I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame….because we’ve loved each other… But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
Every morning we have the chance to to start a new life.
If sleep is akin to death, then waking up is reincarnation. Are you going to drift into today a ghost of your former self? Or will you allow yourself to be reborn?
theme: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax ;)
requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life
type: smut, angst
word count: 2580
‘When are you coming home?’
’I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’
You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.
though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed
with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being
intimate as much as before. (Idk im not good at English)
You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you
were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.
you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good
idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.
After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.
’Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?’
He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.
‘I wish you were here..’
You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.
Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.
You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.
“Namjo-“you started purring.
Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be
home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I
can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance
our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“
And then he hung up.
He hung up on you.
And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.
hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about
everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still
wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.
Not even now.
So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.
Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.
You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.
He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.
You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.
He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.
Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.
”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“
He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.
You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.
He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.
“I just wanted to say sorry-”
“And you couldn’t do that over text?"he snapped at you.
didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to
say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.
Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need
to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very
stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“
Seeing the look on my face he continued. "I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”
You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.
Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.
You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.
“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”
You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.
You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.
sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever."he said
motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then
turned back to his work, ignoring you again.
And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.
passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along
with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.
Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through
his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really
Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.
Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.
You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.
to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously
trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.
But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.
Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.
second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for
his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a
He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.
You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.
He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?
to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose,
the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip
He just ignored them all.
Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair
scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic
featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with
a bit of cleavage.
You hit send.
The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.
This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.
’You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’
As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.
noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even
see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking
for any new messages.
He was getting the point of the game.
You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.
He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.
You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.
The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.
Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.
You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.
You knew that the only thought in his mind now was 'she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.
For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.
You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.
And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.
After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.
’Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’
felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were
literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing
His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it
he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and
turned around in his chair facing you finally.
You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.
You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.
"Take everything off."he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.
You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.
"No. Do it slow."he said lowly, biting his lip.
You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.
"Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.
He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”
You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.
His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.
You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t
around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.
“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.
"Are you close baby?"he asked.
“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”
You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.
He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”
Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.
You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.
“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.
licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the
precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You
felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips
touching his lower stomach.
He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”
You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.
“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.
sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you
could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.
It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.
"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.
As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.
“Open wide and stand still baby.”
Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.
“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.
As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.
“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”
He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.
He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.
But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.
Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.
“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”
You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.
You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.
“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.
And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.
"Ahhh, baby you did good.”
You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.
“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.
His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”
You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.
“Hey.” he said suddenly.
You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.
But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.
“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”
And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.
A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)
okay but like imagine dan basically alone in the office (arin’s off doin some arin-like shit) and his eye catches that massive fucking dildo and he’s never like, really seen one so up close? he’s been in many a sex shop but he definitely didn’t stop to check out the rows of fucking dildos, and he’d had a few girlfriends who had them but he also hadn’t examined those because that’s just weird, right? but now he has a giant fucking dildo that’s got to be at least ten inches long in front of him and despite it being pitch black, it’s still super fucking realistic looking, with veins and the ridge of the cockhead and everything, and dan is kind of fascinated??
obviously he’s seen a dick before—he has one, and he went to high school and changed in locker rooms but he’s never had a penis (or at least, a very realistic model of a penis) this close to his face before. he’s surprised that he’s not weirded out by it, surprised that mostly he’s just curious. he’s been curious about the ass play thing since arin talked about it, and like, in no fucking way could he ever fit this thing in his ass but he wonders what that would feel like.
obviously there’s something to it, since he’s heard from many a person that anal sex is fucking awesome whether you’re doing it by yourself or with someone else. hes honestly been thinking about asking arin how he would go about trying that out since he’s afraid of what he’d find on the internet.
and then arin fuckin barges in and dan spasms and the giant shlong hits the ground and dan can feel himself turning bright fucking pink in embarrassment, and arin looks up from the dong on the floor to dan’s flustered face with this fucking smirk on lips and dan kind of wants to smack it off of him and also kind of wants to kiss it off of him? and wow that’s kind of new
and arin asks what dan was doing like a coy bastard and dan stammers out that he was just looking at it and arin teases him a bit, needling him lightly until dan, in all his flustered glory, admits that he’s curious about it. which, obviously, is just what arin wanted.
he leans in close and puts his hand on dan’s thigh and he can hear dan swallow the lump in his throat and he says “i could help you out with that” and he’s expecting dan to deflect like he always does and bat him away, but instead he stammers out “o-okay” leaving them both flabbergasted but it quickly melts away when they realize neither of them are joking, and dan anxiously agrees to have arin come over and help him sate some of that curiosity
p.s.: he’s not curious anymore and he understands the love of the prostate now
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
Sometimes you don’t need a spiral
You don’t need a crystal
All you need is this
There instantly this fixation on it
You don’t want to look away
You want to keep looking
Looking at it as it
With each flash you relax
Focus more on it
Let go and drift
With each *Flash* you drop
You drop deep
Deeper and deeper
You let go
You give in
Give in to the *Flash*
Your thoughts vanish
Your worries fading
Your cares disappear
Just my words
Leaving you empty
Leaving you mindless
Leaving you open
As you drop
All the way down
*Flash and drop*
All the way down
Just my words
The flashing light
Taking you under
Taking you deep
All the way down
Once all you can think of
All you know are my words
My words and the flashing light
You simply reblog
Reblog and type
Once you do that you drop deeper
All the way down
All the way down
And you give in completely
To my words
Deeper and deeper
In a moment I will count to 3
When I reach 3
You will be fully awake
Happy and relaxed
Remembering what we did
My words and the
Loving it and looking forward to more trances
Starting to wake up
Happy and relaxed
Remembering what we did
Loving my words and the *Flash*
Looking forward to more trances
Y/n has been away for so long. I feel like whenever I am working or away she is off and sitting at home but whenever she has work or has to fly somewhere I am always home alone. I just miss her a lot and feel like we both haven’t had a proper time to really be with each other in months. Ever since y/n’s modeling job really got going and she got more important roles we really haven’t seen each other.
I’ve been trying to contact her but every time we do reach each other she is always busy working and can’t talk. I just want her back home and back in my arms where she truly belongs. We have been together for so long almost 3 years and most of it we were seeing each other till 6 months ago she starting to do some modeling for teen vogue and ever seen then she as been everywhere modeling with so many different companies.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,982 Requested by: @sw-eat-ing (Sorry this took me so long, I hope it lives up to your expectations!) AN: I need Stiles Stilinski lax porn forever ok?
You wiped the sweat off your brow as you ran, you feet pounding the pavement in a steady rhythm. You were out of shape, a semester off of the track team had left you a little soft. You were pushing yourself to get back to normal, already on the 6th lap around the track. Your muscles ached and burned but you kept going, your eyes drifting longingly to the bench with your things on it.
Your brow furrowed as you tried to focus on your breathing, your ponytail swinging behind you as you kept your steady pace. You heard yelling and turned your head to watch the lacrosse team practicing on the field. Your eyes searched for the jersey number you wanted to see, spying number 24 sitting on the bench on the sidelines looking thoroughly bored. You were surprised to see him watching you, and you blushed, smiling shyly. He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in your direction.
It had been Y/N’s idea. Granted she was drunk when she first said it, but then she brought it up a few days later. At first I thought she was kidding, I laughed it off until I watched her face scrunch up in confusion realizing she was serious.
I never expected Y/N to be the type of girl that wanted to make a sex tape and I never expected me to be the type of person to make one.
AU: EXO is a local hardcore metal band. They’re the typical teenaged punks that insist on their screamo music being called “metal” and for it to be taken seriously.
Genre: slight angst
A/N: Like several of my series, this was written years ago for a different fandom, and I really wanted to continue it but didn’t have the chance. i tried to change the pov from first person to second person
Was going through the Drift tag on tumblr and liking beautiful pieces of art to look at in my likes later. I kept thinking, "Wow, these people have very similar art styles." Only just realized it was all your art... I'm SO sorry for spamming your activity feed. ;-;
Oh no! It’s absolutely no problem at all! ❤️ I’m glad to hear you like them all!
It’s something Coran has learned, something that his grandfather used to teach him when he was young. He’d carry Coran on his shoulders as he walked through the streets of Altea, telling him the stories of things that had come and gone.
You cannot count— you cannot measure.
Coran clasps his hands behind his back and paces. Forwards, back. Forwards, back. One foot in front of the other, step, step, turn.
There’s a crease in his clothing; Coran uses a hand to smooth it out and catches sight of his glove, stained a dark brown.
Forwards, back. One foot—
The floor is burnt in places, scorched by fire. Coran clenches his shaking hands into fists.
Forwards, back. Forwards, back. One foot in front of the other, step, step, step, turn, turn, one foot—
He stops. The silence that follows – the absence of his footsteps – is jarring.
“Alright, then, Coran, old boy,” he says out loud, the same way his grandfather used to. “Breathe now. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Count to five now. It’s alright— smile for me, yeah?”
He breathes, then says: “One.”
There’s nothing left to distract him here. The battle is over. There’s no paladin to talk to him, no Crystal to retrieve; he’s checked the systems six times over, has looked over the Castle’s statistics.
Now, while the Castle and its inhabitants slumber, Coran stays awake.