at the end of the day be yourself

god the lyrics in Yang’s character short (song is called Ignite)

Hello there my enemy

Welcome to my punching spree

This is where I lay waste and you

Go home bleeding

Didn’t have to be this way

Should have stayed out of the fray

Now you’re heading for a beating

Didn’t mother warn you?

Now she’s gonna mourn you

Being damaged’s how you’ll end this day

You’re a big mess

Cuz I’m relentless

I gotta tell you I’m on fire today

Crash and burn

Some lessons are just hard to learn

Scathing eyes

That see things from only one side

Yet every misshapen spark

Suffers the judgement and pain

Fool you shouldn’t stare into these

Eyes of fire

You’re goin’ to regret

This little fight

You don’t want to mess with me I’m

Something higher

Anguish you’ll know for your miserable plight

Soon you’ll bemoan your mistake of a life

You’ll watch yourself suffer

You’ll watch me ignite

Night Flare

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Summary: BuckyxSick!Reader

A/N: This is my very first imagine. I’m not sure if it’s too long winded or not, but I hope I’ve done okay.

Word Count: 1372

Warnings: Pain, generally feeling sorry for yourself.

You groaned as you opened your eyes and flailed your hand around, looking for your phone so you could see the time. You sighed as you realised it was only 1 am.

You’d been feeling horrible all day, and ended up going to bed early, hoping that you would be able to ward off a fibro flare by getting enough sleep. It rarely worked, but you could hope.

You slowly managed to get yourself into a sitting position, leaning tiredly against your pillows. For now, it was all you could manage. You thought about putting the tv on but decided the light would just hurt your eyes, so you just sat there in the dark feeling sorry for yourself.

It was only in these moments, when you were alone, usually in the middle night when you were sure everyone was asleep that you let yourself truly sulk and pity yourself for your chronic illnesses, preferring to keep a cheery demeanour in front of other people.

You’d been sat there for about an hour before you realised that you needed to use the bathroom and upon trying to shift so you could slide out of bed you realised that you hurt too much to move. The small shift left you gasping and clenching your eyes shut with a hiss. It was now that you let your tears start falling down your cheeks. Your embarrassment at the fact that you knew there was a possibility that you couldn’t make it to the bathroom and that you may have an accident.

It was times like this that you wished you didn’t live in the Avengers Tower. Knowing that no matter what you did to hide things like this, F.R.I.D.A.Y would always know, even though the AI was unlikely to tell anyone, it still bothered and embarrassed you to know that it wouldn’t just be your secret.

You weren’t an Avenger. You couldn’t be with your illnesses, plus you had no super powers or skills. You were just an assistant to the team. Your duties weren’t as full on as Peppers had been.

Your job involved making sure the team knew about any meetings, making sure the fridge was stocked. Helping Steve and Bucky with modern day tech and living. You also ran general errands such as picking up dry cleaning etc. It was basically whatever they needed, though thankfully Tony had his own personal assistant, you would never have been able to keep up with his demands.

You’d only moved into the tower after your landlord sold his apartment building and the new owners wanted to turn it into some fancy hotel, Tony had instantly offered you a room at the tower and you’d accepted, refusing the opportunity being able to live rent free while you saved for a place of your own would have been stupid.

You were pulled from your thoughts by another wave of pain, making you cry out. You did your best to breath through it and let it pass, your body starting to feel sticky with the sweat that comes with extreme pain.

A couple of minutes later you heard a knock at your door. You decided to keep quiet and pretend you were still asleep, not wanting anyone to see you in this state. You thought you’d been successful until a minute or so later you heard the door open and a quiet voice told you that you hadn’t been.

“Doll? I know you’re awake, the computer told me. Are you okay?”

You sighed, knowing that there was no point pretending any longer, Bucky wouldn’t fall for it. “I’m awake…”  A few seconds later he was at your side, crouching next to your bed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, while turning on the light. You hissed in pain again, closing your eyes to shield you from the brightness. Immediately Bucky asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to dim the lights enough so he could see but left it at a comfortable level of darkness for you. His face showing his worry at the sight of you crying and sweating in obvious pain.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore and let the tears fall. “Everything hurts, I need the bathroom and I can’t move.” you took a deep breath as another wave hit, crying out again. Bucky was instantly on his feet, brushing the hair away from your sticky face before carefully moving your duvet and sliding his arms under you to gently pick you up.

You looked up at him in shock and he gave you a gentle smile. “Can you manage on your own if I get you into the bathroom, or will you need help?”  You let your head rest against his shoulder while you took a second to think. “I think I can manage on my own if you get me to the toilet.” You were blushing with embarrassment at this point, but Bucky pretended not to notice. “Alright Doll, just call me when you’re done” He carefully deposited you on the toilet and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. You managed to use the toilet and wash your hands by leaning over and remaining sitting. You had to wait for a moment before you were able to make yourself decent and call for Bucky to help you back to the bed. He picked you up just as gently and when you got back into the bedroom, you realised that he’d changed your sheets and put more pillows on the bed so that you could be more comfortable.

He carefully lowered you onto the bed, then left the room. You assumed he was going back to bed, and were surprised when he returned a little while later with some water, some of your cold gel packs from the freezer and some Tramadol. Your surprise and confusion must have showed on his face because he chuckled softly before speaking.

“You honestly didn’t think that none of us had researched what to do to help you did you?”

You shook your head, in all honesty you DIDN’T think that they had. You always did your best to hide your pain and keep going, staying cheerful so that you didn’t worry the team. They already had to worry about saving the world regularly, you didn’t want to add to their load.

“Doll, y/n, look at me” he ordered softly when you looked down in shame. He carefully sat on the side of your bed and placed the tray he’d been carrying on your bedside table.

You reluctantly looked up, though shame was still written all over your face. “You have nothing to be ashamed about. We know you have Fibromyalgia, we also know that you push yourself too hard sometimes. I know you’re here to help us, but you gotta let us help you, too, sweetheart.” he smiled at you and then picked up the glass of water and two tablets, handing them to you. You placed the tablets in your mouth and took hold of the glass unsteadily. Bucky just helped you get it to your mouth so you could drink and then placed it back on the stand when you were done. He applied the gel packs where you directed him, then surprised you once more when he sat on the other side of your bed, brushing your hair out of your face again and placing a soft kiss to your temple. “Try to get some sleep, doll. I’ll be here if you need me.”

You smiled shyly and leant against him, taking comfort in him gently stroking your hair and occasionally adjusting your gel packs. You let your eyes fall closed and slowly drifted off back to sleep once the pain killers kicked in and brought your pain down to a more manageable level. The last thing you felt and heard was another soft kiss to your forehead this time and a whispered “I’ll always be here to take care of you when you need it, Doll.”

Swim team practice this morning is not a practice I would usually like. Today’s practice was Legs. Since I don’t have such healthy strong legs, it’s always a challenge. I’m trying to use this motto “Practice the things you hate” so I can get better. So I went in and the swim was pretty good even though it was based around legs. Got about 2450 total yards in. At the end of practice Coach Molly had us do a new “random drill”, which was kicking holding onto the wall the pushing yourself backwards, then swimming towards the wall doing a flip turn off the wall, then swimming back it to do a flip in the open water and then swimming back. Pretty fun drill. We did this several times and during this I said you should video tape this which Coach was all over… So I wanted to share! Great workout and great way to start my Wednesday! Happy Day Tumblrs!

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

The chill-est day all week, and it ends on an uneasy note. Probably some off-balance feelings due to the impending New Moon? We want everything to run smoothly, and be on a nice even keel - how far we’re willing to go, how much we’re willing to give up, to ensure the balance and harmony, should be very carefully considered. We may not want “peace at any price” all that much. Stand up for yourself!

What’s happening when:

  • Moon in Libra (all day)
  • Mercury/Scorpio conjunct Jupiter/Scorpio, 2:54 am MDT

Looking ahead to Thursday:  what do you mean, it isn’t all about me??

(Please note that MDT is six hours behind UTC.)

anonymous asked:

I think I might have to quit for the day. I just can't do it. My blood pressure went a little down. Good luck with this event. I hope you get something out of this. I might try again tomorrow, or hopefully I feel better later on to try again.

Take care of yourself anon!! It’s just a game so don’t play if it’s causing you physical or mental harm. If you need to, take a break until the event ends.

Please take care of yourself. Your health comes before anything else. I sincerely hope you feel better soon.

Sending calm and positive thoughts and vibes your way ❤

Chanyeol: Lay Hyung~~~~~ Though we weren’t able to be together much this year, but you know i still love you right?? Love you ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Happy birthday!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

Lay: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You are going to upload this on instagram again aren’t you ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I really love you. It’s a pity that i didn’t manage to see you because you were too busy, kkaebiru~ (t/n: fans are speculating that ‘kkaebiru’ is evolved from ‘kkaebsong’ and ‘kkaebi’)

171008 real__pcy: 사랑하는 레이형!! 오늘 해외에서 돌아와서 정신이 없어서 까먹어버렸지만..생일 축하해요!! 올해는 정말 얼굴보기 힘들었지만 그래도 많이많이 생각하는거 알지??? 중국에서도 건강하고 얼른 자주 봐요♥️ 

Beloved Lay Hyung!! I just got back from overseas today and was absentminded so i forgot about this but still… Happy Birthday!! It was hard for us to meet face to face this year, but you know that i think about you a lot right??? Take care of your health in China and let’s meet frequently soon ♥️


October 10 is World Mental Health Day, so let’s talk about how we can end the stigma surrounding mental health 🌱


Start a dialogue about your own experiences
💖 Mental Health is still stigmatized and that can make it difficult to talk about openly, but the more we talk, the more we help to normalize the discussion. But it’s not just about helping the world see Mental Health differently, but about your perception too; talking about your problems can help you work through them, and see them in a more realistic light, and it helps the people around you understand your needs.

Challenge incorrect information
💖 If you see someone spreading incorrect information about mental health, be brave and step in. Remind people that mental illnesses are disorders of the brain, and are usually due to chemical imbalances, in the same way that disorders of other organs might be due to a vitamin deficiency, or the body not being able to produce the right amount of hormones.

Ask others about their experiences
💖 Encourage others to talk about their own mental health issues, if they feel comfortable doing so.  


Provide a judgement-free environment
💖 Sometimes people just need to vent, rather than have a discussion, and as well-meaning as you might be you need to respect that. Ask if they’d like to discuss their issues or if they’d just like to vent and be given a sympathetic shoulder to lean on. Mental Illness can make us hyper sensitive to perceived criticism, and feel unable to open up. Create a judgement-free environment by giving them your full attention, and by allowing people to talk at their own pace, without interruption.

Ask what they need, don’t assume
💖 What we need and what someone else needs might be two different things, so ask and listen to what someone says when they talk about their needs. It might be tempting to think “they’re just being lazy” or “if I give them a push they’ll get there eventually”, but respecting their wishes is not just about whether or not they know best. Ask them if they need their boundaries pushed, or if today is a good day to try. There will be days where they are more open to pushing their boundaries. If you force them too early you may deter them from trying again, and it may hurt their trust in you.  


Check in
💖 Now’s a good time to check up on the people around you. Don’t just say hello, ask how they are feeling; specifically how they feel mental-health wise. It becomes a habit to say “I’m fine”, even when you’re not, and mental illness makes it harder to be forthcoming with how we feel. Give them the option to say “well, now that you mention it…” instead of the usual small talk.

Check up
💖 Have you been ignoring your own mental health needs? Procrastinating on getting proper professional help? Now’s a good time to make an appointment with your GP for a check up!

Check yourself
💖 Even the most open-minded of us need to keep our own privilege and bias in-check. If you hear someone talk about an issue or symptom they face that you think might be exaggerated, made-up, or their own fault, consider that your own bias, privilege, or lack of understanding may be clouding your judgement. Everyone’s experiences are different, so try to remember not to compare. Have a judgement-free discussion, give advice or offer alternatives, but in the end: trust THEIR judgement of THEIR situation.


You worked with Tupac Shakur a few years after that on Gridlock’d.What was your impression of him?

Tim Roth: I adored him. I initially didn’t want him for the role – it just shows my white ignorance. I was just this pasty-faced London boy who didn’t know who he was, despite the fact that he’d gone double platinum by that point, I think. But what happened was, I was attached to the project and we had another actor who was interested in the role, then backed out at the last minute. So we suddenly found ourselves without a second lead. Tupac’s name came up – “He’s a rapper, he’s a really interesting guy and he’s really up for doing this” – and I just said, “Can you get me an actual actor, for fuck’s sake? Please?” I had no idea he was an actor before he was a musician, that he’d gone to the Fame school in Baltimore, none of that.

While this was going on and they were looking for someone else, I got nominated for Rob Roy. And during one of those silly party things you have to go to while it’s Oscar season, Quincy Jones came up to me and said, “Hey, Tupac, you should really give him a chance.” And it’s like, Aw, fuck, okay. Quincy is vouching for him. Let’s set up a meeting.

So the director Vonde [Curtis-Hall] and I are sitting in this restaurant I used to go to, waiting to meet him, and in comes a security team. sweeps the place and then they go out. Then a group of women enter; they go and sit at this table in the corner. And then in comes ‘Pac, who sits down, politely says, “Hi, how are you?” At which point, he proceeded to totally lay out the character. He had it down. And I’m just thinking, This guy is fucking amazing! I want to work with this guy! What do we need to do to get him in the movie? Meanwhile, Vonde is sitting there with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, just going “I told you so…”.

I had two issues with him. One was the fact that he was writing, he was directing and starring in music videos and recording an album. He’d show up on set exhausted, and I just told him, I need you for five weeks. Let’s make this together, concentrate on this and then you can back to doing the other things. Which he did, and he was really cool about it.

The other thing was guns. We were sitting on the back of a truck, waiting to do a scene in Downtown L.A., and I said to him, “What’s with all the guns, why is there all this drama, what have you got yourself into?” And he very calmly explained to me the world he was living in at that moment, then said, “I think there’s a bullet out there with my name on it, man.” He and I were supposed to hang out the day after he ended up getting shot; we were really excited because he was coming back to L.A. and I really missed him a lot. The joke was that he had to re-record some dialogue for the film, and since I’d already been in the Death Row Studios with him and we’d recorded stuff, it was like, “Okay, 'Pac, you’re in my territory now!” And then, you know, we got the word he was in the hospital, and then a few days after that, he had died. I still miss him.

When it’s over let it be over. Let it hurt. Let it make you cry.

Fighting it hurts more than anything else, so let yourself wallow in sadness for a couple days, or a week, or three. Let it be over but let it end and then accept it. You’ll find better, you are better.

It’s amazing how we reached 100 million views for DNA as soon as BTS countdown ended and 9 million followers on Twitter, thus marking the end of their promotions. Love Yourself HER made a new record of more than 1.2M copies sold, something that wasn’t achieved since 2001 (knowing that ‘HER’ is a mini album!!!). It’s also Jimin’s birthday. What a blessed day! We hit so many records in these past 24 days and both BTS and ARMY worked so hard. We are so thankful everything went smoothly with no injuries or problems. One more successful comeback added to the list! Let’s walk the ‘flower path’

LIBRA: Occasionally you have to fake it until you make it. I know that this is a cliche you’ve heard many times before, but have you ever actually tried it? Cliches don’t become ‘cliche’ unless a lot of people believe in what they’re implying. Feel free to test this, even if it’s just for a day or two. Pretend that you’re in the right career, pretend that you haven’t been sad at all for the last few weeks, pretend that you’re powerful and comfortable and know exactly who you are. Sometimes a little confidence, even if it begins as a front, is the final piece to the puzzle.

SCORPIO: You’ve had chains wrapped around your ankles for so long now that you hardly ever notice their weight anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful that you’ve found a way to cope with the things that try to drag you down. But it seems like you’ve become so complacent in this state of being that you’ve given up on escape. Like you’re an audience member to your own existence. But you aren’t, even though life comes at you so viciously sometimes. You are in charge of your body, and in charge of what you do with it. Now use it.

SAGITTARIUS: There’s always something about the early days of autumn that make you feel as though anything is possible, and this year you should take advantage of that. Now is not the time to play it safe or rein in your grand ideas: now is the time to give them life. You’ve become an expert at putting things on hold for circumstances that are outside of your control and putting an end to that is overdue. The world isn’t always going to give you a green light to move on, sometimes you have to build it yourself. Sometimes you just have to go for it.

CAPRICORN: The world is already cruel enough without adding your own self-doubt into the mix. I think it’s time that you start being kinder to yourself. You’ve been through so much, after all; nobody is expecting you to be perfect or be immune to making mistakes. Take some time to reward yourself for the positive things you’ve accomplished. Buy that coffee, watch that movie, put your feet up and relax. You are so good at making the people around you feel content, apply that talent to your own life.

AQUARIUS: There’s been so much in front of you lately, both positive and negative, that you’ve been letting everything behind you fade into the background. And while moving forward is necessary in order to survive, the things you’ve already experienced are learned lessons that you shouldn’t forget so easily. Do you remember the last thing you cried over? Do you remember why it made you so sad? Now, put that feeling in a bubble and don’t let yourself make the same choices that led you to that feeling. Your past matters, but it will never own you. There’s a difference.

PISCES: Life can be pretty overwhelming sometimes, can’t it? You aren’t overreacting if lately you’ve felt as though the planet has been taking a toll on you. Just remember, it’s good that you’re busy and that you’re involved with what’s going on around you. There was a time when a past version of yourself wouldn’t have dared to lay their heart out as boldly as you do now, and your progress is cause for celebration. Take everything one day at a time, if it’s getting to be too much. Breathe. Take breaks when needed. Persevere.

ARIES: Everything in your life feels like a big quilt of sorts, every event and person and memory connected to another by a few threads and some time. Lately you’ve found yourself wondering about what the significance of all of that is. But maybe the meaning isn’t within the connections themselves, but in the person that’s tied them all together. You have created a vast network of friends and feelings and you’ve brought positivity and good vibes to every link in this chain of relationships. These interconnected moments all call your heart home. Embrace their warmth.

TAURUS: So, you’re still attached to a lot of things that you thought you’d be disconnected from by now. There are still regrets and past lovers and half finished letters stuffed underneath your mattress and you’ve accepted that this is how it is. You’ve grown resigned to the fact that some things are impossible to move on from. But I’m here to tell you that nothing can keep you in its grasp unless part of you is letting it. If you own a pair of scissors, why aren’t you using them to cut the strings that are tied around you? What possible reason is there to keep suffering?

GEMINI: It’s easy to look in a mirror and point out the parts of yourself that make building relationships difficult. You find yourself constantly having to relearn how to touch people without hurting them or yourself in the process. It isn’t your fault that you’ve tried to give affection to people that are unworthy of it, it’s their fault for fooling you into thinking they deserved what you were providing. Just because this hasn’t been working out for you lately, doesn’t mean that it won’t ever. You are lovable even when nobody is loving you.

CANCER: Enjoying your accomplishments without thinking about the people that should be there celebrating with you is something that you still struggle with from time to time. It’s okay to be sad that there are certain moments you’ll never be able to share with those that would’ve understood your happiness; it isn’t fair that you’ve had to mourn so many missed opportunities. But don’t let what’s absent diminish your successes or make you feel as though you aren’t allowed to be proud of yourself. You’re thriving despite all of that negative space and it’s beautiful.

LEO: Nothing comes as a surprise to you anymore, but despite that you still find yourself stuck with unrealistic expectations at the end of the day. Either you know that you deserve better and you don’t want to admit it, or you’ve become so comfortable with being disappointed that you’re scared of being anything but. Maybe it’s a little bit of both. Maybe you know what you want and you know that you shouldn’t want it so you’re self-sabotaging any chance you’re given at obtaining happiness. I think that something inside of you knows the answers to these maybe’s. Let it out.

VIRGO: Self-preservation is an art form you’ve become incredibly dedicated to depicting. If your heart were a gallery, there’d be sculptures of brick walls lurking around every corner and self portraits donned with armor cluttering up the walls. There’s nothing wrong with putting yourself first, in fact I would encourage you to always do so. But be careful; there’s a fine line between prioritizing yourself over others and knowingly hurting others in the quest to better yourself. You have to find a balance between the two.


♡ bts as boyfriends  [ jungkook ]

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

- pairing: jungkook x reader

- warnings: fluff with a bit of smut which has been made clear, please skip past if this makes u uncomfortable!

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anonymous asked:

honestly I like concept Mercy better too but it is sorta tiring to see people shit on Angela, I wish people were capable of liking two things at once instead of feeling compelled to bash one just because you like the other more, memes aside I've seen some really rude shit being said to people over this and it's dumb. I'm tired. You're probably not the best person to send this to but whatever I have typed too much to turn back now sorry have a nice day

i’m gonna level with you here. im gonna be real with you. i SUPER don’t care

like, everyone’s acting like people are humiliating a real person. here’s the thing: mercy is literally…. fictional. not real. she’s not a real person getting her feelings hurt because someone says they don’t like her. she doesn’t exist.

i get the impression with people getting personally offended like this that like.. mercy’s the character you project yourself onto, so insults to her feel like an insult to you personally or something.

it’s not the end of the world that some stranger on the internet doesn’t like your favorite character mate. it’s not that deep

Let Me Show You

Author’s Note: I don’t where this came from but I’ve had this scenario in my head for days and I just had to write it. Sorry if there are any typos. I just wrote this on my phone in fit of passion. Also, I just started watching Hemlock grove so idk if I captured Roman’s character as well as I wanted, but oh well. Forgive me.

Rating: mature

Warnings: smut for smut’s sake

You were frustrated. You weren’t even convinced the word “frustrated” really encompassed the rage you felt towards yourself at this particular moment. It’s been awhile since your hands were able to get you off the way they used to. Recently, every time you were in the mood and you let your fingers slip down to your most sensitive spots, you would end up completely unsatisfied. No amount of flicks, tugs, or circular motions were enough to get you to the peek that you were desperately aching for. So it’s not even a surprise that you find yourself, once again, on your back and on the verge of tears.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and you had the house completely to yourself. You thought that today would finally be the day you could reach that sweet high you’ve been craving. There was nothing pressing on your mind, no distractions, but after two hours of scrolling through endless porn videos and conjuring up every fantasy you ever had, it was still utterly pointless. So as you lay completely bare on your bed, throwing a tantrum, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts by the doorbell. So with a huff, you pull yourself together enough to drag yourself to your front door.

And there he was.

The human embodiment of the sexual frustrations that have been pent up inside you in the form of a 6’4 man with the face sculpted by the gods themselves.

“What do you want Roman?” You say completely irritated. He was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now, especially now that the unstoppable throbbing between your legs somehow intensified even more since you left your room.

“Well, someone’s clearly happy to see me.” Roman teased, the corner of his full lips tugged into the infamous smirk that made every female within a ten-mile radius swoon. He pushed past you, and into your living room. The smell of his expensive designer cologne filled your lungs causing your eyes to drop for a second before looking back at him. He was completely unaware of the effect he had on you, but he could tell there was something off about you. Your breathing was heavier than usual and you were wearing a silk robe in the middle of the afternoon.

“So, what were you up to before I got here?” Roman asked as he circled mindlessly around the couch. Any other time you would be completely thrilled that he had come to you to spend his free time. But today was not one of those days. “Look Roman if you just want to shoot the shit, we do that another time. I’m busy,” you said bluntly. Roman spun around on his heels. He wasn’t used to you acting so unwelcoming, usually, you were the first person he could go to if he just needed someone to listen to him. He stepped up to you, so close his chest was almost next to yours. He took one of his long fingers and grazed it gracefully across your cheek. His big green eyes looking down at you, as if he’s never truly looked at you before.

“You know you can tell me anything. I’ve trusted you with more than anyone should. Let me be here for you.” He whispered quietly. You never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Roman was here for you, willing to be your confidant, and the only reason you kept barking at him was because you couldn’t get yourself off.

“Roman, please. I can’t talk to you about this” you told him, backing away from him. However, he was able to grab onto your arm and bring you back into his space. Once again locking eyes. “I said anything,” he repeated slowly. Not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze, you looked down and whispered something he wasn’t able to catch. He leaned down, his ear now closer to your lips. “Come again?”

“God Damn it, Roman! I can’t get myself off, ok!” You yell at him. He shakes his head and you notice that he’s chuckling. “Are you laughing at me? See this is why I shouldn’t tell you shit. Everything’s a joke to yo-“ you were cut off by a swift movement. Before you were able to follow him, Roman has your back pushed against his chest and he begins kissing your temple. “Let me show you” he whispered. “I can help.” He pushed your hair away from your neck, tracing the length of it with his fingers. “Please?” He begged. Having little self-restraint, and feeling tired of losing the endless battle with your body, you willingly accept his offers.

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. Once there he kisses your hand before promising to return. You start pacing as you wait, wondering if this was a terrible idea and if an orgasm was really worth sacrificing your friendship over. But when he comes back to your room, carrying the full-length mirror from the bathroom, you were intrigued. He gently places it in front of your bed.

“Come here,” he says softly. You did as he asks and drags his hand from your collarbone and up your neck, forcing you to look up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft that you could feel yourself melting in his arms. You feel his other hand move down to the tie of your robe, undoing it swiftly, and letting the silky black material fall off your body. He breaks the kiss the look down at you before looking back up at you through his thick lashes.

“A body like yours should never go unsatisfied.” His compliment made your heart race and you were more eager than ever to get his hands on you. You wasted no time pushing off his blazer and untucking his white v neck from his slacks. You loved the way he dressed. He was the perfect combination of sexy, classy and dangerous. But as of right now, all you wanted was to see these designer clothes littered across your hardwood floors. Once he was completely bare, he took the time to take off his newest watch, an investment you couldn’t even imagine making.

“Don’t want to get this wet.” He explained, placing the piece with his ring on the dresser. Then turned back to face her. And you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sight. He was flawless. Every part of him was better than the fantasies you created in your head. “I want you, Roman. God, I want you.” You confessed. You started kissing down the smooth planes of his chest, lowering yourself with every peck. But before you could reach the place you wanted to go the most, Roman stopped you.

“I’m here for you.” He reminded you. Taking your hand and led you down to the floor. He moved your bodies so that his back was against the end of the bed, and your back was placed against his chest. He shifted beneath you slipping his long legs beneath yours and opened your legs. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you were displayed perfectly for him.

“I want you to watch me. You need to learn how to take care of this pretty little pussy of yours” he whispered into your ears. His fingers traced the outline of your lips and you let the long digits slipped through. “There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers and brought them down your nipple. Circling around it so lightly, it almost tickled before roughly pulling on it, cause you to let out a gasp. He smiled at you through the reflection before continuing his ministrations. He lazily moved downwards until he got to where you really needed him. You were rolling your hips against him, not being able to sit still with his teasing. His fingers dragged slowly up from your wet opening to your clit. Then he starts circling around it at a slow and rhythmic pace.

“You like that?” He asked. He got his answer in the form of a soft moan. You reached behind you so you can grab his chocolate locks. Roman start nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear quite easily. He slid his other hand away from your nipple and down to your opening. Slipping two of his long and skillful fingers inside you. You had heard the rumors of the magical Roman fingers. But when he curved them to hit your spot so perfectly you almost screamed, you realized they were true.

“Look at yourself. You needed this didn’t you? You’re soaked.” You looked at yourself and you got the first glimpse of what he was capable of. Your whole body was on fire and your heaving chest and erect nipples were showing it. “I’m so close Roman. Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding yourself harder against his length and his fingers. His legs kept you opened for him as both his hands worked tirelessly to get you off.

“Come on baby. Let it go for me, I know you can.” He encouraged. You reached the hand that wasn’t pulling at his hair to squeeze your own nipple. And with a few more seconds of stimulation your back arched away from his chest as your realase finally came. “Roman!” you screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your whole body started convulsing. Roman’s hand slipped out of you and held you to his chest as his fingers kept circling around your clit, helping your release last as long as possible.

When your body finally stopped shaking, you slumped against his chest. You were completely spent. All those weeks of pent frustrations were finally gone and you never felt more relaxed. You turned back to look at Roman, his beautiful green eyes were completely blown.

“Do you want me to…” you trailed off. He shook his head and embarrassingly looked down at himself. “I already did.” You turned around to see he was right. The evidence was coated aross his chest and your back. You giggled a little. “The great sex god, Roman Godfrey, just came from having a girl grind on him?” You said teasingly. He lifted himself off the floor, shaking his head defensively. “You don’t get it. Watching a girl cum for you is just as sexy as getting blown. Especially if the girl is as gorgeous as you are.”

You made your way to your bed and by the time you got comfortable, Roman was back with a warm towel. Once you two were cleaned up, you guys made yourself comfortable on the bed. And with your head on chest and his hands in your hair, you let a “thank you” slip from your lips. You were so tired, you’re sure you imagined him saying “I’d do anything for you”.