i thought this was easy but i was wrong ; ;

“I have Asperger’s, but I wasn’t diagnosed for a long time. I was a polite child. I found it easy to concentrate at school. I had some problems socializing but that’s pretty normal for children. But my problem is that I’m too transparent. I kept trying to fix people. I could never just stand aside and let things be. I kept telling people what was wrong with their lives. I thought I was helping them. I just wanted everything to be in order. But I accidentally stirred up so much negativity. Now I’m sometimes afraid to talk to people. I don’t want to cause any problems. There’s no danger in what I just said– is there?”

(Montevideo, Uruguay)

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I didn’t realize how misinformed I was about skincare until I started practicing a little witchcraft. I thought that apricot scrubs were good, oil was bad, and that cystic acne couldn’t be treated topically. Oh, was I wrong. About a year ago, I befriended a 30 year practicing witch who had about 14 years cosmetology experience at the time. Having just discovered Paganism myself, I constantly bugged her about both subjects. She taught me some basics and I’ve been using them ever since. They really work. And it’s a nice and easy introduction to spells if you’re looking to get into somethin’ spooky. 

First things first: Apricot scrubs are TERRIBLE. Any facial scrub that has granules you can see is going to put tiny cuts in your already irritated face and make your acne more susceptible to infection/irritation. She recommended using a mixture of coconut oil and baking soda to make a paste that will very very gently remove dead skin without causing redness. People with rosacea should avoid using any type of scrub, even though this one is very mild. Never exfoliate more than 2-3 times a week, and never ever do it two days in a row. When you’re done, make sure you put as much oil as you can in the trash can- rinsing it off in the sink will clog the drain over time. And remember- the thicker the paste, the more coarse the scrub will be. Scrub using gentle yet wide circular motions, timing yourself at about 60 seconds. 

Oil is not bad for your skin! Coconut oil has tiny molecules unlike other oils, so it can penetrate hair and skin better than other oils. Coconut oil is excellent at pulling your natural facial oils out of your pores without stripping moisture. After you use the scrub, use a warm, damp wash cloth to gently wipe away the oil and baking soda. You should always moisturize immediately after cleansing, but I’ve noticed that after using this cleanser my skin doesn’t ususally need it. Besides coconut oil, lavender oil, grapeseed oil, and sweet almond oil are also very good for acne prone skin. Tea tree oil can be diluted heavily and applied to spot treat, but do not use more than once a week in small quantities or it will make your skin itchy and red. Always always always moisturize before putting on makeup by the way!

As for the face masks! I have a face mask recipe that will reduce my pore size by like 80-90%. Seriously. If I used it once a week I’d have perfect skin, but I don’t, so even when my skin is at its worst, this mask still kicks ass. I don’t have exact measurements for everything (or anything really) so please be patient with yourself when making them. But that’s the beauty of this recipe- you can change it to fit your skin problems with a little research and a trip to the health food store. Side note: Do the mask right after you use the scrub. Otherwise it won’t work as well.

The base of the mask is this magical powder called kaolin clay. I buy it in bulk at the health food store and it’s cheap as hell. It’s just a mild clay that turns to putty then hardens in ten minutes. I probably use ¾ cup, maybe even a full cup for a mask. Just depends on how many liquids you want to include. Star out small and add as you go.

After putting a starter amount of clay into a small bowl, I set that aside and start on the liquids. I like to use tea instead of water. I make a teensy amount of hot water then pour it over green tea, rose petals, and calendula petals. Green tea is anti-inflammatory, rose balances pH, and calendula is great for skin. Try to buy organic so you’re not dousing yourself in pesticides. I set these aside to brew. The less water you use, the stronger the tincture, and the less time you need to wait. 

I only have a few essential oils, but if you do a little research, it is super easy to pick out some that are good for skin and are non-comodegenetic (won’t clog pores). I take my little bowl of clay and start adding a few drops of lavender oil, a few drops of grapeseed oil, a squirt of sweet almond, and two tiny drops of tea tree. Other options are ylang ylang (good for oily skin), chamomile (very soothing), and clary sage (for reverse aging and puffiness). I would say maybe 5 oils would be a good maximum, just because you need room for the tea. 

Add the tea by holding the flowers back with a spoon and pouring tiny little amounts into the clay and oil mixture, stirring frequently so that you don’t get it too thin. You want it the texture of Elmer’s glue. If a few petals get into the mask, that’s fine. Some people add loose green tea leaves to their masks straight up, so whatever’s clever. Then just smear the mask on, avoiding the eye area if you used tea tree oil, and leave it on for about 10 minutes. It will harden so if you want to drink anything you should use a straw, and the mask will flake a bit towards the end, so be aware of that. Once the ten minutes is up, just splash wet water on your face to turn it back to glue texture, then wash off with warm water. This may take a while. Then after you dry your face with a clean towel, check out your pores in the mirror! This is my favorite part because there are patches of my skin when I don’t have visible pores at all, and where I do, they are so much lighter and smaller. The essential oils must penetrate the blackheads or something, I have no idea, but it does what no Biore strips or Clean and Clear scrub have ever done before. 

Make sure you moisturize after ! I have really bad acne so I follow up with benzoyl peroxide (doctor’s orders) and a light drugstore moisturizer to keep my pores looking like this as long as possible. I recommend doing this mask once a week at least, but definitely no more that once every three days. And don’t pop pimples! Give these remedies some time and you will see a huge difference. 

One more thing: Rose water. I make my own, but it can be bought at $30 a bottle at Sephora. However, I don’t use mine that often because it’s non-organic, so unless you have the hookup on organic roses, you might want to steer clear. Basically all it is is rose tea. I get roses from my boyfriend frequently, so I hang them up to dry thoroughly and then collect the petals in a burlap bag. Once I have a grocery bag’s worth, I toss them in a pot to boil. There are lots of ways to do this online, but mine is very simple. Just bring petals to a soft boil, steep until it’s dark red, then let cool. I store mine in a massive mason jar in the refrigerator. I leave some petals in there to make it stronger, but you can strain them immediately if you like. Definitely strain them before using the water to make you life a little easier.

I use rose water as a toner between cleansing and moisturizing. It’s cool from refrigeration, which calms any puffiness, and it apparently balances pH. Another cool thing about it is it moistens your face right before you moisturize. Lotion doesn’t always add moisture to your skin, it often just retains what moisture you have. So if you moisturize damp skin, you’ll retain more moisture. Seems weird but it works.

The witchcraft comes in where you want it to. I like to put intention in the stirring; meaning I stir right if I want to embrace good vibes and positive outcomes, stir left if I have something negative on my mind that I want to banish. I think there is magic in the herbs and oils themselves so I don’t get too fancy or chant, but it is totally a thing for people to chant while making these kinds of elixirs. Tumblr is full of awesome little rituals! I just tend to keep it simple. 

So anyways this is basically everything I know about skincare, and it was all taught to me by a woman in her late thirties that looks like she’s 24. Kudos if you read this entire thing! Seacrest out.

13 Reasons Why

Thoughts on 13 Reasons Why characters and a rating of how much I dislike them from 1 being “my baby!!!!” to 10 being “FUCK THEM THEY CAN ROT” 

Hannah Baker: Didn’t deserve everything she went through especially rape. She pushed some people away though and sometimes she was kind of idk how to word it but I didn’t like stuff about her at times. Either way she deserved so much better than what she got. Deserved to be happy with Clay. 2/10.

Clay Jensen: Will fight anyone for Hannah. He was so shy around her and didn’t know what to do whenever he was with her, he’s so precious. Sometimes there were some things he did that didn’t sit right with me but he definitely deserved a happy ending with Hannah Baker; they deserved to be happy and in love and ugh. Also… took like 4823707592 years to listen to the tapes? 2/10.

Tony Padilla: Gay POC which I love because we need more of them. I love him he was so patient with Clay and all he ever did was try and protect Hannah’s wishes. Glad he shared the tapes with Hannah’s parents because they deserved to know why she killed herself instead of being left in the dust wondering why. I was always so happy when he came on screen. CLAY LISTEN TO THE GODDAMN TAPES. 1/10.

Jeff Atkins: My pure cinnamon roll, didn’t deserve to die because of a stupid girl who couldn’t own up to her mistakes. I hate how nobody including his parents and except Clay never knew he wasn’t drunk that night he died. Just wanted Clay and Hannah together. Your fave is problematic: uses “unique” 7 times in an essay. -5435973495797/10. I love him forever, hes so great. Never did anything bad.

Justin Foley: Didn’t deserve the home life he had BUT i really hated him for what he did to Hannah and the fact that he’s a rape enabler and a rape apologist like he literally let his best friend rape his unconscious girlfriend, covered up for him, and lied to her about it and then when she found out, he STILL was justifying what he and Bryce did by telling her that he didn’t tell anyone because Bryce does all this shit for him. KNEW that whatever happened at that party was fucking Jessica up but didn’t come forward until the very end. Claims he cared for her but you don’t do that shit to someone you claim you care about. Fuck him for that. 8/10.

Jessica Davis: She was so cool and nice in the beginning but then I hated how she got mad at Hannah and slapped her for the list instead of Alex, like really??? You think she asked to be on that list?? PLEASE. But after all that, she was still nice towards her and was never ill-mannered when it came to Hannah. Also, can we talk about how she didn’t deserve to be raped??? Justin Foley DEFINITELY didn’t deserve her. YOU GO GIRL. TELL HIM YOU NEVER WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. 5/10.

Alex Standall: He made some poor decisions making that list for a stupid reason and then letting Hannah pay the price. I somewhat like him though. I think he was a redeemable character and had a conscience (although it was too late, rip Hannah Baker) and felt that he needed to own up to it and tell the truth, was ready for whatever penalty he was gonna get. Was the only one (for a while) who thought what the others were trying to do was stupid. He definitely deserved better too, he didn’t deserve to shoot himself (or in other theories, didn’t deserve to be shot by Tyler). Please be okay…please be alive, baby. 4/10. 

Courtney Crimsen: GIRL, BYE. I hate and will always hate her character so much. Her and Bryce should just rot. She was a rape apologist and only cared about herself. Like girl I get that coming out is hard, I haven’t even done it, but to fuck up Hannah’s life like that? Are you serious? Justified Bryce’s actions to hide her truth. And she fucked up Jessica’s life too, in my opinion. She tried so hard to convince herself (and others) that Hannah was lying, Bryce isn’t a rapist, and that Jessica was never raped just so she can stay in the fucking closet. Like there’s nothing wrong with being gay. And she has two gay dads for fucks sake. 10/10 would always hate her again. 

Zach Dempsey: I think he genuinely liked Hannah but after all the shit Hannah had been through and the fact that his friends were his friends, I definitely see Hannah’s side of why she shot him down. I think he, himself, was lonely too but in different way; just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they’re not lonely. Didn’t get compliments so he stole Hanah’s when she needed it most (I hate how he did that ugh like WHY…did you really need it?). Redeemable character, though. Also…HE KEPT HANNAH’S NOTE IN HIS WALLET!!! 5/10.

Tyler Down: Fuck him. A fucking creep. Like, he stalked people and took pictures of them when they were unaware (especially Hannah) and when she confronted him, HE FUCKING SENT THE PICTURE TO EVERYONE. Claims he “loved” Hannah but really?? FUCK HIM. Why did he even have so much guns? I’m pretty sure he’s planning a school shooting…fucking psychopath…”I can take care of myself” BOY BYE. And if he did shoot Alex, FUCK HIM EVEN MORE. 9/10.

Ryan Shaver: Didn’t respect Hannah’s wishes. Only cared about himself and poetry. Didn’t even care that Hannah didn’t want her shit to get out. I only liked him whenever he said Bryce is a rapist and that Courtney should just shut the fuck up and stop justifying Bryce’s actions. 8/10.

Marcus Cole: He cared more about himself and his reputation more than anyone. Thought he was the shit. Sexually assaulted Hannah then called her easy for refusing. 9/10.

Sheri: I liked her and she was genuinely nice but she crashed the stop sign and left a drunken Hannah at the scene and fled. Caused Jeff to die and I hate her for it. Though she reported it because she knew it was the right thing to do, it was already waaay too late. 6/10 because of Jeff.

Bryce: Rapist. Douchebag. Scum of the earth. He didn’t even think what he did was wrong. He raped two fucking girls and didn’t even feel remorse. He just thought every girl wanted him and that was that. I hate him so much, he can die. 102804802020x100000/10.

Mr. Porter: Could have tried better to stop Hannah from killing herself. She was set on suicide until she had doubts and needed just one person to help her and the one person she came to didn’t care enough to chase after her when she left his room that day. Worst. Guidance Counselor. Ever. 8/10.

when it comes down to it, I feel like the difference between Lup and Taako is essentially the difference between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral

John and Sherlock decide to take Rosie on a trip to the Holmes parents’ cottage and John is privately nervous at Rosie’s reaction.

But when they arrive, it’s clear there was nothing to worry about. Rosie is in raptures from the first moment, running about the garden while Sherlock’s father chases after her.

And then they all head inside, and Sherlock’s mother explains that they brought all of Mycroft and Sherlock’s old toys out of the loft, all spruced up and ready for Rosie to play with.

And it’s so wonderful to watch as John realises how loved Sherlock was as a child, and now, as Sherlock leans against the kitchen counter top, as relaxed as he’s ever been, pinching biscuits from a jar until his mother notices and jokingly swats him with a tea towel.

It’s all so beautifully natural and John’s heart aches with it. He hears Rosie giggling as Sherlock’s father shows her how to play Mouse Trap; Sherlock and his mother’s easy conversation:

“Is Myc not coming round, Sherlock?”

“Are you deliberately calling him that now just to piss h-um-annoy him? Think he’s with the foreign secretary, I don’t know.”

“Excellent, I can Skype call him again, he never answers his phone.”

“Oh my god, I thought he was joking when he said you-”

And all of a sudden the ache in John’s heart tightens and he slips out for some fresh air. He thought he had been practically silent but Sherlock is soon right behind him.

“Are you alright? Is there-did I do something wrong?”

And John’s eyes well up at the thought that Sherlock could even think that, and he shakes his head, voice choked: “No, I-of course not, it’s just I’ve-I never had-”

He gestures back inside, where Sherlock’s parents are chatting away to Rosie.

“I never had that,” John finally admits.

And the line of Sherlock’s mouth wavers, and he’s hugging John like his life depends on it.

“You have it here,” Sherlock tells him, soft yet fierce. “You have it now. Always.”

My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)

Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her. 

Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down. 

Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.

Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go. 

Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend. 

Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that

Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal. 

Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself. 

Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police. 

Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead. 

Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah. 

Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the  ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.  

Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation. 

Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission. 

Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems   

My Girlfriend's An Idiot

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Originally posted by sweetlambs

“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.  

“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you. 

You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.

“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”  

Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.” 

“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out. 

“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.” 

You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go. 

“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.” 

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.”  You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.” 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.” 

He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.” 

“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things. 

“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips. 

“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”  

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street. 

“Guess that’s my ride.” You said. 

He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile. 

He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back. 

You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push. 

You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two. 

The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach. 

“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge. 

“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.  

“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.  

“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.” 

“Sam.” 

“Jared.” 

“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone. 

They’re here. You texted Jasper. 

His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you. 

Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.

You ground your teeth, looking up briefly. 

“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone. 

“I’ll be down in a minute.”  You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.  

Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.

For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged. 

For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger.  He shot back.  

You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed. 

The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist. 

“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes. 

“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins. 

“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.” 

You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand. 

“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”  

You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you. 

“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”  

He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option. 

You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”  

Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?” 

“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”  

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?” 

“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.” 

Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.” 

He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.

You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.

“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”

You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.

Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.

“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.

“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.

“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.

What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.

“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.

“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.

He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.

“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.

“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”

You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”

Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.

“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.

“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.

“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.

“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.

Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.

You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”

Jasper just watched you. “What.”

You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”

“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.

“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.

see that’s the problem with people like us. we care too much. about everything, even the smallest things. “ill be back by 10” it’s 10:01 and you’re panicking.
you become the person who nags, the one who is constantly telling others “don’t do this and don’t do that”.
you try not to care, you try so goddamn hard but it’s the way you are. it’s the person you’ve become. you can’t just stop caring one day. i wish it were that easy, to just stop caring.
i care about the people around me more than i care about myself. i harm my body in ways more than one, but the thought of others being put in harms way scares the living shit out of me.
my darkest and worst fear, is seeing the people around me suffer. i can’t see it. i can’t see how people willingly are okay with harming themselves. how people don’t see how much i care.
the day i stop, i promise you, you’ll realise. i won’t be there to nag you and make you feel guilty for doing something wrong. i won’t be there to tell you not to do stuff you shouldn’t be doing. i’m not going to be there for you, because there’s only so much i’m gonna try and do for you.
one day i’m going to wake up, and that’s going to be it for me, and that’s the day you will realise you’ve lost someone who would have died for you.
I’ve said these words a million times over in my head. I’ve poured them out on page after page. I’ve never said them to you.

I was nervous the first time we met. I’ve never been more wrong than all the times building up to that moment when I thought we wouldn’t get along. Because from the first words we shared, we were home. And that only made me fall for you harder.

I knew I couldn’t have you. You were taken and I respected that but I still loved talking to you. I loved our friendship and over time I tricked myself into thinking that was enough. It wasn’t.

I always went back and forth. Loving you as a friend, and as more. Even when I knew it was wrong I continued to torture myself with fantasies of us being together. We were so good as friends that it was easy to imagine us as more. I still never told you.

You left two months ago, promising you’d come back. You never came back and now I’ll never tell you.
Got7 Reactions on you squirting for the first time

Mark

He’d be very proud of himself. He never thought, he would be able to do that to a woman but you proved him wrong. 

“It’s quite easy to fuck you up, huh?” he would wink and kiss you.

Originally posted by nochuie

Jaebum

It was such a turn on to him, when you squirted all over his body. He orgasmed hard right after you did. After he had ridden out his orgasm he licked your squirt off of his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good, Babe”

Jackson

He would be suprised that it was that easy to make you squirt. 

“Ooh, I did that? That means I’m a good lover”

He wants to make you squirt more often in the future.

Originally posted by hoseoker

Jinyoung

Never question his bed skills, off course he would make you cum that hard.

“My pleasure, princess. Anytime again”

Originally posted by aesgard

Youngjae

He never made anyone squirt before, but he’ll act all cool.

“Ready for another round?”

Originally posted by shiningmark

BamBam

He would sit in front of you afterwards and just smirk.

“Can we do this again, please?”

Originally posted by tanjhent

Yugyeom

He’d be all wet after you squirted all over him. At first he would be like “WTF?” but then he would just smile at you “That was some fun”

Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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The Curse of Limbo: Nightingale

I hate that I did not know how to love you. I hate how we ended. I hate that we’re no longer talking. I hate myself for how I treated you. I hate that I called you a bitch that one time when we were downtown. I really screwed things up between us, didn’t I? You know something? I messed you up in the head, I did. But I fucked myself over too. Drugs come easy when you’re trying to forget. When you put so much into someone and left with so little of your own thoughts… that doesn’t even begin to define lost… I’m no longer in love with you, but I still write about you– it’s about the same thing, right? Did those years have meaning? Your sister in law once said to me that in a relationship– one person always loves the other person more. She said that I was the one to love too hard. Was I wrong? I still hold you pretty high. You forgive. You give my tears a stop sign. I realized a few things since you’ve been gone. It’s not love just because two people say I love you to one another. It’s not love just because there was passion. It’s not love just because it hurts. It’s not love just because we can hold it while it’s broken. It’s not love just because your parents didn’t accept us. It’s not love just because we accepted us. It’s not love just because you got me into poetry. It’s not love just because I still miss you. It’s not love just because I still love you. It’s not love just because all of the plans we’ve made. It’s not love. It’s not love. But at the time?

it was all I ever knew about love.

I honestly don’t know. Am I doing something wrong? It’s just really confusing right now. I was just being myself. Typical, lame, weird ole’ me and then this happened. I just want things to go back to the way they were. It was simple, matter of fact, EASY! Now things are complicated and stressful so that’s why I’m writing to you. I’m writing to you to express my thoughts, feelings, moments, and everything else that I feel as though I can’t express towards another human being. I just don’t want to be judged or be looked at differently because I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t right? I didn’t do anything wrong? Did I?
—  thisismee15 

Here are a few of my heroes. Andy biersack, vic fuentes, kellin quinn, oliver sykes, lawrence taylor and My Chemical Romance. Andy, oli, vic, kellin and MCR have been there for me in the darkest of times. 2013 was a time when i didn’t want to live anymore. I had given up. Those amazing people and their bands helped me to get through everything. I thought that was the worst time but i was wrong. The battle has just started. All the voices in my head, all the hallucinations and all the traumas i have had take my power. I break down crying and screaming… feeling like burning inside. Still i stand up every day. Every day starts with these bands… even now i have the breakdown and i’m listening to bmth. I knew this wouldn’t be easy. DID, dissociative identity disorder is what i have. I’m afraid to get close… to have new friends. I’m a lunatic for those who do not know what DID is. This would never have been my choice…to get DID. Every help i can get is needed.. cause i can’t do this on my own…i lose the battle often but never the war. The feeling of drowning, burning inside and being so anxious and scared all the time feels like hell. But this is what life is.. without these 6 bands i would have given up long time ago💔 while she sleeps is so important to me… all the lyrics and meanings are important for the whole system❤️ thank you andy, oli, vic, kellin, lawrence, MCR for saving me❤️

Imagine when the Winchesters hug they pull you in without a thought, giving you the chance to make an important announcement. Just like Dean does.

You looked with a smile on your face as the three Winchesters hugged, the younger one being the tallest; able to wrap his arms around both his mother and older brother. You bit your lip as after one last glance you turned and walked away carefully; not to disturb them. You didn’t want to ruin the moment and considering they’d have quiet a few things to talk about it was better to leave them alone.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going?” it was Dean’s voice that caught your attention. You turned around to look at them, your eyebrows shot up as you blinked several times.

“I uh- I was gonna- I thought-” you stutter, shifting several times in your place; lips parted as you didn’t know what to tell them.

“Get your ass right here before you make me do it.” Dean said seriously but still had a playful smile on his face.

“I thought that you three wanted-” you mumbled, taking tentative steps towards them.

“What? A family moment?” Sam asked with a small smirk.

“(Y/n) you are part of this family, even I get to say it.” Mary added with a fond smile as you bit the inside of you cheek.

“I’m-” you fidgeted with your hands “I only thought that you wanted this to be amongst the three of you. You know, a Winchester thing?” you shrugged softly as Dean opened and arm for you to walk towards him.

“And since when are you not a Winchester?” Sam asked with a chuckled and you bit your lip to keep your smile from get wider.

“I’m-”

“What? Not officially?” Mary asked with a smile “Well, that can be arranged. Right Dean?” she looked at her older son who shifted uncomfortably in his place. He cleared his throat as he gave not only his mother but also brother a dirty look.

You giggled, leaning up to peck Dean’s cheek who did exactly the same, burying his face at the crook of your neck for a moment “Sweetheart” he spoke up before finally looking you “You are a Winchester, I don’t care what our fucking DNA might say or what the papers say. You are one of us, end of discussion.”

“Agreed, besides you are more like both me and Dean than we are similar to each other.” Sam added with a chuckle as he looked down at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at three of them, Dean’s arm around your shoulders made your heart beat all the more fast. Should you really say it? You had been wanting to for quiet a long while but was this really the right moment?

“Exactly” Mary said with a smile “Besides, to be honest I feel like I owe you. You had been taking care of my boys ever since you met them.”

“I love them, there is no questioning that. They’re both very important to me.” you wrapped one arm around Sam and the other around Dean, rubbing his back softly.

“Well, one might be just a little more than the other.” Sam said with a sly smirk and you hit the back of his head.

“Jealous Sammy? Can’t help if I have a thing for men in leather and terrible jokes.” you shrugged just as Dean exclaimed.

“Hey!” he looked offended for a moment and you giggled at his expression.

“Don’t worry (Y/n), that’s what they use to get all the girls. Trust me, been through that.” Mary said giving you a look and a sly smirk and you giggled as the Winchesters made a face at her words.

You chuckled as no other words were exchanged and Dean and Sam tightened their holds on you, squeezing you tightly. You couldn’t help but grin as Dean kissed the top of your head, resting his forehead against yours as he smiled down at you softly. It wasnt as big as you’d like but it true and that was all that you needed for the moment.

“Whoa easy there, you’re gonna squeeze the life out of us.” you giggled as Sam and Dean pulled slightly away.

“I mean don’t get me wrong, we’re Winchesters: death is out bitch-” you chuckled “But we need to be born first, don’t we?” you placed a hand over your stomach and all smiles faded as their eyes widened.

“What?” Dean breathed out and you bit your lip, looking at your boyfriend.

“Thought I should wait a little more to tell you but seeing as this is all a family thing I thought I should tell you that… the family’s getting bigger than you think.” you said with a shy smile and Mary was the first one to react.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/n)! Congratulations!” she grinned, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged you tightly and you giggled.

“Thanks Mary, must be all weird to think you’re going to be a grandmother now when your own son is older than you.” you chuckled and she shook her head.

“We’ve already established, we are like no other family out there.” she said before turning to look at Dean who had an awestruck face on “So, are you not going to say something or what?”

“I- I- what should- I- I’m going to be a father?” he breathed out after a lot of stuttering and you smiled, nodding your head softly.

“Well, it’s obviously not only the pie I have in here.” you chuckled and he shook his head with a laugh. In an instant he wrapped his arms around and picked you up, spinning as the both of you laughed. A squeak left your lips as he set you down but you didn’t have time to say anything as he grabbed your face and pressed his lips hard against yours.

“A baby- it’s- I’m-” he breathed out a laugh, not being able to form the right words “Hear that Sammy?” his grin was hard to contain “You’re going to be an uncle. It’s- Another Winchester’s coming.” he bit his lower lip, looking back at you as he rested his forehead against yours “Baby Winchester.” he breathed out, closing his yes for a moment and taking your breath away as you saw the single tear run down his cheek.

“And while we’re at it-” Mary spoke up with what could only be described as a knowing smirk “Dean, how about you make that (Y/n) Winchester more official huh? Would be about damn time.” she said as you looked with a frown between her and Sam that had an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Wh-what?” you blinked, looking back at Dean who had a nervous smile on. His one hand was already in his pocket as he was fidgeting with something in there.

“Dean?” you whispered, frowning.

“Well, I gotta admit I would real like to hear that (Y/n) Winchester once or twice to be honest.” he breathed out with an awkward chuckle.

“What… do you mean?” you mumbled but your eyes widened and all air got caught in your lungs as you saw him move down… on one knee and pulled that one small thing from his pocket.

starters

idk i’ll just keep adding to this every now and then

1. “i’m not here because i want to be. i’m here because i made a promise, and i keep my promises.”
2. “i remember; we did that all the time when we were younger.”
3. “i didn’t mean to break your heart.”
4. “i didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
5. “i hate you. you’re everywhere, and i can’t escape you. i can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you.”
6. “i know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me once more.”
7. “no matter what, i’ll always remember you this way.”
8. “let’s go for a drive.”
9. “because even if it hurts, i can’t bear to see you unhappy.”
10. “save me a dance, will you?”
11. “but everyone’s watching”
12. “even after everything, i don’t regret loving you.”
13. “i can’t believe you just said that.”
14. “i wish you didn’t have to go.”
15. “remind me again of how much you love me.”
16. “teach me.”
17. “can i hold your hand?”
18. “would you mind? i just need someone right now.”
19. “you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves.”
20. “i promise i won’t let you fall.”
21. “please don’t ever do that again.”
22. “what’s wrong with me?”
23. “how did we get here?”
24. “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”
25. “pretty please”
26. “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him/her anymore.”
27. “i’ll go if that’s what’ll make you happy.”
28. “i don’t need you. i don’t need anyone.”
29. “now, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already.”
30. “you’re so pretty.”
31. “help me understand.”
32. “i can’t live like this anymore!”
33. “why do you keep lying to me?”
34. “it hurts to look at you.”
35. “she/he and i were friends once.”
36. “that’s bullshit and you know it!”
37. “it’s 3 am. wanna go get some pizza?”
38. “a milkshake with two straws? how romantic!”
39. “someone once told me that we fall in love with beauty.”
40. “we all make mistakes; we’re human. it’s what we do.”
41. “prove me wrong.”
42. “i’ll do it myself if i have to.”
43. “take me anywhere but here.”
44. “you already have all of me.”
45. “all i know is that the stars have never looked brighter than in this moment with you.”
46. “for you sake, i hope you’re wrong.”
47. “i did everything for you.”
48. “i’d give away everything i own if it meant i could be with you.”
49. “i wish i could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.”
50. “i wish we could go back to when you could be you and i could be me.”
51. “you’ve never looked more beautiful than you are in this moment.”
52. “yeah, my heart does that when i’m around you.”
53. “keep it in your pants!”
54. “is that a drawing of me?”
55. “sing for me?”
56. “will you be here when i wake up?”
57. “tell me, did you even love me?”
58. “will you think about someone else for once?”
59. “i can’t believe you thought i ever loved you.”
60. “people always leave me. you’re the only constant person in my life.”
61. “you’ll leave me eventually; they all do.”
62. “hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”
63. “oh cmon, everyone’s got a story.”
64. “i know your secret.”
65. “i’d be careful if i were you.”
66. “what’s wrong with guys/girls like me?”
67. “it’s so easy to fall in love with you.”
68. “you got what you wanted; now go!”
69. “i wish we could go back to the way things used to be.”
70. “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to break my heart.”
71. “would you like an award for that?”
72. “i’m completely and utterly in love with you, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
73. “thanks for, you know, sticking with me.”
74. “it’s you and me against the world, kid.”
75. “i hate you, and i wish we never met.”

I'm the Boss // Min Yoongi  ♥

Request: Could you do a (BWAM) daddy Suga? Where you’ve been misbehaving? Thank you so much!

Suga/Yoogni (ft. Jungkook)

Description: Ever since you and Yoogni been working together at his business, you guys been sharing a steamimg relationship behind closed doors. When Yoogni says “no” to sex, you become a bad girl and get fucked in multiple places in the office.


You stared at Yoongi from a distance, biting your botttom lip having continuous images of him fucking you with no mercy over the glass desk. Yoongi would be pulling your black tight curls back, standing up, making your head rest on his shoulder, loving the way you screamed out his name. Or he’d be sitting on the brown tall chair, watching you bounce on his thick cock, moaning out your name.

“Y/N!” You threw your head back,gripping your breast as Yoongi’s loud chants filled your ego.

“Y/N!” Feeling his thickness fill you up, your walls clenched around his cock like a vise, having an orgasm rip through you-

“Y/N!” You jumped up looking at Yoongi. “Y-yes?” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I told you- could you please go refill my cup?” Jung kook snickered making you blushed. You nodded and walked over to grabbed his mug, walking over to the coffee he had placed next to the door. You started pouring when your your eyes got focused on something better.

Yoongi.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him focus on the paperwork. Its not what many girls would find attractive in a guy but you found it the most sexiest thing about him.

He looked up at you and his eyes widened. “Y/N!” You looked down and saw the coffee was spilling over on your hand. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” You mumbled wiping your hand. Yoongi sighed disappointed making you blush in embarassment. I really need to stop thinking about him, you thought. You wiped your hands and poured cream before walking over and handing it to him.

 “I’ll be back after I fix the mistake alright, hung. See you, Y/N,” Jungkook waved as he walks out. Now it was you and Yoongi alone. You took a deep breath before walking over to him. “Here Yoongi,” you sat it down. About to walk back, Yoongi grabbed your wrist making you stop. You turned around to face him and he slowly lifted his head up amd met eyes with yours. Just staring made you drip. You stepped back to him, closing your legs tightly a bit.

“Y-yes Yoongi-” “whats wrong with you? Why haven’t you been concentrating lately?” He asked quietly in a stern voice. Your not making it easy! You thought when the stern voice went straight to your core.

“U-um its nothing,” you responded. Ypongi raised a brow. “Tell me.” “Its embarassing,” you tugged on your wrist and Yoongi held jt tighter.

“I will release you for the night and you won’t get paid- now tell me why haven’t you been concentrating,” he said the last part with gritted teeth.

You,” you whispered. “I can’t focus because all I think about is your fucking me senseless over this desk.” Yoongi released you after you said that and chuckled.

“I fucked you last night jagiya,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on the desk staring at him.

“But I want you now.” Yoongi shook his head. “I’m sorry sweetie, but I can’t. I’m busy,” he shrugged and went back onto his laptop. Fuck it, you thought. If you weren’t going to get it your way, you had to make him want it.

You slid his papers and laptop over and climbed on the desk, crawling to him sexily, grabbing his tie, before attaching your lips top his. Surprised, he kissed you back. You tugged on his tie a bit nore as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, being the dominant. When Yoongi tried to traded roles you pulled away, a string of saliva attached to the bottom of both of your bottom lips. You licked it way, making him surprised, and winkes at him. You pulled back and laid on your aas, spreading your legs apart, showing him your soiled panties. You lifted your pencil skirt, giving him a better view before rub your clit, your hips matching your movements.

Yoongi looked between your caramel thighs as your touched yourself. You knew he was getting excited by the way he gulped down a lump. You threw your head back, gripping your clothed breast. “A-ah Yoongi!”

Y/N..” You didn’t respond. You stuck your middle and ring finger in your perfect plump lips as you twirled your hips in Yoongi’s face.

Y/N..” You inched your core closer to him and you went to the pen he was holding qnd grinded your core against the plastic, feeling the cold metal play with your slit and clit. You threw your head back moaning. “O-oh Daddy!”

Kitten,” he mumbled. You stopped and lifted your head, pouting when you saw his lust filled eyes.

Yes daddy?” You responded in a cute moan. Yoongi stood up and pushed you down, attacking your lips. He aggressively made out with you on the desk’ gripping your hip, dragging his nails down your thigh. Yoongi tried to put his tongue in your mouth but you denied making him frown. You tugged on his bottom lip as he pulled away. When you released and gave a teasing smiling. Yoongi having enough of your bullshit, surprising you, grabbed your neck tightly making you choke.

“Ive had enough of you, kitten,” he whispered. Turning your head, he kissed your cheek sloppily. “Wanna be a dirty little slut?” He asked. When you didn’t respond, he forcefully grabbed your face making you look at him. He stared into your eyes and kissed your squished lips roughly. You tried to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled away.

“Daddy’s gonna ruin you,” he said as he took off his jacket. He unbuttoned his dress pants and zipper and with one swift movement, he pulled his cock out. You stared at the thick veined cock. You bit your bottom lip staring at it. Yoongi grabbed the front of your panties and ripped it off. Your eyes stared at him like he was insane, but he didn’t care.

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Long Distance (Chap One)(Stuckony)

Welcome to the Story! Non-powered AU here, just a love story between our three favorites!

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Tony Stark was having a bad day.

Really, just the worst.

Starting with ripping the sleeve of his favorite shirt as he turned a corner, because apparently it was too much to ask for no nails to be sticking out of a door jam.

Then a meeting, which should have been barely more than a meet and greet with a quick signing of a new contract, had disintegrated into chaos when the representatives of the German tech company had taken offense to… something. Or been annoyed about… something… or whatever. Tony had already had a headache and was barely listening, and had been taken by complete surprise when the shouting had started and Pepper had gone into full reconciliation mode to try and salvage it.

Her best efforts hadn’t succeeded, and almost a year’s worth of negotiations had gone down the drain the Germans had torn up the contract and left in a huff, muttering angrily under their breaths while Tony just stared in disbelief.

He had been furious, but it wasn’t like it was Peppers fault, so he had just loosened his tie and opened the bar in the conference room, ready for a drink at one in the afternoon.

A speeding ticket from a motorcycle cop as he had went racing down the freeway. Lovely. Traffic cops were…were… hard working civil servants who deserved his respect (as Pepper had reminded him so many times) but still the biggest pain in his ass. And expensive ones too.

A phone call from a reporter around four in the afternoon, asking if he cared to comment on the stories his ex girlfriend was sharing about him. “Ex?” he had asked, and that’s how he had found out that Shawna had dumped him, and then tried to sell some sleazy tale to a tabloid. Something about his habits in bed and weird beauty rituals.

He had called Pepper in a panic, and she was already on damage control, already making sure that everyone knew that Shawna was simply angry that she had been a fling and that Tony Stark hadn’t kept her around for very long. Pepper also made sure to tell anyone who asked that Tony hadn’t even let Shawna stay overnight in the penthouse, so there was no way she would know anything of importance about him, and any paper that printed anything as else would absolutely be taken to court.

Pepper was the best, always putting out fires, and Tony promised her a new present. Then he hung up the phone and pounded at his steering wheel because he had actually really liked Shawna and thought that maybe she had seen past the name and the money and the penthouse apartment to like him back.


Apparently not.

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