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Name: Meera
Nickname: also Meera
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Height: i have no idea how to convert my height into inches, so 189 cm
Star sign: Capricorn
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Favorite color: ll of them, in the right combinations and saturations
Favorite animal: puppers
Time right now: 10PM
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Dream Trip: wherever my partner happens to be atm
Dream Job: one that pays the bills without mentally and physically destroying me
When blog was created: uuuuh…. five years ago i think?
Current number of followers: 1313 …. AYYYYYYYY
Why did you pick your URL: Meeralith used to be one of my mains in an old, shitty assetflip mmo that got me into gaming. It… sorta evolved to be my actual name. (minus the -lith i guess)

I tag (boy howdy): @slayergt, @elvesandplants @damned-to-be-dalish @theleafwarden whom i cant tag for some reason, @majestic-salad @za-boo-baby @nightmare-court @celythil …am I at 20 yet? .. no thats 8. And, uh, well, any of my followers that wants to tell me stuff about themself.

A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid

summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU

words: 12.7k

warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned


Can you believe this was meant to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail everything) x

Also on the topic of exams the actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that adults do.

I hope this is ok!!


Dan’s halfway through skipping History when he does it.

He doesn’t know why he did it – he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this, what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle wall?

His pen squeaks across the pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time ;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them, scribbles of song lyrics and “never got caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of assemblies or threats of “whoever did this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths teacher on the hall projector, “is seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so, really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number, but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the ‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.

07843983276, he writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits amidst many others.

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One More Time

Anon asked: HelloOo! :) can I get a nct taeyong college au where you’re both frat house leaders & there’s a Halloween party & uhm idk I just imagine sexual tension & makeouts ahaha thank u!

You swear to fuck that this happens at every single party.

I know next to nothing about frat houses or how college works so rip me if this sucks. This is also probably 300% NOT what you wanted but I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing heavier. things so. I’m sorry if it’s not what you want I tried my best.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Ingrid! I hope you're having a nice day? What's your Top 5 Isak and Even moments?

I’m having a shit day but thanks for asking regardless! Omg there are so many but ok:

5. Minute by minute. Such a great moment. Isak doing everything to help Even. Isak telling Even that even tho they don’t know what will happen they’re together now. Isak telling Even through different words that he loves him and will always be there for him.

4. The neon vors. The call your girlfriend scene is one of my all time favourite scene but the kitchen scene is such a great Evak scene!!! So frustrating but still! The almost kiss. Isak saying Sonja is cute. Isak’s pink neon stripes (idk how Eskild managed to convince him) and their laughing and flirting

3. When Isak was at evens place for the first time. Bittersweet ending but before that??? Even luring Isak to his house like a siren?? Making him stay with weed?? The subtle flirting and Isak falling in love with Evens personality not just his face? KARDEMOMME? Just perfect.

2. 21:21. No shocker, but hey, it was the turning point!! Love how they’re so playful and comfortable with eachother and then of course the kiss. I remember when I watched it for the first time I was waiting for the KISS and then Even fucking chocked Isak and I was like “I did not wait four weeks for this” but then luckily haha

1. This has to be “you’re not alone”. Not only was the entire scene composed beautifully and the filmography was just wow, but it was so important in the development of their relationship. Isak choosing Even.


Hyuuga and Kiyoshi have an on going game of “who manages to keep live animals in school without letting anybody find out, especially Riko” and they keep sabotaging each other

Kagami’s excuse was so good, that hyuuga couldn’t get mad

Izuki was proud of Hyuuga for that extremely witty pun


Himuro, the loving brother

those brownies were totally safe, what do u mean

“how did you leave your house w/out your glasses???” listen buddy my eyesight starts to get blurry about 15 meters away from me and idk what kinda house you live in but nothing is more than 5 meters away from me where I live, so I’m fine making breakfast and stuff cos Ive fooled myself into forgetting I can’t see properly, it’s only when I go outside and think ‘what tf am I lookin @ here’ that I remember

Fall days and coffee dates (Tom Holland x Reader)

Request: Hey I know you have like 172881827 requests right now but if it is possible can you write a Tom Holland imagine where the reader is an author and they meet at a cafe then get close and stuff(idk why but i really want to read an imagine just like this) :)))

A/N: I’m back!!!!! Yay!!!! This request is probably my favorite one out of every request I’ve ever gotten, and I enjoyed writing it so incredibly much. This is exactly one of my dreams -meeting a cute boy on a café and instantly clicking, but since I don’t really go out of the house and stay in watching movies, I don’t see it happening any time soon. Hope you like this as much as me!!! 

You look out of the window and sigh, rubbing your forehead. Your turn your face to look at the white document on the computer lying on the table in front of you, waiting to be written on. You take a sip of your coffee, trying to concentrate on the paper you are supposed to turn in in a week, but no inspiration comes to you.
‘’Is this seat taken?’’ a voice with a British accent asks. You look up to the person and see a boy around your age looking at you. You take a look around the café and see it full, so you end up nodding and closing some of your books so the boy has space to put his things on. ‘’Sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’ve been working all day and I really needed to relax for a little’’ he tells you, laughing a little.
‘’Seems like both of us are stressed, then’’ you tell him, laughing a little. ‘’I’m [Y/N]’’ you say, giving him your hand to shake. He does and smiles back.
‘’I’m Tom’’ he tells you. ‘’What are you so stressed about? You were talking to yourself before I approached you’’ he says, chuckling. He puts his hands around the coffee mug and smiles softly.
You blush, trying to cover your cheeks with your hair.
‘’I have to turn in a paper next week and I have no inspiration for it’’ you tell him, closing your laptop to give him your full attention.
‘’Is it for college?’ he asks, earning a nod from you. ‘’What does it have to be about?’’
‘’Description of the perfect fall day and what it makes me feel’’ you tell him. ‘’It’s for creative writing. I’m an English major’’ he nods and takes a sip of his coffee, his hair falling softly onto his face. ‘’What are you doing here in Atlanta, if that’s not too much asking?’’ you ask him.
He smiles and shakes his head, leaving the mug on the table.
‘’I’m an actor. We are shooting here for some time and then moving to New York’’ he tells you, drawing circles on the mug with his thumb.
You tug at the sleeves of your sweater before taking your mug from the table to warm up your hands.
‘’What movie are you shooting?’’ you ask him before taking a small sip of coffee.
‘’The new Spiderman movie’’ he says, smiling hugely. ‘’I’m playing Peter Parker.’’
You open your eyes surprised and smile back at him.
‘’Well, that seems fun. I didn’t know they were making a reboot’’ you say.
You look at your watch and start to curse as you put your stuff in your bag, trying not to forget anything.
‘’Are you ok?’’ Tom asks you, a worried look on his eyes.
‘’Class started five minutes ago. It’s a ten minute drive from here’’ you tell him as you keep packing your stuff. There are moments like these in which you regret always getting everything out of your bag wherever you go. You stop suddenly and look at him, smiling softly while putting a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘’You know, I may write about this day for my paper. You are the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a while’’ you say, smiling.
He laughs and watches you pack. Just as you are about to leave, he gets up from his seat and touches your arm.
‘’Wait’’ he says, making you look at him. He hands you a piece of folded paper -a napkin, you assume; and puts his hands on his pockets, blushing a little. ‘’If you don’t mind, I would like to give you another perfect autumn day. Maybe one that is more worth-writing’’ he says softly.
You blush as well and unfold the napkin, seeing his number scribbled on there.
‘’That would be great’’ you tell him, putting the napkin on your pocket. ‘’I will make sure to text you later today’’ you say, still blushing. You both awkwardly stand there for a little until you realize you have to go, quickly kissing his cheek in an act of bravery before walking to the door. ‘’It was nice meeting you’’ you tell him before leaving the café, a smile plastered on your lips as you walk to your car, the image of the boy you just met still on your mind.

oh gods guys some funny shit happen to me today

so i was in class today and my friends said that there was this guy who likes me and he came up to me and started a conversation with me. he noticed i had my Hogwarts shirt on and started talking about the houses and was like 

 boy: so you like Harry Potter? 

 me: yeah. you read it?

boy: watched some of the movies 

me: cool. what house do you think your in? 

 boy: idk, anything but Slytherin. i don’t want to be in a house full of evil people, they’re the worst 

 me: i’m in Slytherin 

 boy: …. oh 

 lolol his face was priceless, i can’t rn. yeah that’s it, just wanted to share that experience w you guys sorry if it’s hella boring but my friends were dying

anonymous asked:

Spite Prompt-a-Thon: Teacher!Gold helps Teacher!Belle with grading her students' assignments at her house. They make-out while Gold fingers her until they hear Belle's husband pulling up in the drive-way.

Lesson Plans


Notes: So… yeah. Things just keep happening. IDK. Warnings for infidelity, if that’s not your cake. Hope this meets with your approval, Anon. Thanks for the prompt! Unbeta’d so it’s probably a hot mess.

The pile of essays lay scattered across the coffee table along with a box of red pens. A few stapled pages had slipped off onto the floor, one sliding half under a chair. Most of them were done, but grading the remaining forty or so would have to wait because Belle French was otherwise occupied.

She arched her back and moaned as Gold broken their kiss. A thin trail of saliva dripped between their wet, open mouths for a moment before he nipped and licked his way along her jaw to her neck. One minute they’d been elbow deep in her eighth grade English literature essays, the next they were inches apart having a heated argument about the shooting of Lennie in Of Mice and Men. She’d run out of breath and paused, and found herself staring into his soulful brown eyes.

Then he’d closed the distance and crushed his mouth against hers. And she’d kissed him back. As much as she wanted it to feel wrong, because she had a husband and it really was so very wrong, it didn’t. It felt right.

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Sorry but like… I literally cannot fathom choosing to come out to dangerously homophobic/transphobic family. I can’t imagine why anyone would choose to do that on their own. If you know it isn’t safe, why would you? Why risk loosing your housing and suffering abuse? Idk as someone who lived with abusive family members and who was outed, I just can’t justify choosing to come out on your own knowing it would have consequences.

But something that astounds me MORE is that there are people who decide “I’m going to tell my parents information about how much I feel sexual attraction and when it happens and under what specific circumstances” and equate that to ACTUAL coming out, and the reactions to ACTUAL abuse. Your parents not caring about how you feel sexual attraction or dismissing it is not the same as hearing literally any homophobic/transphobic comment from a family member

anonymous asked:

What if I told you I was Kylo Ren and idk how to tumblr but after Daisy quit social media I took a gander and just happened across your blog hmm?

I would tell you to come to my house, Kylo Ren, so I can show you how to *cough* Tumblr
I Egged Your House - bangtansunyeondan - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Hey guys, I wrote a new fic!!

Pairing: Yoonseok, background Vmin, and namjin if you squint

To give a quick summary, Jungkook dares Hoseok to egg a house which happens to be Yoongi’s house. His dad’s a cop, so Hoseok lies and says Yoongi’s his ex-boyfriend who did him wrong. Things happen.

Also, my username on ao3 used to be mar11 but i changed it so it’s now the same as my tumblr url

Jealous Jackson ~ Part Two

This is completely not what you’re expecting guys, please don’t hate me. It just came out this way idk what happened. I’m so sorry. Half of this is drama and not even smut I apologize so deeply.

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Cheating, Appearance by Markipoo.

You didn’t think he’d walk in. You honestly didn’t think he’d even be there. Why would he be? It wasn’t his house. But of course Jackson showed up. Walked right into Mark’s apartment, using his spare key to unlock the door, holding groceries and take out. You tried pulling away before he saw anything, but Mark’s hand was on the back of your head, firmly holding you on him with a deep groan. You close your eyes when Jackson walks into the room, knowing, just knowing. Shit was about to go down.

“What the fuck?!” His screech reaches your ears and you flinch. You reach up and smack at Mark’s wrist, forcing him to let go so you could pull off of his cock with a pop. You look over and see Jackson’s confused face, glancing back and forth between you and the naked boy you were kneeling in front of.

“Jackson I can explain,” you say, wiping your mouth and standing up. He doesn’t say a word, watching your every move with a dropped jaw. You didn’t know what to say, what to explain when you weren’t even doing anything wrong. You weren’t dating Jackson but you still search for words. “I uh..”

“Why do you need to explain anything?” Mark asks. “I’m confused guys.. What’s going on?”

“I um..” You repeat, looking at the nude blonde sat on the couch. “I..”

“She’s mine Mark! How could you?!”

“Yours?” Mark retaliates with a questioning tone.


“You guys are dating? But I thought you liked me?”

“What?” You splutter, choking on your spit. “No! God no-”

Your head turns and you see Jackson stomping off. Without a second thought you run after him.

“Wait y/n,” Mark stops you and you face him, biting your lip. Your mouth opens and closes, your head whipping to watch Jackson get further away but looking back at him.

“I’m sorry Mark. I just-” without another word you’re turning the corner and leaving Mark behind.

“Jackson wait,” you jog down the hall, barely catching him turning into the spare room at the end. You groan and hurriedly follow him, the door slamming shut as soon as you run inside. You flip around and see him, leaning up against the wall and staring at you with dark eyes. You swallow thickly. “Jackson, I-”

“Save your bullshit,” he snaps. You could hear the hurt wavering in his voice.

“It meant nothing,” you say slowly, reaching your hand out to him. You didn’t even know why you needed to say that in the first place. Whether whatever you and Mark did meant anything or not, it had nothing to do with Jackson. “It meant absolutely nothing, I swear..”

“I don’t believe you!” He shouts. His face was red with anger and heart break and he needed to blow up on someone. Or something. He spins his body around and delivers a nice hard punch to the door, making a decent sized hole appear under his fist. Thinking back to the moment he walked in on you taking one of his closest friends cock deep into your mouth, he feels tears prickle his eyes. “Fuck!” He screams and pulls at his dark hair.

He didn’t turn back to face you and you knew he had let his tears out by the way he was furiously wiping at his cheeks. The guilt settles in your throat and you couldn’t swallow it down.


“What?!” He barks, still not looking at you and staying faced towards the now broken door.

“I didn’t even know we were.. whatever you think we are.. I thought we were just friends..” You say gently. You reach out to touch his shoulder and he flinches.

“Don’t touch,” he warns you lowly and you quickly yank your hand back. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you but he was upset right now and if he needed space, you’d give it to him. “God damn it y/n!”

Jackson punches the door again, but this time not hard enough to leave another hole. He turns around to grab your wrist and pulls you to his chest, crushing you in an unexpected hug. With widened eyes, you let him squeeze you, his damp face pushed into your neck. His tears were cold against your hot skin.

“You know how I feel about you!” He accuses, his voice cracking at the end and just breaking your heart into a million pieces. “I fucking know you know! You have to.. You just have to..”

You were too oblivious to realize anything before, and even now when the words were coming out of his mouth you still couldn’t comprehend.

“You know how crazy I am about you and how- and how much I-” he gets choked up and has to hug you tighter, more tears coming from his eyes. He starts whispering. “You know how much I love you don’t you? I love you so much, so fucking much and it’s eating me alive and driving me absolutely fucking crazy that you don’t feel the same.”

“No Jackson-” you try pushing him away and you’re successful, but he grabs your hands and gets down on his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with big, watering brown eyes and you frown. “Jackson..”

“No y/n,” he shakes his head. “I can’t take this anymore! I can’t take you running around with other guys, Mark specifically! I need you to be mine! Mine and only mine, not Mark’s. Not anyone’s but mine.”

Without saying anything you pull him up from the floor, tugging your hands from his. You grab his face and bring him closer, brushing your noses together. Before you kiss him he speaks up, broken voice killing you.

“You’re my everything..” He whispers.

“I know..” You nod, kissing the corner of his mouth. You kiss the tears from his cheeks.

“Please don’t hurt me again,” he begs quietly. “Please. Please-”

“Ssh ssh ssh,” you gently shush him, pushing your lips to his in a salty kiss.

What started out soft quickly grew fast and needy, Jackson’s hands gripping at any part of you he could to pull you closer as his mouth devoured your own. More tears were making their way down his cheeks but he didn’t care. Your fingers tug on the zipper of his jacket and he helps you push it off his shoulders. His lips still planted on yours, he starts walking you backwards, pulling his coat off. You were just in a bra, since you and Mark had been messing around, and Jackson easily gets it off and on the floor, just as you fall back onto the bed. Neither of you cared that you were about to have sex in Mark’s spare room.

Jackson’s body fits between your legs, his hand groping your panties and pulling them off roughly before fitting his hips against yours. His mouth travels over your skin, hot breath causing goosebumps to rise under his smooth hands.

Your fingers tangle into his hair as his tongue rolls over your nipple, your head tilting back at the familiar feeling. So many times you’ve done this before, even though this time was different with Jackson’s needy and desperate touches. This time he was crying, you were on the verge of tears yourself, and the air was thick with not only lust but love too. He told you how he felt about you and he was going to make sure you believed him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, making eye contact as he kisses his way down your body. His lips brush over your thighs, a moan leaving his mouth. “Love your thighs. So thick… so fucking beautiful.”

You whine and pull on his hair, bringing his face closer to where you want, needed him most. He blows cold air on you and it makes your thighs squeeze shut. His hands spread your knees apart.

“Keep ‘em wide open for me,” he murmurs, straining his neck to kiss your aching core. His tongue presses flat against you and your body shivers under his light flicks and licks. He traces around and circles your entrance with the tip of his slimy muscle, gently pushing in and pulling right back out when you moan.

“Jackson stop playing,” you beg, helpless under the movements of his quick tongue. He pulls away and looks up at you.

“You mean like how you played with my heart?” he asks and you freeze, before frowning.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, with nothing else to say.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles. He moves back down again but without the strong confidence he had before. He lazily sucks on your clit but you felt no pleasure, only pain and guilt, so you pull on his hair to bring him back up.

“Jackson stop,” you continue once you have his attention. “It’s not fine. You can’t say that-”

“I know it’s not okay,” he cuts you off with a crack in his voice. “But what the hell else are you expecting me to say? I love you. Even if we leave this room, together, and you go behind my back again with my best fucking friend, I’ll forgive you. You do it five more times? Six? I’ll still forgive you. If I say it’s okay, when it’s not, I can pretend like it actually is. Even if you go behind my back with Mark every week, every night, whatever, I’ll still forgive you. No matter how many times, even if you don’t love me, I’ll continue loving you.”

“Jackson no no no hey,” your hands squish his cheeks and pull him up your body. You plant, one, two, three kisses on his lips, your thumbs swiping away his fresh tears. “I do love you. I do so much.”

“Then why the hell do you sneak around? Why do you keep coming back to Mark? I walked in on you fucking sucking his dick, after you had just said you would never see him again! You said you were mine and no one else’s but you let me walk into that!”

“I know!” You kiss him again. “I know, and I am so fucking sorry Jackson. I’m so sorry. I love you, not Mark. I will always and forever only love you. Only you…”

He looks at you with hopeful eyes, but its gone within seconds and he rips his head out of your hands, looking away and not making eye contact with you. “You said that last time.”

“Jackson please,” you bring him back, kissing his nose and the corner of his mouth, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling your hands away and crawling off the bed. “I need time.”

“Jackson no wait,” You watch him get dressed slowly and silently. “Please.”

“Please what? Please stay?” He looks at you, fully clothed and you bite your lip. He shakes his head and messes his hair up, like he always has done when he’s overly frustrated. “I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to go. I’ll um… I’ll call you or something.”

“Jackson-” He leaves you in the room alone and you sit on the bed with your jaw on the floor.

You flinch when the front door slams loudly and echoes all the way into the room you were in. Hoisting yourself to sit up, you play with your hands in your lap, not wanting to leave and face anyone.
“Are you okay?”

You snap your head up. “Oh uh,” you grab a pillow and cover yourself as Mark makes his way into the room. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me,” he smiles prettily at you and you slump your shoulders, sighing.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he sits on the edge of the mattress next to you, and you cover yourself a little better. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh again. “Nothing’s really wrong. Jackson’s just-”

“Do you love him?”

When you look up, Mark was idly tracing the designs on the duvet, watching his fingers intently follow the stitches of endless swirls.

“I-” you stutter, caught off guard. “I mean, yeah. I do, I guess.”

“You guess?” He looks up at you and you see the question lingering in his dark eyes. He scrunches his eyebrows when you don’t answer, you couldn’t and he could tell, so he nods, his bottom lip sticking out a bit as he looks away again to speak to the blanket. “Okay. I understand.”


“Can I have one last kiss? I’ll leave you alone, never speak to you again if that’s what you want, if I can just kiss you once.” He’s looking up again and you’re speechless.

“Mark,” you start.

“Please. I promise, just one kiss.”

You chew on your lip in contemplation. Your head is nodding, shocking even you and the boy on the edge twists his body and moves until he’s right in front of you. His hand softly cradles your jaw and you accept it when he leans forward and captures your lips with his own. After a few seconds he doesn’t pull away but just as you go to, he tightens his grip on you and keeps you in place.


“Ssh,” he whispers, moving his lips along yours.

He steals the breath right out of your lungs, almost making you choke on nothing as he deepens the kiss. You’re reaching to grab his shirt and pull him closer, and it’s the first time you realize he doesn’t even have one on.

Mark’s hands move and he grabs the pillow first, moving it from in front of you, then grabbing your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he lays down. You don’t stop his tongue when it clashes with yours. You don’t stop his hands from roaming over your bare body, wandering down the back of your thighs, and you don’t stop him when he pulls his sweats off. You should’ve, you had warning sirens going off in your head but you ignored them and kissed Mark harder, grinding down onto his erection.

“Y/n,” he pants.

“Don’t stop,” you tell him, placing sloppy quick kisses down his neck. You harshly suck on his collarbones and he moans loudly.


Mark goes back to feeling you up, his fingers pinching at any exposed skin he could reach. He strokes your heat gently. sliding his fingers through your wetness that was meant for Jackson. He presses his long digits inside and you whine against his chest, pushing yourself back onto his hand. This was wrong, you knew that, but Jackson left. He walked out on you.

“That’s right, ride my fingers,” Mark huskily whispers, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace. He stretches you open and pulls out, using your slick to lube up his cock before he’s lowering you down onto him. You lean over him, your hair tied up and messy, and he intensely stares at you with his lip between his teeth as you circle your hips. “Come on.”

You grab his hands and put them above his head, your fingers locked together as you lift up. You fall back down and pick up the pace until you’re slamming down onto him, his cock pressing inside you so deep and pulsing against your walls.

“Mark,” you rasp, rolling your body and making the boy under you groan. You squeak, your nails digging into the backs of his hands, when he bucks up. He squeezes your hands as he rams up into you, forcing inside your tightness and jabbing against your g-spot. “Fuck! Mark right there, right there please god don’t stop.”

Despite your pleas, Mark pulls away from you and pushes you off of him. He lays you down and spreads your legs before plunging back into you. You scream and he drops on top of you, covering your mouth with his own and swallowing down your noises. His hand soon replaces his lips, clamping over your mouth and staring into your eyes as his heavy breath fans over your face. He was grunting and moaning, listening to you scream into his palm while he propels his cock deep inside of you. In no time he finds your spot again and abuses it harshly, tears leaking from your eyes as his pulsating head pierces your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over. The pleasure was so overwhelming you had to cry, you’re glad he knew to keep his hand over your mouth otherwise you’d disturb the neighbors.

“You okay?” Mark pants. You nod frantically and he presses a kiss to your forehead, driving his hard dick into you faster and deeper if that was possible.

You squirm around as your stomach tightens up with your approaching orgasm, another muffled scream leaving your mouth.

“Close?” Mark manages to gasp out and you nod as you look at him, more tears falling from your eyes. “Come baby, come on.”

You strain to hold on a little bit longer, but the feeling of Mark’s throbbing cock thrusting inside of you drove you over the edge, your body quaking with the force of your ecstasy wave. Pleasure spikes through every part of you, your mouth continuing to let out smothered noises caught by Mark’s sweaty hand. He pulls away, wildly pushing into you and chasing his own release as you breathe under him.

“Mark,” you rasp his name out and he smashes his lips onto yours, groaning and whimpering before one last thrust pushes him over the edge and your clenching heat has him seeing white. He chokes on his moans. his eyes squeezed tightly shut and perfectly white teeth digging into his bottom lip as he shoots inside of you. his hips jerk and he slows down, gently sliding in and out to milk himself dry. Once he’s finished he collapses on top of you, face buried into your neck as he tries to catch his breath. He pecks your sticky lips before pulling out and rolling over to fall asleep.

You sit in nothing but silence, save for Mark’s soft snoring next to you, feeling dirty and disgusting as you think about what you just did. You couldn’t help the broken sob that left your lips or the dull ache in your heart when the reality finally hit you.

I didn’t even read over this. Please please don’t hate me because I love you all so much.

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anonymous asked:

Why not if you don't mind me asking? You don't think it's possible?

I think virtually anything to do with this band is /possible/. 

But if the kid was Brett and Tammi’s, they would have him all the time, not once a week or once every few days even. Also, they snap and post photos of their house pretty extensively, and there is virtually no baby anything there ever, no baby proofing, no toys, no pacifiers lying on the table or bottles not put away. Idk if you’ve ever been to the house of someone with a baby but it’s just not realistic.

They’ve also gone on vacation, extended vacation without the child. You don’t dump your infant on family for 2 weeks that just.. does not happen.

I know everyone is very 👀 at the visual similarities between them (i certainly am). 

But the looks of a baby in and around a year and under is not enough to claim parentage. In some cases it’s very very obvious yeah, but in most it’s not. I could find you right now that I /know/ personally of, 3 babies who could be mistaken for freddie or pass as his sibling.

He seems to have certain characteristics that seem pretty inherent in the clark family based off pictures of them (eyes and nose stand out to me). But there’s not nearly enough for me to say “yeah he’s ____ and ____ kid”. 


Anon: “What the fuck?” Sorry, this was the first sentence that popped into my head idk why, it’s not great.

“What the Fuck!?” Dan exclaims more than questions.

“Oh my god. Dan, I am so sorry!”

“Why would you do this to me?” Dan questions, and you can see the heart ache in his eyes.

“I am so sorry… I didn’t mean for this to happen” You say as tears form in your eyes.

“Oh god, baby, I was only joking. It’s okay, don’t cry! I can just buy a new wii u” Dan says as he finally notices that you are actually getting upset.

You were cleaning the house, dusting at the time, when you accidentally knocked the wii u from the table. You had tried to catch it but you simply weren’t fast enough. Of course, the moment the console hit the floor, Dan walked into the room.

“You aren’t mad?” you question with wide eyes.

“Of course not. Accidents happen, we’re both a bit clumsy” Dan says while he wraps his arms around you in a comforting hug. You smile and lean into his embrace.

“So… how about a trip to the shops?” Dan suggests, and you let out a small giggle.

“You can wait till tomorrow?” you question

“Ah, so this was all a plan, break my game so I can’t play. You could have just asked me to stop for a while” Dan teases with a smirk of his handsome features. You give his chest a light smack.

“oh shut up and get ready. Lets go get you a new one”

“We can go tomorrow, for now I want you to stop cleaning and come cuddle in bed and watch some movies with me, my clumsy little princess"

anonymous asked:

That's so hilarious that the name of your crush is Phil.We would make a good team.He was actually never at my place.But I hope he will do this again!I know this sounds like from a sweet fanfic but I SWEAR this was the truth. I texted with him for a little and he was the one that texted. But I'm still really scared to make a move. Maybe I'm just getting him wrong or smthng IDK. But I solemnly swear if I get another chance like this to kiss him I will and I don't even care what will happen -s anon

It really is 😂! The best team in the world. Well, that’s awesome then! honestly i have a really good feeling with this. if you have been texting and he showed up at your house then that’s soooooo perfect! 

I’m currently imagining your crush sitting at home freaking out just like we are. telling his friends the exact same story like ‘i should have kissed her’ 

anonymous asked:

So this guy I'm seeing invited me to his house all his homeboys were there drinking and shit so I got tipsy and we made out and in middle of hooking up his friend told him code red cuz his son and baby mommas mom showed up and his ass made me jump out the window! And after all that acted like nothing happened idk what to think advice?

i don’t think a guy like that is worth your time tbh. do you really want to be sneaking around with this dude? he has a whole baby mama and child, that’s who he should be focused on. idk about you but guys with kids are always a no go imo.


tagged by @josugayasu thanks a bunch!!

Name: Marguerite Rose

Nickname: Rosie

Gender: female

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′4″
Sexual orientation: idk?? bi maybe
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 
Favorite color: grey/ pink 
Favorite animal: owls, cats 
Time right now: 7:12 pm
Cat or dog person: Cat
Favorite fictional character: hmmm Jolyne Kujo, Dio Brando, Hisoka, etc.
Number of blankets I sleep with: One
Favorite singer/band:  Carrie Underwood, Queen, Elecktra Women’s Choir
Dream trip: traveling across Europe or going to Shanghai, China
Dream job: character designer in an animation studio
When was this blog created: late 2015
When did your blog reach its peak: gosh i hope it didn’t happen already
What made you decide to make a tumblr: good hxh shit
Why did you pick your url: i was a hetalia weeb so i chose Belarus’s human name, my middle name is Rose, and i like rain

Y’all wanna do this? @jasonphantombear @interstellarentity @cloudwindow0 @rohancishbe @rohanfxcker @hanatto @captainofthederpymuffins @amanitasgrave

((you obviously don’t have to do this is you don’t want to))

horrorchampharvey  asked:

"A tale befitting any opera" for the Repo thing!

((This is just a short little Drabble/ficlet and IDK if this is what you wanted but here, have Graverobber and Shilo passive aggressively bonding after the Genetic Opera. Because passive aggressive friends are the best friends.))

When she arrives back at the house that used to feel like hers, he is outside the gate smoking a nearly burnt out cigarette. And because she can’t seem to speak about what happened only hours before at the Genetic Opera, she says, “You’ll ruin your lungs, you know.”

He snorts, drops the butt of the cigarette and kills its last embers with the blunt toe of his boot. “There’s always another surgery, kid.”

She considers this. There was a time–had it been just a few hours ago?–when she believed in the GeneCo promise to cure the world of its problems. A time when surgeries seemed like beacons of hope in a burning and dying world. But now–the thought of lungs that are not hers makes her chest burn and she shudders.

“Good show tonight,” he says, still kicking at the used cigarette on the ground. “Effects needed work, though. It’s opera, not Grand Guignol.”

It takes her a long and sick moment to realize that his grotesque attempt at a joke is his way of telling her that he’s sorry. And though she wants nothing more than to strike him for his tone, she finds that it’s easier, just now, to speak about the events of the evening in the same way he does.

“A tragedy,” she says.

“A grand tradition,” he tells her.

“Befitting any opera,” she continues. And she knows that she’s parroting someone, but she can’t remember who.

He nods. It’s slow and purposeful and she knows that he means it when he says, after a long silence, “Need anything?”

Her enormous house, her entire world, equipped with everything that she needs stands before her, just past the gate. But she doesn’t want to enter yet. So she sits down beside him, pushes blood soaked hair out of her eyes with blood stained fingers, and requests, “a cigarette?”

He hands one to her, offers her a light, and watches her take a drag, laughing just a little when the first one chokes her.

“You’ll ruin your lungs, you know,” he says.

She studies the ember and ash at the end of the cigarette and says, “I’ll take my chances.”

I have this visual of Calum driving in his Porsche with his spotify blasting so loud that it’s drowning out all of the thoughts in his head and he doesn’t really have a destination on where he’s going, he’s just driving until he can’t think anymore. And he ends up driving to your house and he doesn’t know how he ended up there, but he’s really glad he did bc you make him forget