just on our grind


(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place

“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Ichimatsu 08 - The Ichimatsu Disaster

Karamatsu: The wind… is speaking to me. Telling us to go to the bathhouse. To wash away the tiredness from our daily grind with warm water. Just searching for a job all the time is not constructive at all. Creative days are born from imaginative periods of rest. 

Karamatsu: So, how about it? Wanna go to the bathhouse? 

Ichimatsu: …Ok, I’ll go. 

Todomatsu: Ah, I’ll pass. I had a shower at the gym earlier. 

Choromatsu: …

Karamatsu: Are you listening to Nya-chan or something? Oh well. Jyushimatsu… is not here. How about you, Osomatsu? 

Osomatsu: Ah, then I’ll… hmm? Ah, I’ll pass too. I have to write some resumes today. 

Karamatsu and Ichimatsu: Eh…? 

Osomatsu: That’s how it is, so you two go off to the bathhouse. Together. 

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└ 智です… さすが智です! 

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 18.03.2017

getting past the filter

I’ve been reading right-wing media - not all the time, because the point of the exercise is understanding and past a point it just breeds exhaustion. But my impression is that the way right-wing media interprets the protests and the outrage and the fear and anger at Trump’s presidency is something like this:

The left won a lot of battles in a row, and they got used to winning every fight they got into, so they picked fights that they couldn’t possibly really care about, just to grind our faces in the dirt. And then they lost! And we won! And they are handling this with immature hysteria and obstructionism and riots, and we basically have to wade through them to put the country back on the rails, and where we fail it’s their fault and where we succeed it proves that they’re ineffectual and intellectually bankrupt and have no tactics beyond crying and complaining and calling people racist. And they’re complaining about things they were fine with under Obama so they’re not actually sincere anyway. And they still have a stranglehold nearly everywhere, but maybe now people’ll start to see through them and we’ll have a chance to roll it back.)

(Some examples of fights we ‘couldn’t possibly really care about’: making employers cover health care plans that included contraception coverage, making bakers bake wedding cakes for gay people, letting trans people use restrooms of their choice.)

And the presence of the narrative imposes a sort of filter, where things you do that make sense within it, or reinforce it, don’t get seen by half the country. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. But sometimes it really does; sometimes I want to be able to talk to the people who voted for Trump and be heard and be understood to be saying what I’m actually saying and not just ‘blah blah liberals won and won and won and can’t handle losing and are going to call you racist no matter what racist racist racist’.

So, obviously, I think this narrative is unfair in many, many ways. But what I’m really interested in right now is, what could a person do or say in order to slip past the narrative? Because it’s, well, encompassing - narratives usually are. Peaceful protests fit into the ‘the left is all bluster and whining’ arm of it and violent protests fit into ‘the left is a danger’ arm of it and no protests fit into the ‘we are the silent majority’ arm of it. And there are battles which really are worth fighting but which are trivial and silly to people sufficiently removed from them, like fights over letting trans people use public restrooms. 

But narratives are not all-encompassing - the vocal opposition of Senator McCain to Trump’s conduct doesn’t fit into it at all, the conservative judges overturning Trump’s executive orders doesn’t fit into it very well, the testimony of veterans about why their translators saved their lives and deserve the opportunity to live here which they were promised doesn’t fit into it.

Those are, of course, all examples of conservatives who can challenge the narrative by already having credibility within it. I can’t think of a great way for a liberal to establish that credibility - emphasizing that you understand why they believe the things they believe was tried very loudly during the campaign, and I think it mostly totally failed (both at establishing that, and at going from ‘we understand each other’ to ‘the filter you’re seeing me through isn’t capturing what I want and what I actually want is reasonable and comprehensible and human’.)

I feel like one important project of the next few months is figuring out how to communicate past the filter, how to say things that aren’t easily sorted into the narrative, and how to build from there enough trust that our concerns and fear and anger are heard as concern and fear and anger, instead of being easy to round off as ‘they lost and they’re sore losers’. I want past the filter. I want to be able to make myself understood. And I do still think that there’s some way that can be achieved.


I HATE those cheesy, stupid ass Facebook posts that go something along the lines of:

“Marriage isn’t easy. Marriage is ugly, messy, it’s fighting over little things, it’s seeing the worst in someone, seeing them angry and impatient. But it’s also laughing until you cry, eating ice cream on the kitchen floor at 3 am, etc”

Like… COME ON!!!! What kind of heterosexual bullshit is this?!

Seriously, marriage shouldn’t be as fucking miserable as people (mostly hetero people) always make it out to be.

Sorry, but my husband and I are happy together, we genuinely enjoy each other’s company, and we have healthy communication so that we hardly ever fight? And when we do fight, we’re able to talk it out?? There’s nothing ugly, messy, or difficult with our marriage.

Idk, perpetuating that shit just grinds my gears.

I will never understand the normalization of being in miserable marriages.


I love how (◡‿◡✿) the pancake scene (◡‿◡✿) is such a domestic (◡‿◡✿) “we just woke up from many rounds of marathon sex”  (◡‿◡✿) morning scene (◡‿◡✿) I mean it feels natural (◡‿◡✿) seeing as (◡‿◡✿) i’ll be watching it (◡‿◡✿) every morning (◡‿◡✿) until I am an old shrivelled woman (◡‿◡✿) so it’s good that it’s morning-themed (◡‿◡✿) it just feels right (◡‿◡✿) that we can watch our ship grind next to their pancakes (◡‿◡✿) over our…coffee every morning (◡‿◡✿) life is beautiful (◡‿◡✿) ship Captain Swan if you aren’t right now (◡‿◡✿) cause you (◡‿◡✿) are missing out (◡‿◡✿) and I feel bad (◡‿◡✿) for your sorry ass (◡‿◡✿) 

Object of Our Desire

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnkinkbingo
Square Filled: Objectification

Ship: Cas/Dean/Jimmy
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: PWP, smut, sibling incest, polyamory, threesome, oral, anal, bottom!Dean, switch!Jimmy, top!Cas, objectification, de-humanization, sub!Dean
Summary: Dean’s got a kink he’d like to try out, and his boyfriends are more than willing to help.
Word Count: 2732
A/N: Tags are at the bottom, send an ask to be added to my tagslist!

Dean grunted, opening his eyes. Their room was just starting to lighten, it couldn’t have been later than six. 

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anonymous asked:

not to be like extra but look at the way they stand back to back. on most music videos I see guys drooling, doing sexy poses despite having to look serious, grinding and shit, and our baby is just gay and taken

he’s really respectful to her and gave her an equal platform and i’m just 🤗

You don’t know how lovely you are
Come take a ride in my car
We can drop the top down
Leave behind this dirty old town
Set off on a massive road trip
Why should we give a shit
Burning rubber with the wind in our hair
Banging out old tunes like we don’t care
Not thinking about our destination
But just leaving without hesitation
Abandoning the daily working grind
Leaving our sadness and troubles behind
Hit the road darling just you and me
Discover how once more to be free
Come take a ride in my car
You really don’t know how lovely you are


I have been in an abusive (sexual and emotional abuse) relationship and I have had a hard time knowing what is normal romantic behavior. I have asked him why and he often says he just doesn’t like to. 

It’s frustrating because I give wayyyy more than I receive sexually and I don’t want to pressure him into something he doesn’t want to do. On the other hand, I feel like he just doesn’t care. 

Our routine almost always goes: make-out/grind, at this step he sometimes rubs my clit, I’ll go down on him, then we will have sex and he will almost always fall asleep immediately after. I’ve never had an orgasm, and I know that plays a role because I have a hard time owning my sexuality. 

Sometimes sex is kinda like “what’s the point?” because I never get release. Don’t get me wrong sex feels good enough but it’s not the same as head.

I know that I need to take more control of my sexuality, I’ll never learn to orgasm if I don’t. With that being said, I wish he would take some initiative. 

We have talked about it a few times and each time, for a few days, he will give me a little more attention in bed but soon go back to his old ways. I don’t know how else to talk to him about it. I want more, but i don’t want to pressure him into doing something he doesn’t want to do. 

I’m starting to get bitter about it and we haven’t had sex in a while I just tell him I’m not in the mood.

How can I talk to him, and change our routine for good??

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

ALL WOMEN EXPERIENCE THIS.  What you are describing is related to sex, but peal off the top layer and it’s really male socialization vs. your equality to happiness.  They are taught not to budge to your female qualities. 

Your extremely aware of the advances in your side, but not understanding his reactions, his socialization, his perspective and role models of manhood.  

This is not justifications, it’s about labeling the problem as it is.

ALL WOMEN WILL EXPERIENCE this resistance from all males to adapt to equality due to their BRO CODE TRAINING.

It comes especially across in the topics of sexual satisfaction due to all the intimacy/vulnerable issues and $$$$ becuz that defines real values & priorities. 

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i realize this may be petty but when you’ve got like actual marginalized people speaking out about their own representation in this fandom and then other people who are not part of this group keep making their own posts about said thing instead of just…reblogging ours….that rlly grinds my gears….like i said it’s prob petty but like ya don’t have to keep saying the same thing in the same way yk just link or reblog

About Tonight ~D.R.~

Summary: you meet Rupp at a party and you two hook up

Requested: yes


I was at one of Johnsons friends house. I didn’t know him, but I’ve heard of him.

Jack just wanted me to get out of the house and have some fun so I agreed to come. We spent forever trying to find something to wear. Jack wanted me to wear a dress, I wanted to wear shorts. Jack wanted my hair up, I wanted it down. Jack wanted heels, I wanted my Jordan’s.

It didn’t matter anyway, Jack left me as soon as we arrived. He’s so rude tbh. But you gotta love Johnson.

I walk into the kitchen to grab a drink. Once I walk in I see Jack talking to Taylor and some boy wearing a backwards visor, baggy pants, and a tank top with a large jacket.

“Jack there you are. You can’t just leave me in a place I don’t know. Hey Taylor. How’s my baby?” I say grabbing jacks cup and drinking all of it. It was strong too. I think it was liquor and coke.

“Hoosier is doing good. He misses you. You should come by” Taylor says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Jack, who’s this?” I say smirking at the kid I didn’t know as Taylor handed me a drink he just made.

“Oh this is Dillon, you’re in his house right now.” Jack says pulling out his phone.

“You can call me Rupp, everyone does” he says smiling at me.

“Nah. I’ll call you Dill” I say winking before taking a huge sip of whatever Taylor made me.

“So, Dill, what is it that you do?” I say as Taylor and Jack walked off to find Gilinsky.

“You’ll see later” he says in my ear and walks past me. I smile and walk off to find my friends.

Turns out Dillon is a DJ. He’s actually good. He just finished his set.

I’m in a group of people when Rupp comes up to me.

“6 vegetables GO!” He says pointing his phone at me.

“Um fuck, carrot, broccoli, cauliflower, corn, asapargus and uh shit fuck, EGGPLANT” I count all the things on my finger. It’s a game we play. You have till the end of a snapchat video to name a number of a specific thing. It’s usually funny cause you blank.

Everyone turned to me because I just screamed eggplant.

“Who even knows eggplant is a vegetable” Dillon laughs at me.

“Hey. I happen to like eggplant, especially the bigger thicker ones, they’re amazing” I slowly trail off realizing what I was saying.

Rupp gave me a questioning look but still was smirking.

“Is that right?” He says getting closer to me. “You’re gonna love what I have for you.” He says slowly biting my earlobe and blowing cool air on it.

I grab his bicep with my free hand to steady myself.

“Dillon” I manage to get out quietly without it sounding like a moan.

All he does is hum and lightly laugh in my ear. I look around to make sure no ones watching and I pull him up the stairs and turn into what looks like a master room.

“Wow, it’s like you were made to be in my room” Dillon says pulling me close and backing up into the door, shutting it.

“This yours?” I gesture to everything.

“Sure is. That bed, made just for me, but I think you’ll look really nice in it” he says slowly grinding our hips together.

“Well aren’t you just Mr. Smooth tonight.” I say pulling the back of neck closer to me. His beautiful green eyes capturing me like a spider in a web.

“I’m Mr. Smooth every night baby girl” he says pushing our lips together.

It was forceful yet gentle. His hands moved to my waist and massages my hips. His hands moved down and cupped my ass. He rubbed it for a minute before pulling on my thighs.

I jumped up and Dillon spun us around. I wrapped my legs around his torso and felt my lungs start to burn from not breathing. I guess Dillon was thinking the same thing because he immediately moved to biting at my neck and collarbone.

“Fuck dill” I say moaning. He pulled me off the door and walked me to the bed while keeping eye contact. He laid me down and began kissing my neck again.

He sat up to take his jacket and tank top off as I did the same.

“No bra? And you’re boobs are my favorite size? Damn you’re amazing” He says dipping down and kissing my boobs. He wrapped his mouth around my right nipple while his hand groped, tweaked and massaged my left.

I felt myself getting wetter and I really needed him to do something else. Something more.

“Dillon” I say lifting my back of the mattress.

“Beg for it princess” he mumbles in my neck as his hand snakes down my shorts but over my thong

“Please Dillon. Please do something. Anything. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl.” I say trying to create some kind of friction.

“You promise you’ll be a good girl for daddy?” He said kissing my stomach. I nod quickly so he can continue.

“No baby, I need to hear you say it”

“I promise daddy. I’ll be a good girl” I rush out starting to pout.

“Good now be quiet for this part.” He says pulling down my floral shorts that made twerking easier.

He kisses back up my thigh and used his teeth to pull my underwear down, while making eye contact with me.

“Fuck you’re so wet. I bet you taste delicious. Do you want me to taste your glistening pussy princess? Huh?” Dillon says running his fingers around my folds.

“Yes daddy. Please” I grab his hair and gently pull.

He immediately dives right in and devours me. He’s rubbing my clit while his tongue poked in and out of me. His tongue and fingers would occasionally switch places which drove me absolutely mad.

I began moaning and he stopped.

“I told you be quiet. Now shhh or I will leave you like this” he says diving right back in. I was breathing heavy and all the energy that weren’t being put into sound made my body jerk.

I didn’t even get a chance to tell Dillon I was close before I came and Dillon kept rubbing.

I couldn’t even process what was happening. I just kept gasping and jerking. I couldn’t even form a sentence. Before I knew it I came again.

I breathed and calmed down. I looked up and realized Dillon was putting on a condom.

“Ready baby?” He says kissing my forehead. I nod and grab his neck pulling him down to me.

He slowly pushes into me and stays there till I tell him to move.

He finds a fast pace and all I feel is extacy.

My moans grow louder and louder until I’m almost screaming dillons name.

“There you go baby. Let everyone downstairs know who’s fucking you like this. Shit baby. So tight. You fit so good around me. Scream my name princess. I want the whole party to know it’s me who’s making you feel good.” Dillon whispers in my ear.

“SHIT DADDY. FUCK DILLON. RIGHT THERE BABY” i scream as loud as possible. Even though the music was loud and the bass thumped, I think the bed thumped the wall a bit harder.

As I came for the third time tonight, I felt Dillon twitch inside of me and shoot his load into the condom.

“Fucking hell. That is the best sex I’ve had in my life.” I say as Dillon pulls out of me and throws away the condom.

“Eh. I’ve had better” Dillon says laying down beside me with a hug grin on his face.

“I doubt you’ve ever had sex so good an entire party knows” I say lightly hitting his chest.

“You’re right. You’re definitely the best. Here’s a t-shirt. Unless you’re ready to head back down to the party” he says sitting up handing me a t-shirt from the side of his bed. I put it on and climb back into his bed. I snuggle under the covers.

“No. I’m okay”

“Good cause I just wanna lay with you” he says getting under the covers with me. He pulls me close and puts his chin on top of my head.

I don’t remember falling asleep but I’ll sneak out later.


This literally happened hours ago and it is too fucking hilarious not to share.

I am currently on my period, so obviously I had a tampon in. My boyfriend and I were getting a little ~frisky~ but we both knew that we couldn’t actually have sex (sometimes we have period sex, but not today). So we were just grinding, using our hands and making out–lol we sound like stereotypical teenagers. At some point after we both felt…fulfilled…I realized that I couldn’t find the string and it obviously hadn’t fallen out. We are really close and open with each other so I told him what was going on.

LIKE A FUCKING CHAMP he offered to help and calmly went up in there. 3 minutes later he retrieved the tampon and we celebrated with Starbucks. 

Safe to say he is a keeper…

Ah.. we had that dream again. Did we? Which one was it this time? It was the one with the broken room. Remember all the pieces? The door wouldn’t open. All the splinters, sinking inside our skin. It touched us deep, didn’t it? I scratched that itch on my ribs with them. It hurt so much, but it didn’t wake us up—why? ‘Dunno. The dream always ends the same though, we eat the meat–but I’m always mad about how it’s not enough. It’s not a meal for us, just a snack. Just enough to squish and grind between our teeth, just enough to slurp on the juice and pop the hard bone-candy. It hurt my jaw. Our teeth cracked because we had to chew so hard. It wasn’t the good meat, but it was enough.

Then it wiggled in our brain-meat, right? I felt it, did you? Yeah. It hurt too–our brains were popping. I got so dizzy, and my words got stupid. It was digging inside our head, ripping apart the soft pink. What was it looking for? I think it just wanted to hurt us. …But why? Why not? We didn’t do anything to it. We did everything. Why that dream? It always hurts, my brain and my tummy. We get so hungry, and our head bleeds. Can we dream something else? I want to dream about the Lady.

Which Lady? The Lady has a name. What was it? I can’t remember. I can’t either. She’s pretty. There’s lots of pretty ladies. But she’s prettier. Does her meat taste good? Probably, but we shouldn’t bite her. Remember what He said? We watch. Like Them? The ones in the sky? Yeah. Yes, like the ones in the sky. They’re there, like always. They’re watching us. See ‘em? I don’t like how Their tubes move. We have to get over it–They won’t leave. Do you think They can hear us? Maybe. But you remember the last time we tried to make Them go away. They made the sky bleed. It melted our food. No, They took it away from us and tried to make us the food. They’re mean.

Weren’t They in the dream too? I can’t remember–maybe? Maybe it wasn’t a dream. It was. But what if it wasn’t? Shut up. Shut up shut̢̮̰͕̳̫ ̗̠u̟p̛͕̣̬̩͈̥͚ s̛̪̥h̨u͏̫̞̘̟͖̦̹t҉̩͙̪͇͔̤̮ ̘̥͓u̮̼̱͚̩p̻̙̝̩̻̜̙ ̩̀s̨̲̩̘̙̞̳h̳̺̰̫͝u̶t̯͇͔̯͎̯̫ ̡̜͖͍̘ṳp̕.

T҉͚̱̮e̩l͕̤̪͙͕͕͡l͓͙̜̥͉̙̝ ̵̗̩̩̣ͅT̘͔͚h̡̳̳͈e͏m̰̯͇̦͙ ̴̫͚t̶o̫̼̜̙̙̹ ̠̼͞s̵̺͙h̘̹ͅͅư̠̳͇ṱ̘͇͉̀ ̖̜̘̻̭͚͉̒́̄͗͘͞ư̐̉ͩ̔̀͏̮̜̻̪̬̹̬p̱͎̣͚̂̓͒ͭͪ̐.͑̑̄̓̈̿̀̽҉̶̗͈

prompt: #98. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.” 
pairing: destiel
tags: friends with benefits, angst, homophobia

for @breathingdestiel

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“I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

Castiel knows it would’ve been better if they had never started this. If he would have listened to his brains instead of his hormones, he could have known that something like this was going to happen. That Dean would get what he wanted and that he ended up hurt.

Maybe he knew all along but felt like it was worth the risk. Worth the pain. In the end, it all came down to one thing. Castiel wasn’t made for this whole ‘Friends With Benefits’ arrangement.

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Imagine being to a club with the boys after their show in Barcelona. You’ve been best friends with the four of them ever since calum accidentally sneaked into your hotel room drunk half a year ago. You kept in touch over FaceTime and Skype and visited them as often as possible on their European tour.
Ever since waking up to calums arms wrapped around that morning you couldn’t help but fall deeper and deeper in love with him every time you saw him again. No one knew about your crush on calum and you didn’t want to make things awkward and of course you enjoyed getting backstage passes to nearly every one of their concerts. What you didn’t know was that calum was actually quite fond of you as well, but how were you supposed to know when he didn’t even admit it to himself yet. He told himself he wasn’t the kind of guy who let himself get tied down by some girl. He was a rockstar.
So he pushed the feelings he had for you to the back of him mind as far as possible. It all went well until he saw you dancing with some douche at the club. He knew about your love for Spanish guys and how the language turned you on. You returned to the boys panting, while your dance partner got you drinks.
“Holy crap! Did you guys see the way josé can move?” You giggled and the boys would nod and agree with you and smile as you rambled on about how hot josé was. Except for calum who was glaring into his glass playing with the icecubes. You crashed down next to him on the couch, bumping his shoulder.
“Did you know "hose” means pants in German?“ Calum simply stated not looking at you.
"Umm.. Ok? Random fact, but no I didn’t.” You laughed at calums silliness.
“Yeah like douche pants.” He added mumbling into his glass.
“Hey! Watch it. He hasn’t done anything to you. He’s actually really sweet and a true gentleman. And he’s smart” you rambled on, looking up at the boys as calums heart broke.
“He’s at college here and he’s into business and working at his dad’s company, even though he’s only like our age. He has accomplished so much.”
You didn’t see the broken glance calum gave you as you went on talking about how much he had done with his life. Calum couldn’t help but to compare himself with josé. How was he supposed to compete with someone who already owns a company and was at uni, while he hadn’t even finished school.
You rambled on until josé returned with your drinks and you winked at the boys before heading back to the dance floor.
“How am I supposed to compete with that, ash?” Calum quietly asked Ashton as he watched josés arm sneak around your waist. Calum didn’t like the way he touched you. He didn’t like the way anyone except him touched you. He even hated the way Michael looked at tonight when he saw you come down the stairs in your short black dress.
“I didn’t know you were in that competition, mate.” Ashton replied, clearly surprised at the sudden confession.
“I didn’t know either until two minutes ago.”
Ashton sighed before leaning in to whisper into calums ear.
“I don’t know mate, but taken by the way she usually looks at you when mr. Pants isn’t swirling around her I’d say all you have to do is say the word and she’s yours.”
“What? No. Y/N doesn’t like me that way.”
“Maybe she just hasn’t realized it yet?”
“No. Ash. I’m not going to risk our friendship.”
“Alright then mate, just go and watch her grinding on josés pants then”
And with that Ashton got up and joined luke and Mikey’s discussion about boobs. Usually calum would always be up for a boobs discussion, but tonight he couldn’t concentrate on anything else but how this douche touched you. The dance floor was stacked and yours and josés bodies were basically pressed together from every side. The longer this went on the angrier calum got. First he had tried to distract himself with random girls, but his eyes went back to you every five seconds. You had put your hands around josés neck to stable yourself and laughed at something josé whispered in your ear, throwing your head back. Calum caught josé checking our your boobs as you did so.
“That’s it!” Calum snapped jumping to his feet, pushing his way through the dancefloor, ignoring the confused yells of those who he left behind.
As soon as he reached you, he grabbed your wrist and peeled you off your partner. You turned around confused and stared into calums eyes.
“Calum? What are you…” You laughed, but Calum cut you off.
“We’re leaving.” He said, before pulling you after him towards the exit.

Tamlin Character Development Rant

I get really upset sometimes when people say SJM turned Tamlin into a “villain” and wrote him OOC just so we would ship Feysand.

No. Just no.

First off, Feysand has been canon since chapter two of A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Anyway. I think it’s totally unfair to say SJM got lazy and wrote Tamlin OOC. Tamlin, that giant fuck bucket, went through something horrific. He loved Feyre, even though he didn’t try and rescue her from Under the Mountain in ACOTAR. And let me add I have never EVER NEVER EVER shipped Feylin (????). I don’t even know their ship name, so don’t take this as me sticking up for him. I didn’t like Tamlin. I decided that when he bit Feyre because it was really creepy and weird to me. I didn’t even like ACOTAR so I wasn’t going to read ACOMAF. And I know why I didn’t like ACOTAR because Tamlin is a giant fuck. But I digress.

Feyre died. And Tamlin watched Feyre die. He went through something traumatic, not matter how much I hate that fucktable I have to admit it. He was broken, just like Feyre. Except he was broken in a different way. He completely changed because he went through something traumatic JUST LIKE FEYRE!!!!! Everyone falls apart and tries to put themselves back together in different ways. Just because Tamlin started acting like an idiotic tool doesn’t mean you can say SJM wrote him OOC.

It’s called character development, my children. And guess what?!!?? Character development doesn’t always mean it’s going to be for the better. It means a character develops and changes. He changed!!!!! That’s life!!!!!! The “good guys” don’t always stay good!!!!!!!!!

Anyways, have a nice day and stay hydrated

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where you and JB(got7) are trying to have some "alone time 😏😏" and the other members keep bothering you two

18+ Enjoyy!!!!

~Admin L

The boys had just settled into their new dorm when JB and I were sitting in his room staring at the dozens of boxes that surrounded his bed, trapping us there.
“I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to unpack this stuff…” JB said as he looked around the room.
“That’s almost the exact same thing you said when we were packing up your old room. Aren’t you excited to be in this new dorm? It’ll all be worth it now that you have your own room,” I said as I leaned over and kissed JB, rubbing my hands over his sculpted chest.
“Not right now babe,” he said as he pushed me away, “I’m too stressed with the move to think about that right now.”
“You need to relax,” I said, winking, “You should be celebrating, you’ve just moved out of that tiny ass apartment. This is a big stage in your life!”
JB exhaled deeply. “I hate it when you’re right Jagi, but I just can’t. You know what I’m like, I need everything to be sorted before I can relax”
I looked at him with puppy dog eyes, usually I wasn’t this pushy, but this is the first time we didn’t have to worry about Youngjae popping in. It was either be nervous about that or have fun in my apartment, which only had an uncomfortable sleeping mat.
JB is so attractive when needs my comforting and I, I’m sad to admit, was slightly turned on by his vulnerability. I know he could tell. I crossed my legs and edged closer to him as he puffed his chest out and smirked while biting his bottom lip. Oh, god…I was done for.
We were centimeters apart and our lips finally collided, all my worries passed and I was filled with sparks. His kisses were passionate and long. He took control, like I imagined, trailing his tongue around my mouth and locking his soft lips around mine. It was perfect.
I seductively moved myself onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, never disconnecting our kiss. He moaned intensely into my mouth. He deepened the kiss and, fuck, it felt so good. I felt him smile into the kiss and something hard began poking the back of my thigh.
“Someone’s getting excited oppa,” I whispered.
I’d never thought of myself as a sexual person until I started dating JB. I enjoyed giving my lover pleasure. It was intoxicating.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, positioning my clothed heat on his now rock hard member. He bit my lip lightly and bucked his hips. I couldn’t help but moaned and throw my head back as pleasure rapidly surged through my body. JB released his mouth from mine and roughly kissed my exposed neck, drawing circles with his tongue. I moved my arms from around his neck and caressed his chest undoing his shirt buttons when there was a sudden knock on the door.
“JB!” said a familliar voice. Fuck! Youngjae was here!
“Oh shit!” I whispered. JB looked at me with wide eyes and mouthed, “They don’t know that you’re here…”
“One sec, Jae!” he shouted. I got off of JB’s lap and noticed an obvious bulge in his tight jeans. Shit. There’s no hiding that… I thought.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his closet, crushing some boxes along the way.
“Stay here,” he whispered. Youngjae wouldnever let him live this down if he found out what we were doing in here. He ran to answer the door and let Jae in.
“Hey JB, me and the guys thought you might like some company, you’ve been in here alone for a long time,” he said, sweetly.
Fuck! They’re going to want to look around and help unpack once they see JB hasn’t done anything! He had to get rid of them.
“Aw, Jae that’s nice but you know I’m so busy right now. Maybe come back later?” Thank god my boyfriend and I were on the same page.
“Are you sure? We might not be able to just chill out for a while,” Youngjae explained. Like JB wouldn’t already know that…
“I know, but I’m just really exhausted with unpacking and composing and editing, you know how it is,” There is no way Youngjae was going to buy this…
“Yeah I know…” I could hear the sadness in Youngjae’s voice. I felt so bad, but I couldn’t let him see I was here. JYP was serious when he said no girls in the new dorm…
“Alright, I’ll go, but you better let me know if you need any help…” JB closed the door and darted to the closet to let me out. Thank god Youngjae didn’t see the bulge in his pants.
“Oh, my god, Y/N,  I’m so sorry,” He wheezed as he picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I gasped.
“It’s fine. Just kiss me.”
Our lips connected and I grinded into his growing erection. I moved my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. He moaned gently into the kiss. I couldn’t contain myself, I ripped his shirt open, breaking a few of the buttons in the process. He caressed my thigh and carried me over to his bed, laying me down. He placed his cool hands on my thighs and pulled down my skirt gently. I blushed as he came back up to kiss me again.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered, clearly nervous that we would be disrupted again.
I nodded and he tugged my underwear down. He lay on top of me and he flipped us over so I was straddling him. I provocatively lifted my shirt up and threw it across the room into the mess of boxes. I’d find it later.
His hips bucked up and I moaned loudly, loud enough that JB had to cover my mouth.
“Babe these rooms aren’t totally sound proof!” he laughed as he kissed me to muffle the next moan as he bucking into me again.
He turned us over and reached up my back and undid my bra. I arched my back so he could reach it and he flung it across the room into the pile of discarded clothes. I fondled his belt buckle and was about to pull down his jeans when there was another knock on the door.
“JB HYUNG!!!” Fuck..Bam Bam and Yugyeom…
“What is it?” Jb sighed and ushered me back into the closet again while mouthing an ‘I’m sorry.’
The maknaes were standing close to the door when JB finally opened it.
“We heard a weird noise from your room and thought you might have died under the boxes, are you okay?” Yugyeom asked, genuinely concerned about his leader.
“I’m fine…I don’t know what noise you heard but it didn’t come from my room.”
Just then Bam Bam’s eyes bulged out of his head and he began to laugh uncontrollably, confusing JB and Yugyeom.
“Umm…hyung…?” he asked as he suggestively looked down at JB’s obvious bulge, “What are you doing in here?”
JB coughed and I’m sure his face was bright red in embarrassment.
“I was…just…umm…” he didn’t know what to say.
“If you wanted your alone time for that put a sock on the door or something man!” Yugyeom scoffed as he began to walk away.
“Have fun thinking about Y/N!!” Bam Bam laughed as he left and closed the door behind him.
I jumped out of the closet and began to take off JB’s pants before he could change his mind about this. His obviously hard member poked out of his blue Calvin Klein boxers. Our bare chests made contact and I felt free and didn’t have a care in the world.
“Condom?” I whispered. He nodded and picked his jeans back up and grabbed a shiny package out of the pocket. I’m glad he had one there and didn’t have to serch the boxes for his extensive collection of condoms. That’s one benefit of fans sending random gifts to him we never have a shortage. While he grabbed the condom I was getting under the covers. He slowly pulled his underwear down and slipped the ribbed protection onto his large member.
JB jumped back into bed and started kissing and sucking my neck.
“Ready,” He whispered between kisses. I loved how he was being so gentle and caring even in our most intimate moments. “Yes, Jaebum. I want you” I replied softly. He kissed me again and entered me slowly, inch by inch. We’d just started but I already felt like I was so close because of the built up tension.
“Soon, he was fully inside me, thrusting in and out. We moaned in sync, as softly as we could. He was grunting through his teeth and I was biting his shoulder to muffle my moans of ecstasy.
“Jagi, I’m gonna-”I put my finger on his lips.
“Shh, it’s o-okay, me t-too,” I gasped.
He thrusted into me a few more times and we both came in sync. We were both woozy and on a total high. He pulled out and discarded the condom.
“JB,” I whispered, “I- I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said as he kissed my shiny forehead. After that we both started to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Just as we were about to enter dreamland we heard another knock on the door.
“Fuck…” JB groaned, “What could you guys possibly need now?” He yelled angrily at the door.
Junior laughed as he cleared his throat.
“We were just wondering if you and Y/N wanted any pizza…the delivery guy just got here and we got pineapple on it if you want some…”
“They knew I was here?” I whispered to JB and he looked at me with shocked eyes.
“These walls are WAYYY thinner than you think,” Junior answered for JB.
Well shit…