intimate very personal

So what if Zoras wipe/clean their mate’s headfins and it’s like someone brushing the hair of their partner/s.o. Anyway, it’s very intimate and personal between them. One day, Link and Sidon are relaxing against each other–maybe Sidon’s resting his head on Link’s lap–and Link just starts idly running his fingers along Sidon’s tail. Sidon perks up and almost immediately just wags his fin out of sheer happiness. 

Maybe it’s the equivalent of Zora kissing? >w>

Karmic Meanings of Retrograde Planets in the Natal Chart

I found this on and I just wanted to share it with you because it is great information

When a  planet is retrograde, its energies are turned inward and becomes more  subjective. The energy is slower  manifesting in the external world, partly because the individual with  retrograde planets tends to think more deeply about the energies involved.  Many geniuses and leaders have retrograde   planets.

         According to Martin Schulman, in his Karmic  Astrology:  Retrogrades &  Reincarnation, Vol. II, retrograde planets tend to break the time  barrier.  The individual brings memories  of prior lifetimes into the present incarnation.  There  may be feelings of a “blending of lifetimes” characterized by the person  attempting to resolve issues that still appear to be unfinished.  The memories can be so vivid that the person   does not recognize them as “memories.” In Schulman’s words:  “He is living in a dulled phase of another  time zone whose irresistible magnetism seems even more important than his  current life.”  The individual keeps  re-living the experiences that relate to the particular retrograde planet.  

        Retrogrades operate through multiple  dimensions at the same time.   Thus, the  person may “be either behind or ahead of himself in this life while still  another part of self is not yet in this life at all.  In addition to this lack of synchronization  with chronological time, which in itself would be enough to upset most  individuals, he also experiences on still another plane, a rather unique  orientation in space.”  (Schulman)

         Schulman’s definition of a “Retrograde individual” refers to  having either:  1) 3 or more retrogrades  in the natal chart, 2) any one of the personal planets Retrograde, or 3) even  one single Retrograde planet near the Ascendant or Midheaven (the 10th house cusp is called the Midheaven).

        Again quoting Schulman:  “The Retrograde planet, with its powerful   karmic lessons being brought forward in this life tends to emphasize the matter  or form side of life, throwing man into the more primitive parts of himself  where his struggle for survival amidst the conditions and people around him  becomes predominant over the fulfillment of his Soul.  This becomes even more heightened in the case  of the inner [personal] Retrogrades (Mercury, Venus, & Mars) through which  man deals with the very same intimate, personal, and private parts of himself  which he has been struggling with since his beginning in time.”  

         It  is comforting and encouraging to know “that soul and spirit are above the laws  of karma” and all difficulties can be resolved.   Much spiritual growth can take place through the overcoming of the   difficulties involved with Retrograde planets.


The SUN and MOON  do not go retrograde.

MERCURY RETROGRADE – turns the mind inward, giving a  tendency to repeatedly go back over prior events and lessons.  The thought process is based in the   subconscious rather than the conscious mind.   This means the learning process  is more Right Brain than Left Brain; you absorb the essence rather than the  details.  For this reason, you are likely  to score lower on standardized and/or facts-oriented tests than those students  not having MERCURY RETROGRADE.  

         PARENTS,  BE ALERT – The child with MERCURY RETROGRADE is likely to be made to feel  and told that he/she is less intelligent than he/she really is.  This  child’s learning process is different, not less intelligent.

        The MERCURY RETROGRADE individual is  capable of tapping into the collective unconscious and of perceiving knowledge  from prior times.   This process is  unconscious.  Because you know more than  you can consciously communicate, frustration may set in.  You may become preoccupied with the form of  your ideas, creating barriers to the essence of your knowledge.

         Creative  outlets that require non-verbal communication, such as music and painting, are  an excellent means of expression for MERCURY RETROGRADE.  Many of our musical geniuses have MERCURY  RETROGRADE.  History is also a natural  outlet.

         MERCURY  RETROGRADE KARMA:  Relationships – with a tendency to  react to others “as if” they symbolize persons from the past.

VENUS RETROGRADE – indicates difficulty in  expressing freely your love and affection for others.  You may feel that you lack emotional  fulfillment and tend to interpret life’s events through the lens of “how much  am I loved or deprived of love?”   Emotionally based relationships can be difficult because you tend to  internalize and thereby exaggerate hurts.

         VENUS  RETROGRADE KARMA:  Relationships – reveals that your soul  carries memories of past life painful relationships and a great  misunderstanding about the nature of love.   The prior life intense emotional pain may result in a present tendency   to cut yourself off from fully experiencing the richness of love—out of fear of  being hurt once more.  You will tend to  react to the present as if it is the past, thereby pre-programming your present  love relationships.  You tend to block yourself  from happiness by trying too hard to achieve it.

         PARENTS:  Encourage your VENUS RETROGRADE child to engage in all activities that add beauty,  art, and love to his/her daily life.  VENUS  is the planet of beauty; teach your child to think and create in terms that  focus on enhancing life’s situations.   Loving an animal may be helpful; just make sure the child is also   learning to love people freely and within the present context.

MARS RETROGRADE – shifts the outward thrust of energy  characteristic of MARS and directs it inward.   You will tend to expend a lot of energy reliving internally your past  experiences.  Because you are constantly  to the past, you may inflict past life roles upon the persons in your present   life’s environment.  There is a strong tendency to place priority upon  fulfilling your spiritual desires, resulting in neglect of the physical body’s  needs.   An intentional focus on holistic  growth is needed.  Sexual experiences  can be less fulfilling because your energy is turned inward.  However, sex that is deeply rooted in love   between two partners and that strives for a mutual spiritual orgasm can be a  much more natural expression for MARS RETROGRADE.  

         MARS  RETROGRADE KARMA – indicates your actions  tend to be an effort to recreate situations from your prior lifetimes. You may expend energy in attempting to find people  in the present who can symbolize those who fulfilled you in the past.  You may try to act out all that you could not  express in prior lifetimes.  You may   over-react when your efforts fail to produce your desired results.  This over-reaction can result in “coming on”  too strongly, only to have people pull back.


Rules the Eternal  Self, the Planet of Wisdom

Jupiter is a source of enthusiasm, optimism, and the urge to seize the  opportunities offered to you in life.

JUPITER RETROGRADE turns its energy of expansion  inward, so that much inner growth takes place, often through spiritually  oriented studies.  JUPITER RETROGRADE tends to procrastinate and to plan, then  re-plan, to the point of failing to get anywhere with the thoroughly planned  project.  JUPITER RETROGRADE offers the opportunity for a highly spiritual  incarnation. You must seek your own Truth; for, the mundane and status quo is  likely to leave you feeling discontent.    You are a free-spirit and  cannot follow happily in the footsteps of others.  Great wisdom and prophetic ability can be  present, especially as you attain spiritual maturity.  JUPITER RETROGRADE can bring many déjà-vu   experiences; you can feel at home anywhere on the planet. 


The planet of self-discipline,  SATURN’s goal for you is perfection.

SATURN helps us  bear our karma and successfully pass our tests.  Until we willingly accept  self-discipline, we experience SATURN as feelings of limitation, deprivation,  delay, and disappointment.  SATURN’s  true desire is to grant us wisdom and compassion.

SATURN RETROGRADE is your signal that you are re-doing a lifetime.  This incarnation is your 2nd chance; thus, you will feel the burden of dealing with two lifetimes at  once.  You can, therefore, experience  inner doubts about your self-worth and your ability to overcome  difficulties.  The good news is that your  soul knows you have achieved the spiritual maturity required to re-do  successfully a lifetime.  You have in  prior lifetimes advanced through great personal struggles and sacrifices.  Now, as you learn to flow with SATURN’s  discipline, you will be rewarded with enormous wisdom.  SATURN is comfortable in RETROGRADE motion, and  as you flow with it, you develop the capacity to tap into all of your past life  wisdom and talents.  SATURN RETROGRADE is a sign of an old Soul who has advanced far on the  spiritual path.  Now, you have incarnated to perfect what you have learned. 

         SATURN  RETROGRADE KARMAthe re-doing of a  lifetime, with the extra weight that entails.  SATURN RETROGRADE will be serious about  getting it right this time.


URANUS RETROGRADE – creates difficulty in being  aware of and expressing your inner individuality.   There can be a rediscovery of ideas from  previous lifetimes.  URANUS RETROGRADE  gives you a compelling sense of responsibility toward personal growth because  you sense that human progress as a whole is enhanced as well.  You  are a forerunner of the future, very tapped into the richness of life.  You must be original; you must explore the  new; you must share your ideas with others.   You are a free spirit and  cannot be bound by seeking to have others understand what you are about.  Your path may be long and crooked, but you  can know extreme happiness while traveling it.

         URANUS  RETROGRADE KARMA – relates to karmic  family and societal difficulties. In  your efforts to both relate to others and to reform, your unconscious mind can  be transformed.  URANUS RETROGRADE can  play havoc with relationships because of your changeability, which can make you   appear hypocritical.  Your mental and  emotional bodies may struggle with each other, as you know you need to do one  thing while feeling that you need to do another.  URANUS RETROGRADE would have you lift your  consciousness above the emotional/mental bodies and focus on the intuitive  body.

NEPTUNE RETROGRADE – gives the desire to unveil mysteries and to expose religious shams.   You will have an intuitive awareness of  your subconscious mind, but may have difficulty making conscious  attunement.  NEPTUNE RETROGRADE attunes  much easier to the subconscious/unconscious when the focus is diverted by the  use of a tool, such as astrology, or while the conscious mind is occupied with  the task at hand.  It is, therefore, important to listen to and heed insights  that appear to come to you from “out of the blue.”

         NEPTUNE  RETROGRADE indicates the urge to view the material world in terms of its  significance to the Soul and its growth.   Thus, NEPTUNE RETROGRADE offers you the opportunity to achieve a very  advanced stage of spiritual evolution during this incarnation.  NEPTUNE RETROGRADE requires that you live in   the material world while remaining separate from it.  To  others, you will seem to lack the common sense that motivates the behavior of  others.  Instead, you vibrate to a  higher music, possessing a direct attunement with your Soul.  You are much more in touch with the cosmos  than the material world and know far more than you can express in words.

         NEPTUNE  RETROGRADE KARMA – You are living through a karma of learning how to distinguish between the dreams that will  bring true fulfillment and those that simply appear to do so.  This learning process can mean that you  attempt living one dream after the other.   Because NEPTUNE RETROGRADE, functioning on the personality-centered  level, can be confusing, you may tend not to trust your intuition—even though  you are highly intuitive

PLUTO RETROGRADEturns its transformative energy even more deeply into the   superconsciousness, bringing about an inner illumination long before you are  able to give it expression in the outer world.  PLUTO RETROGRADE indicates a carry-over of psychic powers from  previous lifetimes. These powers are  to be used in constructive ways only.   You will feel the struggle humanity is going through within yourself—humanity’s struggle is your struggle. You are aware of and feel responsible for  lifting your conscious awareness so that the consciousness of humanity can be  thereby lifted.

         PLUTO  RETROGRADE KARMA – A karmic debt is  owned to humanity stemming from the age indicated by the sign in which PLUTO is  located.  This debt is to be paid  through selfless service to humanity.  Tremendous spiritual growth is possible;  you have the opportunity to rise above the karma of the human race and step off  the wheel of rebirth.  PLUTO RETROGRADE  joins NEPTUNE RETROGRADE in asking that you live in the world, while remaining   separate from it.

I did not write this but you can message me if you have any questions :)

“No, no, I didn’t rape her. A person has to be conscious to be raped. She was still unconscious. I made love to her.

Then I held her close to me. For the longest time, I held her close to me. It was as if the two of us were having a very personal, intimate experience. You need to understand, at that moment, she was the person I had made love to so many hundreds of times in fantasy. All of the time I was physically with her, I was also with her in my fantasy. Half fantasy, half reality. But this time it was with an actual body. Not just an image. This fantasy with an actual body was more real than any intimate moment I had ever experienced. I didn’t know her name yet I felt I loved her deeply. I held her in my arms and gently rocked her back and forth. Again and again I told her that everything would be all right.

[…]As I held this girl, she began to come around. I knew that if she did live she would have serious damage to her brain. I couldn’t allow that so I put my hands around her neck and ended any more suffering that she would have to go through.”

- Excerpt from Dr. Al Carlisle’s “I’m Not Guilty.” Notice how Bundy cruelly justifies the acts of rape and subsequent murder.

In several interviews with Dr. Carlisle, Bundy expresses an aberrant need for affection. Bundy admits that, in an attempt to satisfy such desires, he would often indulge in vivid fantasy.

EDIT: it has come to my attention that the above excerpts come from speculative interviews written by dr. carlisle, rather than actual interviews with bundy. i apologize for the misinformation and carelessness on my part.
No Inhibitions

I wanna follow where she goes, I think 
about her and she knows it.
Oh, I’ve been shaking, I love it when you go
crazy. You take all my inhibitions. 
You take me places that tear up
my reputation, manipulate my decisions.
Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far. 
I know we’d be alright. If you were by my side and we 
stumbled in the dark, I know we’d be alright.

Tom had been lucky enough to meet [Y/N]. It had been at a party in downtown San Francisco, everyone under the sun was invited to that party. It was wild. People were stumbling through rooms, slurring their words, crawling down the stairs, slinging liquor around, and the music had been so loud, Tom could feel it in his bones every time his heart would beat. 

After some drinks were in his system, he came across the pretty singer lounging on the balcony. With all the liquid courage he had consumed, it was easy to talk to her and when they decided to meet up days later on sober accords, it was even better. 

She had shown him around her home. Took him to places he would have never seen or even bothered to go to. [Y/N] was a different kind of person with a different kind of life, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She was a singer, someone who took great pride in music and made it her life. [Y/N] knew all the best places to go for someone who had never experienced that kind of thing. He had a fun ride that week he stayed in San Francisco. Part of him, never wanting to leave and the other part wanting to take her with him back to London. Take her to his home, show her his kind of life. But with her about to embark on her first ever world tour, he knew he couldn’t. 

It had been a months since the two of them had last seen each other but it had only been a few days since they last spoke. They kept in touch, him finding parts of him he never knew about when he was talking with her. [Y/N] was a wild child and he loved it. She had no limitations and saw the world as her oyster. Tom really liked that about her, her ability to just do what she wanted because no one could tell her otherwise. She wasn’t afraid of anything.

[Y/N] didn’t care what the media thought of her or what kind of consequences her actions would have. She lived in the now. It was exhilarating to be involved with someone like that. All she did care about were her fans and what they thought of her. [Y/N] never wanted to disappoint her fans but just like Tom, they loved that she was carefree and erratic. 

“Very convenient that you live so close to home.” [Y/N] commented as Tom led her into his apartment. She looked around, chuckling to herself. It was obvious that a guy lived here. Not that it was messy but the lack of decor and reason gave it away. 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, mum found it and I thought why the hell not.” He walked towards his kitchen, “Want a beer? I was actually going to move to Los Angeles.”  

[Y/N] gave him a dazzling smile, the kind of smile that would cause him to lose his train of thought if he were to be in the middle of a conversation with someone else. “You know I do.” Following him, she thanked him when he gave her a bottle. “And that would have been easier than a ten hour flight. We could meet in less than two hours by plane.” 

Sipping on his own, he smiled. “I know but London’s my home, you know? Speaking of which how are you liking London?” Tom was ecstatic that she was finally done with her ninety-four day tour. And he was especially happy that she decided to fly out to London to give it a chance. He had talked it up so much and [Y/N] had only spent a few days in it during her tour that she wanted to experience it more. So, she enlisted in the best tour guide there was. 

Shrugging, she took a sip. “It’s alright.” Flashing him another one of those smiles, she followed him to his couch. Taking a seat on the opposite end, she pivoted towards him. “But, I can see the appeal.” 

Tom pretended to feel offended, “London is the best, way better than your San Francisco.” 

“We will see about that.” She laughed.

Tom was about to respond but received multiple text messages. Reaching into his pocket, he juggled his beer and his phone. Opening the texts, he internally groaned at them. Just before they had gone to his apartment, he had stopped by his parents home to introduce [Y/N], really to Tessa, but also his family. They ended up staying for dinner even though he had tried to stress that he was going to take [Y/N] to his favorite pub. 

[Y/N] quirked a brow, “You okay? Look like you’re reading something bad.” 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “What? Oh, no. Nothing bad.” Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, not bad. Uh, just my family texting me…about you, that’s all.” 

Smirking, “About me? Should I run for the hills?” [Y/N] wouldn’t deny that how she was portrayed in the media was a wild child. If she was on the outside looking at herself, she’d be a little weary. But, she always held herself to be respectful and kind. 

He shook his head, laughing. Looking at his beer bottle, he sighed. “Actually, no. Quite the opposite.” 

This time, her brow quirked in curiosity. “The opposite? Most people think I’m reckless.” 

Sucking in air, he debated if he should reveal what the messages were saying. Tilting his head back and forth, he just went for it. “Nah, my mum really likes you. I think she likes that you’re determined and spontaneous.” Looking back down at his bottle, he started to peel the label. “She told me that I should take you on a date…..” 

“A date, hm?” [Y/N] murmured with a bit of humor in her words. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “And dad agrees.” 

Sipping on her beer some more, she chuckled. “The dreaded what are we to each other conversation hasn’t even come up and I’m already pre-approved.” She winked. [Y/N] wouldn’t lie about it but she did find Tom to be rather desirable. Far from the kind that she usually gravitated towards, usually the bad boys that used her. [Y/N] had a thing for bad boys, accents, and brains. Tom wasn’t necessarily a bad boy but he was an actor, it wouldn’t surprise her to find him in that kind of role eventually and her to go crazy. But, he had an accent and from what she had learned from their friendship was that he was incredibly smart as well. 

“That’s rare, you know.” Tom pointed out. “Usually my parents find at least one thing that they don’t like about the girls I’ve brought home.” 

“Give them time, I’m a book of flaws.” She muttered. 

“I don’t know,” Tom answered, “You’re pretty popular out here in London. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least bit if my parents knew all about you.” 

“Yikes.” [Y/N] chuckled. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she shrugged. “Although, dating you wouldn’t be bad.” 

This surprised him, “What?” 

“Come on, Tom.” She breathed, giving him a smirk. “You’re hot.” She laughed at his facial expression “But let’s be honest, you couldn’t handle me.” 

He rose a brow, “You don’t think I can handle you? I spent four nights in a row drinking myself into oblivion with you.” 

“Oh, Tom.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Pursing her lips, [Y/N] thought about if she should go into detail. Running her tongue over her teeth, she leaned forward. “What I mean is that, I’m a very intimate person.” Tilting her head, she smirked a little. “Out in public, I might be a little out of control but typically reserved but behind close doors,” leaning back, she snickered. “it’s a whole different world. That is what you couldn’t handle.” 

Tom could feel his insides burning at the thought of what she could be like behind closed doors. Deciding to be a little brave, he shot back with, “How do you know if you haven’t tried?” 

“A little bold, aren’t we?” She commented. 

He shrugged, “You said I couldn’t handle you but I think you’re wrong.” 

“Wrong, huh?” She mused. Taking another swig of her beer, “Alright.” She set down the bottle on his side table before climbing over and sitting in his lap.

“Wha? What are you doing?” Tom stammered.

Smirking a smirk that sent chills down his back, she leaned forward. “I’m about to prove you wrong.”  Without giving Tom a second to register what she meant, she pressed her lips against his. Rocking forward, she nipped his lips before he finally kissed back. It didn’t take long for the heat to build up in their bodies.

Her nails were digging into his shoulders while his were digging into her hips. Tom had never felt a kiss be so exhilarating before. It was a different kind of feeling that he had never felt and it was already too late because he was addicted. A feeling of a grand euphoria pouring out of her lips and into his. He’d bet that kissing [Y/N] was just like taking ecstasy all night. 

Pulling from him, she nipped down his neck and all over his collarbone before going back to where it started. Kissing him for a few more seconds, she chuckled against his lips and pulled away completely. She tore herself away from him and stood up. Walking back to where her beer sat, she snatched it up and took a good swig. “I’ll admit, Holland. I’m a bit impressed by your kissing skills. Who have you been snogging?” 

Tom gave her an amused look, “Ha, ha.” He was still in a bit of a high to really concentrate on scolding her for mocking him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his fuzzy thoughts. Running a hand over his hair, he muttered out, “Bloody Hell.” 

Plopping down next to him, she leaned her head back. “Too much?” 

Tom rubbed his jaw, glancing over at her. “Not enough, actually.” 

She gave a loose laugh, quirking a brow. “I’m warning you.” Sitting up straight, she looked at him sincerely. “You do not want to get involved with me.” 

“I think I do.” Tom whispered, staring into her eyes. Getting lost in them, wondering what kind of things they’d get themselves into. He wasn’t nervous like he had been with his previous girl friends. Something about [Y/N] was calming with a bit of lust for adventure. 

[Y/N] shook her head, “You really don’t. I’m a mess, Tom. I’m indecisive, a work-a-holic, impulsive, irresponsible, irrational, and slightly neurotic.” She smiled lightly, shaking her head again. “Those aren’t good qualities to have to be worthy of your affection.” 

Tom smiled sincerely, turning, he brought his hands to her face, cradling her worried expression in his hands. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can take over the world. All my insecurities and everything I’ve ever thought badly of myself just disappears. I don’t care if you’re indecisive, impulsive, or irrational. That just makes you, you. And I’m a work-a-holic too, I love my job. Acting is something I want to do forever. And the whole neurotic thing? Well, that can be easily medicated.” Tom smirked, winking after his medicated joke. 

She laughed, “You are insane to justify my bad traits.” 

Tom dropped his hands and pressed his lips together. “I like you, [Y/N]. I do. Life with you sounds great, amazing actually. You’re saying no without giving it a chance.” 

[Y/N] grabbed his hand, “Because I’m trying to spare you from my crazy, chaotic life.” 

“I don’t need sparing, love. I can handle my own. I promise.” 

[Y/N] stared at him for a few minutes, pressing her lips together as well. She couldn’t lie that the connection she had with the Brit was amazing, she missed being with him during her crazy tour days. [Y/N] spent her nights singing, dancing, and drinking. And every single time, she’d have a moment of clarity and miss the one person she told herself not to catch feelings for. 

She lived a fast paced life, it was what she always wanted. [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she had room for a relationship. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t crave it. She wanted both. She wanted him. Sucking in air, she set down her beer, “Fine.” 

“Fine?” Tom questioned. 

Nodding, “Yup. Fine.” She smirked, “You don’t want to heed my warning, Tom. Then okay. Buckle up, love. Loving me will be one hell of a joyride.” Moving in close, she grabbed his chin and crashed her lips against his. Enjoying the moment and relishing that for once aside from pursuing her dream that making this decision would be the best one yet. Pulling apart just long enough for her to whisper against his lips, “Because there’s nothing holding me back.” 

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t-omlinstar  asked:

I really like your input about H's songwriting. It usually calms me down cause I tend to overreact, but you help me see the reason. So thank you!!!!!

no problem! like the thing is that there is so much imagery in harry’s lyrics and he’s soooo clever and talented. he’s a storyteller. and i feel like sometimes people want to take every single lyric as literal when he’s said numerous times that his songs really aren’t literal and even though he is /honest/ in his writing, it doesn’t mean that the songs are always about his life or his pov either. i just wish people would actually /listen/ to him when he talks about songwriting because i find him fascinating and his brain is fucking genius.

like for example, yeah i do think a lot of the very personal, intimate love songs (especially ones that reference things that i can see being about louis) are about his relationship. because i’m someone who believes he has been with louis for however many years now. but that doesn’t mean that i think every lyric in the song is literal either. he uses tons of metaphors and personification of feelings and emotions.

but even if i thought from the dining table was about his own relationship, i believe that he and louis are fine so i would take the lyrics as a story created out of a particular moment in time or emotion he may have been feeling. i also think it could easily be a song about his parents with a title like that. 

people are going to interpret songs the way they want. if they want to believe that he is singing about an actual woman he banged in “Woman” and not look deeper into it, then that’s good for them. personally, i think harry is way more talented and clever than people give him credit for. and i think he can tell a story about a nameless woman without he himself being the actually voice of the song.


So we all know that after episode 2x07 that Malec had sex. And sex for anyone is a very intimate, personal, trusting kind of thing that can make or break a relationship, depending on how strong the relationship already was. I was wondering if we were going to see anything different in their interactions with each other in 8. Sadly there wasn’t much difference, but one thing that definitely caught my eye is that we all know that Magnus was never the one to go and touch Alec or instigate anything. And I don’t mean a kiss I mean just casual touching, in 8 Magnus did touch Alec in a casual manner. The little chest touch and the head touch on the roof. I wish we got more but I know we’re in store for 2b. Malec is going to be beautiful (as usual ) and give us intimate moment that I think we’re all craving for.

 International Achievement Jarvis Cocker and Steve Mackey present: “Big up to independent labels who often put people like Pulp and Florence on these stages.”

Florence Welch receives the Ivor Novello Award for International Achievement – ”I’m incredibly nervous as I find singing a lot easier than public speaking. I would really like to dedicate this award to my dad who is here. As it’s the International Award, our first international tour was supporting MGMT- we didn’t have any money so my dad drove us round the whole of Europe in his camper van.”

“When I’m writing a song I never think about the fact other people will hear it. It feels like a very intimate and personal thing. As it turns out that’s a very international language and I’m proud to be part of that so thank you.”

anonymous asked:

Would Jeff be the type of boyfriend to leave hickeys on his gf? Would he do this so everyone knows she is his or...?

I definitely think Jeff is the kind of boyfriend to leave hickies, but he would ask like everytime. I’m not saying guys who don’t do this everytime are bad. He would be the kind of guy, like when they were making out, he’d have his lips on her neck or collar bone, but before doing anything, he’d quietly ask if she was sure it was okay, before, you know, going to town.

He would definitely love marking her, but he wouldn’t be in a “claiming” sort of way, it would just be so he and her would know how close they were, because it was a very personal intimate thing for both of them, that’s why he would never do it in a place where someone could easily see, he would only do it somewhere someone could (neck, collar bones, etc) when he was unbelievably jealous, because in the moment he wouldn’t care about anything, other than making sure everyone knew she was with him. Afterwards, he’d feel bad about it though, before she told him it was okay.

im uncomf with the “bi women who prioritize women vs. bi women who prioritize men” shit for so many reasons and ive tried to put them into a coherent post for ages but i cant so here’s a list of Feelings i have about it

  • the only concrete definition of “bi woman who prioritizes women” that i’ve come across is “bi women who dates women primarily or exclusively (exclusively is better) and definitely is not dating a man at this exact moment in time”
  • and look:
  • if i was going to repress all attraction to all genders except for one i’d probably take the path of least resistance and “decide” to only act on my attraction to men because do you know how much easier my life would be if i “acted straight”? do you know how many people have implicitly or explicitly suggested i do so? do you know how many “gay celibate mormon” ~inspirational articles have been posted to my facebook feed since i came out? 
  • so like, if that were at all an option for me i think!!! i would’ve done it by now, i even heavily considered it at one point!!! but it feels like going back into the closet, like hiding part of yourself away so other people can ignore it. it’s incredibly damaging to my mental health, and that’s just when i’m attracted to women generally, if i actually fell for a specific woman and wanted to be with her?? it would kill me.
  • and people act like this is different because it’s coming from a different direction, it’s Radical but it’s the same thing, it’s just asking me to hide away a different part of myself because it happens to make you uncomfortable
  • its just political lesbianism by another name because bi women aren’t allowed to call themselves lesbians now but we’re still expected to act like them
  • and that’s the thing, the whole thing relies on the idea that your attraction is political, that who you date and sleep with and love is a political statement, and it’s not!! my entire life is not dictated by politics, i’m allowed to do things because i want to and not in service of The Cause. 
  • people act like asking us to “prioritize women” is so easy, like we’re boycotting men the same way we’d boycott a racist movie, instead of asking us to prioritize their politics over our own personal, intimate romantic and sexual desires
  • like i Get if you’re not attracted to men you think that that attraction is trivial (esp if you’ve experienced compulsory heteronormativity and were once convinced that you were attracted to men but realized that attraction was false) but it’s not, it’s as real and strong as my attraction to women
  • and you don’t have to understand that, you just have to respect it
  • the whole thing feels like some kind of violation, like a stranger walked into my home and demanded i started decorating differently, except it’s not my home, it’s my head and my heart but they’re so casual about it it’s like THEY think it’s my home, like an external representation of how i live my life instead of a very personal, intimate representation of my own thoughts and feelings
  • and ALSO i hate the idea that i need to “prioritize” women or men, that i need to frame my attraction in terms of social classes instead of in terms of individuals. 
  • if i date a man, and i prioritize him over random women i don’t know, i’m not prioritizing men over women, i am prioritizing a loved one over strangers???
  • similarly, if i date a woman, and i prioritize her over random men i don’t know, that’s not a political statement, that’s just…me being a human being and considering the feelings of someone i know and love over someone who has no connection to me?? oh my god
  • also what’s with the equation between prioritization and romantic relationships…the person im dating may or may not be more important to me than my platonic friends but if they are it’ll be because of my specific relationships with those people, not because romantic relationships are by default the most important relationships in any given person’s life
  • also what’s with the assumption that all bis are monogamous. if a bi woman is dating a man and a woman at the same time, what’s her status?? who is she prioritizing?? We Just Don’t Know
  • AND what about people who identify as neither a man nor a woman? what about people who identify as both? where does this leave us?
  • anyway my point is i don’t prioritize women over men OR men over women, i prioritize the people i know and love and my relationships with them over people i don’t know but happen to share a social class with. 
  • which goes back to the politicizing. you can prioritize certain groups in your activism (there’s cases where you shouldn’t, but like, it’s a thing that happens) but someone’s dating life isn’t activism and they’re not obligated to bring their activism into the bedroom. 

I didn’t notice this until now but this gif shows Barney saying his vows and Robin smiling so brightly and laughing at whatever he’s saying. This, is so cute I hate, absolutely hate that they didn’t show their ceremony and them saying their vows but I think part of the vows was what Robin said to him “if I ask you to change too much about yourself you’re not going to be the man I fell in love with.” And, you know the rest of what she said to him during this scene.

I think Barney and Robin not only made each other happy I think their vows would represent their relationship and how much they love each other. Whatever it was they told each other on their wedding day I can guaranty that it was something very sweet, intimate, personal, loving and no doubt funny because they both equally make each other laugh on a daily basis. Not joking, they make each other incredibly happy and I can see them laughing together every single day as a married couple. I CAN never see them miserable being married because they constantly make each other laugh and smile even when they aren’t happy or sad for whatever reason. They, always had fun but they also can make each other laugh even in the more serious times in their relationship. They, love each other so much I can never see them unhappy being together in a loving, respectable, honest, caring, fun and funny marriage.

You guys know how with hugs its honestly just the tiniest movement that makes it something else? Like, every hug is just one small action away from suddenly being very intimate or personal. I’ve had a few where it’s just the way someone relaxs against you and turns their face into your shoulder, something small and suddenly its not just a hug, you know? And equally as simply, it takes less than a fraction of a second to rebuff the movement or accept it, whether by tensing or relaxing too. Even if you just tense in surprise it can end the moment instantly, but i like to think about someone reacting by instinct and suddenly its an embrace, way more intimate than either of them intended it and they’re both wildly unsure what it means now, and the issue is complicated but neither of them know what to say. Because they both just acknowledged that they are okay with it, while also both being surprised and startled by it

i’m having Adrinino feelings, is what im saying

my aunt died early this past week and i can’t really talk to my family outright because my sisters are weird, my brother is indifferent and my mother is one word away from breaking down. so i’m just going to try and say what i want my aunt to know.

my aunt was an ocean. calm and fierce and gentle and rough. she could drag you under or keep you afloat. she could go against the wind or let it take her where she was needed. she was truly one of kind and those who really knew her loved her for all of her qualities, good and bad. like an ocean, her tides affected those around her. and though, not all tides were gentle, in fact some were even violent, the good ones had a magical way of making the bad seem minuscule in comparison. like an ocean, not everyone was brave enough to face her. for some, it was easier to stay with their feet in the sand and watch the waves crash. but for those that chose to know her, to love her, were able to witness the magnificence and power she held. her ability to bounce back from all that was thrown at her and withstand that to which most would succumb. and on those days, those special days, when the sun shone so brightly on her, you could see the true beauty that came from within her and surrounded her. to have been able to witness that beauty and grace, to have known and loved such a beautiful creation is a blessing so great that i cannot put into words. i love you. always.


Originally posted by xstardusts

Cheryl x reader

Request: Could you do Cherylxfemale reader where the reader is super cuddly and it takes Cheryl a bit to get used to it?

Cheryl had never been a very intimate person.

When you two first started dating it was odd to her that you were always touching her in some way.

Whether it was cuddling on her bed, having your arm around her waist in public or just holding her hand, it was all new to her.

It’s not that she didn’t like the affection, it just wasn’t something she was used to.

But as time went on, she grew fond of the closeness that you showed her.

She was the one that now initiated hand holding and she would actually relax into your embrace when you put your arm around her.

She would even pull you into her lap and kiss your cheek no matter who was around.  

The first time it happened it took you by surprise at a crowded party.

“Well this is new,” you laughed into the crook of her neck.

“I guess I just have a soft spot you,” she blushed.

“Cheryl Blossom going soft? Say it ain’t so,” you teased her.

“Hey, I said I have soft spot for you and you only, it doesn’t mean I’m going soft,” she told you confidently.

“Whatever you say,” you smiled resting your hand on her cheek pulling her in for a smug kiss.

people are making up these big, ridiculous theories as to why the homeworld gems don’t dance when they fuse, and pulling up shit like “the budget!” and “the crew is just lazy :/” which may be true in cases like sardonyx’s next few appearances and smokey (but i think smokey’s fusion was also done for the impact anyway so) when the answer is literally as simple as

Fusion Dancing was created by Ruby and Sapphire and is a Very intimate, personal thing that is very much apart of the Crystal Gems.

Because, remember, fusion between two different gems didn’t happen until ruby and sapphire. so fusion was just, usually, between rubies (and now i suppose topazes). it was coded into their make up as gems that This was how to fuse. 

the dancing is wholly unnecessary but it’s what made Sapphire and Ruby happy in the first place, it’s what finally cemented their relationship and brought Garnet to life again, and even in their first fusion as garnet it was graceful with the turn as ruby came up to protect sapphire, pulling her into a spin in the process.

that’s what separates the crystal gems from homeworld. they see fusion Very differently, and i know it’s hard to forget that considering we never get any damn plot episodes anymore but fusion is very much a big part of the plot itself, and a big part of the conflict. it’s important to remember why homeworld gems Don’t dance when they fuse, and it’s more important to remember why the crystal gems DO.

anonymous asked:

i have a personal headcanon that zoras dont know what kissing is but their equivalent is to press the front of their teeth against their partner and breath in their scent (i also headcanon that the have scent glands on the roof of their mouths and their sence of smell is super strong)


OOOOOOH I LIKE THIS IDEA A LOT!!!! All poor Link can smell is just a fishy scent, but Sidon….Sidon can pick up every single nuance in Link’s body. All his hormones, if he’s too hot or cold, the last thing he ate. I imagine it’s very intimate and personal! So it could very well be the equivalent of their kissus ;D

Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Final Bows in ‘Hamilton’ on Broadway (NYT):

Lin-Manuel Miranda’s final bows for his farewell performance in “Hamilton” on Saturday night seemed routine, if overly humble for the departure of the show’s star and mastermind. He even shared his bows with the other cast members also exiting the show, including Phillipa Soo and the Tony winner Leslie Odom Jr.

But then the theme song to “The West Wing” kicked in from the orchestra pit.

Mr. Miranda giggled and took a couple of shy bows, only to turn around and be embraced then pushed back to the front of the stage by Christopher Jackson, who plays George Washington, for a proper bow.

Still, the curtain call lasted no more than two and a half minutes, despite fervent applause, which had been consistent throughout the night. The opening number received multiple standing ovations, as did many others. But Mr. Miranda and other performers would pause for only a minute each time before moving the show forward.

Afterward, in the pouring rain, hundreds and hundreds of fans filled West 46th Street, waiting for Mr. Miranda to emerge from the stage door at the Richard Rodgers Theater.

Instead, Mr. Miranda appeared, “Evita”-like, on a balcony atop the theater’s marquee. Holding an umbrella and waving to fans, he paced from one side of the marquee to the other, occasionally stopping to hold his left hand over his heart to show gratitude.

Then he was gone.

“It’s over, folks,” a police officer yelled as he tried to keep the crowd out of the street. “There’s no more.”

anonymous asked:

Hi I liked what you said about the cover “ship argument” and agree it should have been just Sarah or the Scoobies, so sad tony wasn’t there too, but i’m wondering your opinion on how Spuffy fans treat Sarah on twitter, she’s spoken about it before and mentioned it during the reunion. I know it’s not everyone but it seems when she posts anything either with David or pro Bangel a lot of them attack her and can be quite vile and disgusting towards her. She stays respectful but they go in everytime.

Thanks for understanding, and before I answer your question I’ll try to make myself clear again because I feel some people have misunderstood the point I was trying to make.

I wasn’t making a “ship argument”. My saying I didn’t dig the Bangel cover wasn’t a jab at that ship. I definitely acknowledge it was a relevant pairing in the show. I wasn’t implying Spuffy should’ve been on the cover instead. 100% NO. I think to have a ship on the cover was basically missing the point (and a waste of an opportunity) of the show. Buffy was the title character. She made the show. She was the show. She alone will stand. The ships - either one of them - were merely an ingredient of the million things that made the show great. This wasn’t Dawson’s Creek or 90210 or any other teen drama. This was about one girl fighting the forces of darkness, who on occasion happened to indulge in smoochies with a couple of vampires. I wish that girl had stood alone on the cover, that’s all.

Okay, point made. Now to your question.

I think that’s bullshit. I think that’s the worst and darkest side of fandom, one that I don’t want to be part of or condone in any way. I feel ashamed of those people, and I hate that they give a bad name to shippers. I hate that because of them I have to take the blame and be pointed out as part of the “Internet loudmouths and ass-kissers of unpopular, ignored comics“ just because I happen to ship the same ship some moronic internet trolls do.  I think anyone who dares insult or threaten an actor for being outspoken about their shipping preferences is an ill-intentioned douchebag at best, and a worthless piece of human garbage at worst. 

Shipping is personal, by definition. That’s true for us as fans as it is true for the actors as people who have every right to have personal preferences. 

There’s this irrational idea that if an actor supports your ship, they are somehow validating it or making it more canon or more important than the rest. That’s idiotic. Like, I kind of get that people want others to like the same things they do, especially if that person is someone you admire. But shipping should be about how the relationship between two characters makes you feel on a very personal, intimate level. That’s why we ship. We ship because we find something in those two people that makes us feel something very personal, whatever that maybe. We don’t choose ships based on how actors or other people perceived them. So why should be angry about how others feel or not feel about our ships? It’s stupid and senseless and anyone who attacks someone else because of shipping preferences, whether they are an actor or a fellow fan, is a fucking jerk. 

Ship and let ship. 

The Chmerkovskiy’s (Part 3)

Hey Guys! Here is part three as promised! After this chapter, I’m going to start adding in some more Maks and Peta and try to have the story revolve around both couples but it will still predominantly be Sharna and Val. Let me know what you think of this chapter and if you have any suggestions/comments on it! Looking forward to hearing your reaction! Like/Reblog! 

The time that Maks and Peta were away went fast. A week and a half later, it still seemed like the wedding was yesterday. The days seemed the fly by, the the nights went even quicker. Sharna and Val had spent almost every waking hour together taking care of Shai, and then at night they wouldn’t do anything but talk. Get to know more about each other as relationship Sharna and Val, not dancer Sharna and Val. They had shared very surface conversations along with very intimate, personal conversations.

 “Your first time. Go.” Val smiled as he looked at her laying next to him. They had decided that they were going to ask each other anything that someone wouldn’t normally know. First kiss, first relationship, first crush, and whatever they could think of.

“Jared Leckeme. First year of college. My third boyfriend. College Party. Not special at all-I wasn’t ready. You?”

“Jessica Davis. Sophomore year of high school. She was older than me. Basketball Party after the team won the championship. Definitely not special. I think was ready then, but I definitely regret it. I wish it was with someone I cared about.”

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Originally posted by hob-e

omg so I started writing this like 5 months ago but just got the motivation to finish it lol….so sorry. It was actually suggested to me by an anon to write more about aftercare since I don’t do it enough!! hopefully the end was a little more natural (???) with the tiny piece of aftercare squished in. ツ


Genre: Smut, Vampire!AU.

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“Drink?” Taehyung asked, tipping a glass under your nose. You flinched, gently pushing the cup away while shaking your head firmly. You could feel the scowl form on your face as he shot down the foul smelling alcohol in one go.

You walked farther into his home, not bothering to take off your jacket or shoes. It was the same thing over and over. Taehyung did with you what he wanted, and you left after the act.

“Why did you invite me again? I was here just yesterday.”

Taehyung placed the empty glass down, leaning against the stained wooden desk and biting his bottom lip between both teeth. “You know why, Y/N.”

You let your head lull back, exhaling a long breath that turned into a groan. “You want more blood?”

His intimidating demeanor fell, and the familiar pout captured Taehyung’s lips. “I’m hungry! Your blood is everything I love.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You pulled up your sleeve, revealing your wrist, the place Taehyung had so sweetly mentioned was the home where your Ulnar artery lay, in an array of beautiful veins stretching from the middle of your palm all the way to your shoulders. Taehyung’s visible pout didn’t diminish, even after revealing your wrist to him. He said he wanted blood, so you were willingly obliging. Not something you did everyday, especially within a 24 hour period…

“What?” You frowned, yanking your sleeve down. Taehyung stepped closer, releasing his bottom lip from his teeth, and letting his tongue run along where teeth marks were engraved. Something about that was oddly erotic, and you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the simple motion.

Your neck. I want your neck, Y/N.”

“I won’t be able to hide it properly…” You breathed, watching Taehyung snatch your outstretched arm and pull your body closer to his. His nose ghosted over your cheekbone, and Taehyung took his sweet time to make his way toward your neck. He inhaled deeply, hand cupping your chin. His fingers were warm, soft, and it almost tickled at how lightly he was handling you.

“You smell delicious today. Are you dressing up for me?”

“You know I’m not.” You stammered, placing your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself. This blood drinking deal you have with him was not something you took lightly. No, it was a very personal, intimate, matter. Taehyung took care of you, groomed you to the point where you could barely even feel his teeth breaking your plush flesh, or the way he drew blood out of your veins until you grew light headed and dizziness blurred your vision. After the event’s he’d always lay you down on his bed, dim the lights and spoon feed you, or allow you a good nights rest before dropping you off at home the next day.

“I think you’re lying to me.”

“Think whatever you want! Just bite me, already.” You snapped, cocking your head to the side. His slim fingers snaked around your neck, gently stroking your from your throat to your shoulder. His hands fingered your sweater, pushing the sleeves down and letting it drop to the floor. Taehyung reached for your shirt next, unbuttoning it enough to expose your shoulder.

You shivered at the touch of his skin running along your own, leaving trails of heat behind in it’s wake. Taehyung chuckled darkly, the sound hollow and throaty. It made you swallow excess saliva building up in your mouth.

“Mm…Your perfume gets in the way of your natural scent. Don’t wear it when you see me. I’ll have to take your shirt off, then.”

 Your breath hitched, and at the attempt to move away, he only brought you closer. “Taehyung…Can we just get this over with? I’m busy later.”

“No, we can’t hurry with this, kitten. I need you to take your shirt off. You know I don’t like it when you disobey me.” The sultry sound of his voice was tempting. Although the obvious threat in his tone, you couldn’t deny the grin, or the way his eyes practically took your clothes off with a single glance.

You bit your lip, unable to meet his eyes. Taehyung made a tut tut noise with his tongue on the roof of his mouth, before unbuttoning your shirt the rest of the way and sensually letting it glide to the floor over top of your sweater. Taehyung inhaled deeply, sighing just as long. His breath hit your neck, and you shivered against the feeling.

“This is the smell I love. Be a good little girl now, alright? I’ll reward you after.”

He brought his face back to your neck, softly pressing his lips to where he would bite. A tradition of some sort, to ready you for what you were about to feel. At first it sent a wave of dread over you, but now it gave you a sort of pleasure to what acts he was about to preform.

You could feel his lips part on your skin. Taehyung’s hands found your waist, easily holding you in place in the middle of the dim bedroom, alight by unscented candles placed along night stands and book shelves.

You both sighed when his teeth sunk into your skin, and the soft suckling sound you longed to hear filled the air. Taehyung’s fingers tightened around your waist, leaving half moons pressed into your skin from the firmness of his nails. He let out a shallow moan, suckling a little harder. You took fistfuls of his loose shirt, taking Taehyung with you as you backed up toward the wall. His hands roamed freely down your body, and he pinched your ass.

Your vision began to blur as time passed, knee’s growing weak each time he swallowed. This was routine, but you couldn’t help but feel nausea set in as he continued his short moans.

“T-Tae…Taehyung!” You gasped, pushing on him despite the strength he bore. He’d never gone this far before, and Taehyung took his sweet time in pulling away to look at you.

A small bead of your blood dribbled down the side of his mouth. Taehyung’s strong arms circled you as you picked your hand up to wipe the sticky substance from where it lay. He opened his mouth, and you dipped your thumb inside so he could suck it off. His eyes never left yours, and you couldn’t seem to tear your own away, either.

A certain feeling washed over you, not unknown to you. It always hit whenever you watched, even heard Taehyung suck your blood stream clean in pure pleasure. Your mouth dropped agape, feeling his warm tongue gently lick the digit before you pulled it free of his mouth.

“Were you afraid I wasn’t going to stop? Afraid I was going to run you dry of your worth?” He leaned closer to your face, gently letting his lips feather kisses and gentle nips along your jawline. Taehyung’s fingers tickled under your chin, tipping your head away. He licked any extra blood spilling from the wound, long, slow licks that had you close your eyes and moan in content.

“I wasn’t afraid…it just hurt.” You admitted, hands rubbing their way up his chest. He made a noise of acknowledgement, pulling away to face you.

“You love the pain, don’t you, kitten?”

“You don’t know me.” You challenged with a sighed, allowing him to push you back against the wallpapered drywall harder. He continued the kisses, slowly growing more fervent as long as you allowed him.

He tore himself away, tipping your head back. “I want more blood.

“Taehyung,” You threatened, attempting to push him away. He wouldn’t let go. “You know I can’t.”

“Can’t, or won’t? If I want more, I get more.” He growled, ignoring your attempts to get him off of you.

“Just…just wait a minute. Let me breathe.” You waved him off, pinching his ear. Taehyung flinched away, eyes darkening from blood lust. Or was it just pure lust? You couldn’t tell.

“Oh, I’ll let you breathe.” He said simply, wrapping a hand around your wrist. You frowned, following his path while Taehyung dragged you over and into his bedroom where the king sized bed lay. It was made as always, just a ploy to make people believe he could sleep. He turned you around, making you stand with your arms hanging at your sides. Your back was to him, and when you tried to turn your head to him, Taehyung took a fistful of your hair to keep you looking at the bed.

“Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Quiet a moment. Just…breathe.” He instructed, warm hands moving up your arms. You shivered, shaking him away from you.

For a moment, you felt nothing, but heard something fall to the floor. You were going to turn, but Taehyung’s index finger began to trail up from the small of your back to your bra. And then he undid it.

“Taehyung-” You gasped, attempting to whirl around but failing. His hands wound around your body, easing your bra off and throwing it aside. Taehyung swirled his fingers up to your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple between his index and thumb.

“Shh, kitten…I’m letting you breathe.”

“Not like that!” You snapped. Yet, you didn’t push him away. Rather, you leaned against his shoulder, head lulling back to get a good glance at his face. His lips were parted, eyes drooping heavily. Taehyung rubbed his middle fingers against your nubs, now, taking his long tongue and laving it across your soft shoulder.

“Mm, too late, isn’t it?” He smiled, bringing his lips to your jaw, cheek, and to your earlobe. Taehyung nipped at your earlobe, ignoring the way you flinched against his touch.

His hands roamed your body, one staying to massage your breast while the other found itself slipping under your skirt to flick your clothed clit. Taehyung slowed or quickened his pace depending on your reactions. You rocked your hips into his hand, and that was when he pulled away.

Taehyung gripped your hips, leaning you over the bed, hands holding you firmly while he kissed up and down your back.

You let out a small moan, and Taehyung let go. He turned you back around on the bed, immediately capturing your lips with his own. Both of your breathing was uneven as Taehyung hoisted you onto the bed under him. You shuffled back, taking hold of his hair and pulling him along with you. He growled against your mouth, biting your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling viciously.

For a moment you opened your eyes, to see Taehyung staring back at yours with a tinge of danger. Finally letting your lip free, Taehyung moaned softly.

You watched with a pounding heart as he pushed you against the pillows, his tanned fingers running down the valley between your breasts and your stomach, hand landing on the zipper of your skirt.

Taehyung watched your face the whole time he undid your skirt, slowly pulling it down your legs. Taehyung dipped his head to kiss your stomach while gliding the fabric to your ankles and slipping it off one leg a time.

You held your breath when he moved back up your body with his mouth, barely pausing to pay a little extra attention to your right breast before moving back to your neck.

“Taehyung, don’t.” You wanted to feel him, so you began pushing his face away from your neck. You knew what he was about to do, and you didn’t want him to take anymore blood tonight.

He hissed quietly when you shoved him away, but continued to work on you. His nimble fingers pulled down your scantily-clad panties, almost ripping them with the force he used. Still, Taehyung paid no mind to it and pressed his lips to yours. You fought the urge to pull his hand to your middle, and instead yanked on his jeans.

“Be patient…” Taehyung let out a breathy chuckle, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you laying down. You took hold of his wrist, looking up into his eyes before bringing his hand down your body. Taehyung’s eyes bore into yours, brows furrowing when you attempted to get his hand low enough to feel you where you wanted.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He purred, dragging his hand back up your body to place on your breasts. He fondled them a moment, placing damp kisses all over your torso. “Let me touch you, impatient girl.”

You furrowed your brows, rubbing your legs together with irritation. Taehyung peppered kisses down your body, sometimes gentle, and sometimes hard enough to leave a delicious bruise. He got down to your middle, softly lodging a hand between your legs to pry them apart. His soft hands ran under your thigh, hoisting it up as he leaned toward your core.

Taehyung’s finger ran from your knee cap to your middle. He let two fingers glide up your folds, humming in delight at the wetness he felt. You shuddered under him, spreading your legs farther as he inserted a digit in you at a slow pace.

“All that wetness for me? I feel so special.” He cooed, kissing your inner thigh. Taehyung gently nipped at it, taking his time to make his way to your middle.

Just the feel of one finger had your hips twitching and breath coming out in short bursts. He soon pressed another finger inside, curling them as he pumped in and out at a deathly slow speed.

You leaned your head back, eyes closing as Taehyung’s pumping leveled out at a reasonably. The tension building up between your legs was incredible, and it had you begging him for more at the lightest of touches.

And then you felt his teeth sinking into your thigh.

“Taehyung!” You whined, kicking his face away from you. He held you in place, looking down at you with furrowed brows. His fingers had stopped pumping, and Taehyung pulled them out of you.

From the single bite of your skin, your thigh was bleeding and Taehyung had the audacity to lick it clean like a puppy until it had stopped. You were whining for him to continue fingering you, but he wasn’t listening.

“If I can’t taste you then you can’t feel me the way you want.” He decided, climbing up your body. His knee pressed against your middle, rubbing you in such a way that had you gripping him for support.

“You’ll hurt me if you drink anymore!” You argued, arching your back into him.

“I’m afraid you have no idea what you’re talking about. But-” a mysterious grin quirked his lips, sending a chill running through you. “-I guess you can still come. As many times as you want, of course.”

“Taehyung,” you warned him, but he merely laughed. Taehyung stood, shedding his pants on the floor before reaching into the bedside dresser. Pulling free some silk, Taehyung dangled it in the air.

“Yes, kitten?” He wondered, straddling your legs. He picked up your arms, and you let Taehyung tie the lush fabric around your wrists and to the metal bars on the back of his bed. Pushing your legs together, you rubbed your thighs for extra friction.

You didn’t say anything, so Taehyung placed a finger on his lips, looking down at you as he climbed off of your body. 

“What should I do first? Maybe finger you? Do you want me to taste you, kitten? How about I just leave you here with a toy inside of you?”

You whimpered at the thought of him doing anything to you, writhing against the soft restraints as Taehyung ran his hand down your leg.

“Don’t bite me anymore…” You pleaded, and he sighed, before waving you away.

“Fine, but that means in return I’ll have to punish you.” He ran his tongue over his upper lip, causing you to shiver as he reached into the drawer and pulled out a red vibrator.

You would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the threatening gaze he sent you. Taehyung was definitely the wolf, not the sheep, and that only excited you more.

“Oh Y/N, always such a good girl…” He murmured in a sweet tone, turning on the vibrator until it was purring in his hands quietly. Taehyung wedged himself in between your legs to keep them apart, and you were suddenly feeling your stomach drop in excited anticipation. At first, he teased you by kissing your thigh again, and running the vibrator on the other side. He had to hold down your stomach with his free hand because of how much you were writhing underneath him.

Taehyung finally placed the vibrator against your clit, pulling your legs up onto his shoulders. Your mouth gaped open at the feeling of it, and your wrists chafed against the cuffs as your body twitched in pleasure.

Although you knew Taehyung enjoyed watching your pleasure overwhelm you, he decided to then push the vibrator inside of you, instead. Your walls clenched around it, and you could no longer hold back the moans you’d been resisting to let forth. Taehyung chuckled quietly, blowing cold air against your clit. His hand massaged against the bite mark on your thigh, before his mouth took over and began to suck dark purple hickeys against the plush skin. Your lower body jerked against him, and he pushed the vibrator as deep as it could go inside of you.

“Don’t come.” He ordered breathlessly, pulling the vibrator between your folds slowly, kissing your thigh every time you twitched in pleasure. “Don’t come or I won’t let you leave.”

Your whole body was flaming with pleasure, the way Taehyung pushed the vibrator as far as it would go between your dripping walls was causing you to cry out. He reached back into his drawer, pulling free even more silk to tie around your ankles to restrict your legs from moving. He stood and pulled his underwear off, revealing his hardened cock glistening with pre-cum.

“Open your mouth.” He knelt on the bed beside your face, pumping his length until he was practically overflowing with liquids. You did as he asked, opening your mouth wide so he could face fuck you.

He started off slow, raking his fingers across your scalp and taking a fistful of hair. Your tongue lapped against his hardened member, enjoying the way he pressed his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. You ended up choking a few times, but still kept on.

“You take my cock so well.” He amended in a tight lipped voice.

You almost slipped up at least several times, unable to hold back the moans from the vibrator plunged deep inside of you. While he was face fucking you, Taehyung kept urging you not to come unless you wanted to be punished. Your stomach was full of knots that wanted to be released, but you clenched yourself around the toy and tried to focus on the way he grunted while thrusting into your mouth.

Taehyung yanked harder onto your hair as he grew nearer to finishing, pulling his cock from your mouth to finish on your face. You licked off the cum on your chin, eyes watching him the whole time.

“Taehyung-” You whined, mouth gaping open as his middle finger ran cross your clit. Any sort of friction was threatening to run you off the edge, and you could barely move without seeing stars.

“Don’t, Y/N.” He grinned, caressing his finger against your clit again. You screwed your eyes shut, twitching against his finger. The sound of your moans and Taehyung whispering all of the ways he wanted to feel you was too much. You finished harder than you ever had before.

Even after you had finished, Taehyung kept the vibrator inside of you. The over stimulation was almost unbearable, and you were begging him to feel you with himself.

“What did I say?” He grinned, patting your cum stained cheek. You were crying out profanities, sweating bullets and begging him.

He slowly pulled the vibrator out of you, switching it off and discarding it somewhere you did not know. Taehyung watched as you sighed in relief, the soft fabric being untied from around your ankles.

He didn’t give you time to rest, as he pushed between your legs, spreading them far apart. You were leaking cum all over the bed, but Taehyung seemed to ignore it as he rubbed all along your slick folds with his cock.

Taehyung leaned over you, pulling you from your restraints and having you sit up. He helped your shaking body onto all fours before positioning himself at your entrance and easing himself inside of you.

If it weren’t for his hands holding you up, you wouldn’t of been able to been on all fours much longer. Thankfully enough, Taehyung pulled you into his lap, strong arms holding your back against his chest. His hands landed on your breasts, lips soothing the dull ache where he’d bitten your neck earlier.

Taehyung helped you rock back and forth on his length, walls immediately clenching around him. It was painful at first, but the pain quickly faded away to pleasure and you were soon pushing his hands down to grip your hips as you bounced up and down.

“fuck, Y/N-” He groaned quietly, his voice being drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against each other. He pushed you forward, hand coming out to grip your hair roughly. Your head yanked back just as he thrust hard into you, your whole body jolting forward. His hand collided with your ass, once, twice, three times, before running it across the now tender area gently.

The tension was already building within you once again, and by the sound of Taehyung’s deep, throaty groans you were sure he was about to finish a well. He let go of your hair and let you fall forward, slamming into you at a pace you could barely keep up with.

“Please-” You gaped, at a loss of breath. Taehyung kept murmuring different names, kitten, princess, sweetheart, Y/N, all the while telling you how good you felt.

He slowed his pace, allowing you to roll your hips back against him while he watched. You looked back at him, to find Taehyung was moistening his lips with furrowed brows. You reached for his hand, guiding it to your clit. He leaned into you, cock pressing against a sensitive area as he massaged 2 fingers against your swollen bud.

Your mouth fell open, gasps and moans spilling out as he thrust into you. Every spot was highly sensitive, the knot in your stomach building up quicker with every thrust. You finished for a second time before Taehyung, crumbling forward onto the soft bed.

You gripped the bed sheets as he rode out your high while bringing himself to finish as well. It only took Taehyung a few more strokes until he pulled out, letting his pleasure spill out onto your ass.

He finally eased your whole body down onto the bed, getting up to fetch a towel to help you wipe his cum off of your face and bottom. After you were cleaned off, Taehyung lightly picked up the covers and draped them over your body.

“You said you were busy tonight?” He wondered quietly, slipping under the blankets with you as well. You shrugged in response, laying your head against his shoulder.

“I think I need to sleep here tonight.”

“Watch out, I might attack you while you sleep.”

You sat up very suddenly, glaring from the corner of your eye. “You’re right…I am busy tonight.”