my plan was different but still

anonymous asked:

Mike kissing Will's moles

When it happens, it’s not something that Mike plans - it just sort of happens before he realizes it’s happening.

It’s like this: Mike is holding a comic book above his head, just out of Will’s reach. It’s something he does often these days - teasing Will lightheartedly about their increasing height difference, because he’s not really sure how else to deal with the way his heart can’t seem to keep steady in his chest when he’s next to Will. Will never minds it, though; he’s laughing as he stretches up, attempting to grab the book from Mike’s grasp.

They scuffle playfully for a moment before Mike grabs hold of Will’s wrist and, instead of pushing his arm away as he intends to, he pulls Will closer and presses his lips to the inside of Will’s wrist, right against the mole that sits against the thin skin there. He doesn’t realize it’s happening until he’s already pulling away, Will’s skin a tangible memory against his lips.

Will’s eyes widen and his laughter catches in his throat, coming out as a startled sort of gasp instead.

“I -,” Mike starts to say, but he can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He drops Will’s wrist from his grasp. His palms are sweating.

“Mike,” Will says. He takes a step closer and Mike feels dizzy.

“Yeah?” Mike whispers out.

Will steps closer still, standing up on his tiptoes and looking directly at Mike with eyes that are clear and bright and just slightly unsure. Mike finds that his eyes flutter closed without his permission, and he can feel Will’s breath against the sharp of his jaw, warm and pleasant in the cool air of Mike’s basement.

It’s then that Will reaches up and snatches the comic book out of Mike’s slackened hand with ease, a satisfied laugh cascading from between his lips.

“Got it!” he declares, stepping back just a bit and clutching the book in his fist triumphantly.

Mike opens his eyes and tries to laugh too, but the sound gets stuck somewhere in his throat and the only noise he manages to make is some sort of strangled sigh.

“Guess you win,” he says after a beat, and wonders what it means that Will’s smile goes a little softer, that he steps closer to Mike once more, shoving the rolled up comic book into his jacket pocket like it doesn’t really matter.

“Guess so,” Will replies absently.

He reaches up with a hand that hesitates only slightly, brushes his thumb over the ridge of Mike’s cheekbone, across the line of freckles that live there like a star system littered over warm, pale skin.

And this moment is not the first time that Mike notices the moles at the hollow of Will’s throat, or the one sitting just above the line of Will’s lips - far from it, in fact; he’s noticed them plenty of times - when Will laughs cheerfully with his head thrown back against Mike’s shoulder as they watch a movie together, when he smiles his almost-shy smile as Mike catches his eye from across the lunch table - there’s rarely a time that he’s not noticed them.

But it is the first time that Mike presses his nervous, shaking fingers softly against the skin of Will’s neck, resting there as if to measure if Will’s pulse is racing just as frantically as his own (it is), and it’s absolutely the first time that he leans down and kisses that single mole above his lips - short and sweet and just the slightest bit awkward.

Will giggles happily and starts to say, “you missed,” in a playful sort of voice, but Mike moves down those last few centimeters and cuts him off with a kiss to the lips that shuts him up and distracts him just long enough for Mike to pluck the comic from Will’s pocket.

He pulls back with a mischievous grin and says, “you lose,” in a childish little sing-song voice, bopping will lightly on the nose with the rolled up paper.

Will’s smile doesn’t falter in the slightest as he says, “doesn’t feel like it.”

As Mike grabs Will’s arm and leads him toward the nearby chairs (they do, after all, actually want to read the comic at some point), he rubs his thumb softly over the mole there and can’t, for all the world, keep the smile off of his face.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm planning on majoring in Astrophysics, but most of the colleges that offer the subject are Harvard, Yale, or Cambridge. I am a good student, but I'm no genius, and there is no realistic way in which I could go to any of these schools. I understand that this subject is offered in other universities, but is the curriculum just as good? Also, how hard is the math? I believe that anything can be achieved if you set out a plan and work for it, but does that mindset work in astrophysics?

Hey! thanks for asking.

If you want my honest opinion, while Ivy League schools are really good schools, a lot of it is prestige and in my opinion the graduate programs, and I don’t think there’s a huge difference between going to an Ivy for your undergrad versus a state school (in terms of curriculum). In other words, while the curriculum might not be as good as it would be at an Ivy, it will still be good//great, depending on where you go, and how the department is at that school. You can still get a good astrophysics//physics//STEM education, regardless of whether or not you end up at an Ivy or not.

To answer the math question, how are you at calculus//algebra? Most of physics is calculus and algebra (and by most i mean all), so you’ll need to be good at both. You’ll be required to take math through multivariable calculus and differential equations, which can be difficult courses but if you have a good study schedule and seek help where you need it, you’ll be alright.

Setting out a plan and working for it is always a really good mindset to be successful in general, regardless of what you’re doing and I don’t see why it can’t be applied to astrophysics. 

Also, keep in mind that a lot of astrophysics is working with computers and using computer data from satellites//satellite telescopes. Very little astrophysics involves you physically looking through a telescope at space, but instead interpreting data given to you via computer, satellite, etc. It is still fun, but it might be different than you’re expecting. Also, be sure to talk to professors about career opportunities and make sure you’re satisfied with that before you officially declare your major, because it can be difficult to get a good job in astrophysics.

anonymous asked:

First of all thank you so much for your advice dfghj you're so sweet!! But yeah, the age gap is pretty bad I think? I'm turning 16 in December and he's 20. I don't plan on getting in his pants or anything until I'm legal but it's still gross to society, you know? ^^; And all the flirting is completely innocent and filled with compliments, nothing.. sexual, haha. He seems to enjoy my compliments though as he sends a lot of selfies haha ^^

Aww, you don’t have to thank me at all! Hmm yeah, if I’m being perfectly honest, that age difference is quite a lot :c I know things are still innocent right now, but you never know when they could change to something sexual. I would strongly advise you to just stay friends. I’m so sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear, but a five year age gap at that age is just a lot in terms of life experience and maturity, you know? And even when you’re legal, he’s still a lot older than you so idk. I mean obviously you can make your own choice by then, but that’s still a long time away. I hope this makes sense ahh I’m sorry I just want you to stay safe! I know things might seem harmless now but it’s always important to be aware. And trust me, he won’t be the only one in your life.

cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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Hey guys!! ;W; I still can’t believe that this ship has sailed <3333
I planned to do a lot of Victuri/Victuuri art before they’re canon XD but I never thought that it would be canon that soon <33 Episode 7 was sooo damn wonderful! Love them <3

Actually I wanted to redraw a screenshot..but now it turned out a little bit differently ^^“ I hope you don’t mind c;
I haven’t drawn a kiss scene for ages!! It was so hard for me ;w; But it was a nice experience <3 I really want to draw more kiss scenes in the future<3

I hope you like it c; 


battle couple:

it didn’t take long, the blue glow of his blade and the burning red of magnus’s magic lighting up their faces and before alec knew it there was some semblance of silence, the two of them standing there panting. magic was still crackling in the air and alec had ichor on his hand, dripping down his blade. x

My dear lgbt+ children, 

Many messages i get on this blog are things like “My family says homophobic things but i’m still in the closet, i don’t know what to do”,

My best friend uses transphobic slurs but how do i tell her that it hurts me without telling her i am trans? I can’t come out yet” 

or other variants of “How to react to lgbt+-phobia when still in the closet?”. 

I’ve been planning to write a letter that answers this question for a while now - but to be honest, i postponed it because it’s a difficult situation to be in and there’s no one-size-fits-all answer. There’s not the one golden perfect solution to it. 

Instead, i’ll suggest several different possible solutions as you know your own situation and your family member/friend/the person better than i do. 

Without further bla bla, here’s the list: 

Possible ways to react to lgbt+-phobia when you’re in the closet: 

Example: Person says “I would never date a bi girl, they’re cheaters” 

Educate neutrally: “Bi means you’re attracted to two or more genders, it has nothing to do with faithfulness”, state a neutral fact that dismantles the lgbt+phobic statement without talking about yourself at all

May work best if: the person is indeed just uneducated about lgbt+ topics (rather than downright hateful), is okay with being proven wrong, is not overly suspicious of why you defend lgbt+ people (in case them finding out you are lgbt+ would put you in danger)

Play the “good straight ally” card: “That’s not true, one of my friends is bi and she would never cheat”, out yourself as a supporter rather than a member of the lgbt+ community 

May work best if: the person doesn’t know all your friends/you can easily make up a friend, the person is one of those people who stop being hateful as soon as their victim has a face 

Ignore and change the topic: “Talking about cheating, have you seen the movie You’ve got mail? It’s a romantic comedy, Sarah said it’s really cute but i didn’t watch it yet.”, say nothing in response to the lgbt+-phobia and try to steer the conversation to nicer topics

May work best if: they are too deep down in their hateful views for any of the above strategies to work, defending lgbt+ people would put you in danger

Avoid the person: This is less of a instant response but more a long-term solution that can only work in some cases. Break off the friendship (maybe gently and slowly by spending less and less time with the person). 

Only works if: you don’t depend on them (sadly this doesn’t work with parents you still live with or co-workers in a job you can’t quit)

May be necessary if: their lgbt+ phobia negatively impacts your mental health

Agree and silently think “F*ck you”: “Yeah, i understand!”, just agree and keep your thoughts to yourself

This is a painful thing to do and can certainly negatively impact your mental health but it may be necessary if: them finding out or even getting suspicious puts you in danger

Do you have any other advice? Feel free to add your thoughts/experiences to this post! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom


I finally did it guys! I print it all today and it looks so good, I’m really happy about it ☺
I know that it still has a lot to improve but for now I think it’s fine like that, I’m really excited about it, I’ve been wanting to make my own planner for over a year now (and I mean for 2016 lol) but I just couldn’t make it happen for different reasons so now that I have it I’m getting crazy lol
I wanted to share it with you guys because I’ve been looking for ideas from all over your posts so thank you guys 💕
Like I said before I don’t plan to sell this but if you want me to share the file I’ll be happy to do it, just let me know so I can post a link 💋

OMYGOD!!!! (Spoilers for Teen Wolf)

OHMYGOD OHMYGOD I Just realised something whilst scrolling through the Stydia tag on tumblr (’cause that’s what people do at 7:20 in the morning). OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!!! ASDFGHJKL!!!!!

In Season 1 Stiles said “My 10 year plan to make Lydia fall in love with me may now have to stretch to 15 but the plan is definitely still in motion.”

He’s been in love with Lydia since the third grade. Which means 

  1. 3rd grade
  2. 4th grade
  3. 5th grade
  4. 6th grade
  5. 7th grade
  6. 8th grade
  7. Freshman year
  8. Sophmore Year
  9. Junior Year
  10. and they are currently in Senior Year

10 FRICKIN YEARS!!!! HIS PLAN WORKED!!!! It took 10 years for his crush to fall in love with him, and in the 10th year she finally realised it. (Forgive me if I got the school years wrong, we do it differently in Australia.)

I can’t. Omfg. Well done Stiles. Well done.

- 1runw1thwolves212

The difference between their facial expressions and body language, though. Dean still has that some cocky expression he always does because he knows they’ve been through worse shit and he just stares ahead, ignoring the counter-terrorism dude. He has that calculating look on his face like he’s either waiting to murder someone or maybe he’s thinking about his escape plan. Sammy, on the other hand, oh my heart. The poor thing is scared and he actually keeps his head bowed the whole time the counter-terrorism dude talks. And when the man starts talking about keeping him locked up, you just see how he’s probably reminded of the cage and that man’s words hit home for him. My heart just breaks when he flinches as the door closes. )’: 

(Thank you so much!!! I really really appreciate that awhh :) And now, here’s some NHL bfs nurseydex + “just…come back alive, okay?” for @the-amazing-frozen-densi-shipper !!!)

It’s kind of incredible. It’s kind of terrifying. Dex had been playing with Nursey for four years and now. Now, he looks around the locker room and it’s new and it’s different but it’s his and he still isn’t used to it. He hadn’t even, really, planned to sign until halfway through his junior year when Jack Zimmerman mentioned–in passing, but in that earnest, intense voice that made Dex realize he was serious–that he thought Dex had a chance at playing in the NHL. Initially, his plan was to graduate with a comp sci degree, enter the–extremely lucrative–field by fixing computers or something, and ultimately settle down, have kids, grow old, whatever.

“At the rate you’re improving,” Jack had said, gesturing with a gloved hand, spraying soap and water on Bitty, who was drying dishes next to him. “I think you could have a chance at signing. You’re definitely good enough now to start thinking about camps.” Dex had dropped his pen then, looking up from his notes and textbooks.

“What?” Jack turned to face him, eyebrows raised, slightly alarmed.

“Sorry, you weren’t planning on playing hockey after college, huh?” Dex knew his eyes were wide, face flushed.

“I uh. I hadn’t really thought about it?” He said honestly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t really think I was good enough.” Dex had always imagined Chowder trying to get into the NHL, really.

“Oh!” Jack had exclaimed and dove into the intricacies of choosing a team. Soon, there were scouts patrolling their games and, by the time he graduated a year and a half later, he had the keys to an apartment in D.C. and a Washington Capitals jersey emblazoned with the name “Poindexter”.

So now.

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Loki’s Costume Harem version!
You saw the helmet andd the boots already - so it’s a time to show the full attire now!

It was a very complicated project for me. Usually I know what I want to do from the start. This time it was very different. I just wanted to make Loki a nice harem skirt and a lot of matching golden jewelry with a green stones. I purchased some jewelry on Aliexpress and started my hunt on a proper style Indian sari. It took about 2 or more months until I saw that green sari with golden woven pattern.

So, the fabric arrived, and I started to design Loki’s clothes. Soon I understood that my plan for him doesn’t show off his beauty and regalness, sort of. I added a shirt. I made a skirt, but it still didn’t work somehow. I continued designing clothes, came up with a longer shirt, and THREE versions of the skirt were discarded!
Luckily, those discarded parts were incorporated to another costumes and are sold already.

I tried to find green fabric for his pants and failed miserably, because it was so hard to pick up a shade to the green of the sari. But the golden weaving was made on a burgundy base so I decided to make the pants out of a burgundy velvet.

I made those high heeled boots - you know that they’re for the flat feet, so I had to be innovative here. The boots also have a lacing that I won’t make for any of my customers because it takes a looool of time to put on.

And I made his helmet - never did anything like this before. It took me a lot of time to refine its shape.

The gothic throne wih a canopy is a final touch here.

Now my Loki needs a tall, blonde, handsome, muscular concubine…

Modern day Hamilton would pick up “fight me” and adopt it as his personal motto.
He’d say it so much his friends would get him pens and tumblers and hats and stuff with it embroidered and engraved on it.

But my lady pointed out that Jefferson would just as often say “bite me.”

And can you just imagine them in arguing in the office, or even the cabinet, and Jefferson

“You can’t actually expect anyone to support this bullshit plan, can you Hamilton?”

And Hamilton jumps out of his seat

“Fight me, Jefferson!”

And Jefferson barks out a laugh

“Bite me.”

My lady also pointed out that at home it would be a very different story.

Jefferson picking on Hamilton for something stupid, nothing hurtful, but still poking fun. And Hamilton would just sigh and grumble out “fight me”

But Jefferson would move in closer and suggest “bite me”

And Hamilton’s attitude would very quick change to “fuck me”

chapter 19.

 Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 2036

Warnings: SMUT OMG… (literally this is so sinful I’m trying so hard not to die atm. overstimulation is real in this jahfhdhfadsfh)

note: hi everyone! i filmed the video today and I promise you guys it’l be out this week. also, thanks for giving rich so much love! i plan for two more chapters, unless my emotional feelings run wild, then it’ll end. happy reading and please… drink holy water after this haha -admin

Jaebum stood up from his place and gave me a smug look. He was already planning different things in his head, as he turned his back on me and walked towards his closet. I remained still, breathless from his previous actions as I watched him grab two of his fancy black ties from his closet and closed the door. His hands fiddled with the family ring he always wore in honor of his family business. Walking back to me, he stood on the side of the bed as he grabbed one of my wrists raised it above my head, and tied it to the headboard of the bed with his black tie. Doing the same with the other hand, he crawled back in between me, his eyes scanning my body.

“You don’t need this,” Jaebum smirked, skillfully unhooking my bra and tossing it across the room, “And you definitely don’t need this.”

I gasped as Jaebum gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs, throwing the soft material across the room. The wisp of cold air hit my soaking wet heat as I watched Jaebum opened one of the drawers from his nightstand to take out something I didn’t expect to see.

“Holy shit.” I quietly cursed under my breath. “Please tell me you haven’t used that on another girl.”

“Oh.” Jaebum looked at me, widening his playful eyes. “Who said you could speak?”

I pursed my lips, giving him the most dirtiest look as Jaebum walked over to me with a small vibrator in hand. Crawling in between my legs, he turned on the little machine and placed it on my dripping core on the lowest speed ever. I gasped as I pulled against the restraint when Jaebum played with the speed of the vibrator, making me lose my mind.

“No worries, baby girl.” Jaebum slyly smirked. “I haven’t used this on anyone except you.”

With those words, Jaebum increased the speed of the vibrator on my clit as he slipped three fingers inside my wet hole. I moaned out loud I felt Jaebum’s finger at a rapid pace, not giving me anytime to adjust to his speed. With the vibrator at its full extent, I pulled against the restraints and arched my back in full bliss. As soon as I started to build up my high, the vibrator went completely off and Jaebum’s fingers pulled out as my back fell back on the bed, my chest heaving and teeth gritted in frustration.

“Fuck.” I breathed out, trying to recover from the harsh denial. Jaebum raised one of my legs and gave my left ass cheek a hard smack, causing me to lurch forward and whine in pain and pleasure.

“No talking, otherwise I won’t let you cum.” Jaebum warned me as he placed the vibrator ontop my soaked core and inserted this three fingers again, repeating his actions. I moaned as I felt the vibrator and his fingers speed up, pushing me closer to my peak, only to be completely stopped once I was about to reach my release. My essence were dripping from my core, drenching Jaebum’s long slender fingers. My body started to glisten with sweat as my face was red and flushed. Jaebum continued to repeat his actions multiple times, denying my orgasam, and I never wanted him more than this moment.

“Next time you fucking leave me, at least tell me.” Jaebum growled, pressing the vibrator on my core again. My bounded hands pulled on the restraints as I arched my back from the pleasure. “Otherwise we’ll have to repeat the same steps again once you come back. And I can’t wait for another two fucking years again.”

“I’m s-sorry.” I gasped but then received another smack on the ass.

“No talking, baby girl. I don’t want to hear your apologies anymore.”  He shook his head as I pouted at him, attempting to make his heart soften just to stop this punishment.  In return, Jaebum gave me a  sly smirk before pulling the vibrator out of my soaked core.  I whined at the loss of contact, however, I gasped quite loudly as I felt Jaebum’s tongue inside my pussy, as he pried my legs wider.

I tried to hold in my screams as I felt his tongue go deeper and deeper. I pulled against the black ties as tight as I can when Jaebum started to circle my clit using his ring on his finger.  With his tongue fucking me hard along with the harsh movements of his ring against my clit, my mind started to get fuzzy since I’ve never felt so aroused than ever before. My moans were harder to keep silent as I started to buck my hips against his tongue. I let out a gasp as Jaebum replaced his mouth with his fingers moving at a rapid pace, not giving me time to adjust as he continued rub his ring against my clit in sync. Finally letting out a loud moan, his ring circled my clit faster as my back was permanently arched against the bed, the restraints pulling on my arms, as I gave in to my harsh peak. My cum squirted out of my pussy as Jaebum removed his fingers and ring against my clit and hole as my body shook from the intensity of the mind-blowing orgasm.

“Second time is always the charm, baby girl.”  Jaebum smirked as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of over sensitive pussy, not giving me time to recover from my previous orgasm. He jerked his hand at a brutal pace that made my body squirm under him. Jaebum’s fingers curled, hitting my sweet spot as he spread my legs further apart, my pussy swallowing his fingers. The squelching sound of his digits going in and out heightened my peak, and it didn’t take long until I was pulling on the restraint, hard enough to make my knuckles go white, and arched my back from the bed when another orgasm hit me hard.  

“Come on, baby girl. One more.”  Jaebum growled as he continued his ruthless pace. I was jerking off the bed as Jaebum’s fingers curled deeper inside of me. My loud screams filled the room, giving up on the silent rule Jaebum tried to apply. I wasn’t sure long I was going to last when another wave of pleasure came crashing down on me as my essence drenched the bed sheets below me. My tears threatening to fall from my eyes because of Jaebum’s vicious fingering.

My back hitting the bed hard when Jaebum finally pulled his fingers out of me. My body was convulsing because of the aftermath as I tried to catch my breath. Jaebum hopped of the bed and walked over beside me as he wiped the beads of sweat that ran down my face. My face completely red and flushed from the overstimulation.

“I had to wait two fucking years to hear your moans again. Drives me crazy everytime, baby girl. You’re being such a good girl, taking in all of my punishments.”  He cooed as he began undressing himself very slowly. I stared at him and bit my lips as I took a glance of Jaebum’s well-toned chest and abs, not to mention his muscular arms as well.

“Jaebum please.”  I begged as Jaebum’s eyes turned to look at me as he put on his signature smirk. Covering his cock with the latex sheet, Jaebum hovered above me and placed both of his hands on either side of your head.

“The words I finally got to hear. Good girl.” He smirked as he inserted the head of his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I was unable to respond back as he began fucking me hard. Pulling back out and slamming into me with force, I arched my back against his body as he continued his rough pace. He held onto my hips, digging his fingers against my skin as he continued to slam into me.

“You fucking tight, baby girl. Holy shit, (Y/N)!” He groaned as I clenched against his cock, causing him to piston in and out faster and harder. Once again, Jaebum found my sweet spot and the familiar feeling in my stomach started to build up again as Jaebum never stopped the fast rhythm of his hips. His hands were now settled on my neck as he squeezed on it loosely, as we stared at each other’s eyes.

“You feel fucking so good, princess,” Jaebum growled, leaning in to give me a kiss on the forehead as I tightened around his cock, “You feel so good around my cock. Are you going to come for me again?”

I nodded my head and mewled under his touch as I arched my back as much as I possible can even through the restraints pulled me back. Jaebum let go of my neck and used his free hand to wrap his arm around my waist and hold me against his chest to get a better angle as my intense orgasm washed over me. He felt himself getting close but he wanted to push me over the edge once more, watching my contorted face scream in pleasure.

“You can take another, baby girl. Come on, babe,” Jaebum encouraged against my neck as my walls were becoming tighter around Jaebum’s cock, leading him closer to his own peak. I clenched around his cock as I came again, my screams getting higher and louder in pitch and Jaebum’s grunts got louder against my ear.  His semen filled up the condom as he continued to thrust into me, riding out both of our highs. I let out another loud moan as my body fell from the intense orgasm. Jaebum lifted his head to look at my wrecked state as his eyes scanned my body. He immediately pulled out and disposed the condom in the trash before untying his suit ties on my wrists. My arms fell limp against the bed as I pressed my legs together, still quivering because of the last orgasm that I had. Jaebum laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around my sweaty body, pulling me closer to him as he kissed my head.

“You okay, babe? Did I hurt you at all?” Jaebum asked as he murmured against my neck, resting his head on my shoulders.

I turned to look at him, brushing his hair to the side so I could see his face and smiled, “I’m okay, Jae. You would never hurt me anyways. Although I probably can’t step out of bed tomorrow because I cannot feel my legs.”

“That’s what you get for leaving me.” Jaebum chuckled, his hand resting on my cheeks as he stared at my face in a loving way.

“Is that true, though?” I quietly asked him, while scanning his handsome features.

“What’s true?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows as his hands made their way down my neck, brushing slightly over the hickey he gave me.

“You know,” I shyly smiled at him, “That whole love and shit.”

“Of course.” Jaebum said, as he leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the mouth. “I loved you since the day I first laid my eyes on you.”

“But I was taken back then.” I teased him, pulling the covers up so that it covered my exposed shoulders.

“That fucking bastard.” Jaebum shook his head. “Can’t believe he even dated my baby girl.”

I pushed Jaebum down on bed as I propped up on top of him, leaning down and gave him a hot kiss. My hands ran through his locks as our mouths moved together in sync. Jaebum hummed against my lips, running his tongue on the bottom of my lip to gain access. I gasped as I grabbed his face, pushing down on him to get him closer to me. I wanted this feeling to last forever. The sound of my beating heart running fast whenever Jaebum was near me.

I pulled away and looked at his grinning face, “I’m all yours and no one else.”

“You promise?” Jaebum widely smiled, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I promise.”


anonymous asked:

Fickyfuck kid here. That's my best sentence I've ever written in my life and I used to write stories. (Writers block is a bitch and I have no where to write so it's just like I give my life to learning Russian... HOLD UP IDEA MAN y'all could do a reaction of the RFA to MC that just starts randomly talking in Russian not even realizing it. Holy fuck I wasn't planning this to happen, y'all don't need to write it (I totally get if you don't want to)) ~Your local fickyfuck

A/N: fickyfuck is still on my list of all time favourite sayings iloveyou  AAAAAAAAA I ONLY KNOW A FEW DIFFERENT (and very…very random) PHRASES IN RUSSIAN SO I HOPE I SPELT THEM RIGHT AND YA KNOW DIDN’T SAY SOMETHING REALLY RUDE OR WEIRD WITHOUT KNOWING IT (tho let’s be honest here, this is ME we’re talking about….) ^^;;;;; ~Admin 404



           -He came home early from class one day and found you playing video games!

           -Though, he wasn’t sure what game because???? He kept hearing another language?

           -Wait that…sounds like your voice

           -Maybe you’re speaking along to the game? Some made up language?

           -He walked into the room behind you and looked at the screen but there weren’t any characters talking

           -You were just running around, fighting whatever monsters popped up, but he still heard this muttering? Where in the world could this be coming from???

           -“Возьми это! Ты тупой монстр … Я истинный рыцарь этого мира … Ешь мой меч !!”

           -“Um.. MC? What was that?”

           -HE SCARED THE HELL OUT OF YOU!!! -which, incidentally, scared him too- and you had to have him explain what he was hearing. Maybe he was just hearing things??

           -After describing what he heard you realized that you were mumbling in Russian, and had to explain to him that you were the one talking. You were just trash talking the monsters in the game! He was really impressed that you knew Russian, and can’t believe he never knew!!! Completely amazed every time you switch to it, no matter how often he’s heard it


           -It was after a performance from his, and you were star struck!!

           -It was the best show you’ve seen in your life!

           -His singing!!!! It’s amazing at home but seeing it oN STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOLE DIFFERENT THING!!

           -You ran up to him once he was off stage and your mind was running so fast that you didn’t even realize you switched to Russian when congratulating him

           -“Это было удивительно! Так хорошо! Я так горжусь тобой!”

           -He was happy to see you! You look so cute when you’re that excited!

           -Though he had NO idea what you were saying, he kind of went along with it

           -Full of smiles, nods, and “Yeah!”

           -Until you finally realized he had no idea what you were saying and said the whole thing again so he could understand you

           -He loves when you switch to Russian because that means you’re really excited!!! And really excited MC is a really cute MC!! Also really appreciates that you’ll say everything again just so he can understand what you’re so excited about! literally sprints to the other room when he hears any sort of russian because??? what if he misses his MC looking cute


           -When working for Jumin, one must know a few different languages

           -Well, at least have some sort of understanding of them

           -So when you switched to Russian while telling her what kind of coffee you wanted, it took her a little bit to realize you had switched

           -The only reason she knew you switched is because you started to say some uncommon words that she didn’t understand

           -She knows the basics such as “hello”, “how are you”, you know, smaller phrases!

           -Not…whatever you had told her

           -“Я хочу, чтобы этот кофе … это своего рода вкус … поджаренный зефир!”

           -“I’m… I’m sorry, MC, what is it that you want?”

           -???? OH SORRY BAEHEE

           -It was really no problem for her, but seeing how embarrassed you tended to get when you switch languages made her wish you did it more often!! She thinks its adorable! Also, secretly studies more Russian to understand you!


           -He’s done business with other people who speak Russian as well

           -So, of course, he’s taught himself Russian!

           - among other languages as well

           -What he didn’t know, though, is that you know Russian as well??

           -When he came home one day to hear someone speaking Russian, he was extremely confused

           - who the fuck got past my guards

           -Until he recognized your lovely voice! What made him smile was the fact that you were complimenting Elizabeth, and showing her your love

           -“Вы очаровательны! Так мило! Я люблю тебя!”

           -So, of course, he walks into the room and compliments her in Russian as well! It may have startled you a little bit, but you quickly got over it!

           -He usually has to point out when you’re speaking Russian to others, and enjoys seeing how flustered you get when you apologize. When the two of you are at home, however, he doesn’t mind if you accidently switch to Russian because??? He understands it, why would it be a bother? He just responds normally to whatever you say!


           -He had to learn a BUNCH of different languages when he was an agent!

           -So…. of course he knows Russian!

           -But the real question here is….

           -When did YOU learn Russian??

           -He didn’t see anywhere on your record that you spoke Russian!!!!

           -So when you randomly switched to Russian while mid-conversation with him, he didn’t even blink an eye

           -“Есть что-нибудь вы хотите на обед, кроме чипсов?”

           -When you asked him if he wanted anything for lunch besides chips, he responded right back in Russian!

           -It doesn’t faze him at all! Never hesitates to respond back to you, and doesn’t care if you do it in public, in fact, he makes a game out of it. “How many people can we confuse?: Park edition”

           -Sucks for the people around you who can’t speak Russian! ESPECIALLY if you do it in the group chat! Refuses to translate for everyone else! Also loves messing with everyone by telling you inappropriate things in Russian in front of everyone else but refuses if Jumin’s there because he knows he can speak it as well


           -It actually really surprised him!!

           -He’s picked up a few phrases here and there from travelling, but WOW

           -You knew the whole language!!!

           -He asked you to describe what you felt when you looked at a photograph he just took

           -But did not expect you to respond back in RUSSIAN??

           -“Это заставляет меня чувствовать себя сухо и комфортно!”

           -“I’m…I’m sorry sweetheart, what was that? I only know a few basic words in Russian…”


           -IMMEDIATELY TAKES A PICTURE. Also vows to take a picture of you each time you realize you’re speaking in Russian. He wants to make a whole photo album about it!!

           -Honestly loves when you’re speaking Russian!! He’s starting to actually pick up on a few words here and there because of you! Believes if he listens to you mumble to yourself enough, he’ll learn the whole language too!


           -What the hell did you just say to me

           -Honestly has no idea what you’re saying

           -Isn’t even sure what language it was??? MC??? Explain??

           -He was just innocently sitting on the couch, watching some TV when you walked behind him and spouted off what he thought was nonsense

           -“Эй, что новое шоу вы хотите смотреть приходит на несколько минут.”

           -“What the fuck does that meAN”

           -Took you longer than you wanted to admit to realize you told him in Russian

           -After you translated for him, he pouts

           -He’ll go out later that day and buy a ton of books to learn Russian



“Whether it was meant to last or not made no difference though, I still believe even now that Satomi came into my life for a reason.

She was the only person in my life at the time who wanted me to be happy, the only one who wanted more than the plans my parents had for me. She wanted me to be happy, to follow my dreams, and to decide for myself what I wanted out of life. Satomi taught me that it was ok not to want to follow in my parent’s footsteps, that it was ok to want to be happy and not just settle for making my family happy.

My parents weren’t very happy about me dating Satomi. Sure she came from a wealthy, well-known family, but she was changing the way I thought and acted and they weren’t ok with that because it didn’t fit their plan. But naturally, the more they protested, the more I wanted to be with Satomi.

I know what you’re thinking, that she lead me astray or brainwashed me or something like that but that’s not the case at all. She wasn’t a ‘bad influence’, she wasn’t an influence at all; more of a … a guide I suppose. She showed me something I’d always known but was too scared to explore on my own; that there were other ways to do things besides what my parents had planned for me.

But as I said, it was never going to last. Ultimately we were too different. I wanted to be like her, I wanted to do what made me happy, I wanted to not care what people thought, but it was too hard to do all at once and we both knew she would be going to college on the other side of the country once we graduated anyway. She did ask me once to join her but …  Part of me still wanted to please my parents. It’s difficult to change a lifetime of thinking in two short years.

In the end, while I did love her, when we graduated we said our goodbyes and Satomi left. She actually went overseas to study art and I stayed in Windenburg and studied writing. My parents weren’t too happy about that but it’s what I wanted to do and as long as I agreed to eventually work for my father they indulged my ‘little fantasies’. Satomi and I kept in touch, stayed friends, and we both moved on with our lives.

It should have all ended there, and it might have had my mother not gotten involved.”

A Rucas Christmas

Prompt: Riley & Lucas’ first Christmas together
A/N: In light of recent events I wanted to write some super cute fluff to cheer myself up. And because nothing cheers me up more than Christmas time I thought it was an appropriate theme. (My first Christmas Rucas fic!!)
Word Count: 1,734

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This year will be mine and Riley’s first official Christmas together. Even though we were dating last year, my parents decided to bring me along with them to Texas for the holidays so I wasn’t actually able to spend Christmas with her. We had to exchange gifts a week before. Don’t get me wrong it was still fun but it wasn’t as special. This year will be different though. I plan to make up for last years and set the bar high for Christmases to come.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews were kind enough to allow me to set up an advent calendar on their living room wall. Basically, there was 24 gifts for the 24 days leading up to Christmas. I strung up a string of lights and attached to it were 24 cards and inside each card was a clue as to where the present was hiding in their apartment.

They weren’t anything too big or expensive. I saved up most of my money from working in Mrs. Matthews’s café after school hours. They were small cute things I knew Riley would love or just things I knew she needed. I saved the biggest gift, obviously, for actual Christmas day.

On December first I hurried over to Riley’s after my shift at Topanga’s was over. I made her promise me to not open the first advent clue until I got there. We were both pretty excited. So much so that our friends wouldn’t stop making fun of us. I didn’t care though, this was my first Christmas with her and I wasn’t going to let anybody try and ruin that.

I run up the fire escape and crawl through her opened window. I spot her sitting on her bed waiting anxiously for me to arrive. I can’t help but smile ear to ear when I see the look on her face when she sees me.

“YAY!” She yells. “You’re here.” She runs over and wraps her arms around me, pulling the rest of my body through the window.

“Someone’s excited.” I tease knowing very well I was just as happy.

“Is it obvious?” She scrunches up her nose in embarrassment which just makes her look even more adorable.

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Attention Clique! 

We’ve all seen Tyler’s “new lyrics” for Stressed Out:

I wish I wrote a different song no one’s ever heard
I wish my mom would just admit she’s sick of every word
Overplayed, overstayed, it was a smash hit,
funny how overplayed songs sound like crap
I was told our true fans don’t like this song,
but I hope they sing along,
but I hope they sing along

I want to show Tyler and Josh that we love the song, that we’re ecstatic for their success, and that we’re still in this with them!

The plan is to hold these signs up during Stressed Out, or you can make your own sign with the slogan, too! 

You can download the sign here! Print it out, share them with your friends! Even if you’re not able to make it to a show, please spread the word - we want this to reach the boys as much as possible. 

We’d like to have Clique members at each show to hand out signs, explain the Project, and to help us make sure this succeeds! Please message me here with your date if you want to be a leader for that date! 

Here you can submit pictures, stories, or anything else from the project!

Good luck, and stay alive, frens! |-/

anonymous asked:

What's your dream project?

I have two musical concepts and two graphic novel concepts that I plan on finishing. One of the musicals has a lot of work done, but there’s still a lot of work left to do.

If you look up #artists on tumblr on my page then you will be able to find three previews for two different songs from my musical, but it will be a long time before the musical is finished.