graduation shopping

for you pt. 10

Pairing: reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 5,1and something


originally posted by vminv

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The door to the coffee shop opened with a bang as the handle of the metal door slammed into the wall behind.

“Sorry!” you heard a familiar voice shout as she made her way through the coffee shop and towards the counter.

You turn around to see Mina slamming her expensive bag down on the counter, and pull up seat. She is staring at you, giving you a look that can only mean one thing. You were in trouble. She waits, folding her hands in her lap as she waits for you to tell her what you hadn’t.

 But her short fuse gets the best of her, “When were you going to tell me that Taehyung was back?”

 "You’ve been busy.“ you shrug as you try to occupy yourself with the rack of clean dishes in front of you.

 "That’s no excuse, Y/N. We’re best friends. We are supposed to tell each other everything,” she hisses.

 A glass slams on the counter with a little too much force as you turn your attention to your best friend. She’s staring at you, unsure where your emotions are coming from. It is very rare that you raise your voice to anyone, especially Mina. That was her niche.

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Mr Thesassygandalf got me a present *-*

Hoe Tip: Be a sweetie!

One of the best things you can do to make a sugar daddy fall in love with you is to embrace your sweet side. When I found out that my daddy was going in for back surgery, the first thing I told him was to let me know if I could bring him anything that day or if I could help at all in the days after. I made sure to send him some sexy pics the night before and to check up on him the day he went in. He was so touched that I texted!
The next day he joked to send coffee. I told him I was at work but I’d love to see him after. Picked up coffee just the way he likes it on the way. He was so grateful just to be cared about and cared for. He also wants to take me shopping after graduation and told me to practice my Italian 😸😸

It’s not hard to go a little bit extra. I didn’t ask him to pay me back for the coffee or gas to drive up. I just dressed extra cute for work and saw him after. Treat your sugar daddy as good as you would your favorite boyfriend. Spoil him back. Treat him right.

That is what makes you a keeper.

Headcanons for Dating Fred Weasley

  • This mf pranks you ALL THE TIME.
    • He’s not sorry about it either, unless you’re really pissed.
    • Usually it’s just cute and harmless shit, like temporary hair dye or a temporary tattoo on your face that says something nerdy or that you love him or something.
    • Sometimes he’ll shrink your shoes, just to see what you say.
    • He shrank a jumper of yours once just a touch, but after you freaked out about gaining weight he decided NEVER AGAIN.
    • George likes to help and then throw Fred all the way under the bus. You know George is helping but you let it slide.
  • Fred has an interesting PDA philosophy.
    • Fred likes mocking PDA, like he’ll imitate whatever nasty couple is nearby just to make a point. 
    • He’ll hold your hand or put his arm around you but that’s about all the genuine PDA you’ll get from him.
  • Quidditch!
    • If you play at school on the Gryffindor team, you’re a reserve beater. He makes a lot of jokes about you usurping his position on the team.
    • If you’re from another house, competition is fierce and unforgiving. Both twins are merciless with the bludgers and it becomes very ugly. You both enjoy it though, so there’s no hard feelings. You like to mock him when your house wins, and he likes to mock you when Gryffindor wins.
    • If you don’t play, no matter what house you’re in, he wants you to at least cheer for him. Even if you’re ONLY cheering for him.
    • You guys ALWAYS get a game started over the holidays, at least once. You usually play opposing captains, and it’s always a bloodbath when you do.
  • You, Fred, and George become the fuck-shit-up trio of seventh year.
    • Detentions all the time. Every time. Sometimes it’s just Fred and George, sometimes it’s you too. The three of you don’t mind, as long as it isn’t with Umbridge.
    • The first time you write lines, you’re alone. You cast a spell in her class to make a point and in return you wrote, “I will not cast without permission.”
    • The scar fades, but the memory doesn’t. Neither does Fred’s anger.
    • When the twins decide to pull their final prank, you stay behind. Fred tells you he loves you and proposes right before they leave.
  • You move in with Fred and George above the shop after graduating from Hogwarts.
    • You keep the books for the shop, letting the twins focus on selling the product and making more.
    • Fred pranks you now more than ever, but you have a means of getting him back now: his own products.
    • You’ve ripped holes in pants, you’ve given him treats from his own shop–your favorite so far has been the Barking Bark, which made him bark every other word for about an hour. Quite fun.
    • George makes fun of you two for being loud at night.
    • The three of you remain inseparable through dark times, and take turns watching the shop when the other two go on Order missions.
  • You and George bond and become like brother and sister.
    • You two were close during your Hogwarts days, best friends. But once you live with him he becomes your brother. You affectionately refer to him as such, and he returns the favor.
    • “This is my brother, (Y/N).”
    • “Shut it, George.”
    • You start stealing his jumpers, too, but he actually says something about it and wants them back–unlike Fred.
  • Fred is a cuddler, through and through.
    • Despite his PDA, he’s quite the cuddler when you two are alone. Spooning is his favorite, and who is the big spoon changes from day to day. He also quite likes facing you, as it means he can see your face when you laugh at his jokes.
    • You cuddle on the couch sometimes, but usually only in the bedroom so as not to bother George.
  • You and Fred elope as soon as you can.
    • You guys come back to the apartment one day with wedding bands and George congratulates you two without much fuss, since Fred told him before that this was the plan.
    • Molly Weasley almost murders Fred when she finds out you two eloped. “FREDERIC GIDEON WEASLEY!” “I’m sorry mum, we didn’t want a fuss!”
    • Your engagement ring is gold with a simple ruby on the band. Your wedding bands are both gold, with the other’s name engraved on the inside.
  • At the Battle of Hogwarts, you refuse to leave his side.
    • He’s your husband, the love of your life, and you won’t be separated.
    • You’re there when he dies, and you kill the Death Eater that took him in turn.
    • You fall apart, and you and George spend the hour crying together. The Weasleys all mourn as a family, and you’re one of them.
    • Molly tries to give you his wedding band, but you refuse. You say it belongs on his hand, even in death.
    • You die in the second half of the battle, your grief overpowering any sense of caution you may have once had. You died saving Percy, and Percy never forgets that.
  • Fred is there to greet you in limbo.
    • “I’m proud of you, love.” And then–
    • “Remus and Sirius were two of the MARAUDERS!”
  • You two are the limbo welcoming committee for all of the people from Hogwarts, while you wait for George.
    • Lee and his wife come through eventually. They hang out for a while, then decide to move on.
    • McGonagall cries when she sees the two of you. She passed away in her sleep after serving as the Headmaster for many, many years. She tells you of the utter fuckery that your memorial portraits get up to, and how Peeves does in fact find ways to besmirch the name of Dolores Umbridge, even as she rots in a cell in Azkaban.
    • This touches Fred’s heart.
    • Flitwick is overjoyed to see the two of you, and immediately figures out that you’re waiting for George before you pass on.
    • Molly and Arthur are the first to arrive, crying over their son. Molly and Arthur move on after visiting for a while.
    • Then Bill, then Charlie. Bill waits for Fleur; Charlie waits for no one, claiming he has dragons waiting on him in the Afterlife. When Fleur arrives, she and Bill move on.
    • Percy and his wife arrive together, having died in an accident at an old age. They move on.
  • And finally, George rolls up after about a hundred years, followed shortly by Angelina.
    • George and Fred have a tearful reunion, and you and Angelina chat it up while they hug and cry.
    • George also latches on to you when he and Fred finally let go of each other. “It’s so good to see you,” he says. And it is.
    • “I can’t believe you guys waited for me.”
    • “What, like we were going to pass on without you? No way.”
  • The four of you pass on together, as a family. And Afterlife is wonderful.
☆ may 202016 | mood: nervous.
senior skip day was today, so went out shopping with my friends who will be out of town for the next 4 years. i finished decorating my graduation cap, meanwhile completing a physics lab and studying for my last french quiz. i also went to schuler book & music store and found sailor moon manga.

Today is a weird day for me. Since most universities are back in class today. I cannot help but feel a wash of relief come over me. But on the same hand I’m terrified. Honestly, I never thought I’d be here. Not the here as in this small coffee shop/ art gallery sipping on a way over price cup of really good coffee. But in the “real world” or I guess the post-grad world. Last year it felt like my whole world was crashing down on me. And to tell you the truth, even though I could see the light last semester, it didn’t end how I pictured it would when I was a naïve little freshman four and a half years ago, I can say that I am damn proud of myself. I might not know what the hell I’m doing with my life, but honestly who actually does? Yes, job searching sucks, and my pipe dreams of living on my own as soon as I graduated with a job in the field that my degree is in, is a reality that isn’t happening, so what? What’s the rush? I see this happen with so many people. We are always rushing, to get to the next place, to get that selfie posted on Instagram, or to find that job. Life is short, so I get wanting to do everything you can, but I think we need to take things slow. We need to step away from the hustle and bustle of life and really take a look around us. Reality is that life isn’t going to go as planned. And as much as that scares the shit out of me, I’m excited to see this new life plan that is out there for me. So, to anyone reading this, (I only have 8 followers, so it’s a high chance no one is, and that’s fine, I kind of wrote this for my future self) it’ll be okay. For those who are still in school who feel like they are going to be there forever, don’t fret, YOU will graduate. Take a break when you feel the stress coming on, it’s your bodies way of telling you to slow down. To those who are like me, a recent grad and who hasn’t found a job yet, it’s okay. YOU will get a job. It might take months and many interviews, it might not even be a good job, but you will do it. You will find that job that shows you your purpose in life. YOU WILL eventually move out of your parents’ house. You will get out of this slump. To those who have been out for a while but seem to be hating life, it will get better. You will get that promotion. You will get the courage to quit and do something that makes you happy. Now I’ve been really down lately, for many reasons that I will not get into right now, I see a long post about in my future, but today I slept a little later than normal, and I woke up finally feeling happy. I don’t know how long this happiness will last, but right now I’m going to live in the moment and enjoy my life, even if it’s not how I planned it to be.

Was I wrong?

When I look back at the turn of events it still feels as surreal to me now as it did then. I am a 28 year old professional now living in USA. My family moved here during my school days so I believe I have enjoyed the best of both worlds. Strong cultural foundation with a liberal level headedness – a balance that allows me to continue to look forward without letting me forget my heritage. Family values were ingrained in all of us and were taught that family comes first. We lived in suburbs in a Desi community with other Indian and Pakistani families. Several of my relatives lived in the neighborhood so we never felt that we were away from home.

This experience involves my cousin, Sonia who happens to be a year older than me and is my mom’s sister’s daughter. My mother’s family is very close-knit so there were a lot of family gatherings and although everyone had their own place, it was almost like living in a join family. Sonia and I got along fairly well. We were a group of almost 10 around the same ages, we to the same school, and at times studying together. The older cousins helped the younger ones with homework. Life was good. As we were finishing high school, it was norm that we would enroll in the state university which happened to be in the same city. Sonia graduated a year before me and enrolled in the business program for her BS. I was a fairly good student and my high school and placement tests allowed me a scholarship to go out of state. This was a first and I jumped at the chance, not only because I was going to a better school, but also this would be my first real taste of freedom.

I went out of state and enrolled in the engineering program (hey I am Desi after all!). College life was great. I made many great and fast friends. I lived with another couple of guys in an off-campus apartment. We studied hard and we played hard. Had our share of parties and of course our share of all-nighters. But all through this, I kept in touch with everyone back with regular visits, phones, emails. Sonia and I exchanged our share of emails and phones and with time we realized that we could relate better with each other than anyone of our other cousins. We actually became friends – best friends infact.

During my third year, as Sonia was preparing to graduate, her professors started to encourage her to go into a graduate program. She started shopping around for a university with assistantship opportunities and actually received one from my university. Her parents were hesitant to send her out of state but knowing that I was there too, they gave her the OK. So, when I started my final year, Sonia joined my university as a Doctoral student.

I helped her find an apartment in the same complex and she found a couple of desi girls for roommates. As this was my final year, I was extremely busy stressing over finals and of course my graduate school programs. I wasn’t able to spend that much time with Sonia, but all of us (me, Sonia, and our roommates) usually ate dinner together, especially on the weekends. Towards the end of the year, my professor gave ma a full scholarship to get my doctorate by doing research for him so I readily accepted. One of my roommates got the same deal, but the other one decided to join the work force. So my future was set for the next 4-5 years. I took the summer off and went home. I spent the first half traveling and enjoying my break and during the second half the family decided to have a reunion party to Sonia flew back too for the rest of the summer.

When the summer ended, Sonia and I decided to drive to the university together. It was a very long journey but we decided to make an adventure out of it. We took rest stops and nature breaks, listened to songs, but most we talked a lot about the three years we had missed out. She got me caught up with her life. We talked about family politics and, of course, we talked about relationships. As expected I started teasing her about potential affairs and she just said, “you think I’m going to get a chance for a boyfriend with the whole family on my back!”

I said “touché”

“But I bet you have had your share of girlfriends haven’t you” she quipped.

Starting to feel a bit hot under the collar “I said, well let’s just say I’ve grown up a lot on my four years in college and had my share of fun.” Since just started laughing with that intriguing look on her face.

Anyway, the year started and both were back to our lives. We had our circle own of friends but we hung out a lot more together. Either in groups or just us. I’m very physically active so I got her started on going to the gym. She was already in great shape but gym is a great place for stress relief and relaxations. I trained her on lifting weights for toning and she was always an avid swimmer. Probably why she was so graceful all the time. Soon, she was looking like a total knock out. In fact that became more evident by the constant teasing remarks that both our roommates started giving her.

Well this is where is all went on a tangent. One day while in the gym, Sonia pulled her upper back muscle and totally stiffened her back. She had trouble lifting her arms and also moving her neck. The University doctor said that as a muscular injury it would take time to heal and she needed massage therapy. She was scheduled for massages with the nurse two times a week. Her therapy went for a moth but her progress was slow. She was almost always in pain and starting to get depressed. Since her physical activities were limited she spent most her time in school or at the apartment.

One weekend while watching a late night movie with the group at my place her back really started hurting and I noticed her eyes welling with tears, so I took her to my room and make her lie down. Looking at her I decided to stay with her and I started consoling her. As a very active person myself, I was no stranger to muscular injury and so I offered to massage her back. I had learned a few tricks from my oriental friends with whom I used to take martial arts. So I had Sonia lie on her stomach and started gently massaging her back while chatting idly.

This was the first time I had touched Sonia in this manner and I must admit her body felt wonderful to my fingers. She was dressed in a t shirt and pajama pants. I could feel the tenseness of her muscles on her shoulder as I gently kneaded muscles in slow circles. She stopped crying and started to relax a little. I got up and reach for a tube of muscle relaxing cream (A heat cream like deepheat/Bengay called Icyhot). I applied some on my finger tip, and slid my hand under the t-shirt and started to apply the cream. I didn’t want her t-shirt getting messy so I asked her to pull the t-shirt up. She hesitated a minute then pulled it up. She was wearing a black cotton bra. I continue to massage the cream into her muscles and could feel the relaxing to my touch.

At this point is where my hormones started clouding my judgment. I was enjoying massaging Sonia. He more I massaged, the sexier her back started to look, so I decided to give in to my devil and said “I’m started to mess your bra straps with the cream and I’m not able to massage you as well as I should. Mind unhooking it?”

She didn’t move or say anything. Since she didn’t outright reject the notion I pushed forward. “Let me turn the lights off.”

Sonia turned hr head and looked at me. I was making a very concerned face desperate to hide my ulterior motives and said “I don’t know…”

I looked around my room and found my bandana (long handkerchief) hanging on my study chair. “Let me blindfold myself, this way I won’t see anything.”

“How will you massage me?”

I just smiled as said “I massage with my hands and fingers, I don’t need my eyes for it.” Sonia smiled brightly and agreed readily.

I got up from the bed, grabbed the bandana and turn off the lights. The room was dimly light from the outside street lights, so I was walked back to the bed and tied the bandana around my eyes. “Ok, I’m ready” I said.

Sonia checked to make sure that I couldn’t see anything, waving her hand in front of the eyes, holding up fingers and even checked to make sure my eyes were indeed covered. The she said ok. When I felt her back again the t-shirt was pulled up to her neck and her bra was unhooked and straps off her shoulders. I smiled to myself and started to massage her again. Feeling the totally uncovered back with my fingers making me feel hotter by the second. We continue to chat normally and after a while I said that t-shirt was covered her shoulder and suggested that she could take it off.

She said “I’m not getting topless”

I just said, “Well I can’t see anything, and without your t-shirt I will be able to give you a much more thorough massage.”

She was silent for a while and I could feel that she was seriously considering my offer. Finally she said “Ok, but please don’t tell anyone.”

I just said seriously “Sonia of course not. We’re family!”

When she said she was ready, I could feel that not only was he t-shirt off, but her bra was off too. I could feel no traces of the straps as I ran my hands over the bra back, her shoulders, and down the sides of her arms. During the massage, I lifted the bandana from my left eyes high enough that I could see but if she were suddenly looked back, she won’t know that it’s off. In the dim light I could see the silhouette of back, and it was flawless. “My god” I gasped in my breath to myself, and started to knead my fingers over the inviting flesh. It took every ounce of strength I had to not bend down and kiss her back, her shoulders, and her soft supple neck. I decided that patience would be a virtue.

Our massage lasted for almost two hours and then I suggested that she get covered up, so I could drop her to her apartment and she can sleep. She dressed and then gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek as thanks.

“I feel wonderful and relaxed. You really are good, mister!” Sonia said

“Well if it really helped your back then we can do this again tomorrow night.” I hoped she would accept my offer.

“I would love another one”

“Great then same time, same place tomorrow” I smiled.

For the next time, I decided to leave my blinds undone a little bit to allow a little more light in. When Sonia came back to my room, she was dressed I a black t-shirt and pajama pants again. So I looked at her and picked up my bandana again. She said, “Same rules as last night, no peeking”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” I lied.

I turned off the lights, waked to the bed and got blind again. Sonia said she was ready, and once again I started with the Icy/hot on my finger tips. Before applying the cream I ran my dry finger on her back, and she said “there is no bra. It would have gotten in the way, so I didn’t wear one”

“Ok, good thinking” I said calmly but I was thinking, “Damn I would I could to seen u take your shirt off”

I started to rub the cream to her upper back and gently started to move my hands on slow circles around the knitted areas. Moving up to the back of the neck I started to massage her thin neck, and I could hear her started to relax. So I moved my eye cover again and this time could see the more clearly due to more light. Her skin was gorgeous. She was fair, toned, and extremely supple. I started ease the tension of her shoulders and slowly worked my way her arms. After what seemed like an hour I decided to move to the second phase.

I lowered my bandana again and I said “Let me change positions so I can concentrate on your shoulders and arms. They seem very tense.”

“What do you want me to do” Sonia asked.

“Wait” I said. Moved to the edge of the bed next the wall and sat with back against the wall and my legs crossed. “Now sit in front of me with your back facing me”

So she did. I started to massage her pressure point again, making sure to pressure with just enough pressure to relax her but not too much. I didn’t want her getting too alert. From her shoulder I moved up to her head and said “judging from the tenseness of your neck and shoulders I’m surprised u don’t get headaches”

Sonia sounded surprised when she said “I do get them how did yow know”

“I know what I’m doing Sonia” I said. “You may be older, but I’m more experienced in getting hurt.”

She laughed at this and said “Ok them use to experience and make me feel good”.

That’s all I needed to hear. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her head and started giving her a head massage. I pressed the back of her head and could feel her shudder.

“That feels good” She murmured

“Grab a pillow” I said. She did and gave it to me, I place it on my crossed legs and said “now lie on your back and rest your head on the pillow”

“Ok but no peeking” she said. Sonia laid her head on my lap and I started to massage her temples. I could feel her breathing easily and I moved my hands to her eye browns and sinuses.

I said “now keep your eyes closed, I don’t want to poke a finger in since I can’t see”

“OK” she said. I started to rub the bridge of her knows with the right hand and used my left hand to move the eye cover just a little.

Since I was looking down, I didn’t need to move it too much, and then I saw them. Two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Not too big, but enough to start to fall on either side of her. Her nipples were dark, and surprisingly large. They weren’t hard, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hold her breasts, caress them, and feel the softness on my fingers, feel the heat on my palm. I wanted kiss her nipples, lick the dark circles with my tongue. Take the nipple in my mouth and suck gently so I could feel it harder to my touch. My desire became so intense that I instantly got a hard on and if it wasn’t for the pillow, Sonia would have felt it poking at the back of her head.

I started to breathe and calm myself while continue to massage her head. Her eyes were closed and she was deeply relaxed. So I started to gently rub her face then down her neck and from of her shoulders. Her breathing deepened but she didn’t move. I moved my hands to my side and started to massage the sides of her back just below he breasts. I leaned forwards and moved my hand forward and started to rub her stomach gently. She was extremely relaxed and I could feel her muscles easing. So I decided to chance it. I moved my hands back to her sides of her below the breast and massaged that area again. Then I moved my hands up and could feel the sides of her breast touch my hands. I saw her eyes flow open and her breathing stop. She could see that I couldn’t see, but I stopped and whispered “Sorry”.

She whispered “no it’s ok”

I started to massage the sides of her breasts again and she started to breathe a little faster. He nipples were beginning to hard and she crossed her legs. I massed the sides and underside of her breasts gently. She let out a quiet sigh and I could see the conflict on her face developing so I didn’t want to push it too much. So I moved back to her face and noticed that she had beads of sweat on her forehead. I smiled to myself.

“Let’s call is a night” I said and she didn’t say anything.

She got up and dressed. I took my blind fold off and go ff the bed. Sonia just looked at me and gave me a hug. She didn’t let go and lingered for a few moments and I could tell that she was conflicted. She then whispered “I’m scared”.

I whispered back “I’m here for you”

She asked “Promise?”

I replied “always!”

Sonia hugged me tighter and then kissed my cheek and just said “same time, same place tomorrow”

One our third night Sonia was once again dressed in black t-shirt and pajama pants. She looked apprehensive but didn’t say anything.

I smiled and asked “ready?”.

She just nodded, handed me my bandana and switched off the light. We sat on the bed and I covered my eyes again. She said she was ready and I applied the cream to her ver familiar and increasingly sexy back again. This time I could feel her tense even more and I knew she was thinking very hard. So I started to massage her gently and she started to relax. When we moved to the same position as the previous night with her back facing me and I pulled the cover up a little massaged her shoulders. Sensing that it was now or never, I gently pulled Sonia back so that she was resting of my chest and I started to gently run my finger down the side of the her arms and gently caressing them. I could tell she was comfortable, so I moved my hands to her front and start to caress her chest. She took a deep breath and she exhales a slight sound came out. I took that as a positive sign and ran my fingers down her sides of her back. I moved down and started to rub her stomach with my palms gently pressing my fingers up with each move moment. She moves her head a little. I uncrossed my legs and move them to either side of her. She palces her hands on my legs and gently started to rub them slowly. I moved my hands even finger and started to caress the underside of her breasts with mm finger tips. Sonia tense for a second then relaxed. I could feel her nipples started to tense up and her breathing get shallow. She crossed her legs and started to get a stronger grip on my legs.

Feeling that she was ready and expecting it, is gently cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Sonia moaned gently. Her breast felt heavy on my hands, and I would feel the heat generating from them. I start to squeeze the breasts and caressed them gently. I felt her nipples harder to my touch. I pressed my finger tips to nipples and started to roll it slowly. I took the nipples on my finger and gently pressed them. Another moan escaped. I rolled the nipples between with thumb and forefinger and gently pulled on them. This time a louder moan and I could see her shifting her legs. Sonia was getting exited.

I then bend my head and gently kissed neck and I continue to massage her breasts. she reached her hand back and started to rub her finger on my hair and I started to lick a trail up and down her neck. Sonia then turned her head, and while I was blindfolded, kissed me. Our lips connected and my mind exploded. I had kissed girls before, but nothing compared to this electrifying experience. Her lips were soft and hot. I pressed down harder on them and kissed her back in earnest. Our lips parts and our tongues touched. I gave her breasts another squeeze and Sonia responded by sticking her tongue deep into my mouth!

Then Sonia said “take off the blindfold. You might as well see what you’re doing”

I take off my blindfold, looked at her, and kissed her. I looked at her this time with both eyes and said that she was literally the most beautiful woman I had seen. And I was serious. She turned over and kissed me again. I hugged her and eased her on the bed. I laid next to her and kissed her lips, I moved down and kissed her neck. I left a trail of butterfly kisses over her shoulders down to her chest down to her cleavage. Then I licked a trail from her cleavage almost to her right nipple then almost to her left one. I blew gently breaths on the nipples suddenly left her hand at the back of my head and pulled me into her nipples.

“Enough teasing” Sonia said. “I want u to show me how much experience you have!

"With pleasure” I replied eagerly. My hard on was really enlarging in my boxers now and was starting to tent out. But I knew Sonia was a virgin and there was no way I was going to rush into this and spoil it for this. This was just some girlfriend. This was Sonia, my cousin, my sister, and if she could trust me enough to get intimate with me, then I WAS going to make sure that she had the time of her life.

I started to suck on her nipple and I rolled my tongue over it. I felt it harden in my mouth and I gently nibbled on it. Sonia twitched and breathed in sharply. I started to suck on it in earnest while I brought my hand up and started to massage and carres ther other breast. I gently rolled the other nipples in my fingers while sucking on the first one. Then I pinched and bit the nipples at the same time,.

“Ohhhh” Sonia moaned. She was starting to get restless and her hands were running over my head and back. Her movement and her moans were giving me the satisfaction that I was doing a good job and that Sonia was truly in the throes of ecstasy.

I continued to suck on her breasts and moved my hands down her pajama covered legs. I I gently slipped my hand under her pant and felt her panties underneath. Without letting go of her breasts, I pushed shown on her pants, pulling them down her hips. Sonia lifted her hips and helped out by pushed her pants all the way down to her feet. I finally let go off her nipples and moved down to her feet and pull the pants completely off.

I looked at her shapely legs admiring her flawless beauty. I looked down at this almost naked beauty queen who was not only ravishingly sexy, but also my cousin sister,

Touch me" she whispered. “All over”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I leaned back up, and took my top off. Sonia reached out and touched my chest, rubbing her hands over my pecks and nipples, which by the time had hardened slightly. Sonia lay there admiring my body just as much as I was admiring her. This was a major ego boost for me.

Then he picked up her left leg and started to kiss her foot, then her calf, then her knee. Sonia closed her eyes and let my tongue wander up her leg, her pussy was tingling with anticipation, the thought of me touching it drove me wild. I ran my tongue down the inside of her thigh, stopping before I reached her pussy, my nose pressed against her panties, I took a deep breathe and I could feel the wetness on my nose. My cock was pounding against my boxers, I was so hard, the smell of her, the touch of her skin drove me mad with passion.

I moved up over her panties and I gently moved up, appreciating her beautiful flat stomach, I continued to slide my tongue up her, around her navel. My lips moved up, and I started to kiss the base of her breasts, every kiss was met with a quiet moan from Sonia.

My hands moved around and slowly caressed her breasts, kneading them in my palms, rubbing her hard buds with the palm of my hands. My right leg was between hers; she felt it slightly press against her pussy mound, causing a small shock to happen. She then pushed her pussy onto my leg, softly at first, but as he continued to feel her breasts, she pushed harder. I then took a nipple in my lips, softly kissing it, running my tongue around and over it. Sonia placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed me harder on to her heaving breasts again.

She moaned again and said “your tongue is sending electricity from my breasts all the way between my legs!”. That was all the encouragement I needed. I started to kiss a trail from the breasts down to her navel and then to the top of her panties. As I put my hands on the top of her panties, Sonia leaned back and closed her eyes. I then ran one finger from the top of her pubic mound, down over her pussy lips. With this Sonia let out a small gasp, and pushed herself against my hand. I then rubbed my hand all over her pussy, as she gently ground herself against my hand. She started to breathe heavily;

“‘I’ve never felt his before” she gasped

I moved my hand and pulled her panties of, revealing a very dark bush, which was glistening with her juices. Sonia never said anything, she just laid they, letting out quiet groans. I spread her legs wider, so I could see my target to its full extent. I positioned my face just infront of it, her pubes tickling my nose. I blow softly onto her lips, at which she jolted over her body, I then stuck my tongue out and pushed against her puffed lips.

I ran my tongue all around her lips, licking the juices of her, I would apply slight pressure to her now exposed hard bud. This drove her wild, she had obviously never had this done before, I lent forward and kissed her lips, tasting her juices, then I kissed her clit. This sent tremors all the way through her body, I then sucked on it, licked it, flicked it with my tongue. All this while one hand was playing with her nipples, and the other rubbing her swollen, wet pussy lips. She was moaning louder, pushing herself closer to me, I knew she was on the verge of what her first orgasm. He sucked hard on her clit, and slowly insert a finger into her love hole, not too far, but far enough to send her over the edge.

“OOOhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyy Gooooooodddddd” Sonia suppressed her scream.

At which point, her body convulsed, her breathing was very heavy, and her pussy started to flex. Ripples of pleasure, ecstasy, spread all over Sonia’s body, she was in heaven. As I knelt there, floods of Sonia’s juices came out of her as she had her first orgasm. She tasted so sweet; I lapped at her juices as they ran down her pussy and on her ass. She lay there for a minute, as I licked her clean, running my tongue all over her.

My cock was as hard as rock by now, trying as hard as it could to get out of my boxers. I moved around, so that I could rub my hard cock, up against Sonia’s pussy.. She moved her hand down and gently rubbed over my boxers, the touch of her hand, sent a twitch through my body, she reacted by rubbing harder. I sat up on my knees, and pulled Sonia’s hand onto my throbbing tent, slowly rubbing her hand over my cock.

I pulled my boxers down to my knees. My hard on was standing upright against my stomach. I’m about 6 inches in length (nothing too big, but never had any complaints) She pushed her hand back, and wrapped it around my throbbing manhood. It was hot, and hard, the top was more swollen than the shaft. I started to move her hands up and down my shaft, every time she went over my swollen head, I would moan. As she did this, pre-cum started to ooze from my tip. She rubbed it over my tip. I was kneeling there, eyes closed, moaning gently as she stroked my cock. Enough was enough, I had to put this in her soon, or else I would shoot all over her.

I whispered “I want to make love to you Sonia. You have truly made me feel like a man and I want you make you feel like a woman.”

“Make love to me.” She said softly.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, I trust you that you wont ever hurt me.” She replied.

I moved to my dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. She smiled and said “thanks for thinking of me.”

“I should be thanking you for this privilege” I said and meant it.

I tore the cover and unrolled the condom on my throbbing cock. I moved up her body, trailing kisses up her body. I slowly guided my hard, throbbing cock, into her. I inserted my tip gently; she was tight, but wet enough for it to glide in. As I pushed it in gently, Sonia let out little gasps of pleasure. I then felt the resistance I expected, I held her tightly, and pushed my way through it. Sonia let out a cry of pain, I held her for a while, not moving. I let her calm down and then I pushed my cock in the full way, she felt so tight. He started to push my cock in and out of her, at first she just laid there, but then she started to push her hips up to meet him, to get my cock deeper into her pulsating pussy. We started to get a steady rhythm going, both of us intertwined with each other, our lips locked.

As I started to push harder, Sonia could feel herself coming close to cumming again; she stopped kissing me and started to push as hard as she could against me, groaning louder and louder. I was also getting close to shooting my load. All of a sudden I worked myself into a frenzy, pushing hard, moaning out louder.

“AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH” I moaned

My body tensed, my eyes glazed over, my legs went all limp. I proceeded to shoot what seemed endless amounts of cum into Sonia’s cunt. Spurt after spurt in her. As soon as that happened, the feeling of my convussions inside her sent Sonia back over the edge, she let out a large gasp, held I tightly, digging her finger into my back, as she tensed all over with pleasure, and had another orgasm.

We lay for a minute of two, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

“thank you.” She said.

“Please don’t say that”

“No, really…that was the best.” Sonia smiled. Then she help by hand and said that her life and future was now in my hands and that she trusted me with her life. No one could ever know.

I said, “I used to love you as my cousin and my sister. Then I used to love you as my best friend. Now I love you as my lover. I will always be here for you. We are in this together.”

She looked into my eyes, and kissed me.

I didn’t know if what I did was wrong and I still don’t.

Sharing Our Love: Proposal

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Midoriya x Asui
Genre: Romance
Chapter Summary: Asui tried to propose to Midoriya, but he wants to be the one to do it at his own slow pace.
A/N: Midoriya is such a badass. I love him. In this story, he’s still only 18. If this does alright, then I might make another part. I don’t think I could bare to write my cinnamon rolls making a baby cinnamon bun, though. lol 

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More about tipping points/hitting the wall

Some of you might have read my post about ADHD “tipping points,” a situation where a person who was functioning fairly well goes through a change in environment, expectations, or support systems where they can no longer cope, and become extremely disabled. They look and feel like they’re falling apart, and they may get diagnosed for the first time.

Someone mentioned that this phenomenon sounds an awful lot like autistic burnout. I agree, to some extent. However, I think it’s possible to reach a tipping point without burning out entirely (though probably not vice versa). Why?

I’ve actually had two tipping points in my life. One in college, where I sought out and got a diagnosis, and I did not burn out. And one during graduate school, where I did.

So, what was different about college? 

It wasn’t use of formal disability accommodations. Ironically, in college, I did not seek out or receive any accommodations from my school, or even register with the disability office. In grad school, I did register with the disability office and got accommodations for some assistive technology and executive function coaching.

More frequent breaks. My college was on the quarter system. I routinely burned out by the eighth week (luckily my finals were papers which were due early), and spent the end of the quarter and the week or two of breaks in between recovering. By the beginning of the next quarter I had my enthusiasm and mental functioning back. My graduate school was on the semester system, which tests one’s endurance a lot more. Also, graduate students are expected to work on breaks, so I never got a chance to fully recuperate between semesters.

Ability to subtract things from my life. I was involved in a number of clubs and dorm activities my freshman year, including an orchestra and a small student music group. I gradually cut back, until I was involved in no organized activities and my socializing consisted of informal hanging out with friends during mealtimes and in the afternoons and evenings after class. I finally gave up (and made peace with giving up) playing an instrument midway through college, along with drawing and fiction writing, which I had loved. In graduate school, there was very little to cut. I needed to take care of myself and spend time with my partner. I cut back on blogging, social media, volunteering with a local disability organization, and a class I had yearned to sit in on concerning the philosophy of psychiatry (I regret all those choices). It still wasn’t enough, and it made me feel out of touch with the reasons I’d pursued studying neuroscience in the first place.

Limited self-care tasks. In college, I deliberately arranged my life so that I would not have to struggle with self-care, which was time-consuming and exhausting for me at the time. I lived on campus in a dorm (where cleaning staff cleaned the bathrooms and cooking areas), ate mostly in the dining hall, and thus had limited cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping. In graduate school, my partner and I shared an apartment and cooking, cleaning, and shopping duties. To be close to campus and downtown, we lived about a mile walk from the grocery store, so just buying groceries was an ordeal.

Support outside of school. In college, living near home and with parental support, I was lucky enough to try occupational therapy (OT), therapy for my anxiety and depression, and medication. In grad school, I was cut off from my previous support network and had to build a new one. I did find a therapist and a prescriber after a while, but it took a long time and some false starts. I tried executive function coaching, but I really needed something more intensive than I got. The free executive coaching through disability services wasn’t helpful, and some of the suggestions were even counterproductive (e.g., switching certain sorts of lists and planning from paper to digital to be more “efficient”, or testing out unhelpful organizational software I had to pay for).

My overall environment. I loved my college. I loved my few close friends, I enjoyed the culture of the student body in general, I loved my teachers and my classes. My senses and emotions were nourished by the physical campus, and the town around the campus was the perfect size with the right amount of things to do, and the ideal balance between “real world” and “college bubble.” My graduate school was in a place that I, frankly, hated. I hated the undergraduate culture there, too, and because the town was dominated by undergraduates during the school year, I hated what they turned the place into. I loved my lab and adviser, and I enjoyed my classes, my teachers, my peers, and my department, but I didn’t feel like I fit in. My entering class never gelled as a unit; there were a lot of cliques, and I didn’t belong to them. I tried to make friends by starting a writing group but it didn’t last when I had to cut activities to stay afloat. My labmates were friendly to me and would respond when I talked to them, but they never sought me out to socialize either inside or outside the lab. My partner hated living there and was angry I had chosen to go there, and was even more isolated than I was. He had no one but me there, so I needed to spend a lot of time and energy on him and repairing our relationship that I didn’t always have. In academia, you go where the jobs are, no matter how heinous the town or the university/department culture. I had thought it didn’t matter to me where I lived since I didn’t go out much. The experience taught me that my physical and broader social environment make a huge difference–and therefore that I should rethink academia.

I suspect that I came close to burning out in college many times, but because of the college environment itself and the coping strategies and support networks I chose, I always brought myself back from the brink. Thus, I ended up with a tipping point that did not end in burn-out. My graduate-school tipping point ended in burnout and in a lot of ways, resembles autistic burnout. About a year after my burnout began, I am still recovering.

TL;DR? Here are some conclusions:

1) You can have more than one tipping point in your life. They can be more or less severe.

2) You can have a tipping point without burning out. You probably can’t burn out without having a tipping point.

3) Just like your environment and coping strategies determine whether you hit a tipping point, they also make a difference in whether you burn out.

4) Being diagnosed, developing coping strategies, and using services doesn’t prevent you from having tipping points again later.

Has anyone else had tipping points without burnouts, or multiple tipping points of different severity?


“Broken Souls Made Whole” Part 1

Summary: This is for @amarvelouswritings​ 2.1K Challenge. Thank you for allowing me to participate. Hope you’re pleased!

Prompt #5: “You’re one of the most important things in my life”

Pairings: Bucky x Original Character of Color

Word Count: 2,018

Warnings: Brief mention of suicide, racial indifference, and a little sexual innuendo

A/N: Sorry I’m late!

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