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anonymous asked:

Seventeen and bts mtl to like a girl who's more ofa bookworm than anything? Thank you and good luck on ur blog!

Seventeen MTL Likely to Like a Bookworm
















Wonwoo, Joshua and Woozi would fall head over heels in love with a bookworm, especially one that enjoys the presence of books near her and reads not to pass time, but more so for pleasure. I can see the three of them being the biggest book dorks in all of Seventeen; they would love someone that they could talk to about books, books, and more books.

Jeonghan, Vernon, The8, Jun and Dino would find the girl extremely interesting, and would adore the idea of their crush sitting by the windowside, tucking her hair behind her ear and gently flipping the pages to a novel. I can see them having an idealistic way of thinking, and that would definitely be one.

Mingyu, Seungkwan, S.Coups, DK and Hoshi are only at the bottom of the list because they might prefer a rowdier, sportier kind of girl, and they’re quite loud themselves; so their s/o wouldn’t have a moment of peace to read her book. Nevertheless, don’t be discouraged! None of them would refuse a booklover. 

anonymous asked:

I'm so happy I found your blog 😊 Can you do a headcanon when you caught them cheating ( you were sent on a long mission that lasted 2-3 months and they couldn't bare the distance so they cheated on you with a girl in their guard) ? Pls make Guardienne strong and dont make her cry at the end :(( No Guardienne deserves to cry whatsoever ❤️ Thank you :>

Hellow lovely hehehe~~ 

Ofc I can and I would love to.

And I am going to! ahaha

Hope u enjoy it, feel free to request anytime babies! <3


  • After you left for the mission, Nevra held himself for a long time but he lost himself once when a girl from his guard provoked him.
  • She would always rub herself against him and touched him in places that would cause heat.
  • After all of these provoking he eventually loses himself and has a hot night with her.
  • He felt very guilty but he just couldn’t stop it, he fucking loved you but he just couldn’t hold himself any longer.
  • Some weeks later you came from your misson, you were super happy to finally see him and ran to find him.
  • You couldn’t find him anywhere so you asked Miiko if he left for a mission, but she told you he didn’t.
  • You ran literally all the HQ and asked everyone about where he could be, but you just couldn’t find him.
  • That’s when you remember to check his room.
  • With happiness filling your soul you run to his room.
  • As you get closer to the door, you hear little moans coming inside. A woman’s moans.
  • You opened the door quickly just to find Nevra, your boyfriend, the boy you trusted fucking a random girl on the same bed he fucked you to. Okay.
  • You close the door quickly with a disgusted expression, even if you felt sad you just couldn’t cry. You weren’t that weak and you couldn’t expect more from an asshole like him anyways.
  • You just felt disappointed and went away to see if any of your friends could help you, Ezarel usally could cheer you up haha~~


  • Personally, I think that Ezarel must have gotten out of his mind to cheat on someone (I think this about all the boys tbh).
  • Ezarel felt really lonely since you weren’t here, he couldn’t bear with it anymore.
  • He was trying to get a hold of himself, because he really loved you but it was so hard.
  • The day you came back from your mission you walked calmly around the HQ searching for him, your heart was missing him a lot.
  • You thought that he probably was in the lab (idk how you call it on the english/american servers sorry. In the br it’s called “laboratório de alquimia”)  and walked towards it when you heard 2 different voices.
  • One was Ezarel’s and the other one was from someone you didn’t know, it was a girls voice.
  • You couldn’t understand what they were saying so you opened the door and saw the two of them kissing while holding eachother.
  • Sincerely, you were shook.
  • You never expected this from Ezarel. Like NEVER.
  • You stood there for long moments, they didn’t even noticed you.
  • You looked down for a second, and if you were feeling hurt now your blood was fucking boiling gurl!
  • “Are you two having fun?” you spoke with a ironically interested voice.
  • “Guardienne, I–” Ezarel tried to speak.
  • You closed the door with all your strength.
  • You were so mad, hurt and all those feelings but then you calmed down, you would not cry over this, even if you felt like it, you were stronger than that.
  • “baby you’re a liar.” you whispered while walking to somewhere only you knew.


  • Valkyon doesn’t feel like the type that would cheat on you. You trusted him enough, that would never happen… right?
  • You were wrong, sadly.
  • When you came from your mission excited to finally see the person you loved.
  • After talking to Miiko, as she asked when you left, you went to search for him. But believe me, he wasn’t that far.
  • As you walk the corridors to see a tall, strong and white haired man kissing a woman.
  • You leaned on the wall next to them, they stopped and looked at you.
  • Valkyon was ready to talk when you put your finger on your mouth mouthing “shh”
  • “Oh my, I’m impressed! I never thought that I could believe you would never cheat on me.” you say trying to look “hurt”. It did hurt a little but if someone cheats on you when you’re out for like 2 months he could do anything. He just wasn’t right for you.
  • “Anything that happened forget it okay?” Have fun with the girly over there.” you spoke once again, flippin,g your hair and then leaving.
  • You saw Ezarel and Nevra sitting in the canteen(??) and sat next to them talking to them.
  • Even if you were hurt, you would never cry over men. There are so any, Tbh, you could just date one of the two who were right by your side, am i wrong? sjsjsjs

anonymous asked:

Do u have famous kpop blogs following you?

Ooooooooooook first of all…

Originally posted by blissful-reveries

Ok now that I’ve celebrated this moment:
If I know her enough, she’d hate the term “famous blog".
So let’s say that yes, I’m mutual with the nicest and most amazing kpop blogger on Tumblr! 
Let me tell you about Lolo!
She runs one of the most diverse blogs about kpop. When she says multifandom, she literally declare her love for all that is kpop, boys and girls groups alike.
She’s extremely polite and friendly and she doesn’t allow any fandom wars in her blog, which is essential to me
Lolo is a down to earth, funny and bright bean.
My heart always skips a beat when I see her interact with her mum! they are so cute and sweet! I can’t!!
And last but not least…she’s a good sport and forgives me when I do shits like this 

Originally posted by sehuntiago

It’s the best feeling in the world being lay in bed with her, there’s nothing quite like it. I’ve never before felt comfortable around someone like I do with her, you know it’s meant to be when someone makes you feel that way even right from the beginning. I am so in love with her.
- C


She brightens up my world in a way I never thought was possible. Genuine, unconditional love is what I have for this tiny being. She has added so much joy to my happiness and I don’t know how I was living before her life intertwined with mine…and it doesn’t matter because now I live for us. This is a true forever thing, I’m forever grateful.

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them and why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life that you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me about what the word ‘home’ means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom you had when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or dance in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to give your snowman arms? Or would you leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice that the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See I want to know more than what you do for a living. I want to know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other peoples wounds. I want to know about you.

I love this so much. It is very true, me personally I have things I can’t talk about to myself or my family, but I feel like the day I find the perfect girl for me, I will be able to tell her everything, and that makes me so excited and so scared.

If I Had A Star (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 9,636 (YIKES)

Warnings: swears, little nsfw


Summary: a series of short stories to your forever. 

(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)

Dedicated to:

@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends. 

@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her. 

@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!

@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.

Not requested


If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.

“Can you help me with directions?”

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Confession Time- Prompt Batch

Anonymous Asked: “Hey! Do you happen to have any prompts for two old friends who bicker a lot and are just discovering they have feelings for each other? You know, typical rivals to lovers trope… Plus an awkward confession, if it isn’t too much? Thank you in advance! I love your blog a lot!”

Anonymous Asked: “Hi, could you please write a hitman/spy guy trying to apologize to the girl he had to give to the hitman boss and also trying confess his love for her?”

I’ve gotten several other requests that partially included confessions as well, so I figured I’d tackle them all here.

Different confession prompts:

As an apology:

1. “Look, I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but… I did it for you. So you’d be safe. Because I… care about you. A lot.”

2. “I know this isn’t the best time, but I thought you deserved to know: I… I love you. I have for… Longer than I can remember.”

3. “I didn’t have a choice. They never give me a choice. I could either let the one I love die-that’s you, by the way-or they’d… They’d go after your family.”

4. “Even if you can never forgive me, you deserve to know the truth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”


5. “No, I won’t calm down! You almost died, and I can’t lose you! … Not you. Please, not you.”

6. “Don’t you get it? I-I’ve tried to tell you, so many times, but it’s like you aren’t listening!”

7. “Why? Because I love you, okay? Because I. Love. You.”

8. “Please, just think about this! If you do this, you could die! I can’t lose someone else that I-”

Awkwardly: (Popular request,)

9. “I-You know I’m not good at this stuff. Words, and junk. But… You’re important. To me.”

10. “We need to talk. About something important. I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it. Just you, in general.”

11. “So, the thing is-you know how we weren’t even friends? But then, you know, we were? Are? So…. What if I don’t want to be friends anymore? Not that I want to go back to hating you, more like… I want to start… Dating you.”

12. “We should date. For science. Because I like science. And you.”

13. “If I kissed you, would you punch me? Because I want to kiss you, but not if you’re going to punch me.”

Over-the-top Romantic:

14. “The thing is, it’s you, okay? It has always been you, for as long as I can remember. And even if you never feel the same, that won’t change.”

15. “I will always choose you. Every day. Every time. No matter what. Because I love you that much.”

16. “I’ll sing it, if I have to. Shout it from the rooftops. Whatever it takes to make you believe it.”

17. “When I look at you, I see something I haven’t seen in a long time: A future. But only if you want it.”

As A Goodbye:

18. “I know this is too little, too late, but you deserve to know.”

19. “We’ll see each other again, right? I still need to spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you.”

20. “Shhh. Everything’s okay now, my love. I mean-No. No, that is what I mean.”

~I hope these help!~

Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

hey did you know that

i love betty finn

Fragments - Prologue/Preview

Word Count: 422

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None for now

A/N: This is my new Dean Series. It’s based on This Gif Blurb and I’m hoping I do it justice. The title may change. It’s a working title right now. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

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“That was amazing.” You laid your head on Dean’s chest, catching your breath while he ran his fingers through your hair. You pressed kisses to his tattoo, nuzzling against him. This was your Heaven. Just the two of you living your lives together like you should have. Nothing fancy.

“I love you.” Dean murmured into your hair, trailing his fingertips up and down your spine.

“Love you too.” You whispered back, nuzzling yourself further into him, pressing every bit of skin you could against his while his ministrations lulled you to sleep.

You woke up outside in the dark, face down in the wet grass. You were dressed in a flannel shirt with jeans and well-worn boots. The flannel was slightly torn and underneath was a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt with what looked like a dried blood- stain on the chest.

You pushed yourself up, wiping the grass from your face and clothes and looked around. You were on high alert. Any sound in the area made you twitchy and jumpy, like something was out to get you. When you were able to steady yourself on your feet, you did the one thing that made any sense, you ran. You ran through the bushes and the trees, letting them hit you and cut you. You ran until you couldn’t breathe anymore and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and crying, trying to figure out where you were and how the hell you got here.

“Are you alright?” You jumped at the new voice and turned around, collapsing to the ground on your back and scooting backwards on your elbows. “It’s ok. I’m a friend.” You took a good look at the person speaking. She didn’t look very threatening. She looked sweet, helpful even. She was a woman with long, blonde hair wearing nothing but a white nightgown and no shoes. She looked just as lost as you felt.

“No.” You breathed. “I don’t know how I got here.”

“I don’t know how I got here either. We’ll figure this out, ok?” She leaned down, offering her hand and you took it willingly, letting her help you up. “My name is Mary. What’s yours?” You opened your mouth to tell her your name and stopped immediately when nothing came to your mind. You kept searching your mind for anything, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. You looked back up into her eyes, swallowing hard and shaking your head, trying to hold back your panic and your tears.

“I – I don’t know.”

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frostbittemyheart  asked:

Omfg I love coming on your blog! Makes my experience in Kpop much more fun! Can I request a Jackson scenario? Where a fight turns into sexual tension. #dadsykinks4thewin thank you kindly!

I love you

In trouble:

“Jackson don’t touch me.” You snarled wrenching your wrist from the male’s grip walking into your shared house.

“Really Y/N? You’re going to be like this?” Jackson questioned slamming the door to house kicking off his shoes.

“You know what, screw you Jackson. Why don’t you just go find the girl you were eye fucking and talk it out with her.” You said angrily moving towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge finding a bottle water to chug down your parched mouth. Sighing Jackson came in the same space as you balling his hands up lightly he eyed you.

“Y/N it’s not like that and you know it.” He urged as he stare at you.

“Really baby?” You asked blinking your eyelashes and of course he fell for it smiling lightly thinking he was off the hook.

“Really baby girl.” He said gently pressing close to you.

“I have words.” You said sweetly smiling. “Piss. Off.” You barked chugging the rest of the water down before you made your way towards the room down the hallway. You heard Jackson growl and punch the way before he came chasing after you into the room.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He commanded staring at your frame his own body shaking and red.

“I do whatever I want. I don’t see anyone here who owns me.” You snapped at him moving to walk into your closet. “And quite frankly I don’t want any excuses. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight buddy.” You pushed a pillow at him starting to strip your clothes slowly.

“Because you think I was looking at another woman?” Jackson asked with his voice raising and bless the poor neighbors if they heard you. It wasn’t the fact that Jackson had been looking at another woman shit happens and sometimes you do it. You’re human. But that was over the limit. He kept staring at her while you were talking and holding his hand. It was embarrassing to see others look at you and judge your relationship.

“Jackson.. Please. Just get out.” You said softly pointing at the door. Voice quivering and eyes welling up you sighed softly. More than anything you felt your pride being hurt. You weren’t good enough for him. Not sexy enough and if a woman could so easily take his attention then what were you.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson shouted. He hated seeing you cry he hated himself for what he had done. It wasn’t like she was all that, she was just different curvy like you but she wasn’t you and he knew in his heart he only wanted to be with you. But how to prove it? “Don’t you cry behind another female or male.”

“HOW CAN I NOT?!” You yelled out tears streaking down our face as you balled up your fist tighter. “You looked at her like how you used to look at me! When did you stop caring Jackson? When did I not become enough for you? When wasn’t I sexy enough or beautiful enough to make your heart melt?! Will you leave me.. Daddy?” You said the name softly looking down at your feet as the running tears made soft dark puddle droplets beside your feet into the light brown carpet. Hearing you call him daddy broke everything in his mind. He only could focus on one thing, his cock stirring in his pants. He knew he had to make it up to you and this was step one. Sex didn’t change everything but it could make you see how needy he was for just you.

Sighing when he didn’t answer you walked out the room wanting to leave the tension filled space but Jackson snapped out of it. Following you he roughly pushed you against the wall causing you to gasp. You were going to scream at him but he silenced you with a kiss his hands ripping at your shirt. He tore the fabric wide open causing you to gasp giving him access to your mouth. He sucked on your tongue with his own dominating the kiss as his hands shoved up your skirt. His fingers found your panties and almost tearing them he roughly moved them to the side plunging two fingers inside of your damp pussy. Jackson pulled back to eye you with intensity and need.

“Do you really think I’d ever leave you for another fucking girl? Do you ever think I can’t fucking live without you? Huh! Your sassy ass mouth and charming ways. And let’s not forget this sweet pussy that I just love cumming in so much. You’re my princess and nobody else will fucking lay hands on you.” His words were almost a growl causing your stomach to tighten up as your pussy got wetter. He quickly gripped at your hips with one hand using his strength to lift you until he was wrapping only one of your legs around his neck and the other around his waist. Pulling back his drenched fingers he tongue fucked you sucking on your pussy harshly. Head moving side to side he made sure to run his tongue over everything once. Curving it and thrusting it rapidly against your spot causing you to cry out and pull at his hair trying to get him away from you but it didn’t work. His free hand gripped at your breast kneading the flesh one by one until he felt you tightening up on his tongue. Pulling out from you he sat you on your feet and spun you around to face the wall pinning you there. His free hand moved to yank down his zipper freeing his shaft. He kept his pants on gripping at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your dripping folds. In one go without warning he slammed into you pushing you both against the wall so that he could feel you up and you could take all of him. You cried out hands bracing on the wall for support but it didn’t last. Jackson pulled your body back a bit so that he could grab at your hips and pound into you. He growled out at how you started to scream for him, your juices sliding out of your wet cunt and onto his shaft. He spread your legs wide pressing a hand down your back making you arch so that he could angle his hips and abuse your spot. Again, and again he plowed into your pussy his hands switching from leaving bruises in your hips to grabbing at your breast and playing with them. Occasionally he slapped at them and pulled on your nipples causing you to damn near sob against the wall from the pleasure and pain. A hand drifted down to your clit and he rubbed at the bud quickly not giving you any time to prepare for his assault on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched more. Legs shaking you were resting your head against the wall so that you could hold yourself up in some kind of way. You couldn’t even warn Jackson of how close you were because all that left your lips were gibberish mixed in with his name but in a few more thrusts he had you shouting for mercy, cumming on his cock and going limp in his hold. Jackson pressed you back against the wall continuing to abuse your clit and fuck into you from behind slamming his hips against yours. You tried to pull away your body was sensitive and buzzing but he didn’t have that. Causing you to squirt as you came again Jackson filled you up to the brim his cock releasing long thick ropes of cum inside of you. Jackson felt his own legs buck and he held you against the wall letting both of your breathing calm down before he spoke.

“The fact that you think I would leave you. For anyone amazes me. I may look but I know what I have, or I wouldn’t be with you. You’re an amazing woman and I was an asshole for checking her out like that. And I could blame it on being a man or I can just man up and say I’m sorry. So, I apologize and if it happens again I will take whatever repercussion you give me. But I love you Y/N. Your pussy, your body and your smart-ass mouth and attitude. You’re my world and no matter what no woman will be able to change that.” He waited for an answer but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you frowning seeing more tears.

“I’m not crying.. You’re crying.” You teased shoving at him. “I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the couch. After you carry me and bathe me.” You teased him but he only thrusted his hips forward wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Or we could both stay here and fuck like rabbits until I get it right.”

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Im so happy because my little sister is 14 years/old and is trans since a few months so she connects so hard with marco and when we watched heinous together she was so happy and now she cant stop saying : ITS YA GIRL MARCO!! I really hope there's some way to thank nefcy somewhere. Even if its never 100% confirm, what she did is already amazing, thanks her and bless her soul!! i've been scrolling through your blog and showed the best stuff to my sis, she loved it all!!


Honestly I’m so happy to hear this oh my god Marco is so important

(i’m going to throw a brick at my face because i had to repost dis 4 damn times) y’all your bih niyah recently hit her goal of 1000 followers 👅 👅 👅  n i just wanted to thank you guys for showing all di love!! the fact det i’ve only had this blog for 5 months is crazy. i love you all so much n i’m so glad to have such great mutuals. there’s so many people i wan’t to get to know better, but i’m so awkward skjiksjj. just know det i lov y’all n i’m so thankful. tysm i’m- :’))))

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