “You’re the first in a long time, babe.” He reached down, stroking himself a few times, huffing a laugh when a strangled noise came from Bucky’s chest.

“Jesus.” Bucky muttered. “It’s like I was in control for three seconds, but as soon as you move, or talk, I’m just helpless against you. How do you do that to me? Why does the fact that I’m your first in a long while just…”

“I know.” Tony agreed quietly, and reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Now come on. Don’t make a guy wait. You’re already halfway there.”

Bucky eased himself from Tony’s body, reaching back for his pants for a condom, missing the relieved look Tony sent him for not having to even ask.

“Are you ready? Or do I need to–” Bucky slipped two fingers back inside him, adding a third and Tony gritted his teeth. “And for the record,” Bucky twisted his fingers hard, searching for the bundle of nerves deep inside that would make Tony–

“AH!!” Tony’s whole body tightened, and he clenched his fists in the sheets.

“For the record,” Bucky repeated, “having my fingers inside you is no where near being halfway there.”
He unwrapped the condom, rolling it down his erection, adding more lube as he readied himself. “Ready, baby?”

Tony nodded, closing his eyes when he felt thick hot heavy pushing into him. “Yes yes yes yes.”

Bucky came into him slowly carefully, trying not to hurt Tony, but he knew it was a lot, he was a lot,  so he  peppered kisses all over Tony’s face and chest, trying to soothe him, trying to distract him.

Tony could have screamed as his body stretched around Bucky, the burn so sharp it was borderline painful, but just when he thought he couldn’t handle any more, Bucky stopped, laying down over him and kissing him apologetically.

“Sorry baby.” He whispered over and over. “I’m big, I know, I’m sorry, I should have gone slower, or warmed you up more or-”

“Bucky.” Tony said through clenched teeth, and he looked up, blue eyes worried. “If you don’t get me off in some spectacular fashion after teasing me all night I’m gonna kick your giant ass out of my bed. Start. Moving. Now.

Bucky laughed, relieved. “You alright, then?”

“Well, I believe you about the whole “not being halfway there” thing.” Tony snarked, then rocked his hips, and a groan punched out of Bucky’s chest. “Move, soldier.”  

“Sure thing, sweet thing.”

He stretched out over him, every roll of his body a long slow stroke in and out that had Tony whimpering and scratching at his back, urging him on for more more more. Bucky just rested their foreheads together, grasping Tony’s wrists together in one big hand and holding them above his head.
“When you take me-” his voice was low, nearly a growl, and Tony shivered, arms flexing as he tried to break Bucky’s hold. “No, baby I’m definitely stronger than you.” He scolded gently, never stopping the rhythm inside him. “When you take me you can set the pace, until then…”
He pushed as far as he could into Tony, until their hips ground together, until their chests touched. “Let’s take our time.”

Leaving Tony’s hands above his head, Bucky ran his fingers down the lean thighs, gripping behind his knees to pull them higher, until he could run his thumb along the arch of Tony’s foot. “Right here, sweet thing.” He placed Tony’s foot against his shoulder, opening his lover up ever farther. “That’s perfect.”

The new angle dragged his cock across Tony’s sweet spot every time he rocked forward, and Bucky slowly picked up his pace, until Tony forgot to leave his hands up and was holding Bucky as close as he could, until Tony forgot that Bucky was in charge and was thrusting back up against him, until Tony forgot anything other than his soldiers name, and he said it over and over and over until Bucky reached down to hold him, jerking him roughly, twisting over the head of Tony’s cock until Tony dropped his head back and screamed his pleasure out.

“Yes, yes Tony, sweet heart, sweet thing, that’s so good.”
Bucky praised, pulling Tony’s foot from his shoulder to wrap around around his waist. “So good honey. Keep going, as long as you need.” He never stopped moving, never stopped touching him, not until Tony’s torso was streaked with white and he was flinching, too sensitive to continue.
When Tony finally started coming down, started recovering, he pushed back into each thrust, grunting when Bucky shifted over him moved harder, chasing his own edge now.

“Come on, babe take what you need.” He urged, “take it soldier, I’m right here.”

“Tony.” Bucky sealed their mouths together in a long kiss, hammering into Tony’s body, pinning the smaller man to the bed.
Tony pushed him on, egged him on, dragging his fingers down Bucky’s chest, stroking over his own slowly re-stiffening erection, groaning each time Bucky filled him, eyes rolling closed when he pulled out, feeling every inch of that thick cock dragging through him.

Bucky watched every emotion cross Tony’s face, listened to every gasp and pant, and fell deeper in love with every passing second. “Tony.” He whispered. “Sweet thing, I–I–”

Tony’s eyes flashed, something unreadable, and he covered Bucky’s mouth with his hand gently.

“I know. Me too. I promise.”

Bucky nodded, brushing a kiss into Tony’s palm and dropped his head, breath coming harder as his pleasure started spiking.

“Close, baby.” He murmured and Tony wove his fingers into his hair, pulling him down, forcing him closer.

“Come on. Come on I’m ready for you.”

Bucky pressed his lips over the scar on Tony’s heart, and it was only a few strokes later that he was coming, buried as deep as he could be inside Tony’s body, his breath nearly a growl as he panted through his orgasm. Tony’s eyes fluttered closed, a thrum of satisfaction, pride from his soldier inside him, making him tremble, wringing another soft groan from Bucky’s chest as Tony’s body tightened beneath him, around him.

“Beautiful.” He managed, after several minutes, when he could see straight again. “Tony this is– you are–”

He kissed him tenderly, almost desperately, and Tony just wrapped his arms around him and kissed him right back.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so what is ur stance on the eternal debate aka - which is best; wuthering heights or jane eyre

‘best’ is such a subjective term though. i feel like sometimes we place too much emphasis on loving one or the other. i think both novels are immensely well-crafted british literary touchstones, as well as important rebellious feminist pieces, and both are engaging, complex reads that are certainly worth one’s time. if you’re asking which i prefer, however, jane eyre owns my heart and soul.

wuthering heights is a fascinating exploration of the clashes between passionate love and selfish love, unchecked nature and checked social culture, and it’s striking to witness the way that catherine and heathcliff’s transcendental relationship colors the whole novel.

but i loved jane eyre first, and i love it inordinately. if wuthering heights is a novel of dichotomy, then jane eyre is a novel of ambiguity. jane herself is always toeing the line between suppressed and unrestrained emotion, rochester the line between ire and passion, and the novel itself the line between gothic romance and coming-of-age, and i love how it never asks you to pick a side. its characters wax poetic at the same time that they stumble over their words and it’s messy in a way that is visceral and human. it also probably doesn’t help that i can relate (to a much lesser extent of course) to jane’s narrative of remaining a kind soul while surviving abusive circumstances and to rochester’s narrative of desiring and finding the forgiveness that he needs. it’s a powerful novel and one of my favorites.

and while i’m here, if you enjoyed wuthering heights and jane eyre and you haven’t read any anne brontë yet, i highly recommend you pick up a copy of the tenant of wildfell hall. it’s a spellbinding feminist masterpiece in which a woman not only escapes an abusive marriage, but finds the hope and healing that she deserves, and it’s so under-appreciated in its beauty

anonymous asked:

I tried to read wolf guy but I rlly didn't like it? Idk there was so much rape in it it made me so uncomfortable and idk I feel like it was only for deepen Akira's Man Feelings and the overall plot was pretty meh

We all have, my friend, different tastes and preferences. While the rape scene was indeed a way too long (I’ve got all the volumes in Japanese and the scene starts in 7th volume and ends in 11th volume so…) otherwise I enjoyed Wolf Guy tremendously. I know such a dark story which contains such “easy” themes as kidnappings, mass murders, gang rape (also a rape towards a man), murders and partly also cannibalism because Haguro eats Akira’s cut off fingers in his twisted extacy isn’t really… how can I say it… eh… “general audience’s” thing. 

I must say I don’t know how the original story from 1970′s is and I definitely need to read it someday and see how much the plot has been adjusted. Is the original plot as dark and twisted as the version I have read I wonder? I do know Haguro kidnaps Aoshika in the 1970′s version and she gets abused.

But, I have always loved dark, twisted stories which are well told (and well drawn). And Wolf Guy is definitely my kind of a series, hands down. I fell in love with it the first glance and I followed it from the very beginning when it started 10 years ago. Haguro is the best villain I have seen in any medium if you ask me haha.

I also love Oyasumi Punpun to death and Nozoki Ana is great, too! Oyasumi Punpun is a very heavy story, but still in a different way than Wolf Guy. It contains themes as domestic violence, mental health issues, hallucinations, murders, suicides, violence in relationships, child abuse, insane religious cults, cult suicides ect. Nozoki Ana it’s just an erotic story with very lovable main characters, but it has some twisted kinky elements.

You don’t have to like it. Absolutely not. Yet, no one’s dislike for something I love won’t make me love that thing any less or deem it as “bad”. I’m a way too old for such group pressure or need for validation to my likes and dislikes from others  haha :’DD

I hope you have found some manga which you enjoy as much as I enjoy of Wolf Guy! Let me know if you have any recommendations; I’m honestly always open for suggestions as there’s zillions of different manga series and it’s easier if someone points out “I liked this, you should try it, too.”

anonymous asked:

So I'm ace and I'm in a relationship. But the thing is that sometimes I feel like there's too much romance. I wish we would just have a various relationship, like one time we would have fun like kids, then cuddle, then have fun again, then kiss and so on. But all we do is just being romantic and I kind of get annoyed of that. Am I maybe aro too?

Maybe? I mean it depends what if you defining as romance. You could have romantic feelings but loathe flowers and candle lit dinners or really whatever romantic activities are going on. Since on the flip side aromantics could adore the aesthetics of all of that but be like yeah, there is no romance here.

sadandgrungeeyes  asked:

Hey .. i wanted to ask .. im only 152cm tall, its like 5 inches .. idk .. i feel like im too short to be boy..

There is no such thing as ‘too short’ to be your gender. Height is not a gendered trait, it is genetic. Im not much taller than you. I pass many cis, presumably, guys regularly who are the same height or shorter than me. There will be cis guys the same height and shorter than you too. There are more short guys than people seem to think. No one is going to suddenly see them as not male because they are shorter. That doesnt happen. They might on occasion be made fun of for being smaller but no one is going to question their gender over it. Height is a continuous variable that varies hugely. Men are not always tall. Women are not always short. Those are nothing but (incredibly unrealistic) stereotypes. It is a spectrum with people falling everywhere along it. If you are perceived as male then your height isnt going to play any part in changing that. Your gender remains unchanged

Have a look through the ‘height’ tag

http://transbrotherhood.tumblr.com/search/height

Apparently I’ve made some people upset that have either messaged or sent me asks. I would like to formally apologize. Sometimes I just don’t have the energy to figure out how to talk to people. I hope you know I appreciate you guys more than you know and I love you all very much. Just give me some more time to try to get my stuff under control, I promise I’ll respond, I’m just in the middle of a lot of stuff and I feel too overwhelmed to try to talk to people about it. I love you guys and all your caring, you are truly amazing. Stay safe and strong, my darlings 💚 and thank you for your patience

anonymous asked:

honestly i don't want to see her do serious relationship in 2017 either. I just love to see her stay single and happy and i like to ship her w/ the ppl around her lately.

Yeah, it’s nice to see how much more lively she is now that she’s not in a relationship, she’s acting like an actual 20 year old and seems so much more comfortable around others. I feel like I’ve been shipping and then fried-shipping (lol) her with everyone lately, too. Even though he’s way older I think her and G-Dragon would be a fun/interesting fling to see. And she could do all kinds of stunty BS with OBJ and Nike or ASAP Rocky and Dior… I’d like her to stunt it up for just the pettiness of it but I don’t see her just actually moving on so fast like nothing ever happened or mattered. Like maybe by the summer (May/June) but, again, maybe not until next year. I think if she keeps putting herself forward and just focusing on her friends and modeling for a few months she’ll be golden.

anonymous asked:

sometimes things will get a bit too much and itll be somethigg small such as hearing someone chewing or me not looking the way i want to and ill FREAK and ill just feel super distressed and sob without crying and want to punch things and just... feel really distressed because things arent going the way they were supposed to. is this what a meltdown is? if not, can you define one for me?

That definitely sounds like a meltdown to me! A meltdown is a flight or fight response that comes about when an autistic person becomes overwhelmed whether due to sensory things, emotions, changes in plans, or anything else. A meltdown can involve crying, screaming, hitting, kicking, thrashing, and more. 

-Sabrina

shadowthorne  asked:

Sorry for pestering you ^^; just wanted to sprinkle a little appreciation on you. Your art is so beautiful, even your sketches. And while I was never really against GrimmNel, your wonderful portrayal of the pairing has really rekindled my fondness for it. So... Yeah, just wanted to express my admiration and appreciation of the art you share with the internet

Noo you’d never pester me, thank you so much! Getting home to a message like this is the best feeling!

I’m glad you’re liking the Grimmnel too :D It’s really satisfying to know that even when it’s not someone’s main pairing, that they will still enjoy it. Thank you!

Originally posted by k-eke

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EB: i’m apparently really good at not freezing.

TG: its not my fault you lived up in jack frosts asshole

EB: haha ew.

EB: maybe you’re just being a total wimp because your tiny baby texan body can’t handle anything below forty degrees.

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Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff.

I’ve gone months without thinking about you. What I once used to feel is so far gone it doesn’t feel real anymore. All I have left is a letter you wrote to me on my birthday shoved in the back of my closet that I can’t seem to throw away, yet I still can’t stand to open and read it. But I think mostly, I have forgotten you and I stopped caring.

But then your name is mentioned on a night like tonight and it hits too close to home. All I can think of is how devastated I was and how I didn’t know it was possible to feel that much pain. How much I want to scream and break and ask you why you would do the things you did. But I continue to stare blankly. You broke my heart for the first time and I’ll always be cautious because of it. I know I’ll be fine tomorrow but tonight I’m broken again

—  sink-orr-swim, I’m still trying to forget that you broke my heart