bringing the party to you

knaifu-shoes-for-waifu-dues  asked:

I'm considering coming out to my parents as trans... like, FTM trans. But I'm terrified to do it... I don't want them to freak out or anything... do you have any tips to help me?

1. It’s ok to wait until you’re ready and you feel safe. There is no shame in waiting.

2. It’s good to be honest. If you hide the truth or gloss over it or whatever and you’re parents love it, you’ll never know if they love the real you. It’s best to be totally upfront and honest. That way, however your parents react you at least know you have integrity and they’re reacting to the real you. Knowing that will bring you some peace.

3. Have a party for you after you tell them. See some friends. Plan something in your life for after so that it will feel a lot like your life will go on and on and on (because it will).💛💛

Only Mine (Namjoon Smut)

Genre: smut

Words: 1.9k

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Namjoon had invited you to join him and the boys at a party. You were skeptical about going because you weren’t much of a party animal, but you came to realisation that you need a break from your studies and agreed. You wanted to look good to try and impress Namjoon, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a slight crush on him. After showering, you picked out your outfit: a short, tight maroon dress with a deep v cut with matching stilletos. Dropping your towel from your body, you slipped on a pair of lace panties, you never know what the party might bring. Pulling the dress onto your body, you admired your outfit in the body length mirror. The cut in the dress light showed off your breasts, accentuating their size and it’s short length showed off your legs. Satisfied with your look, you dried and curled your hair and applied makeup, finishing off the look with a deep red lipstick.

When time came for you to leave, you slipped on your stilettos and grabbed your clutch bag before locking up and catching a ride to the club. Standing in front of the club, you sighed before walking in slowly, looking around for someone you know. Soon you felt someone grabbing onto your waist from behind and you jump up slightly, turning around to see Jimin.

“Y/N, you’re here. You looked amazing,” Jimin said, looking you up and down, one hand resting on your hip and you were sure his eyes lingered at your breasts for a little longer than they should’ve. “Let me take you to the rest, you surely don’t know where you’re going, right?” You shook your head and Jimin grabbed onto your hand, pulling you in a different direction.

The pair of you finally find the rest of the boys and they’re all dumbfounded when they see you, mouths agape with wide eyes. 

“Y/N, is that really you? When did you grow up? I only remember the innocent, shy girl in jeans. You look wonderful,” Seokjin rambled. You thanked him and the rest of the boys that complimented you. You couldn’t help but notice Namjoon avoiding your gaze yet you couldn’t let it bother you for long because Taehyung and Jungkook were pulling you to the dance floor.

After a while, Hoseok turned up with drinks and the four of you were enjoying each other’s company with loud music blasting in your eyes, and alcohol rushing through your veins. You were slightly intoxicated when you were grinding against a guy on the dance floor, enjoying yourself your arms were up in the air and your ass was pressed against the guy’s thigh. You felt someone wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you aside. You were giggling to yourself in an intoxicated haze, not even realising who was taking you away from your dance partner until you were pinned against a wall and lips attached to your neck, making a moan slip past your lips.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” A rough voice whispered in your ear. You eyes snapped open wide when you realised who it was. Namjoon.

“W-what do you mean, Namjoon?” You asked, unsure of what he meant because you were just enjoying your time at a party.

“You know what I mean. Did you wear this dress just to wind me up? Did you grind on someone else than me to make me frustrated?”

“N-no. I thought you didn’t like what I was wearing because you avoided looking at me when we were stood with the rest of the members,”

“I avoided looking at you because if I looked I would’ve ravished you in front of them, but now that we’re alone..” His sentence trailed off and you felt a hand pulling your dress up. His hand moved to your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving lower to the crook of your knee and pulling it up so that your leg was at a ninety degree angle attached to his hip. “You look very sexy, Y/N,” Namjoon said momentarily, his lips moving back to your neck, sucking to leave marks.

You moaned when he found the sweet spot on your neck, you felt his ghostly smile against your neck and he continued sucking and biting a bit harder. One hand supported your leg and the other quickly slipped between your bodies to the front of your panties, two fingers resting on the clothed lips of your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet from just the minimal touch and the sound of his voice. His hand moved to the back of your panties and he pulled at them, the material disappearing between your ass cheeks and straining against your folds. Quickly his fingers slid forward to tease your slit through the thin material that was tightly hugging your pussy. He groaned when he felt your wetness, his erection hardening in the confines of his boxers and leather pants, pushing further against your thigh.

“Namjoon, we’re in public,” You whispered yelled, your hands holding fistfuls of his jacket and your forehead resting against his shoulder as you panted.

“It’s not like anyone cares, baby girl,” Namjoon’s fingers slipped past the thin lace and circled your clit slowly. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and the alcohol was wearing off which you were thankful for because you wanted to remember this night.

“Are you seriously just going to tease me like that?” You groaned when he picked up speed. After a while, he removed his fingers from your clit and moved it to your ass giving it a slap before getting ahold you your panties pulling them to the side to access your entrance. The cold air hit your wet, warm core and a shiver ran up your spine. One of Namjoon’s hands was still holding onto your knee and the other began to slowly slip into your heat. Your bodies were pressed together, your small hands tangling into Namjoon’s hair and his fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady speed.

One of your hands fell south to grab a handful of Namjoon’s clothed bulge, the other still tangled and pulling at his pink hair. His fingers were still moving inside of you and you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “Can we try and find somewhere more private?” Namjoon nodded, pulling his fingers out and fixing your dress before grabbing ahold of your hand leading you to a more secluded section of the club. You pushed Namjoon back onto one of the couches and dropped down to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching for the button of his pants, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Go ahead, kitten,” he lifted his hips to let you slide the leather pants down his toned legs along with his boxers. His cock stood straight at attention, hard and in need of a release. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping up and down a few times then you connected your lips with the pink tip of his cock. You gave his tip a few kitten-like licks before opening your mouth wide and wrapping your lips around his shaft, taking in as much as you possibly could. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, your hands resting on his thighs and your nose occasionally bumping into his pelvis. Namjoon threw his head back, groaning, his hand gathering your hair and slightly pulling when the sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock became too much. 

“I want you to swallow when I cum,” Namjoon ordered, harshly pulling at your hair. Tears pricked at your eyes when he pulled too hard, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to work your magic around his cock. Soon Namjoon was moaning aloud and you felt his cum in your mouth, you obeyed and swallowed all his load before pulling off. You chuckled when you saw the lipstick that had smudged off your lips and left small marks around Namjoon’s shaft. You stood up, pulled your dress up to uncover your ass and put it on full display to the man in front of you. He reached his hands forward and grabbed handfuls of your flesh, he kneaded your cheeks, the lace of your panties ghostly tickling his fingertips. He drew one hand back just to connect with your ass cheek again harshly, causing it to jiggle slightly. You couldn’t see what Namjoon was doing since you were facing away from him but your ass was almost right in his face. He moved forward and his lips met your right ass cheek, you moaned and his began sucking on the flesh, leaving burgundy marks which nicely contrasted against your pale skin.

Satisfied with his work, Namjoon moved his lips more to the centre so that he was in front of your pussy. You had bent over more so that he had more access and you felt the lace against your folds and a soft breeze making you shiver, but making you even more wet. Namjoon traced a finger along your entrance, soon hooking the side of your underwear moving it to the side. He pushed two fingers inside your walls, scissoring you to stretch you out.

“Come ride me, Princess,” he said after a while of stretching you out. You turned around and did as asked, spreading your legs to straddle his hips. You lined your entrance up with his hard cock and slowly lowered yourself down. You sat on his cock for a couple of minutes to let yourself adjust to his thickness, but you quickly began moving. Increasing in speed, your ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, your hands gripping at his shoulders for support and leverage. Namjoon rested one hand on your waist to guide you as you rode his cock, the other moved to the cut of your dress to push it aside to free your breasts. It was convenient that you didn’t wear a bra because your breasts felt trapped just under the thin material of your dress. You continued jumping on Namjoon’s cock and your breasts bounced up and down directly in front of his face. He grabbed ahold of one of your breasts and wrapped his lips around your nipple, slightly nibbling on it as if it was a treat making it hard and perky. He repeated the same thing on your other breast and also managed to suck hickeys onto them. You felt yourself clenching against Namjoon’s cock, making it harder for you to move up and down.

“Why are you so tight all of a sudden, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, playing with both your breasts and your speed of riding decreased.

“N-Namjoon, I’m going to cum!” You yelled, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. You were breathing heavily and soon your walls convulsed around his thick cock as you rode out your orgasm. Moments later Namjoon was releasing his second load inside of you. You fell forward, your head against Namjoon’s shoulder, panting.

Namjoon cleaned you both up after you were both able to move again. Once clean and dressed, he picked you up on his arms and made a beeline for the exit, in a hurry to get home so he could properly fuck you again in order to make sure that you were only his and would never dare grind against a random guy or wear such revealing clothing when there’s others besides him around. It was going to be an interesting night.

anonymous asked:

J-just woke up... Long story short... I-I d-don't think I'm gonna make it... Could I ask ya to bring my stuff down to the m-mailbox..? Thanks for everythin' Party... -UltraViolent

You’re gonna make it. Familiar voice in the waves. Don’t ya give up. Keep your boots tight and mask on.
I’m not lettin’ ya turn to dust.

P out

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.