he will rise again i tell you

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its. been awhile since you posted it but I'm new to persona and..... please tell us about the "p4 is a show and the charas are actors" au if you don't mind........

AHFDS YES OKay fave hc for it is tht yosuke has been acting for a while SO he hangs out w the new kids (rise and souji) who were an idol and model respectively

also they def have to go to the gym together to get Fit for the scenes whICH OBVIOUSLY MEANS THEY HANG OUT W OTHER CASTS TOO??

My name is Ashley Judd and I am a feminist. And I want to say hello to Independence Avenue in the back, all the way down to 17th Street, and I bring you words from Nina Donovan, a 19-year-old in Middle, Tennessee. She has given me the privilege of telling you what she has to say:

I am a nasty woman. I’m as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheetos dust. A man whose words are a distract to America. Electoral college-sanctioned, hate-speech contaminating this national anthem. I’m not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is going to rise again. Maybe for some it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles and graves, just for being black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin. I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag, and I didn’t know devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets. A mustache traded for a toupee. Nazis renamed the Cabinet Electoral Conversion Therapy, the new gas chambers shaming the gay out of America, turning rainbows into suicide. I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege … your daughter being your favorite sex symbol, like your wet dreams infused with your own genes. Yeah, I’m a nasty woman — a loud, vulgar, proud woman.

I am not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booths. I’m nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me into that voting booth. I’m nasty like the fight for wage equality. Scarlett Johansson, why were the female actors paid less than half of what the male actors earned last year. See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs our wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone. Why is the work of a black woman and a hispanic woman worth only 63 and 54 cents of a white man’s privileged daughter? This is not a feminist myth. This is inequality. So we are not here to be debunked. We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty.

I am nasty like my bloodstains on my bed sheets. We don’t actually choose if and when to have our periods. Believe me if we could some of us would. We do not like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me, why are pads and tampons still taxed when Viagra and Rogaine are not? Is your erection really more than protecting the sacred messy part of my womanhood? Is the bloodstain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?

I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege. You may be afraid of the truth. I am unafraid to be honest. It may sound petty bringing up a few extra cents. It adds up to the pile of change I have yet to see in my country. I can’t see. My eyes are too busy praying to my feet hoping you don’t mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up my smile hoping you don’t think I want to unzip your jeans. I am unafraid to be nasty because I am nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary!

And our pussies ain’t for grabbing. There for reminding you that our walls are stronger than America’s ever will be. Our pussies are for our pleasure. They are for birthing new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Sikh, you name it, for new generations of nasty women. So if you a nasty woman, or you love one who is, let me hear you say, hell yeah.

Ashley Judd recite a poem written by a 19-year-old named Nina Donovan from Tennessee.

call me monster. call me by name if by nothing else. reach in and
pull the dark out of me; it will not leave. tell them a gorgon looked upon my heart. say I am cold and petrified. (which petrified?)

[the fault, dear brutus, is not in the stars, but in ourselves] maybe I wrote it in the stars, cassius. maybe I wanted this to be my fate.

ask me why I did it - 1. just because 2. the serpent bade me do it 3. for the money - and I will tell you 4. because I loved him.

what’s a kiss? exactly what you want it to be. you think it was a kiss of betrayal? I tell you it was that and more. I tell you I loved him so much I gave him up. and just like him I will give up the ghost (only he will rise again and I will not). but do not ever dare say I did not love him. do not.

did I want to do it? no.
ah, you’re crying out ‘puppet, puppet,’ and again I say no |emphasis| I chose to do it. but does choice make an evil act any less vile? does love negate everything else?

ave, rabbi. ave atque vale.

just you wait

because recent events have reminded me just how much i love hamilton, and i thought emma and killian should enjoy it too.

emma introduces killian to hamilton.

“So then I press this lever down, and the two slices go into the machine.”

Emma nodded, guiding his hand as he navigated the unexplored terrain of their new toaster. “Yep.”

“And then when I want to eat the slices?  What then?”

“Then, you press on the lever again here…” Killian’s eyes jumped as the two slices of bread popped up out of the toaster.  “See?  Then, the slices ‘rise up,’” Emma joked.

Killian’s hand squeezed hers insistently.  “Swan, I know when you’re quoting something…”

Emma gasped.  “No.

He looked at her innocently.  “Was it something I said?”

Emma began to pace.  “Killian Jones, do not tell me that in all our time together–scratch that, in all of your time in Storybrooke–you never did as I asked and listened to Hamilton.”

He scratched his ear absent-mindedly in the way he did when he was busted.  “Sorry?”  he ventured.

But this time, Emma was having none of it.  Shaking her head with disgust, she placed both her hands on Killian’s shoulders and began steering him towards the couch.  “We are listening to this.  Right now.”

“He is a Scotsman?”  Killian wrinkled his nose.  “A shame.  Should have joined the Royal Navy instead.”

“Killian!  Shhh!”

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Exo Reacting to their S/O kicking them out of the bed while sleeping.

》 FAQ // Masterlist 

Xiumin - Things like these had happened before and Xiumin wouldn’t be surprised when he suddenly finds himself lying on the floor instead of the bed, but he’s still be a bit frustrated with the turn of the events.

“Ah, here we go again…”

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Luhan - The loud thud and Luhan’s groan would probably wake you up too and you’d rise up from the bed only to find him sitting on the floor, looking at you confused as he mumbles nonsense half-asleep.

“Wait, what when where how, uh, baobei..?”

Kris - He wouldn’t dare tell you that you’ve actually kicked him, a grown up, 180cm+ man, out of the bed but would probably come up with a lame excuse as to why he’s lying on the floor and not next to you.

“Yeah, I’ll just… stay here. It’s healthy for my back, you know.”

Suho - Suho would just lie on the floor disoriented and utterly confused until he realises that he’s on the floor and not in the bed. Then he’d try to find you in the dark, but fail, up until he decides to just let it go and sleep there instead.

“What is this? Jagi..?”

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Lay - Now, Lay would just smile at you when he notices you have taken his place on the bed and just continue sleeping on the floor, too tired and sleepy to make an effort and climb back on the bed.

Baekhyun - He wouldn’t waste a second and would snuggle back next to you, only to lie on the edge of the bed until he decides to wake you up only to tell you his newly made decision.

“You know what jagiya, we should get a bigger bed.”

Chen - Chen wouldn’t even bother to try and get up from the floor once he hits it but would just, with his eyes closed, reach out with his hand to grab the nearest pillow he finds and put it under his head, too tired for more than that. 

Chanyeol - Chanyeol would try to wake you up or move you so he can go back to his place on the bed, but would fail, so he’d spend the rest of the night sitting by the bed and pouting at you, wishing you’d wake up.

D.O - He wouldn’t be too surprised as you kicking him out of the bed had happened before and would simply go to the living room to lie on the couch, too tired to try to win back his place on the bed.

Tao - This maknae would simply rise a bit from the floor to see where you are and when he sees you’re sleeping in your bed, he’d go lie back on the floor, too disoriented to bother to go back to sleep next to you.

“Wh.. what happened, ah, baobei, yes, bed, sleep…”

Kai - He would rouse the moment he hits the floor and sit there for some time, contemplating whether to go back to bed and risk being pushed out again or sleep on the floor and make his back hurt the next morning.

“The things you do to me, jagiya.”

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Sehun - He wouldn’t move from the place he fell on and just give you a glare, still too sleepy to realise what had exactly happened. He probably wouldn’t miss a chance to remind you what you’ve done the following day.

“You knocked down the fork. Just like you did to me last night.”

- Admin Lene

Tell Me It Again (Zion.T)

Anonymous asked: How about a Zion.T scenario? The reader says “i love you” first, and sort of accidentally, idk, thought it might either be kinda cute/funny 💖

Originally posted by min-yoongi

    You opened the door of your apartment, yawning loudly as you walked inside. It had been another long day at the office. You yelped, surprised, when a familiar voice said, “Hey babe!”

    “Holy shit, Haesol!” you exclaimed, bending down to pick up your backpack, which you’d dropped in shock.

    “Sorry, sorry!” he apologized quickly, rising from the couch and hurrying over to you, quickly taking your backpack out of your hands and setting it down on one of the kitchen chairs.

    “It’s okay,” you said, and then registered the delicious smell of food coming from your kitchen. “Whoah, what did you cook?”

    “Kimchi stew,” he said. “I knew you were expecting to have a long day and I thought you’d like it.”

    “Wow, thank you!” you exclaimed, pulling off your jacket and draping it over the back of your chair.

    “No problem,” he said, walking over to the stove and taking the lid off the pot before filling two bowls with steaming stew. When he set yours down in front of you, you leaned down, taking a deep whiff, your mouth automatically curving into an appreciative grin.

    Haesol sat down next to you, his hand resting on your knee as he did. You shot him a small smile, leaning your head against his shoulder for a moment before you both dug in.

    “So, how’d work go?” Haesol asked once the both of you finally began to slow down on your food.
    “It was busy again,” you said. “Actually, do you mind if we don’t talk about it? I kind of just want to chill.”

    “Of course!” he said. “Hey, I got some movies for us by the way. Wanna pick one to watch when we’re done eating?”

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I just realized based on the amazing edit I just reblogged ok a y bUT

“Tell me again, how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe”

“You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun”


Found (Chato Santana x Reader)

Part I

Originally posted by orchid-bud

“So I am a-a criminal?” he asked as he looked at you like he waited for you to deny it, to tell him whatever you had found was a lie. That he wasn’t the same man like the one you had just found out about.

“You were one. Yes. But, you don’t have to be anymore. You can have a new start. Be a new man.” You placed your hand on his forearm but he pulled it away.

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The hosts discuss their S/O's cheating ex

LOL oops forgot to open my ask box.. Can you tell I’m new to this? Anyway it’s open now for requests and any sort of questions :)

Hikaru - “You’re telling me this jerk cheated on you not once, but twice?” Hikaru demands, standing up abruptly from the table, causing his chair to to fall to the ground.
“I was young and I didn’t know what to do. I trusted him when he said it wouldn’t happen again after the first time but…”
You sigh. “I guess I was just too stupid to know better”.
Seeing how hurt you sounded in your tone of voice caused his frustration to rise even further. He let out a heavy sigh.
“That lowlife piece of trash… I ought to floor him the next time I see him,” he says in a uncharacteristically harsh voice.
“Hikaru…” you say, softly touching his arm.
The feeling of your gentle hands on his skin made all of his anger melt away.
Hikaru’s expression turns from that of an angry one to a caring one. He immediately wraps his arms around you.
“I’ll never hurt you like that, ______. I promise,” he says, holding you tighter.

Kaoru - When you first tell him, a strong expression of rage contorts his face. You see him clench his jaw tightly, and for a few long moments, he is completely silent. You consider saying something to break the silence, but decide against it, as he looks like he’s deep in thought. After a few more moments, Kaoru’s pursed lips suddenly break into a smug grin. “Kaoru?” you say, almost afraid to know what he’s thinking. “I wonder how that jerk face would like it if his school bag suddenly smelled of rotten cheese,” he says, laughing at his own brilliant prank. You shake your head, smiling at your ridiculous boyfriend and ask him what exactly that would accomplish. “Well, he’s going to start to smell really bad, and no girl is ever going to want that,” he explains with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “Not just girls either, no one’s going to want to be near him after that!” you retort. “And, knowing him and his… lack of intelligence, it’ll take him years to figure it out!” Kaoru adds. You both laugh. “See, _______? You don’t always have to solve problems with violence” Kaoru says brightly. 

 Mori - You and Mori are lying in bed together after deciding to spend the night as his place. It’s mostly you talking and telling stories about your childhood. Like always, Mori is happy just to listen to the sound of your voice. Eventually, you get around to telling him about your past relationship. He listens intently, hanging on to every word you say. You finish the story, and turn to your boyfriend, awaiting a response. He hummed thoughtfully. 

 “He was a fool,” he concluded. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” you retort. You study his face for a moment, trying to figure out how he’s feeling.

 “You’re not angry, are you?” you ask. 

“Yes, however there is comfort in knowing he spends many hours, lying alone, punishing himself for his poor choices, for mistreating you,” he explains Your eyes grow wide. “How would you know?” 

“I know, because anyone would feel that way if they lost you,“ 

Honey - “Waaaah, _____-chan I can’t believe someone would be so mean you you!” he cries, burying his face in your neck.

“It’s okay, Honey, I’m over it now. It happened a long time ago,” you explain.

“Well, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to comfort you when it happened.” he says sincerely. “We could have eaten cake together to feel better!” he says, clearing hinting at something.

“We can still eat cake if you want…” you say. “Yay! I was hoping you’d say that!” he says, taking your hand.

 Kyoya - Having done his research, Kyoya already knew a lot about your ex. One day during lunch break at school, he decides to bring up the unpleasant topic, just so he can know more. 

 “So that third year student of yours… Kenji Watanabe,” he begins. You cringe when you hear his name. 

 “I knew it,” Kyoya said with a newfound rage. “He mistreated you, didn’t he?” “How did you know…?” you ask.

 “Your face said it all, my dear,“ he replies. 

“If you’ll excuse me,” he says as he stands up and walks toward the door. “Where are you going?” you ask, despite already knowing the answer. 

“I have to take care of something,” he says coolly. 

“Just try not to hurt anyone, alright?” you respond. “I won’t hurt him,” Kyoya says, exiting the room. “Too much, that is,”. 

 Tamaki - Telling Tamaki was risky, as you are well aware he’s the type to overreact. You do anyway, deciding he should know. Hearing the pain in your voice was enough to bring him over the edge. He wiped the tears from his eyes. 

“Princess ______… I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” he begins.

“You know, I’ve never told anyone that before,” you say with sudden realization. “What really happened, I mean," 

Tamaki smiles. "You trust me that much?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “Of course I do,” you respond. 

“That… means a lot, ______” You smile in return.

 "I’ll never let you down, _____“ Tamaki says with a gentle kiss. 

“I won’t.” A Young Derek Hale Imagine.

Hi! Is it ok if I can get  young Derek imagine? Thanks!!

You were angry. That was everything you felt as you walked into your house and stormed up the stairs towards your room. Derek had forgotten your date once again, and you were sick and tired of being embarrassed like that. You slammed your door open only to be met by Derek’s sad and frustrated eyes. 

“Babe, please listen. I know I was late, okay, I know I forgot again. But I swear there’s a good reason for it this time. If you’ll just give me the chance to tell you and not kick me out.” He said, his chest rising fast, and you knew he had ran here. You nodded your head, indicating for him to start talking.

“I was already on my way, basically half way there, when I realized, I had forgotten the most important part of this date. So instead of showing up empty handed, I believed that I could run home and get it. But I was too slow. By the time I as back at our spot, you had already left again, so I ran here instead, hoping that this would make up for my lack of presence lately.” He said, as he held out a small box with a bow on it. Slowly with suspect full eyes, you opened the box and couldn’t help but smile when you saw the necklace inside. You admired the necklace carefully, and hadn’t even noticed that Derek was now standing in front of you, slightly smiling. He gently took the necklace out of the box and held it up, waiting for you to turn around so he could put it on. When the cold metal hit your warm skin, a smile found it’s way to your lips, and you turned around and placed a gentle kiss on Derek’s warm lips. 

“I love it. Thank you. And even though I’m still mad, I forgive you, but don’t think I will keep doing it, otherwise it is going to be a very expensive journey for you.” You joked, making him laugh as he pulled you in by the waist and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I won’t.” He whispered in your ear. 

It’s the moment I’m curled up on his chest monitoring his heart beat every second or so. The warmth of his fingertips touching my neck and mouth. The amount of force he puts in to bring me close to his face. The way his eyes look at every part of my face as if it were illuminating stars. He tilts his head and supports my face with his one hand. The way his lips tighten up to meet mine, opening to reach other parts of my mouth. His hands grabbing on to my waist and pulling me closer to his body, to feel each others presence. The way he stops in the middle of a kiss to tell me in the most gentle way that he loves me while inches apart. Feel my cheeks blushing up and eyes fall to say I love you too. The way I rise to get closer and press my lips again on his. The warmth of his makes me want more and more by the second. It’s impossible to get enough of him, his touch, his warmth, his voice, eyes, body, every detail in face. All something from him to love even more. The deep affection we both feel for each other makes everything in the room stop for just a little bit and focus everything on us.
—  Little things you make me think of -Jarissa

anonymous asked:

HOW do you feel about the return of Grant Ward?

I’ll just say that of all of the pseudo-boyfriends that Daisy has had over the years… he’s not the first person I would have liked to see make a return. Mostly because, how many incarnations of him do we really need? What is this, the fifth?

If we’re talking major life regrets, are you really telling me that losing Trip to the mist and Lincoln to Hive aren’t higher on Daisy’s list than… whatever did or didn’t happen with Ward?


Honestly I think even Miles Lydon would have been more interesting to see again (with a Rising Tide plot for Daisy) but I’m going to try and reserve final judgment until I actually see what this Framework AU is all about. Particularly because I can’t tell if this purgatory is supposed to be the characters’ paradise or hell.

Imagine Thranduil holding baby Legolas for the first time

Imagine Thranduil holding baby Legolas for the first time.

Based on this imagine on imaginexhobbit. Just a little bit on new family fluff.

“My King?” Galion said, “The Queen has safely delivered. She is asking for you.”
Thranduil looked up from the papers on his desk.
“Already?” Thranduil said, “But her maid came to tell me not an hour ago that her labour had started.”
“My King, that was last night,” Galion said hesitantly, “It is morning now.” Thranduil leaned back in his chair.
“I allowed myself to be distracted again,” he said, “I should have been at her side.”
“Our Queen is nothing if not understanding,” Galion said as the King began to rise, “She understands the demands on your time.”
“And all I should have given her is a few hours,” Thranduil said, “How can she forgive me when I did not come when she asked?”
“She did not ask for you,” Galion replied, “Her maid says she never asked for you, the Queen said your kingdom came first.”
“She is too understanding,” the King said, “She would be right to scold me like a misbehaved child for this.” Galion stifled a laugh at the thought of the Queen scolding Thranduil.

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aty challenge: day five ~ connor and rose’s day

I return my focus to Connor.
His burgeoning grin tells stories of self-importance and superiority in mind and spirit. It’s as attractive as it is obnoxious. “Are you ready, darling?”
   “To carve out your heart and stick a knife through the center.” I rise to my feet at the exact same time as him. My eyes blaze. I wanted the height advantage for at least a second. “I’ve been ready my entire life to defeat you.”
   He clasps his goblet of red wine, again at the same moment as me. “I hate to disappoint, but your triumph will come another day.”
                                                        Translation: I always win.
If we were on the same team tonight, i’d say that his win is my win, but we’re pitted against one another in an arms race that I plan to win.
        “Say goodbye to your heart, Richard.” I confidently pick up my knife, about to clink my goblet.
“You already have my heart,” he says so smoothly. “So your goal is pointless.”
   “Then I’ll take your eyes ad your brain and shave your head.”
Our seven children burst into applause by pounding the table with fists, some silverware, others with goblets.
      The room rumbles to life.
      Every dining chair is occupied. The table is so very full.
I almost smile, but as soon as Connor sees the glimmer, he grins like he won something already. I raise my hand at his face, and with this, the children settle.
      Connor arches a brow. “So you love my sight, my mind, and my hair.”
The children roar in delight, pounding the table once more.

Like a Virgin Again (Bobby Smut Scenario)

So I was listening to one of my favorite “sex songs” by Chris Brown and the idea of a scenario came to my mind. So I decided to write it. A smut one. I don’t know what I was thinking, since I’m definitely not a good writer, english is not my native language (so finding words may be kind of difficult sometimes) and I never even tried to write about sex, so please don’t be too harsh on me haha. Just kidding, please tell your thoughts about it so I know if I don’t let myself ever go down this path again hahahaha

Song: Chris Brown feat Tyga - Like A Virgin Again (click to hear it)

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, cause its getting hot girl, give me all you got girl

As Jiwon look up, he feels the temperature rising up. He knew it had nothing to do with the weather though, especially because the blurry lights of Seoul city seen through the big drops of rain running the glass window that covers an entire wall of his bedroom let him know that it has started pouring outside.
He wondered how things got to where they were now. He was at a party, at the VIP area, taking shots of Tequila to celebrate the success of his latest single with his closest friends. The next thing he knew, he was back at his apartment, laying in his bed, just in his navy blue boxers with a beautiful young woman standing right in front of him. You weren’t the prettiest woman, but you sure had an intriguing and addictive beauty. A foreign beauty. Your lustful eyes seemed to have locked with his, keeping him in some kind of hypnosis as you moved your hips in a sexy dance, making he want to tear that black lace lingerie and stop the teasing that was driving him crazy.

I’ll take off your thong, put your legs in the air. Girl I’m gonna pick you up, pick you up, rock you like a baby

Not being able to take the teasing anymore, Jiwon stood up, grabbing the woman in front of him, one hand in your right butt cheek, one behind your neck, placing a slow, sexy, wet kiss on your lips, as your tongues started interlacing as if they belonged together. He could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up because of the extreme sexual desire he was unleashing on you. Taking advantage of the turn of the events — which were he as the dominant figure in the room — he unhooked your bra with mastery, making you wonder how many times he already did that to make it so fast as if it was a regular routine in his daily basis. As he looked down, he couldn’t help but stop for a second to admire your beautiful voluminous breasts. You smirked at him, because you knew your body had that effect on men. Well, he wasn’t the only experienced person in the room. As the gaze went away, he cupped your almost perfect natural boobs with his hands, massaging it as his mouth trailed off down, finding its way to your nipples, licking and sucking slowly, to only then blowing on them and making your body shiver from down all the way to the top. Your hands met his, as you pushed them down in the direction of your hips. Understanding the sex-language you both knew so well, Jiwon slipped a finger inside the side strap of your thong, pulling it away just a little bit and released it, making you moan for him to not stop. It was now his time to smirk at you, taking your underwear off while placing kisses down your body until you were completely naked. His head was at the same level as your hips and he started kissing your sides. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, grabbing his silky hair and pushing his mouth to the center of yout body. He kissed and licked the inner side of your tights but never actually touching your pussy. You were going so crazy with all this teasing that you didn’t even realize you were gripping on his hair with so much strength, which turned him on completely. He suddenly stood and picked you up, making you lock you legs around his waist to not fall down. He led you to the bed, where he let go and your body bounced on his bed, making he stop for good three seconds to admire that picture in his head. He, then, took your legs up and finally got his head in the middle of them. 

Imma take my time and do your body right. If you let me Imma make you feel like a virgin again, again. Promise Imma make it all worth it, Imma make you feel like a virgin again.

You were so horny by that time that you thought you were seeing stars as you felt the light and moist touch of his exploring tongue in your clit. He licked and sucked it slowly and softly, coincidentally just the way you liked — no, just the way you loved it. His large tongue was definitely making you go insane, but the way he managed to touch your body, not neglecting any sensitive part of it while making you go to heaven with his mouth made you be sure this man knew what he was doing. His hand went down, his tongue never leaving your pussy, he slipped one finger inside of you, making you moan so loud that he was sure that if wasn’t raining outside, his neighbors would hear you. You felt like you couldn’t take it anymore and it made you a bit frustrated because you were usually the one that made your partners beg for it. This man made you feel like you were a beginner at sex, made you remember your first time. You were impatient already, you just knew you needed him inside of you. “Oh fuck. Just fuck me. Fuck me already.” He looked up, smirking “Imma make you scream my name”. You realized then you didn’t knew his name. And he didn’t knew yours. He didn’t need to, you weren’t planning on leading this one night stand to another level, but you felt the need to know the name of the man who made you feel like a virgin again. “Speaking of that, what is your name?”. He stopped for a second, caught in surprise that you didn’t know his name. He was so used to every woman coming to him because they knew he was famous and had his name on the tip of their tongues that it was a surprise to him you not knowing his name. “Jiwon. Bobby. I’m whatever you like.” In that mean time, you pulled him up, placing your hand on his bulge and massaging his balls. “Then, please, fuck me, Bobby.” 

Dang you got me so hard. If I get it, Imma hit it right. I know you’re tired, it’s the middle of the night, wanna give you that good love.

You helped him take his boxers off. He was hard already and he was definitely bigger than you expected. You had a feeling you would remember this night as one of full of little surprises. He laid down and led you on top of him. You grabbed his dick and placed it the tip right under your entrance. You thought about teasing him a little bit, but you were craving him so much you couldn’t bear the thought of postponing it more, even by just a few minutes. You finally sat down on him. You felt he slowly filling you with pleasure and he welcomed the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. You slowly started to ride him, changing the rhythm occasionally to make it feel more pleasurable for both of you. His thumb were massaging your clit as you jumped on top of him, making you concentrate really hard to not be the first one to cum. After a few more seconds, you couldn’t hold it anymore and finally gave in. Your orgasm was hitting you so hard, but you didn’t want to admit to him you came first. You could feel your moans getting louder, so you just bit your lips to try to make you quiet. But you couldn’t trick Jiwon. He felt your walls clenching around his dick. He noticed your legs losing strength and slowing your rhythm down. He saw you biting your lips so hard and still moaning out loud. He lifted his upper body, placing you down on the bed, making his way on top of you “You are a stubborn lady. I told you I was going to make you scream my name tonight and I plan on keeping my promise.” He introduced his dick inside of you in an angle that made it hit your g spot. He began to rush his speed slowly, making you feel a sensation you never felt before. Your clit was too sensitive because you just came, so every touch was being intensified about ten times. He was now fucking you so hard you could hear his body spanking your tights even though the thunders outside made almost everything inaudible. You felt like you were going crazy, your nails sank into his back trying to hold the urge to scream, but only then you realized it was mistake. It turned him on even more and his pace speeded up. You couldn’t hold it anymore, that you started screaming “FUCK! BOBBY! DON’T STOP!” And then you came. You felt like you didn’t have the strength to continue with this, but he never stopped or slowed it down. You came again and again and again. You screamed his name so loud that he couldn’t stop a grin to appear on his face. The sound of your sexy voice screaming for him not to stop made he finally reach his climax. You could feel his dick pumping inside of you and he could feel your walls still clenching around his dick. He fell on top of you. Both of you were out of breath, too stripped out of strength to even manage to say a word.

If you let me Imma make you feel like a virgin again. Promise I'ma make it all worth it, Imma make you feel like a virgin again

This was a night you would remember for a long, long time. Bobby, the man who made you beg for him. The man who made you scream his name. And the man who taught you what multiple orgasms felt like.You never felt so glad to feel like the unexperienced one for once.


 You ran through the forest, dry leaves crunching under your heavy boots. You dodged all the fallen trees and stumps. A growl erupted from behind you, making you turn and draw your gun, “Theo.” You yelled, finger on the trigger. 

 “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.” He said calmly, eyes glowing as he hesitantly took a step towards you.

 “Why the hell should I believe a single word that comes out of your filthy mouth?” You snapped, aiming the gun at Theo’s chest with your finger still sitting on the trigger. He hesitated a minute before speaking again, you could tell he was choosing his words carefully. “Hurry up, I’m not here for a stroll in the woods, I’m here to kill you remember?”

 “Because I love you, damn it Y/N!” Theo finally snapped, his voice rising a bit louder, “I’m in love with you, and I don’t hurt the people I love.” You scoffed at his confession, which was a clear sign of his feelings not reaching you.

“Good, that’ll only make things easier.” You smirk as you finally pull the trigger of your gun which had been aiming right for Theo’s chest, hoping the bullet will reach his heart or lungs, but it doesn’t. He moves too quickly for it to reach him and before you could fire again he’s grabbing your hands causing you to drop your gun entirely and yell from the pain of his nails digging into your skin. His glowing eyes looked directly into yours as he let out a snarl before running off.

Okay I’m turning this into a series…..

Songs of the Abyss Chapter 15: A Snake in the Reeds

“There’s something that unsettles me. Something about the entire scenario. The naga knew where the stone was. But Junmyeon says that not even the citizens know about it. It’s unsettling.”

“Are you insinuating that there is someone in the island who’s working with the naga?”

Jongdae nods solemnly, eyes never leaving the scroll.

“How come the naga knew that that night would be the only one where the mist wouldn’t rise? Not to mention, it knew where it was hidden, I don’t think heading to the altar was a coincidence.”

Kyungsoo’s face sterns, eyes boring into the scroll much more intently, “I assume that you’re telling me this now because you need my help.”

Jongdae nods again.

“Do you have a hunch about who it may be?”

“The easy answer is Minho.”

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s him. He’s loyal to Junmyeon, more than anyone else in this island.”

Jongdae nods, “Same thoughts, he’s too in love and too loyal,” he says, “Too loyal to the point that he can’t see straight,” Jongdae’s voice is low as he blindly moves the scroll forward, eyes never meeting Kyungsoo’s. But his voice did.

Coffee and Roses | Idol!AU | Pt. 3

Summary: He left you for the idol industry. Yet, you still joined the same industry hoping to never see him again.
Word Count: 2,005
Genre: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ honestly who knows
Member: Jisoo Joshua Hong
TW: none i can think of. tell me if you need anything tagged!

Pt.: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | soon™

A/N: a bit longer than usual bc i have testing for the next two weeks!!!

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