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our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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—  Armaan



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Your existence matters. 


You being here makes the world a better place. 


You deserve good things.


You’ll be okay.


I love you very much.




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In moments of Silence (Jacob Black x Reader)

———————— Fandom: Twilight ———————— Warnings: almost gets into smut, mainly just kissing ———————— Summary: You are spending some quality too me with your boyfriend Jacob, when new events change your plans. ———————— Author’s note: First off! Paragraphing is off right now because my phone is stupid af, but it will be fixed tomorrow evening! hope you enjoy! It would be great for you all to check out my previous posts. Especially my new Jasper fanfic and my call for help with a masterlist. Thank you all! ————————

Life with the Cullen’s hadn’t always been the easiest, but due to recent events things seemed to be more difficult than ever.

You sat upright on the couch in the bright open area of the Cullen household, with a copy of your favorite book placed in your hands. Your family had all left for a small hunting trip that morning, but you had decided to stay behind on this one.

 It was supposed to rain today anyways, and you didn’t feel like getting into that today. As a result of your families absence you had the place to yourself in complete silence.

You nearly dropped your book to the ground, but your agile body remained in tact as you heard a loud knock at the door. You had walked over to see who might be there. In a half crouch position you peered through the curtains, only to see a a tall, tan, muscular body, dripping wet from the rain that had just began. A figure you could only assume to be the astounding, yet hated, Jacob Black. The same one that you had been able to call your “secret boyfriend” for nearly 3 months,

You opened the door and let him in. “Jacob, what are you doing here. You know our families don’t get along. Why would you think for a second that it would be safe to come here.”

  “Billy wanted me to stop by. He didn’t say much, he just wanted to know if Carlisle was out. I volunteered to come over, knowing that it would at least give me a chance to see you.” His arm moved behind your body, placing hand on your back and pulling you closer to him so that he could place a long, passionate kiss upon your lips.

  “Well you couldn’t have chosen a better time. As you can tell, my family isn’t home right now.”

  “I noticed. Where are they exactly? And how long do I have before I need to head back out?”

  “They left about an hour ago for a hunting trip. I doubt they will be back for a few more.”

 He smiled at your response, giving you another one of his most loving kisses. You kissed back as you placed your hand in his chest, which uncommonly was clothed much to your dismay. You scoffed as you realized that he was still soaked from being outside. “We need to get you dried off.”

“That would be nice.”

You walked him up to the second story of your home, and first into the bathroom where you could grab a towel.

  “Take off your clothes.” You demanded.

He coughed, shocked from your previous statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Did we not just say we were going to get your dried off? If you hadn’t noticed that won’t work very well, with wet clothes on.”

“Oh, right.” He almost stuttered out. He went to undo each of the buttons on his shirt. You watched him intently as he did so. Only in the third button you decided to pitch in.

 “Let me help you out with that.” He smiled, his eyes growing wider with each button you touched. You let your fingertips gently trace his muscular torso as you worked your way up. Once the top button was undone he slid off the shirt and you looked into his eyes. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. You turned away, but he pulled you back for another.

 You decided to not pull away from this one. Instead of you moving, he stood up from his seat and pulled you closer to his body. His unclothed chest against your body. You hands roamed over his abs and up to his perfectly carved jawline. The kiss intensified with every second.

Only moments later his tongue had passed through your lips as it began to explore inside of your mouth. Jacobs hands ran down your back, sending a chill up your spine, they landed on your hips as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walked you over to your bedroom. He made his way over to your bed, which wasn’t commonly used, but you sure were happy that you had for this situation.

He laid you down against a few pillows as he hovered above your body. His hands moved down your stomach and he found the hem of your shirt. He played with it between his fingers to tease you until he finally pulled it over your head. With that being that singular moment that broke your lustful kissing he took the time to speak.

 “I didn’t seem quite fair that I was the only one without clothes on, now did it?”

  “I don’t know, I enjoyed it quite a lot.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, well I’m sure that you did.”

  His hands hand now made their way to your jeans. He unzipped them and slid them off of your body.

 He worked his way back up and looked deep into your eyes. “Are you sure that you want this, (y/n)? I would never push you into something…”

You hushed him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I have never wanted anything more, not with anyone, only you Jacob.”

He continued to kiss you passionately after your remark. His mouth finding its way to your neck. He sucked hard on whatever spots he found to please you the most. His hands were roaming all of your body, as did yours to his, as he snaked them under your back to find the clasp of your bra.

  Nothing could have ruined this moment for you, except. “(Y/n)!” Your name was yelled in a deep voice from your doorway.

“Carlisle! Is that Jacob?” The two new voices in the room clearly belonged to your parents.

You rolled off the bed and into the floor. You got redressed as quickly as possible with your vampire speed.

Jacob stood up quickly.

  “What are you all doing home so early!” You asked. You had never seen Carlisle so infuriated before. You had never seen such a look on your mother’s face. A look that was a combination of anger, shock, and utter disappointment. Things that definitely did not mix well.

Carlisle had gotten from the doorway to the opposite wall of your room with Jacob pinned under his arm.

“Mr. Cullen! Please. Just give me a…”

  Carlisle cut him off. “You do not deserve anything. You are lucky that you aren’t already dead. That is my daughter in which…” Carlisle stopped his own sentence that time with a look of disgust on his face as he thought about the scenario his daughter was just taking part in.

You had ran over to try to stop him, but Esme had gotten to you too fast. She held you back, but you managed I yell out,“ Carlisle! Listen to me please! Everyone just calm down.”

Even during your words Carlisle had punched Jacob. The result of Carlisles strength and Jacob strong physique left a hole in your wall. You screamed at the contact.

Jacob fell down to the floor as Carlisle released his hold. Esme tried to hold you back, but to look of Jacob gave you the strongest desire to free her arms. You ran and dropped to his side. You ran your hands through his hair and examined his face. Thankfully, the collision of Carlisle’s fist and his face only give him a broken nose.

You stood up and angrily said,“ You know it isn’t very often that the doctor is the one causing the injuries.”

Esme followed back before Carlisle could speak. “Young lady, you should not talk like that to us!”

  “Young lady? Mother! I’m technically 79!”

  “I don’t care how old you are. You are our daughter. Not biologically, but every since you were turned we have taken you under our wing. Your our little girl! You are a Cullen! He is a Black! You are fraternizing with the enemy!” Carlisle spoke next.

“Jacob is not a bad guy! He isn’t like the others.” You fought back.

Jacob stood up from his position on the floor. “With all due respect sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter. I love her. I know you all don’t approve just yet, but I would love to talk things through. Anything I can do to gain your trust is worth it.” You kissed him.

Carlisle groaned. Esme spoke trying to release the tension. “Innocent until proven guilty. We have just the time as well. To answer your previous question (y/n), we had just come home to tell you that we were planning a baseball game for this afternoon. Jacob is welcome to join.”

  You smiled. You ran to hug your mother. “Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated.

  Esme spoke again. “If he survives tonight then he deserves everything. I doubt he will make it past the girls, just wait until he gets to the boys.”

  Carlisle laughed. “Mischievous darling. God, I love the way you think.” The couple shared a kiss then exited the room.

You held your head and turned to Jacob. “Up for a game of ball?” You asked with a smile.

You handed him his clothes. “I would be delighted, if I thought the baseball would be hit with the bat more than I would.”

You laughed. “Don’t worry. We can talk to them. They just have to give you a chance.”

He kissed you. “Your optimism could outshine the rain, but I’m afraid it can’t hold back the entire storm.”

You smiled. What a way he had with words. You would definitely be needing more where that came from later that evening.

Originally posted by ladystonheart

Oral Show(Hoseok Smut)

So basically I continued the Taegi smut I did because it was fitting. And I was going to do more, but I don’t have enough oral one shots so why not. Enjoy!

“You’re all horrible. All of you are terrible just terrible.” You complained walking around your house. Your seven friends looked at you, as if you had just lost your mind with how you talked to them.

“Someone is a cranky pest.” Yoongi muttered, not standing to look at you or Hoseok knowing what he did now.

“Someone’s a big ass baby. Sugar baby.” You snapped back at him. Hoseok chuckled reaching out a hand to stroke at your skin, to the others it seemed like soft affection nothing else, you knew it was a warning.  You looked down at him, knowing better but still you shrugged away from his touch.

“Ever since you guys came to see her last week you’ve all bee moody.” Namjoon grumbled stealing a bag of chips from the top of your fridge plopping down on the table.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You muttered sticking your head in the air, placing a pot on the stove so that you could cook for the group of boys that came over. Seokjin and Taehyung were playing games in the front room, leaving Jungkook and Jimin on their phones in your kitchen watching something. Namjoon, Hoseok and Suga were by you why you were cooking indulging in conversation well more or less Hoseok and Namjoon were watching you and Yoongi bicker.

“You never do.” He said dramatically. You glared at Yoongi slamming down the pot.

“Listen here you little piece of ungrateful-“

“UNGRATEFUL?! UNGRATEFUL?!” Yoongi yelled back at you causing others to stare at you. Seokjin and Taehyung pausing the game. Taehyung sighed moving to come into the kitchen as he watched you and Yoongi. So, what if you said that you loved Hoseok head more than theirs? It didn’t mean that you hated theirs. You did say that they were both good so that made him feel a bit happy of everything that was done. He was proud of himself, but Yoongi felt like it was a blow and he couldn’t understand what Hoseok did so great that he didn’t do. His ego was a little hurt, he knew he had skills but what could Hoseok possibly do that was better than him?

“Just wave it off.” Hoseok mumbled looking at you.

Of course, you didn’t listen to Hoseok’s warnings or even let them bother you too much. You just kept bickering with Yoongi and soon it was pulling the rest of the members in who tried to calm the both of you down so that there was some kind of peace between you both. Eventually your bad mood transferred onto the other members and the kitchen became chaotic. Hoseok just watched the scene unfold in front of him. How everyone seemed to be on edge with each other. He crossed his arms across his chest, his leg shaking slightly as he eyed you. Eventually you were throwing the pan down with their cooked food, walking off towards your room. Namjoon ruffled his reddened locks looking around the table.

“What did you do to her?” He asked Yoongi, he rolled his head as Yoongi squinted his eyes becoming defensive.

“I didn’t do anything.” He said softly, rolling his eyes. Hoseok looked around taking the scene in before he stood up slowly straightening out his clothes.

“Where are you going?” Seokjin asked softly as Hoseok gave a soft smirk.

“I’m going to go calm her down. You all want it to be peaceful, right? Just let me handle it.” Hoseok grinned cheekily as he walked down the hallway towards your room. Yoongi wasn’t as dense as Hoseok wanted him to be, his eyebrow lifted as Hoseok strolled towards your room. When the others settled back down into their different hobbies he elbowed Taehyung nodding towards your room. Taehyung looked around for Hoseok before he shook his head smirking he followed Yoongi’s lead towards your room.

“That was quite the performance.” Hoseok said softly leaning against your door frame. He watched you fold up your clothes and start to put your clothes into your dresser.

“Go away Hoseok.” You sighed softly, shutting your drawers.

“Are you telling me. To go away?” Hoseok asked with a scoff walking towards you who were caught off guard, you wanted to take it back but you didn’t. Looking up at him, your eyes traveled over his handsome face, his strong jaw structure and tan skin. Hoseok backed you up into the wall slamming his hands by either side of your head making you jump slightly.

“I’ve let you have your fun.” He admitted, his eyes searching your face. “I told you to wave it off and you didn’t.”

“Yeah but- “You tried to cut in but Hoseok just gave you a look, and you knew from that look that you would be better off just listening to him. Your lower regions were starting to throb, it was incredible what he did to you.

“I told you to wave it off. Let’s not forget that you let both Yoongi and Taehyung taste you. I thought I made it clear you were to ask me first if you let other people play with you? And you know better than to act like that when you are feeling needy y/n” Hoseok asked softly, pressing against you, your legs slide open instinctively and he chuckled.

“Okay but we aren’t dating.. So I didn’t think it would be such a crime to let them do what you do.” You whispered softly.

“You want them all to fuck you then?” Hoseok looked taken back sliding from his position to peer down at you. “You want all of them to do what I do? Climb on my face and fuck it. You want them to push you down in the mattress face down and fuck you from behind. You want all of them to take turns fucking you in the late hours while their roommate is fast asleep? Or what maybe you want Taehyung to let you ride his dick while Jimin is sleep? Do what I did and force you to look at Namjoon’s sleeping face that’s in our direction hoping that we get caught. That’s what you want? To be our little slut?” Hoseok asked you, he was teasing and testing you trying to provoke you and it was working. Of course, he was truly jealous he had been the one that got you, only he should be able to keep treating your body like that and not share.

“N-no. I even told them you were my favorite Hoseok don’t be like that.” You moved to grab at the hems of his shirt kissing on his jaw slightly. Hoseok was stoic, not moving as you kissed on him. Willing himself to not just pin you down and take you. “Please daddy. Don’t be mad at princess. You know I love riding your face the most.” You peppered kisses along his jaw and around his lips. Biting on his bottom one you sucked lightly watching as he eyed you.

“Do you want daddy’s tongue now you needy princess?” He asked after some time pulling back so that he could grab your hand and tug you towards the bed as you nodded. Hoseok cupped your cheeks leaning down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss taking you slowly. His hands cupping your breast rubbing you through your bra before his hands trailed lower down your sides and around your back to grab at your plump ass cheeks. Hoseok pulled you to him, your hands pressed against his biceps as the kiss turned into anything but sweet, his mouth molding against yours, his tongue sliding inside of your mouth to suck on your pink muscle. One of his hands moved between your legs from behind, his fingers pressing against your pussy through your jeans. Your back arched, a soft moan leaving your lips and he sucked it up enjoying how your body crumpled to his touches. Hoseok pulled back looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“You know you should stop playing around and taste her for us.” Yoongi said barging through the open door. Your whole body froze up, letting out a curse you tried to move from Hoseok. He didn’t care too much, his ears tinted red, but he kept you in place rubbing harder against your clit as he watched them.

“Why?” Hoseok asked letting his fingers slow down their ministrations. “You needy Yoongi?” He teased earning a whine from you as you struggled in his hold, battling between rutting your hips against his hand and pulling back.

“Well she says you have the best tongue. I want to see why. You can’t be greedy and keep her to yourself Hoseok unless you are going to date her.” Yoongi reasoned Taehyung didn’t say much but he nodded in agreement siding with Yoongi. Hoseok looked at them for a long time, a multitude of mixed emotions battling him before he nodded.

“While I usually would argue with this. It was a bit rude for y/n to say such things as you made her cum twice. I do think that I should punish her in some sort but since I can’t do that with a house full of guys this will have to do.” Hoseok let his fingers stop moving the wet spot between your legs was embarrassing. Hoseok backed up sitting on your bed beckoning the other two inside of the room. Yoongi leaned against the wall while Taehyung slid to the floor. Yoongi reached out his hand to shut the door but Hoseok shook his head. “Keep it open, if they hear her then it’s her fault and she gets to explain to everyone what we have been doing to her.” Hoseok smirked at you, and you could feel anger boiling.

“I’m not-“

“You’re not?” Hoseok asked cutting you off. He looked at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. “Be careful y/n.” He warned. The last time you ever told Hoseok no against his wishes, he went months without touching you, causing you to beg him to forgive you and to touch you again.

Sighing you gripped at your jeans undoing the button on them, stepping out of them and your panties you threw them to the side almost acting like a bratty child. Hoseok was amused but he wasn’t the only one, his eyes glued to your body, watching as you walked towards him. Yoongi couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty, your plump ass cheeks, looking down below just imagining how you tasted. He felt his cock twitching and one look at Taehyung confirmed that he was thinking the same thing.

Hoseok laid backwards on the bed, pulling you on to his body, and pushing you up until you were straddling his neck. Hoseok breathed softly against your lips, his tongue coming out to slightly lick against your pussy lips. Your breath hitched as you watched him from below, your body was burning but you were so turned on you didn’t give a damn if Yoongi and Tae watched. They could join and you would still be fine with it. Hoseok let his tongue wiggle lightly against your clit teasing you as he tapped the tip of his tongue against your swollen bud. He hummed softly, using two fingers to open you up, letting his tongue slide up and down your pink slit, sucking on it licking on your insides. Your head rolled backwards, you bit on your bottom lip trying to not moan out loud for the sake of everyone in the room. Hoseok let his tongue move to press against your entrance playfully sliding only the tip of his tongue in and out teasing you.

Yoongi watching this didn’t understand how something so simple could make you love it. But after watching how Hoseok teased you as if he was going to push it in, he realized that was what you wanted. To be teased and push to the point of neediness. Your hands gripped harshly onto Hoseok’s silk locks. Your hips were still but your rigid body showed that you were becoming needy, on the brink of cumming just by him giving a few thrusts and suck to your clit. Taehyung sat there watching with his mouth open, hands pressing against his member that was trying to get hard from seeing you almost sob in a whisper and beg Hoseok to taste you.

Hoseok slide his tongue in slowly, moving his hands to rest on your hips. Hoseok pushed you down flush against his face causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips. He picked up his pace quickly slurping and sucking on your insides, fast and relentless tongue flicking motions that caused him to press against your g-spot. He went from teasing you to showing no mercy, moving your hips against his face as he ate you out. You pulled tighter onto his locks, rolling your hips and pressing his head even closer into your pussy. Hoseok moaned softly nuzzling his face against your pussy the juices sliding out onto his chin and down his neck but he didn’t care. Not once did he stop, his head staying attached to your pussy. One of his arms moved back, pressing against your clit, tapping it and pinching on the pink nub. He felt you tense up around his tongue, he could see how your stomach tightened up how your face was contorting in pleasure with your lust blown eyes. He loved it all, your rigid thighs tightening around his head. The sounds of your wet pussy being sucked echoed through the room.

You took one look at Yoongi and Taehyung, remembering that day they both ate you out, the look in their eyes and how good their tongues felt as well. Your body was on fire, pussy tingling from your spot being pressed against so much. Looking back down at Hoseok you tried to ask him without saying anything, seeing a harsh jerk of his head up and down your hands pressed against your headboard. Hoseok let your hips go moving his tongue curling it in all the right places as you rode his face completely taking over him and he submitted to you. Not pushing you to move faster or slower then you wanted. And that’s what truly got you off with Hoseok, he aimed to please you and let you be in control just like he was. In no time, you were circling your hips on his face moving as fast as you could until your cum was sliding out onto his lips and tongue. He was greedy in cleaning up your cum, sucking harder on you as if he was trying to get you to become dry. Hoseok let you ride out your orgasm on his wet face until you were satisfied and pulling away with your own wants. You slid down to kiss his lips licking everything off. Sitting up after a bit of time you stare at all of them, Hoseok smirking as he planted a kiss on your lips.

“Are you going to tell them the truth?” He asked ruffling your hair and you shook your head jutting out your lips. “Well then I will.” Hoseok looked at Yoongi and Taehyung smirking. “While she does love my head, she told me what happened between you two before you even told me. She only said she loved mine better than yours because she didn’t know how to tell you it was a tie. But she loved things you did at different times. Yoongi she loves that you are rough with her. Taehyung, she loves that you tease her like I do. But if you never let her get in charge she will never let you be a favorite and I learned that the hard way.” Hoseok sighed playfully causing you to slap his arms.

“Well any day you want to ride my face like that just come find me princess I’ll let you play with my dick while you’re at it.” Yoongi smirked at your tinting cheeks. Taehyung on the other hand got up and waddled into your bathroom shutting the door. The rustling of his pants made you even more flustered. You found yourself getting up but Hoseok pulled you back down growling.

“You’re still in trouble. Don’t even think about it.”

My Clueless Valentine

Story Summary: To help Steve feel a little less lonely on Valentine’s Day, you and the guys plan out a day of fun. However, this outing becomes something so much more than a day with friends when feelings are revealed [Part of the Friends Like Ours one shot series]. 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I’m really sorry about the wait and I’m sorry if I forgot to tag anyone in this! It’s been a while. Just to let you know, this one shot also refers back to the events of People Will Say

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

“Hey Steve,” Bucky greeted with a smile as the blond entered the kitchen, you and Sam also giving your respective greetings with the hopes that he’d actually say something this time around.

Instead, you all earned another frown in response while he grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar before heading back to his room, closing the door. You sighed and wondered what’s wrong with your friend. Over the past couple of days, Steve has been acting strange and distanced himself from everyone, limiting his responses with frowns and sighs. You had no working theories as to why he was behaving that way, but Sam and Bucky had an idea.

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Accidental| Hoseok

Your boyfriend doesn’t show up for your date leaving you in the awkward position of peers staring at you with sorry eyes. Right as your about to get up a presence saves you from your embarrassment portraying as your boyfriend.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Warning: Cussing, implied smut, Smiley Hobi!

Genre: A dash of fluff and angst?

Word Count: 8.8K

A/N: I saw this prompt on pintrest and thought it was cute, also i may have made some spelling mistakes and other things because Teen wolf came on tonight and I needed to finish before it came on. Please dont hate me frens!

Hours had passed and the loneliness and dread in my head only managed to sprout further more into my heart. I had been promised a lovely evening at a rather expensive restaurant but it was far from the situation that was vowed. I was missing the very non evident boyfriend that was supposed to be sitting across the table as i was met with the cold nothingness of a longing body. I had merely order a bottle of wine to cover up my sorrows but that doesn’t really do the trick as the angry waiter suggest you should leave so he can fill the table and others staring at you with pity and disgust.

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Babysitting PT2

When Cynn saw Prince, she knew she would gladly babysit for the Turners. She smiled sweetly for Mrs. Turner while Mr. Turner’s eyes secretly ran all over her young body, sexy now in a tight little t-shirt and a brief miniskirt. The Turners had heard from the Prossers that Cynn was a very reliable babysitter. She never let boys into the house.

“So, you’ll watch Annie and Kitty until we get home?” Mrs. Turner said.

“Oh, yes,” Cynn said with a big smile. “I’d be glad to.”

“We’ll pay you the same as the Prossers,” Mr. Turner said, trying to keep his eyes off of her jutting young tits.

“Sure,” Cynn chirped happily. “That’ll be just fine.” Her eyes darted to the dog lying on the floor in front of the TV. “What’s your dog’s name?”

“Prince,” Mrs. Turner said. “He won’t give you any trouble. He’s big, but he’s a pussycat.”

Cynn could see that he was twice as big as Max. Was his cock twice as big? That was all she wanted to know about him. She decided to find out just as soon as the Turners were gone. She locked the front door, checked on the kids, found them fast asleep, then returned to the living room and found the dog watching her every move. She stood over him with legs apart and tits pointing hard in the tightness of her t-shirt. She smiled at him.

“I hope you’re friendly like Max,” she purred.

Prince’s ears perked up at the sound of her gentle, kind voice. His big brown eyes glistened at her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. It was big and thick. Cynn liked that. Just the sight of it made her pussy wet between her curvy thighs.

As the dog watched, she slowly lifted her miniskirt in front and stroked her pussy with one hand.

“Do you lick pussy?” she asked him.

The animal just stared dumbly at her, looking from her pretty face to her moving hand, curiously. Cynn held her skirt way up on her flat belly and used her fingers to arouse her cunt. She spread her feet farther apart and hunched her hips forward. Her fingers danced over her pussy-fuzz and cuntlips. A fingertip teased her clit and she moaned as sexy feelings filled her cunt. She rubbed her pussy until her fingers got wet.

“Let’s see if you like pussy-juice,” she laughed.

She leaned down and put her wet fingers to the dog’s snout. Prince sniffed, then licked at her fingers as if she had offered him a treat. Cynn laughed sensuously and let him lick her fingers dry.

“Want more?” she cooed.

She rubbed her pussy again and dipped her fingertips between her cuntlips into her pussy. They came out drenched, and she let Prince lick the juice off. This time he licked harder, as if he really wanted the liquid. Cynn liked that. Sure that he was hooked now, she stepped back to the recliner chair behind her. She sat down on the edge of it and opened her pretty legs widely. Then she drew her little skirt way up and exposed all of her horny young cunt.

“Here, Prince,” she cooed sweetly. “Come and get it. Want more pussy? Here it is. Come on, boy.”

Coaxed by her voice, Prince got to his feet and approached her open legs. His eyes followed his nose right to her sweet cunt. Cynn smiled happily and leaned back in the chair. She stretched her knees farther apart.

“Here you are,” she purred, patting her pussy. “All the pussy you can eat.”

Prince sniffed her juicy little cunt for a moment, then swiped his big thick tongue at it. Cynn jerked when his raspy tongue hit her quivery little clit. It was stiff and sticking out already, she was so horny.

“Ewww, good boy,” she breathed hotly. “That’s it. Lick Cynn nice. Mmmmm, you lick good. That-a-boy. Lick it. Lick Cynn pussy!”

Turning on to the young girl’s hot cunt, Prince started lashing her crotch with his big tongue Cynn purred and moaned and whimpered as the huge hunk of wet meat slapped and slurped against her cunt.

“Your tongue is so big!” she gasped, carried away by the thrill of it. “Ummmm, you can lick my pussy any time!”

Horny out of her young mind, she drew her pert knees up, held them apart with her hands, and watched hotly as the dog licked his tongue up and down her sweet cunt.

“Ewwww, that’s nice,” she whispered. She dug her heels into the chair and clasped her knees tightly as she humped her pussy up and down, up and down, in a sexy rhythm. The doggie-tongue was turning her on something fierce. It had been a week since Max had licked her cunt, and Prince’s tongue was bigger and stronger than Max’s.

“Uh-uh- uhhh,” she grunted like a little animal as she humped her pussy for the dog’s licking, lashing tongue.

Prince pressed his snout into her crotch and slapped the hell out of her pussy with his thick tongue. Her juices flowed nicely now that he was licking her cunt steadily, and Cynn moaned with increasing passion. The sexy pleasure filled her young mind and she almost swooned. She leaned back in the chair, kept her knees far apart, and lifted her t-shirt up in front. She tugged it way up to her chin, baring her ripe tits. Her naughty hands grasped her tits and she tweaked her pink nipples until they were hard with pleasure. She moaned softly, as he fucked her cunt with his the doggie-tongue, and mauled the hell out of her nice tits. Her blue eyes grew heavy after a while, and she panted for breath as Prince’s big tongue whipped her pussy into a horny frenzy.

“Ohhh, I’m gonna cum gooooooood,” she murmured.

She could tell by the way Prince was licking her cunt so hungrily that she would orgasm wildly. And she was right. The doggie-tongue lashed her quivery clit again and all of a sudden all hell broke loose deep in her heaving young belly.

“Oh!” she shrieked.

Her whole body went taut for a few seconds as she shuddered and shivered in the deep chair. She squeezed the life out of her tight young tits and screwed her wet pussy viciously against Prince’s relentless tongue.

“I’m cumming!” she cried.

She raised her cute little ass up off the chair and thrust her pussy into the dog’s snout. It banged there and sent a sharp thrill all through her young body. Prince licked faster, and she came like crazy.

“Oh, ohh, ohhh, I’m… I’m… I’m cummmiiinnnggg!” she squealed happily.

She clenched her tits and fucked her horny pussy fast against the licking, lapping tongue as she came. Prince licked his tongue harder into the pussy, jerky pussy in front of him. The more he licked, the more hot cunt-juice he got, and he wanted that now. Going for her pussy-juice like it was a treat, he slapped her cunt fiercely with his tongue and drank all the cunt juices she could produce. And she produced plenty. She threw her head back and squeezed her tits and fucked her horny pussy faster and faster as she came. Wave upon wave of sexy pleasure rushed through her young body and her pussy creamed endlessly. Great rushes of hot juices coursed through her pussy-channel to her cunt-mouth, and Prince licked it all out of her. The more he licked, the more she came, until she was a writhing, humping mass of hot female flesh.

“Ohhh, Prince!” she gasped, cumming like crazy for him. “You lick pussy better than Max! Ewww, eat me, eat me, eat meeeee!”

She loved getting her pussy licked, so she abandoned herself to the heady pleasure the doggie-tongue provided. It was a mind-boggling orgasm for her, and she enjoyed every second of it. To get the very best orgasm she could, she thrust her trembling hands down between her thighs and used her fingers to pry apart her cuntlips. She pulled them apart and pushed her cunt at the dog’s snout. Prince’s tongue delved into her open, pink pussy, and a series of electric shocks coursed through her belly. She came and came and came.

Her clit grew thicker and more sensitive, like a big girl’s, and each time Prince’s thick tongue hit her clit, she had to let out a shriek of joy.

“Oh!” she cried, humping her cunt faster for him. “Ew! Oh! Um! Yow! Ew! Wow!”

With each outburst, she jerked her wet pussy forward, and the doggie-tongue stung her clit. The sharp thrills made her cum even more, and she couldn’t get enough of the intense pleasure. As far as she was concerned, this was the best feeling a girl could get.

“Ohhhh, why didn’t I think of this sooner?” she panted hotly, her pretty head lolling from side to side as she came wetly.

Prince slurped her pussy steadily, drinking all her cunt-juice like he was lapping water out of his dish. The sensations he created in her cunt made Cynn moan and fuck her pussy for him. The more she humped, the more he licked. Cynn was in seventh heaven.

“Ohhhhh, howww gooood,” she moaned as his big tongue assaulted her crotch, cunt and clit. “I never dreamed it could be like thisssss…”

She gripped her tits again and teased her stiff pink nipples as Prince went on licking his tongue into her cunt. She squirmed and twisted in the chair, horny out of her young mind and hungry for more. Enjoying her newfound pleasure completely, she slumped in the chair and surrendered her body to the licking, lapping dog. Her eyes closed lazily and her mouth fell open as she panted for breath. Her tits hardened and jutted beautifully in her trembling hands. And her hips and ass quivered and twisted as her pussy creamed and juiced and flooded wetly.

“Ohhhh, Prince,” she panted. “What a good dog you are! Ummmm, now I wanna do something nice for you!”

Rather dizzily, she struggled up into a sitting position and peered down over her jutting tits at what Prince was still doing to her pussy. She shuddered with rapture as more thrills passed through her cunt.

“Golly!” she gasped. “You’re enough to drive a girl crazy!”

She giggled and got to her feet, a little unsteadily, and moved her pussy away from the licking dog. She dropped to her knees and kissed Prince’s head. She told him he was a good dog and stroked his sides with her hands. He licked at her tits because they were right there to be licked. Cynn moaned a little and let him lick her naked young tits. Her nipples hard under the lashing of his tongue. She held her t-shirt way up and watched as he lapped her tits.

“What a nice dog you are!” she laughed hotly. “You’ve got me so horny! Come here… let me see your cock!”

Prince at first didn’t understand what the horny girl wanted of him. When she tried to push him over, he resisted. Cynn pushed harder, until finally he got the picture and slumped to the floor on his side. Cynn rolled him over even more and gazed hotly at his hairy cock-sheath, his prick half out, thick and red.

“Wow,” she breathed. “You are bigger than Max!”

Her hand flew to his balls and cock and Prince then knew what she wanted. He was all for it. His prick extended suddenly out of its protective sheath, much to Cynn delight. Her blue eyes widened. She liked his cock a lot.

“Mmmmm, you have a nice one,” she purred.

She caressed his hot balls for a moment, then milked his thick, burgeoning cock. Just a few strokes of her gentle hand made it big and strong. His hardon throbbed in her fist and she smiled pleasantly as she jerked on it.

“It’s so big,” she breathed.

Mesmerized, delighted, happy, she started jerking the dog off. She sat on the floor and snuggled closer to him so she could watch his prick shoot. His cock enlarged considerably and filled her playful fist nicely. She moaned as it grew hotter and stiffer in her jerking hand. It excited her to see a dog-cock get nice and big for her. So she jerked it faster.

“I’ll make you cum like you made me cum,” she promised.

With that, she gripped his cock tightly and whacked the hell out of it. Giggling from time to time, she watched his prick throb and jerk in her fist as she milked it and pumped it for him. Prince groaned and grunted, and Cynn knew he was going to shoot his hot cum. She was eager to see that happen. She laughed sensuously and jerked harder on his rigid prick. His prick thickened in her fist. His cockhead opened up. His balls tightened up against the base of his cock. He uttered a strange noise that made Cynn giggle again. She knew he was horny now. He looked like he wanted to fuck. His haunches started humping. Cynn blue eyes glazed over with lust as she pumped his prick for him. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She lowered her head and watched starry-eyed as the doggie-cock erupted in a series of violent jolts. Huge wads of thick cock-cream came spurting out of Prince’s thick prick. Cynn jerked his prick faster, laughing erotically as he shot his cum-load for her. Big spurts of white cum shot out of his cockhead onto his chest. Cynn stared hotly and felt a funny feeling deep in her pussy.

“Ohhhh, wowwwww!” she cooed, watching his dick jolt and jump in her fist. “You cum a lot!”

The big wads of cum fascinated her. When he was finished shooting his load, she caressed his prick. And with her other hand, she touched his pool of cum.

Her fingertips dipped into his cum and she felt it carefully. It was warm to her touch and slimy and creamy.

“How sexy,” she purred, feeling his cum again. “This is what you make baby dogs with.” She examined his cum for several moments, smearing her fingertips through it. Then she was gripped by an urge to taste dog-cum. Her lips parted and her pink tongue slipped across her ripe lips. She swallowed nervously, then lifted her fingers to her mouth. With a shiver of excitement, she licked at her fingers with her saucy little tongue, and tested his cum.

“Ummmm,” she purred, “that’s nice.”

Her eyes lit up and she licked her fingers clean, then dipped them again into his cum and licked them clean again.

Her eyes fell to her hand still on his stiff cock. A naughty thought assailed her young mind. She was shocked by it.

“Golly!” she rasped, surprised at herself. “I think I wanna suck your cock!”

She drew away from the dog’s body, a little afraid of her thoughts and secret desires. They were alarming. She sat back and stared at his throbbing red prick. Her tongue ran across her dry lips. She swallowed nervously again.

“Jeez,” she breathed, shuddering a little, “I can’t do that! You’d better lick my pussy again before I change my mind!”

She threw herself back on the carpet and stretched her pretty legs wide apart. She called to Prince and coaxed him to eat her cunt again She pried her pussy-lips apart with her finger and invited him to lick her cunt-mouth. Prince found that… and her clit. Cynn went wild on the floor.

Prompt:  “No Marks.”
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader || tiny mention of yoonmin
Genre: light smut, romance
Rating: M
Word Count: 1826
Other Drabbles

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

The distance to the dim light hallway-secluded and tucked off to the right of the main foyer-from your current position in the center of the dining hall is approximately thirty steps, perhaps less if you both were to widen your strides and quicken the pace. You eye those who are gathered around you, all of them seemingly unaware to the inner turmoil both of you are currently facing-which is good you suppose because in a room filled to the brim of people who you call colleagues and, in some circumstances, boss, you are very glad that none of them are currently aware of how badly you wish to sneak off for a quick make out session with your husband.

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Bellamy, Leadership, and 402

I was gonna put this up earlier in the week when 402 was still our most recent episode but life happened in ways that got me distracted from meta so whatev have some feelings dump now

Okay, so, obviously, the record will show I love Bellamy awkwardly twitching his eye at Clarke and telling her she can come along on their Azgeda roadtrip in 402, but I also want to talk about that from a larger perspective. Because I think it’s interesting to note how completely differently I see that entire interaction going had Clarke gone along.

Part of that is, of course, that Clarke would have been firmly on team “generator now, slaves later.” I think that’s completely clear and, in theory, that should make it a tied vote: Bellamy, Harper, and Bryan voting to free the slaves vs. Clarke, Monty, and Miller voting to take the generator and leave the slaves.

But, in my opinion, if Clarke was there, it wouldn’t have ever come down to the kind of vote that’s set up in the episode, because of the way Clarke (and Clarke and Bellamy, as a leadership unit) function and dominate decisions. And it’s very clearly a function of Clarke, not Bellamy, which is a surprise in a lot of ways. Back in 104, we get Bellamy telling Clarke to not get other people involved in the Murphy issue, and Clarke learns he’s right, and we get a callback to that in 401, when he tells her not to tell people about the end of the world until they have a plan.

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Faking It (Grayson) Part 7/?

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: None.
A/N: I absolutely adore you guys. Your response has been amazing, I love you so much. x

The rest of the night was spent with Ethan in the entertainment room, where you played pool and he told you jokes to get your mind off of the trainwreck that had happened between you and Grayson. And it worked for quite some time, before it got too late and you had to go to sleep. The wedding rehearsal was tomorrow after all and you needed every ounce of energy you could muster to get through the day.

“Hey…” Ethan reached out and touched your shoulder as you came to a halt in front of his open bedroom door. You turned to look at him questioningly. “You can sleep in my room if you want to.”

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Liar (Chuck Clayton)

Originally posted by meanandshallow

Title: Liar


Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, Angst & Slight Make-out

Tags: Vixen!Reader, Cheater!Chuck

Pairing: Chuck Clayton x Reader

Line: 58- “We’re done here,”

Fandom: Riverdale


Slyly, Y/N slipped into the boy’s closed locker room at school, as the moon was high. It peered through the glass and stained window, as it painted a cloudy grey against the still damp floorboards; something Y/N was always annoyed about.

While many thoughts processed through Y/N racing mind, but there was one that kept poking at her side; why the hell was she in the position?

It was simple to the naked eye or eyes. Y/N had snagged her high school royalty as her companion, she had the coach’s son fo fucks sake to keep her warm nd she couldn’t be more content with the boy. Y/N fell for Chuck Clayton and he fell for her. Y/N was sincerely surprised when Chuck had confidently asked her out to Pop’s that night; though the rest of the school didn’t really find the news that thriving.

Y/N was a River Vixen, one of Cheryl most beautiful and skilled, everyone knew our name from the impressive stunts, she did on regular, and was a goddess to the more normal student. They gawked at her like she was a deity.

Chuck and Y/N Relationship was well known throughout the school, news of the romance spread like wildfire and by Monday, everyone knew. Chuck & Y/N had the perfect relationship; until now.

Although, Chuck was all Y/N had hoped for in a boyfriend, lately, he had been distant and cold. The Once shared Milkshake dates at Pop’s were now a lonely Saturday Evening. The cuddles that kept Y/N during the drive through turned into a single sad serving of popcorn.

Y/N was intent on giving up on him. She tried her hardest to try and fix the tearing bond between them but every time she had kindly asked him, he had rudely declined her offer not bothering to even look at her face when responding but finally after millions of times trying, she had broken through Chuck’s newly grown tough skin.

They had planned a simple and romantic movie night at Y/N’s house as her parents were at for the weekend at her grandmother’s. Easy to say; Friday couldn;t have gone slower to Y/N. She was completely over the moon for their date.

After a century to Y/N, Chuck finally arrived at Y/N Large estate as he rushed in not bothering to show a display of affection as he stomped through the frame. At last, the pair was enjoying themselves in the complete silence; maybe too much.

Ten minutes into the movies, Chuck had already pinned her small frame under his larger one. Y/N heart raced and her stomach did flips as Chuck warm palms searched her sides, his finger drawing over the curves of her hips, gripping tightly at the end, leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in pleasure.

His lips ghosted of her’s before roughly pounding against the soft skin; bruising them in the process, after that his lips trailed down to her supple collar bone, he gently licked the untouched surface before sucking down harshly, leaving bright red marks that adorned Y/N (s/c) skin.

All that filled the thick and tense air were the breathy and grungy moans that left YN flustered lips. Her whole body boiled with excitement, her mind racing to the net point of ecstasy for the both of them.

Chuck’s bulky digits toyed at her dark blue lace panties, slapping the material against the sensitive skin, every few second, sending powerful jolts through her veins; each time leaving Y/N speechless.

It was when Chuck had abruptly pulled to a complete stop, that a long whine left Y/N coarse throat as she propped herself up on her elbows.

Chuck sat up quickly and bounced off the mattress and into the seat, as he roughly pulled apart the room in search of an item, that was causing him stress.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with an annoyed tone.

“I left my letterman’s at school” Chuck replied, not bothering to look at his girlfriend but just keep looking around swiftly.

“Well you can get it on Monday,” Y/N sighed as she pulled Chuck in by the neck, leaning in for another kiss, but he quickly snapped his attention away from the pleading girl in front of him.

“No, It has my I.D in it and Money; anyone could get that,” Chuck panicked as he placed his large hand over his sweating forehead. Softly Y/N got up from the mattress and flung her arms around Chuck’s thick neck.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N purred int his collar, placing a small peck on the skin before prancing to the wooden door frame.

“You’re the best, Y/N” Chuck Beamed as Y/N snatched her jacket and took her leave to the school

So that’s how she ended up at the school late at night, 11 pm to be presise.

Y/N danced around the empty room as she searched for Chuck personal locker. Luckily Y/N’s eyes spotted her boyfriend’s name engraved on the familiar deep blue locker. Feeling confident, Y/N softly danced over to the storage and easily undid the locker.

Y/N swiftly snatched the blue & yellow jumper and started to run out, only to be stopped by a large furry book slamming hard against the concrete floor with a loud smack. Y/N stood frozen waiting for any alarm to go off or a random person to burst through and catch her sneaking into the school on a Friday evening. After a good minute of standing completely still, Y/N unstuck from her position and peered at the chestnut colour book.

Out of pure curiosity, Y.N slowly picked up the heavy object & hesitantly opened it and flew past the hundreds of pages, filled with unknown content.

Rolling her (e/c) orbs, She picked out the names of certain teammates of Chuck’s with random girl’s names next to them with a small number ranging from 2-9 sitting across from the names. The realisation hit her; this was a stupid game the boys played to gain dominance. Y/N heard of it before, never thought it was true; but with the assholes gracing the team, she wasn’t really surprised.

What did Surprise her, was her boyfriend’s name to appear throughout the other unimportant names. His name popped up next to a range of girls, coming from women she didn’t know and didn’t care about and others were familiar names; girl on the cheer squad. At the moment, Y/N world shattered around her.

A storm of emotions started to brew inside of her. Fist all she could feel was utter despair, hot tears started to flow down her cheeks, ruining her foundation. Her mind felt flat as her small palm covered her lips to muffle to soft sounds of her sobs.

Then her brain managed for her feeling to conjure up guilt and stupidity. Her whole body felt incompetent and primitive. Y/n felt like she was in preschool again. She got herself to feel wrecked.

The last was her climax, the peak of her intense heartbreak. Rage. All she could see was red. Everything boiled quickly before she could think of a rational action, she stormed out of the school; her knuckles turning white as her tip grip on the sinful book. Her feet creating earthquakes with fire running behind her as she stomped through the dark school, getting ready to give Chuck a piece of her mind.


Y/N burst through the frame and thrashed her way up to Chuck and struck him harshly over the cheek.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Chuck yelled angrily at her.

“Explain, Now!” Y/N stated coldly as she slammed the massive book against a milky white desk, her eyes never leaving his.

“It’s a stupid game the boys pla-”

“Your name was in it Chuck” Y/N interrupted softly; her words telling the story of her heartbreak.


“YOUR FUCKING NAME!” Y/N screamed, all of her patience with him running a thin line as a water broke free once again. “Chuck, have you been cheating on me through our entire relationship?” she asked quietly still looking Chuck deep in the face. “Was our relationship a game?” Y/N barely let out, “Say something, tell me it’s not true,” She pleaded gently. Chuck stayed completely silent, averting his gaze from Y/N emotional state, this painted a seemingly clear picture for Y/N the realisation hit her once again; Chuck had been cheating on her, He has played her like a toy.

“We’re done here,” Y/N said blankly as she opened the door for Chuck departure.

“Let me explain,” Chuck raced to her side as he gently took her palms in his.

“Get out,” Y/N spoke harshly, her tolerance fell short at his attempt to stop her bold actions.


“Get Out!”


“Get out of my house!” Y/N Yelled furiously, tears flowed freely as her eyes came to his in a mixture of anger and sorrow.

“Fine,” Chuck shouted at her angrily as he swiftly grabbed his jacket at walked to the door. “but you’ll be begging on your knees for me,” Chuck seethed at he stomped out of the freshly tense house leaving Y/N to slam the door quickly before she dropped to the floor, feeling heartbroken and looking like a total mess; she let out al of her emotions as the only thing that could be heard was her soft hics and incoherent mumbling.

anonymous asked:

(1/3) I really don't like men. I'm just super uncomfortable with them and I think that that's been the case for a long time and I just didn't realise it and I don't know why? I don't have any specific trauma that could have caused this and I just can't work it out. I've always been much less likely to have guy friends than friends who are girls and I thank the heavens every day that I'm a lesbian and don't have to be in a romantic relationship with a guy.

(2/3) Even within my own large family the only men I like are one of my grandfathers, one of my uncles, and my dad and even then there’s still a certain amount of discomfort. I also really dont want to be uncomfortable. I study in a male dominated field and I want to be able to have positive relationships with my peers and coworkers. I also feel really bad about it because I know there are men out there who are perfectly nice and good and its unfair to them to dislike men as a whole
(3/3) but I just can’t figure out why this is the case or how to overcome it. Do you think this could be stemming from the fact that I’m a lesbian or no? I don’t know and I’m just trying to figure things out.

It could be stemming from that you’re a lesbian. It could also just be one of those things that we often experience just because of the way misogyny is built into society. I can tell you that I feel the exact same way around men, even men that I love. There’s always that level of discomfort.

One of the things that are unique about being a lesbian is that we deal with alllll the other forces of misogyny that women have to deal with, but we also deal with a unique aspect of misogyny reserved for women who don’t experience attraction to men. (That’s not to say that gay women who are also attracted to men such as bi & pan women have it easier! Bi & pan women also have unique struggles stemming from biphobia. Just that this is one of the differences in experience!)

How do we separate what comes from the thousands of tiny injuries that just come from being a woman, from being taught from such a young age that we’re lesser, weaker, not as capable? How do we separate that from being taught in a million small ways, implicitly and explicitly, that men are a threat to our safety, physically and emotionally?

 How do we separate that out from what comes from being taught from the get that we should love men and only men?
And how do we separate that out from what comes from the realization that we never want to be with men, or never want to be with men again, perhaps never truly wanted to be with men in the first place, when so much of what it means to be a woman is in relation to men?

I’m sorry to say I don’t have the answers for you, anon. But I hope reading this might help you work through your own feelings about it, just like I’m struggling to work through my own feelings about this, too. We’re all sending you all our love.


It’s late- I am having trouble writing chapters to ongoing fics because of some issues with plot but words keep coming to mind and so I keep throwing them at you people here. 

Here’s another. 
No idea where this is going. Just following the ink spill. 

Half an hour. He was going to talk to her for half an hour. 

His eyes were burning with the lack of sleep. Absently he rubbed at his face and let his head hang against the back rest of the couch, breathing air deep into his lungs and releasing it with trepidation. 

She had yet to come out. His eyes flickered to the door at the end of the hall of the apartment, the glow of a lamp sliding gold and soft from beneath. 

Warily he checked his phone for the time and counted. If it was 11:31 pm then that meant that it had been exactly four hours and 15 minutes- give or take- since they had had their first actual fight. 

They had had disagreements before, but this he counted in a whole different category. Never in his entire life did he think he was going to get a chance to stand in front of Hinata Hyuuga and have her actually raise her voice at him. 

This event had been followed by the unprecedented shove to his shoulders and then her storming into her room and slamming the door with enough force to shake the hall wall and make a frame jump from it’s hook to shatter on the floor. 

He had meant to clean it up, had even grabbed the broom and dust pan to do it and then, still viciously annoyed had thrown the items on the floor along with the glass and left it there. 

Let her deal with her own damn mess since she was suddenly so freaking independent. 

That was of course four hours ago. More than four hours ago. It took that long for an Uchiha to calm from a full on fury. His hands had been shaking and his voice had taken on that frightening sharp edge that he recognized from his father and his brother when they were really in a sulky underwear knotting mood. 

Now he just felt tired. Exhausted even, and his chest hurt like her shove to his shoulders had been an actual fracturing blow. 

Unlocking his clenched jaw Sasuke gathered himself from the couch like being pulled by puppet strings, feeling disconnected and mechanical as he wandered, hands in his jean pockets towards the door. 

She had been quiet for some time and it was possible that she had fallen asleep. If she was sleeping he didn’t want to wake her but the possibility of going to sleep himself would be out the window. He had never fought with his best friend before and leaving it overnight felt like it was giving the thing rights to a pattern. 

Swallowing hard he knocked and when she didn’t respond pressed his forehead against the smooth surface, eyes closed, hand on the door knob as he thought. 

“Hinata?” His voice was a wreck, hoarse and stinging he cleared it and tried again. “Hinata?”

Nothing. The silence hummed with the refrigerator’s mechanical whine and the high pitched usually muted sound of the electricity passing into the light bulb of the lamp in the living room he had been reading by. 

Damn it. He was not going to sleep like this. 

Half an hour. Just…talk for half an hour.

Biting the inside of his cheek he turned the knob and peeked past the door, freezing at the feel of her eyes on his movement. 

Her room was chaos, or at least the floor was. Tidy alphabetized books lined the shelves that decorated almost all the wall space, and among them cactus plants and flowering herbs in tiny pots stretched. From the ceiling hung rows and rows of herbs drying in neat little bundles tied with ribbon or lace strips. But the floor, usually free of debris was covered in photographs. He could recognize himself in many of them, Hinata, their friends, smiling or running or jumping off diving boards. Happy memories. Like the scent of her room was happy.

It smelled clean and earthy and organic. It smelled like Hinata. 

The scent was making a knot rise to his throat and with the inside of his cheek pinched hard by his teeth he stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it hard so that his shoulder blades ached a bit. 

She didn’t move from her bed where she lay curled in fetal position in her clothes, unchanged into her usual lavender pajamas. Instead she still wore the sweatshirt she had asked to borrow from him and her work jeans from the green house stained with dirt and pollen. 

“I thought you might be asleep.” He said it dismissively, a little bit vexed still although he mostly wanted to let her know he cared enough to resolve this before the morning. 

Hinata looked back at him, her gaze unchanging from her position on the bed, peering at him through the loose tired fingers of her hands by her face. 

The silence wore on for several heart beats and Sasuke dragged in a deep breath through the nose, looking back at her with growing effort. Keeping eye contact was something he excelled at, and Hinata in fact struggled with. So it was unnerving to feel her gray gaze stabbing into him with the precision of a thrown knife while his own usually unerring stare wavered. 

“We can’t leave it like that.” He finally snapped, the anxiety he was starting to feel getting the better of him. “You can’t just storm off and leave it like that.”

She should have moved. This was the pattern. He would grow irritable, she would try figure out why he felt this way, she would ask questions and they would figure it out together and when he finally realized what bothered him he would say it and either apologize for it’s stupidity or she would apologize for not realizing what she was doing and they would watch a stupid show together or make breakfast at 1 in the morning and the argument would be over. 

That was the pattern. 

But she didn’t move. She didn’t sit up and look at him with her face earnest and her eyes apologetic and caring. She looked at him from her place on her bed and her shoulders shook slow at first then with more force as tears streamed from her eyes. 

He didn’t know this dance.

Paralyzed by the liquid escaping her face he breathed in slowly, carefully, focusing on the action of air coming in and out of his throat while he also felt his hands tighten and his blood turn cold. 

“…Hinata… what…the hell is happening?” 

She closed his eyes in response, bringing her relaxed fingers closer to her face until she was mostly hiding from view, her shoulders shaking although no sobs rang through. This silent crying was worse than a sob, or wail. He watched it like one watched the amputation of a limb performed by one’s own hands. 

They had known each other for so long. Their personalities so compatible that any notion of friction had always been so easy to diffuse. She was flexible about anything that he found irritating. He was generally so low maintenance it was hard for her to find a fault in his behavior. And when they did disagree… well it never lasted.

That was why they had been friends in elementary, in high school, room mates in college and now entering into their desired fields.

It was the easiest relationship of any sort they had ever been in. Easier than being around their parents, their siblings, their friends. It was like breathing.

Except for right then, he was suffocating. This was not going according to plan.

“You can’t just lay there and cry.” He was being an ass and he knew it but somehow that wasn’t enough to keep him from talking. His voice shook as he realized the terror that was manipulating his actions and words. “You have to tell me what is happening. Because, as far as I know I was just letting you know I find something irritating and usually our policy is that we tell each other that shit so we don’t have these kinds of….disagreements.”

He was rambling, the words tumbling out of him in a torrent. Hinata’s eyes opened at the end of his speech and she didn’t have to say anything for him to see her irritation flaring again. It was such a strange expression on her face, so unfamiliar. Usually so soothing she set her jaw hard and even with her tears frowned.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s annoying as all hell. I don’t bring irritating friends over here all the time to bug you.”

Her breathing was getting heavy, he watched as her side rose and fell beneath his sweater and felt the pinch of a frown that was likely turning his gaze into a glare. “You stop this. Stop giving me the silent treatment. I can decide who comes here and who doesn’t too. This is a shared space.”

That damn blonde with his damn laugh and his damn tickling. How could one human being be so irritating? Hinata hated being tickled. Why would she have allowed that moron to do such a thing? She had laughed and pushed him away. She had blushed.

Why the fuck was she blushing?

Hinata didn’t blush at home. Home was where she was most herself. The blushing stuttering thing most people knew was always left at the door.

“Are you going to be seeing him? Is that what this is? Because if that’s what’s happening then I need to move out.” The words were out of his mouth as he pictured her with Naruto, smiling and cuddling on the couch watching a movie or walking in from a day at work to see them kissing in the kitchen. He felt his stomach tighten painfully and his eyes itch.

Fuck no.

Hinata was however sitting up now, her jaw working like she was trying to grind her teeth away, gray eyes a glittering mess of tears and fury. Fists clenching hard around the covers of her bed she set her shoulders tightly.

“You just say the word and I’ll get the hell out of here.” How had it come to this? He had never thought much about when they would part ways but he sure as hell had not pictured it being over someone like the idiot Naruto. He should have never introduced them in the first place. If there was anyone to blame it was himself.

Her chest rose and fell with the contained agitation within her and he watched, rubbing at his eyes again tiredly, feeling the irritation of the late night and the reading more acutely even as he glared at her.

“Why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you tell me why you’re so angry?” His voice sounded so strange, even to him.

He blinked several times, wiping at his now tearing eyes with frustration. Of all the times to have his eyes water it had to be now, when he was feeling like he was suffocating. His chest tightening until it ached and his hands shaking as she stared at him. In the middle of a fight he had to get something in his damned eyeballs.

She just looked at him then, her lips pressed into a thin line and her brow although furrowed a moment before smoothed slowly. Her hands relaxed on the covers and sighing heavily she just looked at him.

It took him several breaths and a lot of blinking to realize. He rubbed at his eyes over and over, confused by the sheer amount of water coming out of his face until something began to dawn on him. Something awful.

Oh shit… no.

Breathing in deeply he stared at his fingers, wet with moisture and trembling, rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sasuke.” It was the first time she spoke in nearly five hours now. Swallowing hard he turned his startled dark eyes from his soaked fingers to her face trying to decipher the arrangement of her features.

The only thing he could figure out was that she looked… soft.

With the same depth of feeling as her expression she sighed. “Why are you crying?”

It was so irrational that she should be asking him such a thing. God damn it she had been laying there weeping a second ago. If anyone should be asking that it should be him, right?

But even as he made a face bred from disgust and revulsion he wiped more tears from his cheeks and sucked in air hard to try to calm himself. 

It was monumentally disorienting not knowing why his body was doing what it was doing.

She stood then, taking the three steps from her bed to him with her hands in her back pockets, her chin wobbling as she stared at him, cocking her head to the right. He loved it when she did that, when her hair cascaded down the side of her body and her bangs slid along her cheek and forehead like an ink spill along the curve of her pale skin.

His chest was heaving and his throat was tightening and if she touched him he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, so he just looked at her and tried to get a grip on his sanity because it felt like it was slipping rather quickly out of his tear soaked fingers.

What had she asked again?

Sasuke, why are you crying?

Goddamnit, goddamnit.

Because… that moronic blonde had tickled her and he hated that his hands had been on her. The idiot had made her blush and Hinata didn’t blush at home, or hadn’t in so long it was foreign and it made him wonder if maybe she was nervous and if she was nervous then maybe it was because this wasn’t just a friend it was something else and what kind of something else could it be that made a girl blush?

And he didn’t want to move away, he didn’t want to go anywhere, but he couldn’t even think about walking into the apartment to see them holding hands let alone anything else. The thought of Naruto spending the night in her room was enough to make him light headed.

This was his fault, for introducing them. This fight was his fault because he had started by telling her she was being slutty which was not only untrue but also unkind and Hinata didn’t deserve it. And when she had asked him why he was so upset he had snapped at her that she should know. Even as she tried to convince him she and Naruto were just friends. 

How could she know what upset him if he didn’t know?

“Just… don’t lie.” And now her own eyes were filling with tears again, although they were more bearable since her voice accompanied them. “Don’t lie, okay? Why are you crying?”

There was that damned question again. Why are you crying?

He glared back, swallowing the growing knot in his throat again and again. 

Why are you crying? 

I don’t want you with him. 

I don’t want you with anyone. 

I don’t want to see it.

I don’t even want to imagine it.

I don’t want to think about it as a possibility. 

I just want…

I just want you.

“…I love you.” 

She didn’t move or respond, just smiled sadly an unaffected. It had been a long time since he said that. Somewhere along the age of 12 saying they loved each other had been out of bounds. But they had said it in other ways and so she didn’t really bat an eyelash, just gazed at him. 

But this wasn’t the kind of I love you that he had been saying to her by bringing her coffee to her room when she was extra exhausted on a weekend, or allowing her to pick the movie they were watching on a Friday night. 

This I love you made him reach up with both hands into his hair in a panic, watching as something flickered over her face as she read his eyes. 

Slowly straightening she took a step back, lips parting in surprise even as he began to pant with something that felt shockingly similar to horror. 

“Oh god.” He choked. There were no more tears at least, he could thank his lucky stars for that. instead he laced his hands behind his head and tried to keep from passing out as he stared at her and watched the color drain from her face. 

“…y..you what?” 

He was doing a lot of blinking, over and over. His eyes were a rapid shutter camera taking stills of her gaping at him, the horror that was in a dog fight with ardor in his chest captured candidly in his lens. 

It was out now though. There was no taking it back, and so he swallowed and let the burn rise over his skin, setting him slowly but surely on fire. 

“I love you.”

And when he said love he sounded like he wanted to say adore, need, want, desire, cherish. 

Her eyes were swimming again, bright and sparkling in her face by the dim light of the lamp and he waited, unable to breathe for her guillotine of a reply.

Instead she let out a soft wet laugh, rubbing her face with the sleeve of his sweater. 


She had not quite finished saying the single word before he had his lips on her, his breath a rapid painful gasp against her skin where he trailed from under her jaw up, along the curve of her cheek. He almost asked if it was okay. 

She didn’t let him though. 

It was hard to get a grip on the electric shock that ran up and down his spine as she pressed her mouth to his, as his tongue felt the smoothness of her bottom lip. How many times had he ripped his thoughts from her mouth and chided himself for ever even allowing them to enter his head? 

She stole his air, her fingers in his hair and her moan caught between his teeth as he pressed her hips hard against his. 

Of course he loved her, he always had. Of course he was furious, jealous, shaken by a new flirting friend. Of course he was a the real moron. 

Gasping against her mouth he felt her fingers beneath his shirt, pushing the fabric up. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice didn’t sound like himself. This creature speaking was young and scared and drunk. Fragile. 

“Shush.” Hinata panted back and her mouth recaptured his, pulling him by a belt loop against her body again. He wasn’t sure he recognized her either. When had she ever told him to be quiet before? 

Fingers fumbling, hair a disarray she pulled his shirt over his head and heart writhing in his chest he realized what she was doing too late to even decide if he wanted to protest. 

Although it was rather unlikely that he would have been able to manage the moral fortitude to stop her as she pulled his sweater and then her tank top over her head. 

“Wait.” He just managed, even as he kissed her, again and again, bruising the delicate skin of her lips with the increasing desperation and force of his onslaught. “Wait- tell me you’re sure.” 

Soft chest rising and falling fast against the hard planes of his torso she cocked her head and kissed him back with the same desperate hunger he could feel already overtaking his limbs. Without faltering her hands, small around his pulled him closer, pressing the palms of his trembling hands up along the small of her back to the tight strap of her bra. 

“Undo it.” 

Blood pumping in an ocean crash through his ears and his forehead pressed against hers he breathed, allowing himself one second to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

12:01 am. 

It was a new day. 

As his fingers undid the clasp of her bra he shook, sliding his hands along her skin to release her from the slack folds of the fabric.

So many years of being her home. So many years of holding her hand, and making sure he never wanted more.

And then half an hour.

Her voice was sending goosebumps along every exposed inch of skin, even as she pulled him and he pushed her down against the softness and warmth of her bed. 

Just half an hour. 

And the whole world changed.

Embracing the Suck

The title of this post was appropriated from one of my instructors and good friend Ken, whose writing I unfortunately can’t redirect you to since it doesn’t exist. Sorry!

I have been thinking a lot lately about the psychological side of fencing and specifically about self-improvement. There are a couple of skills I’ve managed to get quite good at. Fencing isn’t one of them, yet - but I am definitely a lot better than I was one year ago, applying similar strategies to skills I’ve learned in the past. There has always been a prevalent commonality in the way I approach the task mentally. 

This is a really long post, so if you are short on time, just skim to the bold parts.

The first thing to do is define your objective. You want to get good at something, simple enough, but useless bullshit as far as a real goal with a tangible measurable result goes. What’s getting good actually mean? Will you know when you’ve reached it? It’s something you kind of have to define for yourself, but a useful one for me has always been asking myself: “Can I actualise my will using this skill?” For example, I know I am alright at programming, because most of the time if I set out to do something using that skill I manage to do it. I know I am quite effective at painting and drawing because I can imagine how I want something to look and then execute it to a standard I am satisfied with - the gap between what I wanted to do and what I did is narrow, if existent at all. This is how I view self-improvement at fencing. I decide I want to reduce the gap between my will to carry out an action, and the actualisation of it. So far, it has served me well enough.

Something which has been very important for me in everything I’ve ever improved at is to let go of any desires to be better than others.
There are two reasons it’s shit to advance your skill just to be better than others: First, once you achieve that goal you will stagnate. This is a big problem in fencing as we often have limited access to skilled opponents. If you are satisfied with your progress when you win a bout against a local someone who seems good, you’re lazy and people with a good mindset will continuously overtake you in ability.
Second, it makes you an asshole. Peers are the single most valuable resource in improving yourself in a skill, and the more of them you alienate, the less of a buff you get from their friendship, collaboration, and general investment in your improvement. We often get newbies or pedestrian fencers who don’t show up much. If they are friendly I will always tell them exactly what I find difficult to counter and how they can kick my ass next time after sparring. If they’re a dick, to me or to others (espescially newbies), I basically don’t care if they ever show up again, so I ignore them. I am sure plenty of others feel the same way, or at least, I am sure nobody goes out of their way to help assholes improve. Don’t underestimate the importance of social buy-in. Do what you can to encourage your friends and prefer positive interactions with peers in your chosen skill.

While in various forms of art you perform solo it’s quite obvious the detriment being over-competitive can be, it’s not so obvious in fencing. I mean, it’s a competitive sport, so there has to be some level of rivalry. But it can be framed very positively. Your aim is to be better than yourself. The good thing about this is the road leads to perpetual improvement - it’s always possible to get better. It’s also optimistic, measurable, and very achievable. It’s also possible to measure your own improvement by whether or not you’re capable of “not getting hit by that guy” or “covering against that chick’s unterhau” or whatever. You can re-frame what would be a negative comparison with a peer to something focused on self reflection.

Be realistic about how badly you want to achieve this. I would think for most people it’s easy to tell when you’re driven towards something. You think about it all the time and get anxious if you aren’t doing enough of it. Analyse your feelings about your goals and make a realistic assessment: What do you actually want? How serious are you about trying to achieve it? Does your dedication match your goal? If not, change your goal or your level of dedication. Special hint if you are wondering how to assess your level of dedication: If you walk away from the task cause you suck at it, you weren’t dedicated: you walked away.

Last and maybe most important is to learn to embrace the suck. Any skill worth learning will not give you instant gratification. You will suck at it and have a shit time probably for years, and even then, if you really really love it, you will never be satisfied. As an artist I do pretty well - well enough to pay bills and create mostly anything I like - but it’s still a path of gruelling pessimistic dissatisfaction, and a desire for more. If you are really on this path, all the things that suck about it will be a treasure to you. You’ll embrace it with open arms, as another step on the way. It’s normal and perfectly functional to kind-of sort-of hate the activity you love.

See also: Hema Sucks