im making one for past ones

mark my words (m)

pairing: reader x sugar daddy!kim namjoon

genre/components: smut, crack, fluff // kim namjoon had money and a taste for sweet little things with the sharpest tongues 

count: 15,548 words

also extended, rewritten, crossposted to ao3 as minjoon

a/n: for anon who requested it months ago im so sorry this took so long but i hope it was worth :^) 

The blinking line on his blank document was laughing at him. He swore it was laughing at him and has been laughing at him for the past half an hour since he sat down and fired up the program. One word, backspace. Three words, backspace. One fucking sentence, he fucking backspaced. He let out a growl of frustration as he pushed back from his desk, rubbing his eyes as if the pain would clear up any part of his brain – preferably the one that didn’t make him sound like a five year old storybook. He might as well have typed “The wife is a sadist who accidentally killed her husband mid-fuck.”

Grabbing his robe, he quickly tugged it on and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a blistering hot cup of coffee. His answering machine had picked up seven missed calls, probably from his editor cursing him out for missing his calls.

He couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them or even handle his editor’s desire to tear him a new one when he was so tempted to do it himself. His last book had been published a few months ago. Usually, by the time one was stocked up on the shelves, he’d be working on the next as he cashed in whatever the latest one was making. However, with the last few miserable months, everything he printed looked like a shit stain on a piece of paper. Even his editor, who was down to his last string of patience, thought so.

Things used to come naturally to Namjoon. All the sophisticated whatnot, all the carefully intricate plots that wove themselves onto the blank pages in fabricated fiction. He didn’t know what happened to him. He’s never had a muse except for his own messed-up life so it wasn’t possible that (as what his readers and critics believed at least) his inspiration had evaporated into thin air.

Namjoon perhaps knew what had been happening, what he saw from three books away. But he wasn’t about to fucking admit it because that shit didn’t happen to the genius, versatile writer, Kim Namjoon. Whatever he wrote turned into gold, selling nearly as many copies as the holy Bible. If his jittery nerves wasn’t enough evidence of his problem, then the coffee cup shaking in his earthquake of a hand was. As the realization sank in, he was finally hit with the cold hard truth.

Kim Namjoon had hit writer’s block.

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but do aliens believe in us? [prints]

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency is one of the best shows I've ever seen. It's the perfect mix of humor, sci-fi, and gore, and still remains family friendly. The characters are extremely diverse, several being POC, having mental disorders, or troubled pasts. All of this while still being seen as just as important as everyone else. Not to mention none of the women in this series is sexualised ever, no one is threatened by rape in scenes where it other ways would be expected, and many times the women are the ones who actually get stuff done. The story is amazing and strange and confusing, no one ever knows what's going on, not even the characters, it's just such a wonderful show and the fact that so few people have seen it is unbelievable.

{thanks to @mochilester for making this banner lob u }

 i cant believe i made it to 1k! guys this is crazy, i never even thought i would make it past one follower (s/o to @phanofsterek, my first follower)!! to make it to one t h o u s an d ??? thats incredible. ive done one of these before, but this one’s gonna be a bit more organized ahaha

before anything else heres 2 people that i legit cant live without:

@punkisdead, you my girlfriend heheh!!  i love you so damn much. youre the best person that i could ever be with. heres to forever darling. im so in love with you.

@theaterdan, my actual best internet friend, youre a fuckface, but i love u. thanks for always being here for me. i appreciate you so much.

on with the ff!!

the phetus squad: @angelphannie, @becausedodie, @dansforeheadcurl, @energeticwarrior, @fringecheck, @gayeclipse, @lesterp, @moonphilight, @philester, @starinorbit, and @sweetpeachlester,,,, i love all of u and i miss you all!!! yall are the best :(

here are some other buds ive made over the course of my 11 months on this shithole wonderful website tumblrdotcom

my buds: 
✨ @abeautifultragic✨ @acleverphanpun@cluelesslester@cyxical@dantlers@have-a-balloon@hesitant-dan@looxylovegood@mochilester ✨  @opaquehowell@paradisedan@princephil@princessdan@royaltydan@space-bae@they-them@tigersinmyface@vciero666@yuri-howell@-xxmorganxx- (the only irl person that has my url -love u b-) ✨

and finally, people that i like seeing on my dash!


✨ @astronautdan​ ✨ @beanboyjoseph@blackparadehowell@bloomhowell@buttercupross@cafephan@cashtonflowers@cringe-attacks@cozydan


✨  @danisnotonfirewhiskey@danisnotonfirez@danisnotonfuego@dansshibe@dantea@deadpeej@demonphannie@denimnjh@doggodanny@fcknghowell@fireflyphil@fvesos@glasshowell@glowinghowell@godhatesteddy


 @helllointernet ✨  @hemmingd ✨  @iamprettyodd ✨  @intimatepml ✨  @leftsharklester ✨  @lesterlicioushowell ✨  @litraleehowell ✨  @lukemichael ✨  @moonsbitch@macaronidan ✨  


@p-h-a-n-g-e-e-k@phanhtml ✨  @phans-anime-shelf ✨  @phanperra ✨  @plainwhitebees ✨  @planethowell ✨  @ratinof ✨  @rainbowshowell ✨  @regionalblurryface ✨  @roughlester ✨  @ryan-ross-monstercock ✨  @saxo-sexual ✨  @shibes-howell ✨  @softdnp ✨  @sungminova ✨ 


✨ @theylikeboys ✨  @thiccphil ✨  @thorlester ✨  @tylerjosephs@vaporstan@vyou ✨  @wastedgf@whendodie ✨  @writerlester ✨  @yiffdan ✨  @yiffdnp ✨  @yuurihowell ✨  @2k13muke

again, thank you to everyone who got me here to 1k, it really means alot, ahhh!!!

precious child (ノ◕‿◕)ノ*・゚☆


Oh, Marco. You get used to it! …perhaps. 

I really wanna do this cool fanfic thing

((Its basically a crossover between Diaries and Mystreet. Ive had this idea for the past months but I never really had any idea on how to properly get it out there. I didnt wanna do one of those kinds of fanfics where they are short, fast paced, poorly written. I wanted to make this one like one of those really high quality fanfics that are slow paced and have just really good story in them, however I still never got time to write or to properly plan and order the story. But I still wanna share my idea. I am still debating on what to exactly do.

It takes place in Season 3 of Diaries, and that intermission season between Season 3 and 4 of Mystreet. 

[spoilers for my friends who still need to catch up on the series]

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Please, Daddy//Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by got7savedkpop

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You find out Jinyoungs number one kink.

Author’s Note: hi yes im lowkey ***** bye

WARNINGS: Slight bondage, cum denial, Spanking, daddy kink.

xoxo Sara

It wasn’t your intention. You didn’t want to make Jinyoung angry. You didn’t want to make him jealous.

Maybe it was the way you accidentally brushed up against Mark that caught his eye. Or the way that Yugyeom went to hold your hand when he thought it was Bambam’s. Maybe it was because you were in a short, loose summer dress; the weather nice despite it being past the first day of fall.

Whether it be one of things, or all of them mushed together into one, you had no idea. All you knew is that you made him angry.

And it was evident with the way that he shoved you against the wall, turning you slightly so your face was pressed against it, his front pressing harder and harder against you until you felt exactly what you had done to him.

“(Y/N),” he mumbled, sliding your hair from your shoulder, “It’s not good to tease me.”

He trailed his lips from your shoulder to your neck, only pressing them softly against your skin, making you whine for more. He bit your earlobe softly, earning a groan to fall from your lips.

“You know when it comes to teasing, I always win.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as one of his hands went to cup your breasts through the thin material of your dress, while the other bunched up the material near your thigh, his fingers trailing closer and closer to where you needed him most. His fingers slid into your panties, sliding in between your folds and making you gasp before he pulled them away.

“Ah, Jagiya,” he chuckled lowly, licking his lips slowly, “So wet already? Who made you this way, hm?”  

“You did,” you spoke softly, watching as his hand trailed up to your mouth, holding his fingers out to you.

Suck,” he commanded, and you wasted no time in following his commands; you took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted yourself. His eyes watched you intently before he slipped his fingers from your lips.

You whined softly,  looking back at him with doe eyes as you pouted. “Please, baby.”

Suddenly, you felt a stinging pain on your backside. A low growl left his throat as his teeth dug into your skin, “What was that, Jagiya?”

Please,” you whimpered, the pain turning into sheer pleasure as you laid your head back onto his shoulder, “Please, Daddy. I need you.”
“That’s better,” he grunted, releasing you from his grip, “Go to the bedroom.”

Without hesitation, you listened to his commands yet again, making your way to the bedroom in anticipation. You waited for what felt like an eternity until he came into the room, rolling his sleeves up passed his elbows.

“Did you think it was okay to wear such a thin little dress out with the boys?” He said as he stepped beyond the threshold of your bedroom door, eyes firing with lust as he looked at you up and down.

“Did you think it was okay to make all of the other boys stare at you like you were some piece of meat?”

He licked his lips as he made his way over to you,  gripping your waist tightly. “You’re going to have to be punished, princess.”

You whimpered softly at the thought of his ‘punishments’. You had never seen this side of Jinyoung before, and you weren’t going to lie, it made you aroused.

“Bend over,” he spoke, spinning you around and slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders, watching it fall to the ground to reveal your pretty pink panties, ones you knew were his favorites on you.

A low groan bubbled in the back of his throat as he ran his hand up your spine, pushing your face towards the mattress slightly.

“I said bend over,” he growled, hand finding your behind, giving it a squeeze, “Are you disobeying me?”

“No, daddy,” you moaned, feeling his hands roam your body as his nails dug into your skin, making you hiss in both pain and pleasure.

“What do you want your punishment to be, sweetheart?” Jinyoung mumbled, hands leaving your back momentarily to reach towards his dresser. He pulled a tie from his top drawer, taking it in his mouth as he waited for your answer.

You felt him pull your arms behind your back, your hands being pushed together as the silky fabric fell against your wrists, tying them tightly together.

“I want you to spank me,” you whispered, cheeks heating up as you felt his breath fan against your neck.

“What was that, princess?” you felt his smirk against your skin as he trailed his lips against the curve of your spine, slowly pulling you up so your back was rested against him again.

“Spank me, daddy,” you pleaded softly, biting your lip as you awaited your punishment.

You whimpered softly as you felt his hand find its way to your backside yet again, the skin stinging and surely becoming red with each smack of his palm.

“Like that?” he looked at you slyly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as you nodded, “Is that what you want?”

“Mhm,” you moaned, digging your nails into your palms as you leaned your head back against him.

“I’m not going to give you that pleasure, princess,” he hummed, picking you up slowly and placing you on the bed. You groaned softly at his statement, a sigh following right after as he slowly crawled on top of you.

“But i’m going to show you that you’re mine. Not Marks or Yugyeoms.” He cupped your chin slowly, making you look up at him as he bit his lip.

You felt his lips press to your skin, sucking roughly to create big purple bruises on your neck and shoulders. You moaned lowly, closing your eyes as his hands traveled down your body. You felt your back arch, pushing your chest against his as he continued to work on your body, his tongue soothing over the skin that he had assaulted moments before.

His fingers hooked into the insides of your panties, pulling them down slowly, teasingly, down your legs. Your thighs trembled in anticipation, his pace achingly slow as his fingers slipped in between your folds.

“Jinyoung,” you moaned, watching  as his hand slid between your two bodies and circled two fingers around your clit. “Go faster, please.”

“What was that, princess?” he asked removing his fingers from you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Daddy, please go faster,” you whimpered, pride thrown out the window as you moaned loudly moments later, his fingers sliding themselves inside of you, pumping in and out quickly, giving you no time to adjust.

You squirmed underneath him as his fingers continuously pushed themselves in and out of you, his other hand reaching behind you to unhook your bra, releasing your breasts as his lips found your nub, sucking on it softly. You struggled to get your hands free, wanting nothing more than to touch him, but you couldn’t seem to get his knot undone.

You felt the knot in your tummy slowly build up, his fingers working wonders as they hit the spots he knew made you gasp for more, as his lips continued to bite and suck at your nipples, making you whimper out in pleasure.

“Jinyoung,” you cried out, feeling the knot slowly begin to unravel inside of you as you panted. Without warning, Jinyoung slid his fingers from you yet again, bringing your pleasure to a sudden halt. You groaned loudly at the loss of contact,  watching as he pulled away slowly.

“What did I tell you, princess?” Jinyong smirked at you softly, standing as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt and undo his pants, “I’m not Jinyoung tonight.”

“Daddy, i’m sorry,” you whimpered, looking at him with big doe eyes, “Please, please let me cum.”

He slipped his shirt off, revealing his nice soft skin as he simultaneously slid his pants down his legs, his boxers hugging his skin tightly as the prominent bulge pressed against the sides.

“I’ll let you cum,” he mumbled, taking your arm and helping you up, to shove you to your knees, “If you do a good job. Will you do good for me, princess?”

He cupped your cheek softly as he slid his member from his boxers, pre-cum pooling at the tip from the sight of you looking so beautiful, so submissive in front of him. You nodded softly, not wasting any time with taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head as you sunk down against him.

“God,” he moaned softly, leaning his head back as his hand found its way into your hair, “That feels amazing.”

You looked up at him as you went down on him, bobbing your head rhythmically as his hand guided you, allowing to reach the spots you knew he liked.

He let your name slip from his mouth as you continued, hollowing your cheeks around him as you continued to pleasure him. You felt him twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close to his release. He pulled you off of him by your hair, leaving you confused as he panted. He smirked at the confused look on your face as he crawled onto the bed yet again, leading you with him as he pressed his torso against yours.

“Don’t worry princess,” Jinyoung whispered, one hand cupping your breast as the other one led his member in between your folds, “I want to be inside of you when I cum.”

Without warning, he shoved his member inside of you, making you moan loudly as you felt his hips rock against you, the tip of his cock continuously brushing against you, leaving you seeing stars spread against your closed eyelids.

He lulled your head against his shoulder as he nipped and sucked on your skin, fingers pinching your nipples as he continued to thrust into you, his free hand trailing up your body.

“Do you want to touch me, princess?” he grunted into your skin, his fingers gripping the side of the tie that was currently banding your wrists together.

“Yes, Please,” you whimpered, nodding against him as you felt your hands slowly being freed. Your hands immediately went into his hair as his pace quickened, his fingers making their way down your body to circle around your clit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling him twitch inside you yet again, the same knot that had formed before but painfully went away coming back. You felt your walls tighten against him, making him let out a long moan, your name tied at the end of it as you tugged the ends of his hair.

“Daddy, please let me cum,” you moaned against him, digging your nails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I need to cum.”

“Cum for me,” He grunted, “Cum for me, you dirty girl. Tell me who makes you feel this way.”

You moaned his name loudly, orgasm hitting you like a tonne of bricks; your thighs shaking violently as you felt yourself release, Jinyoung not far behind as he came undone as well, allowing you to both ride out your highs before pulling out of you, collapsing against the mattress. You fell against him, head pressed into your chest as you tried to catch your breath, his hands tangled in your hair as he sighed.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked softly, taking your wrists in his hands and pressing his lips against them, “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No no,” you soothed, a soft giggle leaving your lips as you smiled at how worried he had gotten. He leaned up slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he smiled. “It was amazing.”

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” He whispered, hands roaming through your long hair as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry I got jealous. You’re just so beautiful and I hate when other boys stare at you.”

“But I only love you,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled your face into his chest, “I love you more than anything. Now shut up and cuddle me.”

stop holding onto the past

  • im sick of the fact that we keep fighting when you're the last person i want to be fighting with. im sick of saying sorry and taking the blame when the person to blame is miscommunication. im sick of being second in line to jealousy and how she makes it seem as if things arent really the way they are. im sick of being cheated on by her and how many words get twisted by the thought of her. im sick of somehow always doing the wrong thing when all i want to do is make this work. im sick of hurting so much from the one person who can heal all my wounds. i just want us to be okay. im sorry my past isnt a clean roadway you can track back to the origins of me. im sorry im sloppy and have footprints trailing back to my mistakes i thought i covered them up fully. im sorry that you cant believe in me but i understand because i cant even believe in myself. im sorry you have to be the one to love me, when i cant even love myself. im sorry that i make you upset but you have to understand that was never my intention. im sorry im so aggravating and that nothing ever happens the way i planned.

Watched a bit of “When Howie Met Randy” (and stopped bc I couldn’t go past Julian’s sweet adorable face n voice. Let him be a bat Marci, good job on catching him tho) and just like, everyone’s so endearing and adorable??? I’m genuinely DEAD????? Really wish these two would’ve been friends instead, bc Howard was awful as a 6yo come on wtf


“This album was made completely and solely on my terms, with no one else’s opinion factoring in, no one else’s agenda factoring in. I didn’t feel that I was having to think too hard about the musical direction. In the past, I’ve always tried to make sure that I was maintaining a stronghold on two different genres, and this time I just had to think about one, which was creatively a relief. It was nice to be honest about what I was making.”


I basically just got an ask saying im lazy and i dont deserve the amount of followers i have because my blogs just aesthetic shit.

I deleted the ask because i cant be dealing with scrolling past when im trying to find something however i want to address it.

One thing no one can say i am is lazy when it comes to this blog. When that drama was kicking off, i stayed up til 6 am three nights running to just to make sure i couls answer asks as quickly as possible, as we speak im staying awake to queue posts to make sure that tomorrow is done. I may have got lucky with my popularity, but i didnt do it by sitting back and doing nothing. I work harder than i probably should on this

Just a psa

Edit: i put a whole lotta effort into this blog to make sure theres regular posts 24/7 cos time zones. I have my posts queued until 12 tomorrow, one every 15 mins, maybe more because if im not sure i have one for that time i put it on anyway. About the aesthetic thing, i find it inspiring and motivating to see things like that, it makes me wanna improve, as im sure it does with many people


ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴘᴇʀɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.     man i clearly have nothing better to do than wallow in my own nostalgia  ( and okay i will admit part of that is my fault )   but goddAMN it is depressing to see the Borderlands fandom or any other fandoms you guys belong to just slowly die off and wither away after being on here so long.    the new game will come along and i’m sure that’ll remedy the problem but i doubt that will help bring up muses from the older games.     there’s plenty of tales blogs and honestly thank goodness for that at least some people bother to stick around, but then at the same time all the magic of the second borderlands game is long lost somewhere.    along with tps and especially borderlands one, those blogs i haven’t heard about in like centuries wow.        i’m not trying to patronise anyone out there who im following who has a borderlands blog or pressure anyone into making one, but it’s simply rather depressing. 

   the spoils of the past are such a dangerous thing and i suppose i’m feeling a little stressed and down and i feel like my blog isn’t what it used to be because i’m just so busy.     sometimes a little source material is good every now and then but when that source material no longer exists it makes you want to sigh and melt into the carpet.      you guys feel me ??

feel free to change pronouns / anything.

‘ i hit the hay all day mother fucker. 24 hour sleep cycle. if you awake you a fake. its bed time bitch. ’
‘ oh my recipes not good enough for you? heres something that will spice up your meal, drop a grenade in it. you trash. ’
‘ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one. ’
‘ the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead. ’
‘  you know the old saying, boys will be trash. ’
‘  its time to forget the mistakes of the past and start making the mistakes of the future. ’
‘  hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever. ’
‘ im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace. ’
‘ never thought id see a celeb at disneyland but there was donald duck just walking around. ’
‘  learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit. ’
‘  i dont care what anyone says, i dont have a follow up statement i just dont care what anyone says. ’
‘  tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it. ’
‘  hope no vids surface of the time i opened a bag of potato chips and one flew out and hit me in the eye. ’
‘  have to stop saying “how am i going to kill my way out of this one” everytime there is trouble going on, or at least not out loud. ’
‘  we are young, we can do what we want, we can party all night, we can kill a guy. ’ 
‘  i got you a candy necklace for a present but then something happened so i got you this string instead. ’
‘  my life is all about getting strong and powerful and then marching on down to hell to challenge satan for the throne. ’
‘  my plan for the day is to lay on the floor and not move. ’
‘  everyone who died and was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion deserved it and i dont care. ’
‘  i am traveling through space and time refusing to learn anything and being a diva about it. ’
‘  sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us. ’
‘ theres more to me than just being a self absorbed, shallow pile of garbage. i have unique traits like that i like cats and laying around. ’
‘  the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead. ’
‘  i continue to be alive just to spite the people who hate me. ah im so glad to be alive, sure would hate to be my enemy right now. ’