i touched myself to this picture

i got good lighting in my room today, so i finally took a haul picture of the stationery i bought as a birthday gift to myself 😂

uniball jetstream refills, tombow dual brush pens, and pentel fude touch sign pen from jetpens; kokuyo dual soft color highlighters from amazon :)

// taken from my studygram

I loved you too much to notice. When you started coming home later I pushed it to the back of my mind. When your jaw clenched and your fingers dug into your palm I ignored it. When shot glasses replaced picture frames I kept a smile. I let myself see the you I first met. The you who had a touch so gentle it was as if there was no contact at all. The you who’s smile was so bright it almost made you forget about the world outside. You, who chased away my demons even when they towered over you. You who promised forever, who promised a future. You who laughed like a child and loved like it kept you alive. The you who loved art and would jump during horror movies. The you who swore to protect me from the monsters in the movies and the closet. But soon enough the monsters from the movies could be seen behind your eyes and while I was drunk on you, you were drunk on whiskey.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2

I imagine that when Marinette finally asks Adrien on a date it will be with full Ladybug confidence and full Marinette awkwardness. (She probably fell into that position and only narrowly avoided calling him “hot stuff”)

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Posting a picture of myself in a bathing suit is VERY hard for me. I have never been one to show off too much skin, and it’s not just because I’m a larger woman.
After this amazing #Wrestlemania weekend I had a chance to speak to a bunch of young women & men. Most, if not all of them, mentioned that my #BodyPositive mindset had helped them to be able to find confidence within themselves, which really touched me and even brought me to tears numerous times. Thankfully I have always had a family that has supported me and has always reminded me that my beauty comes from within, especially my mother. She constantly reminded me that “no matter how beautiful you are on the outside, if you’re insides are ugly, that will be what everyone sees & feels.” Don’t get me wrong, there have been many occasions where I wished I could be thinner or have a different nose or hairline to fit in, but I realized that fitting in is not always as important as it seems; I realized that I love standing out in positive ways!

I love sending a message of self-confidence and getting to share that with people. Self-confidence also goes along with being healthy! I work out all the time, I eat healthy & try (emphasis on TRY) to get as much sleep as I can. There are obviously times where I love to pig out and enjoy myself, but I always make sure to never lose my focus on being healthy, because no matter what, your health is the number one most important thing in life. We aren’t meant to look the same, but we are all meant to be healthy. We are all beautiful in different ways. Staying healthy adds to beauty. Even more importantly, it will increase your self-confidence. That’s been my experience at least 😉. #JaxJungle #NotLikeMost #PowerOfBeingYou

Imagination Land

I’ve been able to read minds since I was a child. It’s not really like how you see in the movies, though. It’s not like listening to the radio. It’s much more immersive. I experience everything as if I’m really there. It’s a thrilling experience when you read the right minds. The trouble is really with finding minds worth reading.

Frankly, reading adults is as fun as doing taxes. Kids’ minds, on the other hand, are amazing. They’re not bogged down with work and stress and dissatisfaction. The mind of a child is filled with imagination and adventure. That’s why I became a kindergarten teacher.

I sit at my desk and watch as my class colors. I smile as they doodle away with their crayons. I reach out and peek into their minds. In an instant, I take off with Carlos in a rocket ship, hurtling past swirling galaxies. I visit far-off planets full of blob-like aliens and two-headed martians. I smile and move on to Marcy. I can smell the candy canes and jelly beans as I’m pulled into a veritable candyland, complete with gumdrop castles and caramel waterfalls. She plays hopscotch with gingerbread men, giggling her musical little laugh.

I’m about to move on to Thomas when I feel a tug at my dress. I look down to see Sarah. She’s one of the most adorable little girls I’ve ever seen. Beautiful brown curls, big puppy dog eyes, and a gleaming smile.

“Miss Dupree, I made this for you!” she exclaims, handing me a paper. I take it from her and see myself in stick figure form. “I Luv Ms. Doopry” is scrawled across the top in multiple colors.

“I love it!” I exclaim and give her a great big hug.

Sarah’s only been with the class for a couple days and I have yet to have a peek at her hopes and dreams. I reach out and touch her mind. And I nearly vomit.

I choke as I’m hit with wave after wave of the hot, fetid stench of death. My mind’s eye is blinded by a darkness which seems almost alive, spilling into my brain, seeking to blot out everything it touches. In the void, I feel slimy coils roiling around me, wrapping around my legs, pressing against my face, a gigantic beast hungrily probing the darkness in search for food. And then a keening wail rises up, nearly bursting my eardrums. The screams of thousands of souls, crying out in sorrow. Crying out for death.

And then I’m back in the classroom. I let go of Sarah and compose myself, hoping she can’t see me shaking.

“That’s a lovely picture, Sarah,” I say, nearly whispering. “Now go along and get ready for snack time, alright?”

She nods happily and skips off. I watch her as she goes. The minds of children are the most wonderful thing in the universe. But whatever that thing in the blue dress is, it is no child.

Don't touch

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin wrecks you for teasing him and touching his things. (Male!dom, vibrator, explicit language, dirty talk)
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Originally posted by mvssmedia

It was only about 9pm, but you had already become restless. Jimin said he would be home within the next hour, but you didn’t feel like waiting. An hour wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t teased you with those pictures and dirty text messages. “I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait til’ I get home so I can fuck you all night. Let me see you..” His words were simple and his messages short, but that didn’t lessen the effect they had on you. After a good half minute of you not replying, he sent a picture of himself, shirtless, sweaty, and hard, standing in the practice room mirror, an incentive for you to do the same. You could tell that it was a different room than the one he normally practiced in, the room that you always snuck off to during or after practices to make out or fondle each other in the short 10 minute breaks that he had. Promises were always made in that room, dirty promises of what would happen once you got home, and the thought of Jimin in his current state standing in the room filled with your dirty secrets, turned you on more than it probably should have.

You stripped yourself of all of your clothing except for your lingerie. It was the set that Jimin liked on you the most and you wanted to tease him a bit. You sat in front of your full length mirror with bent legs. That’s when you noticed the obvious wet patch in the center of your panties, clearly a darker shade of pink than the lightly tinted undergarments you were wearing. You decided to show it off to let him know just how horny you were. With both legs bent, you opened your legs, leaving one up and ran your free hand through your slightly messy hair, biting your lip seductively and looking in the mirror with innocent doe eyes. You knew the contrast would drive Jimin crazy, he loved when you acted innocent but he loved your slutty side even more and the combination was an instant turn on for him.

After taking multiple pictures from different angles, you chose the best one and wrote a caption. It said “look at what you do to me” and when you were finished adding filters and emojis, you sent the snapchat. You didn’t want your dirty pictures to stay on Jimin’s phone and accidentally be discovered if the boys were being nosy and looked over his shoulder, so you played it safe and only set the time for 3 seconds. Immediately a notification popped up on the screen that ~Jiminnie💕~ took a screenshot. You waited for his reply.

He sent you a selfie with the caption “I haven’t even done anything… Yet 😏”. You weren’t quite happy with stopping there so you decided to strip out of the lingerie and take a picture with your legs spread. Your face was cropped out so that he could only see you biting your lip, but he had a clear view of the rest of your exposed body, especially your glistening heat. No caption was needed and he replied almost immediately, but not without taking another screenshot. “Mmmm.. Make sure you save me some dessert” followed by another snap of him sticking his tongue out saying “I’m hungry 👅💦”. Just as you were about to reply to him, he snapped you again. “I almost got caught 😳” and his face mimicked the emoji as he looked away with a blush on his face. You giggled. “Make sure you hide that boner 🍆”. Soon after, he texted you that he had to go back to practicing and that he would be home in another 45 minutes. You didn’t want to rush him, but you needed him so bad. Even though it was probably the biggest thing on his mind at the moment, you still decided to remind him how horny you were and told him to practice well and hurry home.

So here you are, in your shared home, naked, horny, and lonely for a whole 45 minutes. What else were you going to do? At first you tried to preoccupy your mind by going on social media and listening to music, but that didn’t help. Mainly because the first song that came on was House of Cards and your tumblr feed was full of Jimin smuts and gifs of him being sexy or cute. Your core was throbbing and swollen, begging for attention, but you desperately wanted to wait for Jimin. 30 minutes, you thought running your hand through your hair.

Finally giving up, you opened tumblr again and clicked on one of the smuts. Although you were dating the actual Jimin, it was always interesting to see what fans thought he was like, especially in bed. Personally, you liked to read the kinkier smuts because they turned you on, but truthfully, you liked all of the stories. As you read, your hand skimmed down your body and you imagined Jimin touching you like he was in the story. When your fingers made contact with your wet heat, you whimpered, already so sensitive. Your hand moved as you followed along with the words, fingering yourself and moving based on what was written. You got lost in the feeling quickly and you didn’t even realize when you stopped reading, your hand taking over.

The sound of Jimin coming through the front door was drowned out by your own ragged breaths as you picked up speed, beginning to tremble at the stimulation. Upon hearing your moans and gasps, Jimin quickly put down his things, took off his shoes and hurried to the bedroom to find the door half open. He smirked at the sight of you, forehead glistening, fingers working feverishly at your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance and coming out again, slick with your arousol. He was mesmerized by your beauty as he stood silently in the doorway, bulge ever prominent in his tight pants. When he snapped out of it, he walked towards the bed.

Still lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice him until he was fairly close to you and his words cut through the thick air. “Let me help you with that.”

Your eyes shot open, but your hand never stopped, hitting your bundle of nerves in the right way, making you moan and throw you head back again. Jimin took advantage of this angle and attacked your neck with kisses, moving your hair out of the way as he sucked marks into your flesh. The pleasure ricocheted through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Who told you you could play with my things?” He mumbled against your skin.

“I’m s-sorry… I.. couldn’t wait.” You managed to get out, slowing your hand as his lips found yours. He grabbed your hand, moving it and replacing it with his own. His fingers moved slowly as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. You moaned on his lips when he added more pressure to your clit, his fingers running sensual circles around the bud.

Pulling away from you, he took off his shirt, coming back down to kiss your lips briefly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His already hard cock sprung free and stood tall against his stomach, the sight sending heat to your core. You licked your lips at the sight.

He leaned over you, arms caging your body, lips connecting and moving as one. Before you could process it, you were flipped on top of him, lips never leaving each other. You pulled away and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, darkened by lust.

“Sit on my face.” He softly commanded. You complied, but still questioned him. But then you understood where he was going and carefully turned around and backed up so that you were hovering over his mouth facing his feet. You and Jimin didn’t 69 often, but you always loved it when you did.

You gripped his member with a firm hold and pumped him a few times. A drop of precum leaked from the tip and you ran your tongue over his slit, tasting him. He let out a breath of relief and the hot air hit your wet core, causing you to shudder. You felt his arms wrap around your thighs and lock you in place, bringing you closer to his mouth. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to function properly when he started working on you, you took his length into your mouth and he gasped at the feeling. Bobbing your head a few times, you wiggled your ass over him, your clit begging for attention and you were sure you were dripping onto him.

Jimin wasted no time flattening his tongue against you, dragging it through your folds slowly, collecting your arousol on his tongue and flicking at your sensitive nub. Your thoughts were momentarily clouded by the pleasure until you felt Jimin throbbing in your mouth, waiting patiently for you to return the favor. You rolled your tongue around the head before dipping down to take more of him in your mouth. Trying not to focus on how fucking good his tongue felt on you, you gripped him at the base and began bobbing your head up and down on his length. A guttural moan escaped his lips as Jimin pulled you farther down to suck on your clit roughly. Your movements stuttered a bit before you forced yourself to continue to move. He then started shaking his head side to side against you and you had to pull away from him to whimper his name.

“J-Jimin ohhh, right there!” You sat up and let your hands work on him as your body was taken by the pleasure. Jimin’s tongue was always amazing but today was something else. You felt your body tightening up as your climax approached, legs trembling beneath you. Now you were unconsciously grinding on his face and spitting profanities into the air. Jimin hummed from under you and the vibrations went straight up your core. One of your hands let go of him to pinch at your nipples, adding to the sensations and bringing you closer to your end. You weren’t entirely sure if you were still pumping him but you could feel your hand squeezing him as you tried to regain some motor functions. Jimin’s tongue travelled up and down your slit, dipping in to tongue fuck you and then going back to licking and sucking.

You could feel it building up, but your orgasm still took you by surprise. You let go of Jimin entirely in favor of gripping his muscular thighs for support as your body shook on top of him. The unexpected snap in your core made you scream for Jimin as your back arched and white flashed behind your eyelids. You were unaware that you hadn’t been breathing until you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Jimin didn’t stop his ministrations, however, wanting to drag out your high for as long as possible so when you began raising off of his face from the overstimulation, he gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you back down to his mouth making you squirm and cry out.
Your nails dug into his legs and you practically started hyperventilating on top of him, so he let go of you with one more kiss to your clit and let you roll off of him.

“Mmmmm, baby you taste good.” Jimin licked his lips to clean you off of them and you let out a dry laugh of disbelief that he just did that to you.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked him breathlessly, still shuddering from the sensitivity. He giggled and rolled to his side to put an arm over you.

“Punishment for being so impatient.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. “But now you have to make it up to me.” This statement reminded you about his unattended boner that you abandoned in favor of your own orgasm and you suddenly felt bad.

“What were you thinking?” You asked slowly, although completely ready to please him however he wanted.

“I was thinking you play by my rules tonight since you like to break them so much.” He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled widely. “You seem to think its cute to send those dirty pictures to me when I’m at practice. Well I don’t appreciate it.”

“You asked for it. You said you wanted to see me so I showed you all of me.” You were staring at the ceiling, scared that if you looked into his eyes you would see the intensity and sheer darkness that possessed his gaze and you would be trapped, lured into him by lust. His hand moved up your torso to cup one of your breasts and a sigh escaped your lips. “You sent me pictures first anyway. How do you think your dirty messages made me feel?” You bit your lip, glancing over at him and getting immediately intimated by the passion in his eyes.

“Even so, I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” He gave your nipple a pinch to emphasize his words and you mewled, letting your body give in to him, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Stand up.

His voice came out low and dominant, telling you that this was a command and not a suggestion. He removed his arm and hand from your waist and you blinked at him before hesitantly standing at the side of the bed. You moved back so that he could see more of you and you tried to hide the shakiness and unsteadiness of your legs from both your previous orgasm and the excited anxiety building up in anticipation for his next words.

“Turn around.” He commanded as he soaked in your body, silently admiring your beauty. When you turned, your asscheeks jiggled a bit and you knew he would enjoy watching them bounce. “Touch your toes baby girl.” The words fell out of his mouth so smoothly you didn’t even comprehend his request at first. The use of your pet name told you just what kind of mood Jimin was in. You slowly bent over, slightly self conscious even though you have exposed yourself to him many, many times before. He sucked in through his teeth making a sharp noise. “So fucking pretty.”

The feeling of your juices dripping from you made you blush. You were always such a mess around Jimin and he knew it. He knew that only he could get you this worked up. You peeked through your legs and observed Jimin causally pumping himself, eyes glued on you and yours on him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and you knew he was restraining himself, forcing his hand not to go too fast so he wouldn’t cum all over himself right then and there. The bed behind you shifts after the moment of silence and soon your boyfriend is hovering over your bare bottom. You feel the heat radiating from him and unconsciously lean back towards him before he catches your ass in his palms, rubbing light circles in the skin.

“You’re so fucking wet right now baby girl, you should see yourself. You’re literally dripping.” He leaned over you so that he was closer to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You reply in a meek voice.

“Speak up.” His voice was still smooth and seamless but it had a dangerous edge to it that made you shudder.

“You did Jimin.” You practically moaned his name.

His hand came down on your right ass cheek and the sting made you squeak, but his hand rubbed the sore spot tenderly and only made you want him more. He stood straight again and moved closer, his cock coming in contact with your folds. You whimpered as he moved ever so slightly behind you.

“But you see, I’m not convinced you want me anymore. You seemed to be doing just fine with your hand…” You knew what he wanted, so you decided to play his little game.

“I was thinking about you Jimin.” You tried to make your voice sound as innocent as possible and by the way his dick twitched along you, it affected him.

“Apparently not because you obviously forgot my one rule.” He stopped moving. He waited for a reply and you had to find your voice to recite it.

“Not to touch myself.” You huffed.

“That’s right. But since you touched yourself you must not want me to touch you.” He moved further away so that only his hands rested on your ass.

Your body was craving him and he was giving you nothing. He was so close that you could feel his heat, but he refused to give you friction. Your legs were beginning to shake from the position but you paid no attention to it, only hoping that he would be nice and give you what you both wanted. But he didn’t.

Jimin backed away from you altogether, undoubtedly with a sly grin playing on his lips. He clearly hadn’t had his fun yet and it was obvious that you wouldn’t be getting a break from the teasing anytime soon. You heard shuffling behind you but you didn’t dare to look at what Jimin was doing. You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Come here.” A command that pushed you into action immediately. You walked over to where he had positioned himself leaning against the headboard of the bed, hand near his painfully hard erection but never touching. “Sit on my lap, baby girl. I wanna talk to you.”

Your body reacted before your brain, quickly crawling onto the bed and moving to sit between his legs, the slight friction enough to make him sigh. You leaned back into him as his arms came around your waist to secure you in his hold. Lips moved onto your neck leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. The kisses weren’t gentle though. This was not soft, loving boyfriend Jimin, this was dominant, possessive, devilishly playful Jimin. Every action he took was purposeful and calculated, from the dark marks strategically placed on your neck to the contrast of his feather light touches teasing your lower lips and inner thighs.

After Jimin was satisfied with the blossoming flowers forming on your skin, he sucked lightly on your earlobe and spoke softly to you.

“Baby girl,” He started. “what do you want me to do to you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, but you were fully prepared to answer. He placed his fingers against your clit adding pressure, but he didn’t move.

“I want you to fuck me Jimin.” Plain and simple. Your hips moved slightly against his hand, hoping to get some sort of friction. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Me too, but now I have to punish you. You need to learn that there are consequences for breaking the rules.” You moved a little more against his hand, inadvertently grinding against his erection that was pressing against your ass and lower back. His other arm tightened around your waist, effectively restricting your movements, and you whimpered. His fingers slithered down to your wet entrance, pressing against you teasingly. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaky and breathless already and Jimin just smirked, loving his effect on you. Two of his thick digits slid into you easily and you let out a loud moan.

Don’t move.

He commanded sharply as his fingers began moving inside of you. He started off with an agonizingly slow pace, reaching deeper into you with each push. You were breathing heavily and your heart felt like it would thump out of your chest, but you forced yourself not to move against him. Jimin’s free hand spread your legs farther apart and then moved up to grab at your breasts.

“Do you want me to go faster?” The teasing tone in his voice was killing you.

“Please..” You breathed and he complied, picking up the pace a little bit and going deeper. Jimin hit your g-spot almost immediately after and your head lolled back onto his shoulder as another moan escaped your lips. You whined his name as he abused the spot. His free hand left your breast and turned your head towards him. You opened your eyes enough to catch his gaze before his lips attached to yours and you groan against him.

His fingers were now moving rapidly inside of you and you began to forget everything. Your mind was consumed by the pleasure he was giving you and you became a moaning mess in his grip. A shock of pleasure ran up you as his fingers found your clit and moved expertly in time with his pumps, drawing more noises from your lips in between your pants. Unconsciously, your back started arching and your legs began to tremble. His command was soon forgotten as your hips moved on their own and rocked with him. It took a few moments for Jimin to notice, but when he felt you moving against him he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and returned them to your waist, leaving you to sigh from the emptiness you felt.

“What were your instructions?” He growled and you whined when you remembered. “I told you not to move but you didn’t listen so I guess you want to do this the hard way.” He shook his head and sighed. His hand reached for something that was sitting next to him, something you hadn’t noticed before, and at the sight of the object you whimpered and begged.

“No, Jimin please!! I promise to be good, just please don’t use that.” He held a vibrator in your view and you wondered what he would do with it. Normally if he brought it out you were in for a long night of overstimulation and orgasm denial. It was your weakness and he knew it.

Jimin twisted the vibrator in his hand and inspected your body. You knew how much he loved playing with you, but you could tell that his patience was also running low. He was testing himself to see how long he would hold up and you knew he didn’t have much longer.

“Turn around, I want you to face me.” His words floated past your ear and you moved off of him to turn and straddle his hips. He gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his body so that you were against his throbbing cock and he bit his lip as he looked at you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you, hands tangling in his hair, hips grinding down onto his. His fingers pressed into your ass as he stilled you and pulled away, looking into your eyes with a deadly look. “Watch yourself.” He threatened.

“I can feel how bad you want to fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You nibbled on his neck, earning you a low groan from him. Leaning closer, your chest pressed into his so he could feel your nipples against his skin, hardening from his warmth. It was like he had a small break in sanity, allowing you to do whatever you pleased, exercising what little power you had in this moment to the fullest. This only lasted for a moment however, as Jimin snapped out of it and smacked your ass with some force.

“You’re pushing it.” He growled. “But you’re right, I do want to fuck you. But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. You’re still being punished and I’m still in charge.”

You nodded excitedly in compliance and waited for Jimin to make the next move. He turned you back around and slid down the bed a little so that the both of you were laying down, propped up by pillows.

With his hands on your hips, he lifted you up slightly and told you to guide him to your entrance. The stretch of your walls felt even better due to your pending orgasm and you whimpered at the feeling of him easing inside you. When he bottomed out you both sighed in relief and stayed there for a moment, not daring to move. He picked up the vibrator again and leaned closer to your ear.

“Are you going to listen this time?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl. Here are your instructions, stay quiet. You can breath, just don’t make any noises. I want to see how long you can handle it before you’re screaming my name.”

“Can I bounce on your dick?” You asked innocently.

“No, try not to move, although I doubt you’ll be able to keep still.” He said, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. The last thing he said was “Follow instructions.” And with that, he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit.

The sudden stimulation caused you to jump a little and you almost moaned out loud, replacing the noise with a gasp. After a few seconds Jimin started moving inside of you slowly, releasing a groan of relief. The feeling of him filling you almost overrode the vibrations and you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from moaning his name. But his voice in your ear stole some of your focus.

“You like this don’t you baby girl? Me fucking you while using this vibrator turns you on doesn’t it? You’re getting wetter by the second.” His dirty talk wasn’t your favorite but it turned you on more then you’d like to admit. His pace picked up as he beckoned you for an answer. You nodded hard and tried to control your breathing as best as you could.

With the press of a button, the vibrations intensified and Jimin pressed it harder onto your clit making you want to scream. A squeaking noise came from the back of your throat but Jimin let it slide as you wiggled on top of him trying to reduce the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Heavy pants were now coming from both of you as you tightened around him, causing his pace to increase even more. He began moving the vibrator around your clit, adding friction and you sighed loudly, determined to follow his directions and keep quiet, but you were struggling. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheets and your thighs were visibly shaking, all of your energy focused on not making a sound.

Jimin began to lose himself as he was also being dragged toward the edge and his moans got louder in your ear. He bent his legs to push farther into you and your toes curled as your hips took on a life of their own and started moving in sync with his. Your pants were louder and you didn’t know if you could hold in your noises much longer, but you bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. Thankfully Jimin had just about lost his patience and given up, pumping himself deeper into you as he spoke, voice needy and breathless.

“I need to hear you, baby girl. Say my name.” He moaned in your ear. A loud moan broke through the room that was almost a scream. His name rolled off your lips when he hooked his arm around one of your thighs and brought it up to your chest, reaching deeper inside of you and hitting that spot that made you forget how to breath.

He pulled the vibrator away from you and threw it somewhere else on the bed bringing the now free hand around your waist. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and you knew what was coming next. He kissed the side of your neck briefly before moving his other arm to your waist and securing you to his body. Mid-inhale he snapped his hips up into you making the breath catch in your throat. You didn’t have much time for recovery because his pace picked up instantly and you were caught in his strangling hold around your middle. Short pants in between Jimin’s hard, rapid thrusts were all you could manage as you were bombarded with pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. You had no idea how many times you had said his name, but that was one of the only words that your brain could process so you used it like a prayer.

Fuck, Jimin~,” Your voice was shaking from the intensity of his hips slamming against your ass cheeks as he rammed into you. “I’m close.” The last part came out as a gasp as he hit that spot again and you felt your abdomen tightening up. But his pace slowed down slightly, just enough for him to be able to speak coherent words to you, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

“Not that easy baby girl, you gotta work for it. Ride me.” He helped sit you up on top of him and you automatically got to work, hips rotating on his before bouncing in his lap. Jimin let out a groan as he played with your ass that was out on display for him. Your legs felt weak and you started taking shallower bounces, unable to lift yourself up as high. Jimin’s hands found your hips again and he helped lift you up, bringing you up and down on his shaft as he panted and grunted beneath you. His hips met yours as the pace steadily increased, each thrust sucking him deeper into you cavern. Slapping noises filled the room mixing with your gasps and loud moans. Jimin was now moaning under you, voice getting higher as he started losing his rhythm.

Sitting up against your back, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. The intensity of his thrusts drove you closer to the edge and you felt how close you were, chasing after your high desperately while begging Jimin to help you get there.

Please Jimin, I’m so close!!” You whimpered as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his hair. He nibbled on the skin of your shoulder and neck, creating dark love marks that you knew would be there for days but you didn’t care. He breathed heavily on your skin, making you even hotter than you already were, his sweat mixing with yours where you were connected. He moved one hand off of your hip and reached around to pinch at your clit. You almost screamed at the sudden stimulation and Jimin groaned into your shoulder when you tightened around him. Your movements slowed temporarily and then picked up with renewed fervor as you felt your orgasm so close you could taste it.

The hand in Jimin’s hair tightened its grip and you pulled him closer as he kissed up and down your sensitive skin. You felt hot, burning like fire, so hot that you thought your back would meld together with Jimin’s front. You both fell into a rhythm of panting and grinding, moving as one entity, connected in more ways than one. The only thing you could focus on was Jimin. He clouded your thoughts, the feeling of his plump lips sucking on your skin, the stretch of your walls around his throbbing cock, the expertise of his fingers as he flicked at your clit, the sound of his low groans and pants in your ear as you tighten around him, everything.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you let out a deep groan as it pulsated through you. You came with a call of Jimin’s name, the word so beautiful as it rolled off your tongue.

AHHH JIMIN,” You shouted. “S-shit, I love you so much!!” Your words affected Jimin as your hips rolled erratically against his, your walls convulsing while you trembled on top of him. He rode out your high by chasing after his own. His hand moved back to your hips as he pulled you down on his shaft repeatedly, thrusting up to meet you with harsh slapping noises. Your wetness made him slip easily in and out of you, the sound of him entering your drenched hole pushing him closer to his peak. You moaned his name some more, partly because he felt sooo good inside of your sensitive walls, and partly because you knew it turned him on.

You could feel his muscles clench behind you, his defined abs coming out as he pressed against you. With a few more languid strokes he came inside you, his warmth filling you as he cursed and moaned your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. A sigh left your lips as he pumped slowly in and out of you, milking himself dry. When his hips stilled, you closed your eyes feeling exhaustion crawl through your body, overtaking your muscles. Jimin dropped his head into the crook of your neck while he caught his breath and you allowed your body to go limp in his hold.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Jimin whispered as he kissed a hickey he’d made on your neck. There was a short pause of silence, your breaths finally slowing down to a normal rate. You shifted slightly.

“Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” You groaned and Jimin laughed.

He leaned back until his back hit the mattress and you found the energy to roll off of him, his soft length falling out of you. Jimin got up and retrieved a warm wet rag to clean you up with. After he took care of you he cleaned himself before throwing the rag into the laundry hamper and plopping down next to you again. He pulled you closer and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away after a little while and rested his forehead against yours. You nuzzled noses with him and gave him another peck before cuddling into his chest and tracing a circle around one of his nipples with your finger.

“So how was practice?” Your voice sounded a little hoarse. Jimin sighed as he wrapped an arm around you. You kissed the mole at the base of his neck before he replied.

“It was a little bit more difficult today since I was trying to hide a boner for half of the time. I couldn’t really focus because all I could think about was being inside you.” You bit your lip.

“Well was it worth it?”

“Hell yeah.” You both chuckled. “I forgive you.” He said and you looked at him confused. “For touching yourself. Just next time, wait for me, kay?” There it was. He was back to being cutie Jimin with his adorable eye smile that you couldn’t resist and you couldn’t say no to that face. You nodded and kissed him again with heavy eyelids.

“Goodnight Jimin.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and tucked your head into the space under his chin. He kissed your forehead and whispered a goodnight to you before turning off the light. You both fell asleep quickly and you dreamt of the morning you would have with Jimin when you woke up.

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A/N: Idk I wanted to try something different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys enjoyed :)

This is OCD.
This photo was taken 5 years ago and shows, roughly, how much hand sanitiser I would go through in a month. I’d average around 20 bottles, and depending on cost, would spend about £20 a month.
There is over a litre of sanitiser in this picture. 

When my OCD was at its worst, I couldn’t touch anything. I wouldn’t open a door without covering the handle with my sleeve, I wouldn’t borrow pens off friends in school, I would’t even touch my own tv remote. I also couldn’t touch people; I didn’t touch or cuddle my own mother for well over a year. Life was lonely, and extremely difficult.

As though it was yesterday, I remember a particular CBT session where my therapist told me she wanted me to stop using this stuff. This was one of the final stages to my treatment; most of my other compulsions were pretty well managed at the time, but my fear of germs was always the most prominent aspect of my OCD. My Mam was set next to me, and she was told not to buy any more and to take every last bottle that I had. Never before in my life had I been more petrified. I had such a heavy reliance on sanitising gel that I couldn’t picture my life without it. 

It was hard. I struggled. I cried. My Mam cried.
However, as I sit here today I’m proud to say that I haven’t touched a bottle of hand sanitiser in around four years.

To everyone out there struggling with OCD at the minute; things get better. I don’t believe I’ll ever fully recover, but I can manage myself much more easily. Yes, I still have my bad days where I wash my hands constantly, or I count, or I worry, or I tap things repeatedly until it ‘feels right’, but for the most part, I am free of the fear and the pain and the guilt that come with OCD. 

Don’t let anyone tell you that OCD isn’t a ‘real illness’, don’t let anyone abuse you by taking advantage of your obsessions/compulsions, and don’t for a second believe that things can’t improve. They can, and they will.

If I can go from using a litre of hand sanitiser every month to dropping an oreo on the kitchen floor but eating it anyway, then so can you.

Stay strong, and stay safe.

ease

length: 1.6k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: mentions of blood and very minor character injury

simon shows up to the flat with a black eye and a cut lip, refusing to talk about what happened, so a worried penelope asks baz to come over (or the one where simon’s insecure, and baz is terrible at comforting his dragon boyfriend)

a/n: @cherryonsimon is the greatest beta and y’all should go tell her nice things :D

for day three of @snowbaz-feda!!



Penelope

The door to the flat swings open and Simon barrels his way inside. I gasp when I see him: his shirt is torn with flecks of red (Is that blood?) splattered around the neckline; his hair looks dirty and matted, like he’s been rolling around on the ground; and there’s a definite limp in his step. After slamming the door shut, he winces and grabs his wrist, and that’s when I notice his eye.

“Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon! What happened to you?”

He won’t look at me and the expression on his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It frightens me a bit, but it’s still just as important to me that Simon knows I’m not afraid of him, so I take a step forward. He recoils and pushes past me towards his room, slamming the door once inside, making me flinch.

The sound reverberates through the living room before plunging the flat into absolute silence. It’s horrible.

After taking a moment to collect myself, I walk towards his room, hesitating a beat before knocking. “Simon?” No answer. I try again, knocking louder this time, but he still won’t answer. I try turning the knob, but it’s locked. Chewing on my lip, I consider spelling it open, but that would be breaking unspoken roommate rules, so I do the only thing I can think of right now.

I ring Baz.

* * *
Baz

I’m sitting in an evening lecture when my mobile starts to vibrate. It’s on the desk and the noise makes a few of my fellow students turn around and stare. I sneer at them (old habits), and look to see who’s calling.

It’s Bunce.

It’s not that we aren’t close enough to call each other, it’s just that we never do. The fact that she has, and especially during a time she knows I’m at school, makes my blood run cold. I’m so distracted with worry that I forget to move the desk over, and when I go to stand it pins me to the chair. Cursing loudly–and drawing even more curious eyes–I slam the damned piece of wood out of the way, and stalk out of the hall.

I manage to answer on the last ring.

“Baz?” Bunce’s voice sounds strange through the speaker, like she’s trying not to cry, “can you come over? Something’s happened with Simon.”

I drop the phone and it shatters on the pavement.

* * *
Penelope

For the second time tonight, the door to the flat swings open. Only this time it’s Baz who practically falls through, righting himself at the last minute. He looks like he ran the entire distance between school and the flat. The screen of the mobile he’s clutching is shattered, something I don’t remember seeing before. Is that my fault?

“B–” I don’t even get a chance to say his full name when he marches towards me, our difference in height making itself known as he towers over me. (In reality it’s only several inches.) (It feels like miles.)

“Where is he?”

I point to Simon’s room and Baz nods. I wish I could tell him what happened, but I don’t exactly know myself. I just know I can’t fix this alone.

Baz

The smell of blood hit me as soon as I entered the flat and it only gets stronger the closer I get to the bedroom.

Snow’s door is locked, so I cast when one door closes. It works, and the one in front of me opens wide. I can’t see anything at first; Snow’s drawn the curtains shut and even turned out the light in the en suite, drowning the room in darkness. I use my mobile to guide me towards his bed and the red lump that I assume is my boyfriend.

“Snow?” I ask, biting my lip. Perhaps I should use his first name, given the situation, but I try and reserve that for when I really need it, like when we’re being soft. Or when I want him to know I’m afraid. “Snow?” I try again and the lump doesn’t move, but it does yelp when I poke it with the tip of my wand.

“Go away,” I hear him mumble, but I know he doesn’t mean it. (The door spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted to let me in.)

I square my shoulders. “No.” I need Snow to tell me what happened and I’ll stand here all night if I have to. This must occur to him, because he lifts his head.  

My breath catches when I see his black eye and bloody lip. I reach out to touch them, pulling my hand back at the last minute.

“What happened to you?”

He shrugs and I want to strangle him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I snap.

“I got in a fight on my way home.”

“No shit.”

“There were 3 or 4 guys; I don’t remember. They wanted my wallet, but I’d forgotten it at work and they weren’t very happy about that.”

I try to stop myself from picturing the scene in my head. Snow on the ground, surrounded by these men, being hurt by these men. Snow. Defenseless. I can’t process it.

Although he hasn’t held that title in a long time, Snow will always be the chosen one to me; seeing him so broken and defeated over something like this is overwhelming. He’s supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be brave, he’s supposed to save the world. He’s supposed to be able to save himself.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Simon beaten and bloody, but it’s the worst time. It’s not that his injuries are severe (they really aren’t), it’s just that…

This wasn’t supposed to happen any more. We were supposed to disguise as regular Normals and live our happily ever after; nothing bad was supposed to touch us again.

Then he goes and gets himself mugged. It’s so horribly mundane, so insignificant next to every creature and task he’s taken on, yet this is the thing that breaks him. I’m furious on his behalf. I want to hurt the people who hurt him.

I swallow. “What happened next?”

“I tried–I tried to call–my sword…but–”

“It didn’t come.” I don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. I can’t believe this, “you were going to try fighting off a bunch of thugs with a sword? Are you daft?”

He looks miserable. “I was distracted by that long enough to give them a chance to jump me, and, well…” he rolls his hurt wrist and I catch it between my fingers, pulling my wand from my pocket with my other hand. He grits his teeth as I cast get well soon, listening for the crack that signifies it worked. I bring his now healed wrist to my lips and kiss it, feeling his pulse thumping under my lips.

Snow clenches his hand into a fist and I drop his arm, looking up at his face and hating what I see there. The healing spell had taken care of his eye and lip, but that lip is quivering now, and fat tears are beginning to rolls down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts gulping air, his arms wrapped around his knees and head bowed.

I want to reach out and touch him; make this better, make this go away, make him stop. I want to make him stop. He’s almost sobbing now and I don’t know what to do. I have to stop this.

“Shut up, Simon! Just shut up!”

His head snaps up and he looks at me as if I’ve slapped him. I almost feel like I have.

“What the fuck, Baz?” his breath catches on my name and I feel my heart sink just that much more.

I didn’t mean it. I want to apologize, but the words won’t come; they’re stuck in my throat and I clench my fists as I try to force them out. He’s still staring at me, his face etched in an angry frown, and I give up on speaking.

He watches me warily as I sit down on the bed and I flinch. The scent of blood is stronger now, and I can feel my fangs threatening to pop. I curse the fact that I haven’t fed recently and try to will them to stay put. The last thing I need to do is make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and he blinks at me. “I’m sorry,” I repeat and his face crumples as he falls forward. I let him bury his face into my chest, let him clutch at my shirt, let his tears soak the fabric. I let him cry until he can’t anymore. His breathing is even and quiet now; and I’m relieved.

Simon

Baz pulls me close, pressing a kiss against my temple: once, twice, three times. I can tell he thinks I’m asleep, because he’s murmuring things he’d never let me hear otherwise. He’s calling me Simon and telling me he loves me and how scared he was and how brave and stupid I am.

He starts scratching lightly at the spot between my wings, the one he knows I love, and I’m melting into the mattress.

He somehow manages to press himself even closer, his breathing tickling my ear as he whispers, “you’re so bloody stupid, you know that? I don’t need a Chosen One; I don’t need a fairy tale; I certainly don’t need some self-sacrificing superhuman with a hero complex. I just want you, Simon Snow.” He stops to kiss my shoulder.

“I just want you.” It’s a reassurance and a promise. And I believe it.

I want you too, I think back at him, I want you too.

BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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4

Not only have I gained weight, I’ve gained 40+ pounds. I’m touching 260. This is the heaviest I’ve ever been. I haven’t been able to take a picture without having real negative shit to think or say about myself. Which is why I haven’t posted anything in a longgggg time. I haven’t been happy with my body in months since I started noticing the change in my body. Most of the girls on here have followed me because of my confidence that I show off in my posts. And I feel so bad because I’m telling them to love the body God gave them and I can’t even look at a full length mirror.. But you know what? I’m still fly as fuck. Even if I’m 10lbs lighter or 50lbs heavier I’m still sexy. Still kind and attractive and smart and important and genuine and a big motherfucking deal. So here I am, half clothed and loving myself.

Happy Big Girl Appreciation Day! Cuz we slay. ❤️

touch is such a primal part of Jamie’s nature. to be deprived of touch for so long scarred him deeply. reduced his humanity. yet another aspect that Claire ultimately restored to him.

At night, you would hear the sounds of desperation, stifled sobs or stealthy rustlings. Some men would, in the end, reach out to another—sometimes to be rebuffed with shouts and blows. Sometimes not.  

      I wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell me, nor what it had to do with Thomas Christie. Or, perhaps, Lord John Grey.  

      “Did any of them ever … touch you?” I asked tentatively.  

      “No. None of them would ever think to touch me,” he said very softly. “I was their chief. They loved me—but they wouldna think, ever, to touch me.”  

      He took a deep, ragged breath.  

      “And did you want them to?” I whispered. I could feel my own pulse begin to throb in my fingertips, against his skin.  

      “I hungered for it,” he said so softly I could barely hear him, close as I was. “More than food. More than sleep—though I wished most desperately for sleep, and not only for the sake of tiredness. For when I slept, sometimes I saw ye.  

      “But it wasna the longing for a woman—though Christ knows, that was bad enough. It was only—I wanted the touch of a hand. Only that.”

      His skin had ached with need, ’til he felt it must grow transparent, and the raw soreness of his heart be seen in his chest.  

      He made a small rueful sound, not quite a laugh.  

      “Ye ken those pictures of the Sacred Heart—the same as we saw in Paris?”  

      I knew them—Renaissance paintings, and the vividness of stained glass glowing in the aisles of Notre Dame. The Man of Sorrows, his heart exposed and pierced, radiant with love.  

    “I remembered that. And I thought to myself that whoever saw that vision of Our Lord was likely a verra lonely man himself, to have understood so well.”  

      I lifted my hand and laid it on the small hollow in the center of his chest, very lightly. The sheet was thrown back, and his skin was cool.  

      He closed his eyes, sighing, and clasped my hand, hard.  

      “The thought of that would come to me sometimes, and I would think I kent what Jesus must feel like there—so wanting, and no one to touch Him.”

– A Breath of Snow and Ashes

I Don’t Forgive You | Part One

Originally posted by daeguboy

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Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: 1.5k+

Genre: Angst

  → Synopis: After years of being together, a lie is uncovered that could potentially ruin your relationship with Namjoon forever.




There’s something that clings onto you whenever you love someone. It’s a four letter word called hope. It sticks to you like gum against your favorite jeans when you unintentionally touch it from underneath a desk. No matter how hard you try to get it rid of it, it doesn’t come off. Hope doesn’t leave. But there comes a time when you just take a step back and let it be. There’s nothing more you can do to take it off.

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You have no idea how bad I feel everytime I read something about got7′s positions and Mark is one of the last in EVERYTHING. Of course he makes interview saying he doesn’t have a role in got7 and he is not good. Fans also make him feel like that!!! 

We all know he is not the best singer, but he is at least a great rapper and dancer. And he is HANDSOME. there are people who can’t even appreciate him for these things!

Little Prince

Originally posted by sugagifs


Member: Min Yoongi (BTS)

Genre: Fluff/smut

Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, pegging, sub Yoongi

Word count: 1.3k


Yoongi’s excitement could barely be held to himself when he realized how soon his mommy would be home. He had been a good boy all day. He was all dressed up in his navy and white striped oversized sweater, and his navy lacy panties just like his mommy liked. He had colored her a pretty picture of her favorite flowers in all of her favorite colors. He played with his stuffies, and talked about how he was going to rule the world with his music and his stuffies combined, and for the most important part, he didn’t touch himself all day, he knew that if he did his mommy would find out and he would be punished for it. He didn’t want to be punished like he was yesterday, seeing as his ass still hurt a bit from it being spanked as many times as it had.

 When Y/N arrived at home she found Yoongi lounging on the couch with his favorite paci in his mouth and his favorite mint green alpaca stuffie in his arms while he watched Sailor Moon. He hadn’t heard her come in until she sat down next to him. He quickly took his paci out of his mouth and hugged her.

 “Mommy!!” He cried out.

“How’s my little prince today, were you a good boy?” She asked.

 Yoongi nodded quickly. “I was a very good boy today, I colored a picture for you, played with my stuffies, and didn’t touch myself.”

 “You were a very good boy today then, so you know what that means?” She asked.

Yoongi shook his head. Before he knew it, he was being snuggled into and his face was getting smothered in kisses. He let out giggles and had his signature gummy smile on his face. He was very happy that he could make her happy with his actions.

 “Do I get a reward mommy?” He asked through his giggles.

 “You want a reward huh?” She replied back.

 “Yooni wants a reward for being a good boy!” He said excitedly.

 “I suppose you could have a reward. What kind of reward do you think you want?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his narrow waist.

 It wasn’t long before Yoongi said what he wanted. “I want mommy to kiss me all over, and mark me, and make me feel good.”

 “I think I can manage that baby boy.” She said with a light smile.

 Y/N lead Yoongi down the hall and to their shared bedroom, where Yoongi quickly hopped on the bed and laid down waiting for Y/N to come take care of his needs. She started at his neck, kissing lightly before she started sucking dark red marks into the boy’s pale skin, and soothing it away with licks to his neck. She had only just started and Yoongi had started quietly whining over her actions.

 She took off the boy’s shirt to continue her trail of kisses down Yoongi’s torso. She made it down to the small divot in Yoongi’s chest before she kissed her way over to his left nipple and started sucking on it while playing with his right nipple. He had sensitive nipples, she knew what she was doing to him because of her actions. His little cock twitched to life, becoming harder as she continued to suck and play with his nipples. Y/N had decided that she had tortured the boy’s nipples long enough when he wouldn’t stay still enough for her to continue her actions, so she continued her way down his stomach peppering kisses just above his waistband of his panties, which could be classified as ruined because of the precum that had seeped through the thin material. She smiled up at him before sliding the panties down his legs. She sucked marks into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs while fondling his balls to make him squirm in his spot.

“Mommy.” Yoongi whined out.

 “What is it baby boy?” She asked, stopping all her actions.

“I need y-you.” He cried.

 “Where do you need me?” She replied.

 He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his ass cheeks apart, showing her his hole. She got the hint and went to get the bottle of Yoongi’s favorite strawberry flavored lube and the strap-on that would be used on him after he got stretched out.

 Y/N opened the bottle of the strawberry flavored lube and dispensed some onto her fingers and some on his hole. She rubbed a lubed finger over the sensitive ring of muscles before sliding her index finger in and pumping him slowly. He let out a small moan when the friction came in. Y/N slid her finger out and Yoongi whimpered at the loss of contact, only to whine out again when she slipped two fingers into his tight hole. She scissored him open a bit before fucking her fingers into his hole, making him a moaning mess.

She added one more finger to stretch him out before taking all her fingers out and stripping herself down before putting the strap-on on and lathering lube onto the silicone cock. She started by pressing the tip to his puckering hole before sliding into his hole completely and giving him a bit of time to adjust to the size. She started fucking into his hole at a good pace, he was whining and moaning at a pitch that was two octaves higher than his normal speaking voice. She knew she hit the right spot when his back arched up off the bed and his moan came out a bit higher pitched. Y/N made sure to keep hitting that spot to assure that his orgasm would be coming quickly. His pants became quicker, his moans louder, he was getting close, but he didn’t have permission to cum yet, he had to hold out until Y/N said he could cum.

 “Does baby need to cum?” She asked before grabbing onto Yoongi’s precum leaking cock.

 “B-baby needs to cum.” He hiccupped out.

 “You can cum when you need to baby boy.” She said while stroking his shaft.

She continued fucking into his hole and stroking his cock, two thrusts and his cock erupted, shooting out semen onto his stomach and chest. His breath was heavy, the rise and fall of his chest was rapid. Y/N took the strap-on off quickly and laid down next to him to run her fingers through his hair and gently stroke his cheek while the boy calmed down from his orgasm.

 “Mommy, what about you?” He asked.

 “What do you mean?” She replied.

 “Don’t you want to cum?” He answered.

 “I can take care of it myself it’s okay.” She said, patting his head lightly.

 “I want to make you cum mommy.” He said.

 “You’re going to be a big boy and make mommy cum?” She asked in surprise.

 He nodded and quickly jumped to the end of the bed where he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her towards the edge. He slowly started licking between her folds and dipping his tongue slightly into her slit before licking back up to her clit.

“You’re so wet mommy.” He said before going back down to start sucking on her clit.

“All for you baby boy.” She said with a slight moan.

His tongue ministrations got quicker and more precise as he went on. Y/N had a fistful of Yoongi’s black locks in her hand because of how good he was making her feel. Her orgasm was fast approaching, it wouldn’t be too long before she came on Yoongi’s tongue.

Her orgasm was powerful when it came, she gripped onto Yoongi’s hair tighter and arched her back until her high came back down. When Yoongi looked back up at her she could see her juices all over Yoongi’s chin. He laid down next to her and snuggled into her side.

“Baby, we need to get you cleaned up.” She said as she put her hand on his head.

“Clean me later, I’m too tired to get cleaned up.” He said with a small yawn.

“I suppose that’s okay.” She said with a sigh.

Yoongi smiled. “I love you mommy.”

“I love you too, little prince.”


Stranger Things: The Byers and The Tramp

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Prompt: Imagine being popular and being Jonathan’s girlfriend

Warnings Adult Language Does not follow the plot of “Stranger Things”

Point of view: The Reader’s POV

I slammed my locker shut as I listened to Nancy rambled on about Steve.

“Nancy why don’t you just fuck him already” I smirked as I watched her blush madly, her tuck a piece of hair behind her before rolling her eyes.

“(Y/N) seriously” she groaned as she shoved my shoulder lightly “a relationship isn’t all about sex. It’s about the small things he does for you to tell you he loves you”

“Yeah like fucking you senselessly” I giggled as I pushed her slightly, she groaned softly before pushing me back

“So you and Jonathan must have sex a lot?” Nancy questioned as we moved down the hall, I shook my head softly

“No actually, he hasn’t laid a finger on me, a quick kiss is all I get” I commented as it was my turn to blush, of course I’ve had sex but it was quick lasted no more than 2 minutes. The douche always hypes himself up saying “he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen”, then it feels like nothing.

“Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect moment” Nancy giggled as she turned in front of me

“Maybe he’s a virgin” I stated rolling my eyes at her comment, she sighed softly before smiling brightly as her eyes were fixed behind me.

“Here comes the virgin Romeo now” Nancy giggled as I peered over shoulder noticing that Jonathan was moving down the hall. “Go Sluttie Juliet!”

“Nancy!” I gasped as I shoved her harshly, a laugh escaping her lips as she pushed me towards him.

He fiddled with his camera as he smiled at me

“Hey baby” I smiled as I tried kissing him but he moved his head down instead.

“Hey (N/N)” he shyly stated, I giggled softly before grabbing his face forcing him to look at me, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. His face redden as he watched me for a second “Um- I-I- we’ll see the thing is– my– mom wants to meet you”

“She does?” I questioned as he scratched the back of his neck, he nodded slowly

“But I understand if-”

“I’d love to meet her Johnny boy, and that adorable little brother of yours” I smiled

“Really? You wanna meet them?” He questioned as his face contorted in surprise

“Your my boyfriend, of course I wanna meet them” I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, as I pressed my head against his, so he would look me in the eye.

“G-great. Um dinner is tonight at 7” he smiled, I bit my lips softly before nodding in agreement as I pulled back. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek for rushing off.

                       ***

I had to admit I was nervous, I really did like Jonathan he was different than the other boyfriends I had. He was sweet, caring, and took my feelings into consideration.

I didn’t want to screw up meeting his mom and brother.

What if she hates me?

What if she thinks in a slut?

I groaned softly as I banged my head against the steering wheel. I pushed myself out of the car as I slowly walked up the steps to the house. A loud bark pierce the air causing me to squeal lightly. I rung the door bell a couple of times as the more barks filled the air.

A group of boys answered the door, the all watched me for a moment

“She is real” a dark skinned boy stated as he touched my stomach pulling back quickly.

“She’s very pretty” the other said but this one was missing his two front teeth, but that didn’t stop him from looking adorable.

“I’ve seen pictures of her before Johnny has them in his room” another stated, they watched me slowly, I offered a small smile in which they all returned.

“Who was at the door?” I heard Jonathan scream as he appeared at the front door. “Guys let her in”

The parted slowly as I stepped in, I giggled left my lips.

“Hey baby” I smiled as I started I kiss him but was cut off by gasping.

“She called him “baby” meaning that they are dating” the toothless boy commented as he walked in between us. I glanced at Johnny as a blush fell on his face

I bent down as I watched the boy, I kissed his cheek before offering my hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” I smiled, he grabbed his cheek before looking at the other boys. He backed away slowly as he gave me a toothless smile. “I think I broke him”

“She’s pretty and funny too” the dark skinned boy commented as he examined for further

“Who was at the door?” A female calls, I stood up quickly spinning around as I saw his mother. “Oh wow!”

She smiles brightly as she looked at me

“You are absolutely beautiful” she commented as she gave me a quick hug “I see you meet the boys”

“Yes, they are very observant” I smiled, she nodded quickly as she looked back at the boys.

“Well come on boys” she clapped as she ushered them into the room. “Clean up this game you have going on”

“I’m Dustin!” The toothless boy called out as he gave me a smile, I smiled back at him.

“She is right you look beautiful” I heard Johnny say, I turned around facing him.

“Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself” I giggle as I wrapped arms around him.

“We have an audience” he spoke as he flicked his head towards the opening, I peered over my shoulder seeing the boys watching us.

“She just can’t be real” Will commented “I mean, my brother dating her”

“Come on Johnny boy, I’m starving and I think your brother and his friends have a whole bunch of questions for me” I giggled

                        ***

“How did you meet my brother?” Will questioned

“In Photography class” I smiled as I remembered the memory so fondly. “He was nerdy boy who always had a camera”

Johnny laughed softly before pushing my shoulder lightly as he blushed softly

“Let me get this straight” Lucas stated “You’re dating Byers”

I laughed loudly as I studied his expression, As I nodded slowly to his statement.

                           •••

After endless questions about me and adorable baby pictures of Jonathan, dinner was finally over.

I peeled off my jacket as I threw on a chair in his room. I peered over my shoulder as I still heard him talking to his mom downstairs. I grabbed the photos that laid on top of his radio.

They were of me, dozens. Pictures that I didn’t know he took. Pictures of me smiling, pictures of me making faces, pictures of me sleeping in class, pictures of me in his room.

How did I not see him taking all these pictures of me.

“You weren’t suppose to see that” I heard his voice behind me, I blushed softly before placing them back down.

“But I did” I spoke softly wondering how many more he has taken “w-when did you take all those”

“I-I- whenever, moments with you were just to precious to just keep as memories, I needed prove a reminder to know that you are real. That someone like you is dating me" he spoke, I smiled softly. “Are you mad?”

I spun around quickly as I watched him for a moment.

“How can I be when you say stuff like that?” I spoke “That was the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me”

He blushed softly as he looked down. I walked over to him, he looked up at me for a moment, without any thought or second of regret. I crash my lips to his, my hands running through his hair.

This moment I knew that I was in love with him. He was a shy, socially awkward boy but he was perfect for me.

“I love you” I whispered against his lips, the words so foreign to me as I spoke them

“I love you too” he smiled as he picked me up, tossing me on the bed. I giggled softly as I pulled him down with me. “I’ve always loved you”

“Are you daddy’s lady fwiend?” pt.2

Part 1

Calumxreader

Word Count: 1,500+

Warnings: None

“Wanna be my mommy?!”

My breath hitched and I looked at Calum, who stood with his mouth agape, petrified until he noticed me looking at him and took kaiden from my arms.

“Go to your room Kaiden…I’ll call you when the pancakes are ready.”

“But I wanna be with mommy!” I blushed and looked at Calum

“GO!” Calum looked sternly at Kaiden, who ran to his room. I felt bad instantly and felt the urge to console him.

“You shouldn’t have yelled at him.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“What did you want me to do? Tell him that if he kept saying the m word he would scare you away from my life?! I think that would be worse.” He looked at me with sad eyes. “I knew he would love you the minute he met you… but I was scared that you wouldn’t love him the same… And I was right wasn’t I? You don’t want to be a mom. You don’t need to be a mom just because I’m a dad! You have the option to walk away, and I wouldn’t blame you” I stared at him, not believing what he was saying.

“Y-you think that I’m going to leave you? Now that I’ve met your son?!”

He nodded shyly, looking at his hands. “I was so nervous last night, I kept waiting for the moment where you would walk away from me…”

“Calum, I-“

“No, don’t. Don’t say what you’re about to say. I know I need to talk to him and tell him that you don’t want to be a mother. Let me try before you break up with me…” He kissed my hands. “Please.”

I walked out of the kitchen and stepped into the living room, but he grabbed my forearm. “Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice.

“To put my clothes on…” Calum let go of my arm and looked down at his feet. “And to talk to kaiden.” He looked up at me with a small smile on his face. “Alone…” With a nod in response, I made my way to Calum’s room, where I put my clothes back on and then went to kaiden’s.

Walking in was one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life. The sight before me made me ache.

Kaiden was clutching his teddy bear tightly while he tried snuggling with a fluffy gray blanket, silent tears running down his chubby face. I took a deep breath and sat beside him on his bed.

“Hi”

He looked up at me. “Hi y/n” He sniffled and held his bear tighter.

I pulled him into my arms, wrapped his blanket around him and held the teddy bear, for him to snuggle.

“I thought I was mommy?” I wiped the tears from his face and kissed his forehead.

He looked at me. “Mommy?” I nodded.

“I would love to be your mommy kaiden” I played with his hair. “But it’s not just my decision, your daddy is the one who gets the final say.”

“Daddy loves you! He told me!” I was shocked, we have never said “I love you” before. I didn’t think Calum loved me. “I want a mommy,” He held his bear tightly and I heard him breathe heavily, starting to cry again.

“Don’t cry baby, I’m here, see? I’m not going anywhere, “I held him against me and caressed his back. “Mommy is not going anywhere.”

“You’ll be my mommy?”

“If your daddy wants me to, yes” I smiled and kissed his cheek. Kaiden smiled and hugged me, putting his tiny arms around my neck and giggled.

“I Want you to.” I looked up at Calum, who was standing at the doorway, he rubbed his eyes, walked in and took my hand.

 __________________________________________________________

“And they lived happily ever after, right after they bought a dog,’ I finish the story, with a little twist, and look at kaiden, fast asleep holding his teddy bear. His name was Thomas and he loved tea and superheroes.

I got up, as smoothly as I could to try to avoid waking up the toddler and went into Calum’s room.

He was taking a shower, quite offended that Kaiden wanted me to read him a bedtime story, not his daddy. I had giggled and sticked out my tongue at him saying “Kaiden loves me more.” He stood there with an unreadable expression on his face and then he went into the bathroom without saying another word.

I went on my phone and laid on the bed, waiting for Calum to come out of the shower. After scrolling through tumblr for 10 minutes, Calum appeared, a towel wrapped around his hips while he dried his hair with another one.

“Hey you” I sat up, a smile on my face.

“Hey.” He seemed off.

“Are you upset? About the bedtime story? I-I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to, I just got so excited when he asked me to read to him and I assumed you would be okay with it, but I promise I won’t do it again if it bothers you.” I told him honestly, I didn’t want to upset him. It was his son after all, he had the right to read him before bed.

He got into bed, under the covers. ”Are you staying? “He asked me, not acknowledging what I had just told him. My plan was to stay and make breakfast for them in the morning, but he seemed upset with me and I didn’t want to inconvenience him anymore.

I shook my head. “I’ll go” He nodded and laid back on the bed. I looked down and grabbed my phone. “Bye Cal” I walked out of his room, into the hallway and out the front door.

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CPOV

“What book do you want tonight bud?” I asked kaiden while I stood in front of his bookshelf, waiting for him to make his choice.

“I want Cinderella!” I chuckled at his excitement and got his favorite book from the shelf. Walking over to the bed, I sat down and opened the small book.

“I want mommy to read!” I looked at Kaiden then at y/n, getting up I handed the book to a giggling y/n.

She sticked out her tongue at me “Kaiden loves me more,” and giggled as she positioned herself to read.


As soon as I heard her, my mind went back to the night where Kaiden wouldn’t stop crying, I had feed him, changed his diaper and bathed him, I had even sang, but he wouldn’t stop. He was five months back then and I had told Lenox to have a girls’ night, she was too stressed and she deserved a night to relax. But I couldn’t get Kaiden to fall asleep.

I was about to burst into tears myself when she got home. A smile etched on her pale face. Of course, her smiles turned into a frown when she heard Kaiden cry, she rushed over to me and took him from my arms. He stopped crying the moment she touched him, calming him instantly.

I looked at her, perplexed. She sticked out her tongue at me. “Kaiden loves me more” and proceeded to giggle.

 

I stood there, picturing Lenox with Kaiden in her arms instead of y/n.

The only thing I could do was walk out of that room and lock myself in the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror, not wanting to believe the tricks that my mind was trying to play with me.

I couldn’t be thinking about Lenox.

Not now that everything was going so well with y/n.

Kaiden was happy with her and she was happy with him.

Everything was perfect!

So why the hell am I thinking about Lenox holding kaiden and giving me that goofy giggle that I love so mu-

No.

Loved.

The goofy giggled that I loved so much.

I groaned and got in the shower, trying to clear my head.

I did not need- no, I couldn’t be thinking about her.

I washed my body, trying to wash away her memory, and got out. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out my bathroom, drying my hair I looked up. Only to see Y/n sitting on the bed.

“Hey you” She smiled, but I couldn’t even look at her.

I felt ashamed, so I just said hey.

“Are you upset? About the bedtime story? I-I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to, I just got so excited when he asked me to read to him and I assumed you would be okay with it, but I promise I won’t do it again if it bothers you.”

I wasn’t even listening, too busy with my own thoughts to care about hers.

I got under the covers. ”Are you staying?”

I was hoping she wouldn’t. I needed time to think without her here.

“I’ll go.” I laid back on the bed, sighing.

“Bye Cal”

She walked out of the room, into the hallway, out the front door.

And that too, made me think of Lenox.

That’s Lenox right there  ↑ ↑ ↑

Hope you liked it! Let me know if you guys want a part 3.

-Nat.

Maybe in Your Dreams

A fic for @snowbaz-feda
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1622
Summary: At night, Simon dreams about kissing Baz and all the things he loves about him. By daylight, he forgets about all that in the same way he doesn’t allow himself to think. By daylight, he hates Baz and worries that he’s plotting. He’s lucky he doesn’t remember the dreams because it would never go well if he did. Or would it?


Baz hair looks soft. It always does. And I always want to touch it. Now he looks at me, softly. A gaze I’ve never seen from him. Not directed at me, anyway. Then, suddenly, his lips curl into a smile and I’m gone. If only he’d smile like that all the time, if only I could always wash the frown off his face. If only I could make him stop hurting. I know that he is, beneath the surface. I know that, really, Baz Pitch is just like me. It hurts me to know that.

It breaks my heart and his hair looks soft and I want to touch it. That, too, breaks my heart. There’s a reason for that, but I don’t think of it now. All I think about is his jawline. It looks so sharp as though he could cut himself on it. His face is made of edges, but it goes soft when I touch his cheek. His hair frames his face gently, his nose is slightly crooked but it makes the whole picture only more interesting. There’s a storm going on inside his eyes.

I think what I always think when I look at him. Why does he have to be so bloody perfect? Everything about him is.
And then he makes a mistake. Because he whispers: ‘Simon,’ and he should never call me that. Not in that perfect voice of his. Because it’s hard enough to pretend when he hates me, it’s even harder when he doesn’t.

All the rules I’ve set up for myself. I’d break them. Any time. If he just called me by my name.
I bury my hands in his hair and pull him a little closer. He cocks an eyebrow at me and for a second I think we’re fighting but then he urges forward and our lips meet.
Don’t even get me started on his lips. The things he could do with them… But it’s not even about the kissing. It’s being connected to him, being together with him and feeling free. If only I had this kind of freedom.

The alarm clock rings and Simon grunts. It’s the start of another day. He wants to stay in the dream for a few more seconds, but Baz has already left for breakfast. And he needs to watch Baz at all times, because he cares about him… So much…
That thought jerks Simon awake properly. His eyes snap open and he shakes his head, confused. Need to watch Baz… Because he’s plotting. Always is.
He surges and leaps out of the bed. Another day begins. He sighs and goes for the bathroom, thinking about the dream. It was a good dream, he knows that much. But no matter how hard he tries to remember, he can’t imagine what the dream was about.

In the breakfast hall, Simon watches Baz out of the corner of his eye. He’s sneering about something. Simon doesn’t think about the way his hair falls into place. He doesn’t think about how beautiful Baz’ lips would looks smiling. No, he thinks, certainly, Baz doesn’t have any feelings at all. Nothing can hurt him. Nothing can hurt Baz.

As he goes about his day, he thinks about Baz, because he just can’t help it. In the way you’d imagine him thinking about his enemy. Concerned. Fearful. Not in the way he thinks about him every night. In his dreams.


After school, Baz is waiting for him in their room. Simon is suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything. Baz looks strangely thoughtful and Simon wonders why he just looks into space, as though he was trying to solve a riddle. Simon thinks it would be best to just ignore him, but as he sits on his bed, trying to do homework, he feels Baz’ gaze linger on him. Something is wrong. He can tell. There is tension in the air and he doesn’t know where it came from. Suddenly Baz jumps up and Simon is too startled to move. Baz tackles him onto the bed, pinning his hands beside his head.
Calm down, Simon wants to say but all he manages to breathe out is 'Anathema.’
'You need to answer me a question,’ Baz hisses and his voice sounds broken. Simon is panicking a little bit. Not because he’s afraid, but because this situation is strange. Baz doesn’t sound like usual, when he wants to start a fight. No, he sounds emotional, like this is important to him. What could that be?
Simon is too surprised to resist. He doesn’t even defend himself. He just lays still and waits for the question.
'What did you dream about last night?’
'I don’t dream.’
'Everybody dreams.’
'Well, I don’t.’
'I know you do. I hear you talk in your sleep.’
'Then, apparently, I forget about the dreams in the morning.’
'That must mean they aren’t that important.’
No, Simon thinks, but doesn’t bother to correct him. That’s not what it means at all.

'I think, maybe I dream about Agatha.’
'Didn’t you break up?’
'That doesn’t mean that I stopped loving her, does it?’
Baz stays really quiet for a second, he looks down and lets go of Simon’s wrists, taking a step back. For some reason, Simon’s heart clenches.
'Yeah’ Baz says and swallows repeatedly. 'I guess.’
Baz seems weirdly restraint and Simon doesn’t know what’s happening. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, only that he did, and that he wants to stop it.
'Why do you care about my dreams?’ he asks and for some reason, he thinks he knows. But it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing makes sense.
'You said something. In your dream. Something really… weird.’
'What do you mean?’
'Something you would remember if you woke up. Because it would freak you out. But I guess there is a logical explanation to all of this.’
'Baz. What did I say?’
'It doesn’t matter now. I was wrong.’
'Baz.’
'That’s what you said.’
'What?’
'You said 'Baz.’ And then…’
'Then what, Baz? Please.’
'I love you.’
Simon freezes and his mouth goes dry and his heart beat speeds up and then – then he realizes that that is what he said in his dream. Not only that, he remembers it. Suddenly he remembers every thought he ever repressed and every dream he ever imagined for the cruelty of reality.

'Fuck,’ he whispers.

'It’s like you said. You probably dreamed about Agatha. And I was there, trying to snatch her away from you. And that’s why you said my name, before confessing your love to her. That’s what must have happened.’
'Probably? Why do you say probably? What else should I have dreamed?’
’S-sorry, I-’
'No, I asked you a question.’
'I thought that – for some reason – you dreamed… about… me.’
'And that made you angry,’ Simon whispers, eyes wide. 'Didn’t it?’
'Fuck off.’
'Do you know about dreams, Baz? In your dreams, you can’t lie to yourself. In reality, you can.’
'Bullshit. I lie to myself in dreams all the time. And for fuck’s sake, I couldn’t lie to myself when I’m awake if I wanted to. And believe me, I want to.’
'I remember it now. I remember it all. I dream because dreams don’t hurt you. Reality does.’
'What are you on about?’
Simon stands up, stepping closer to Baz, to face him.
'I thought you were plotting. I worried about it all the time. I was stupid.’
'So I keep telling you.’
'Don’t be mean, Baz, please. I’m trying to be honest with you.’
'Honest about what? It’s no secret that you think I’m a lying, mischievous-’
He doesn’t say it, he doesn’t think it, he just does it.
The world is ending. Or maybe it isn’t. He wouldn’t know if it was. He doesn’t know anything. Only that, when he lays his hand on Baz’ cheek, his face doesn’t go soft. It just freezes. And he doesn’t talk any more. He leans closer and then he feels his lips – damn. Damn those lips, this is so much better than dreaming. He buries his hands in Baz’ hair, like he always dreamed of doing. Carefully, he strokes the soft skin beneath Baz’ ear. But Baz doesn’t go soft. He doesn’t do anything. This is not a dream.

When Simon pulls away from him, Baz stares at him in shock.
'What,’ he mutters. 'What was that.’
He looks so confused that, for a moment, Simon pities him.
He smiles ever so sadly. 'This is why it hurts. This is why I’d rather dream. Because in my dreams, you’d kiss me back.’
And Simon will go away, before Baz realizes what happened and punches him. He wishes he had never remembered his dreams. There really was a reason why he didn’t allow himself to think. But now it’s too late. He’ll never be able to forget about kissing Baz.

Looking at Baz hurts, staying here hurts, but he knows that leaving will hurt even more. Still, he turns away.
No need to make it worse than it already is.
Except. There’s a hand. On his arm. A hand that stops him.

'You fool,’ Baz says and Simon would be hurting if he hadn’t said it so softly.
'What do you think I dream about, huh?’

'I don’t know, killing me, maybe?’
'You absolute idiot.’
And then Baz kisses him again.
'This is what I dream about.’
'Then how do we know we’re not dreaming right now?’
'We can’t.’
'So?’
'So, I don’t care.’
'Me neither.’
They kiss again. And when they wake up in the morning, curled up in each others arms, it will still feel like a dream. But it won’t be.

Meeting

AJ Styles/OC- Reader breaks a rule while waiting for AJ to come home from his meeting, but breaking the rules will lead to punishment.

Warnings: DADDY KINK(to the max), spanking, overstimulation, light choking i think thats it.

So quick note, this is my first time writing and I would love to hear some feedback as well if I should write something else. I don’t know if people want to be tagged in this but let me know if you want to be in the future. So yeah be nice please!

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Nia Jax
[April 6th, 2017]

Posting a picture of myself in a bathing suit is VERY hard for me. I have never been one to show off too much skin, and it’s not just because I’m a larger woman. After this amazing #Wrestlemania weekend I had a chance to speak to a bunch of young women & men. Most, if not all of them, mentioned that my #BodyPositive mindset had helped them to be able to find confidence within themselves, which really touched me and even brought me to tears numerous times. Thankfully I have always had a family that has supported me and has always reminded me that my beauty comes from within, especially my mother. She constantly reminded me that “no matter how beautiful you are on the outside, if you’re insides are ugly, that will be what everyone sees & feels.” Don’t get me wrong, there have been many occasions where I wished I could be thinner or have a different nose or hairline to fit in, but I realized that fitting in is not always as important as it seems; I realized that I love standing out in positive ways!

I love sending a message of self-confidence and getting to share that with people. Self-confidence also goes along with being healthy! I work out all the time, I eat healthy & try (emphasis on TRY) to get as much sleep as I can. There are obviously times where I love to pig out and enjoy myself, but I always make sure to never lose my focus on being healthy, because no matter what, your health is the number one most important thing in life. We aren’t meant to look the same, but we are all meant to be healthy. We are all beautiful in different ways. Staying healthy adds to beauty. Even more importantly, it will increase your self-confidence. That’s been my experience at least 😉. #JaxJungle #NotLikeMost #PowerOfBeingYou