pretending this is real ok

If you have to use your imagination to make up negative things about a character or a ship and try to apply it to an argument, when it can easily be invalidated in canon material, you already look embarrassingly wrong, just stop😂😂😂😂😘

Richonne Haters are Basically Dust

I read something disgusting from a bitter anonymous Richonne hater the other day, who said Richonne was just “a fantasy”.

I really think Richonne is more a lesson for the haters than a blessing for the shippers. And 7x12 was an extinction level event for all racist haters.

So let’s pretend that interracial relationships/marriages are not something we see everyday… ok.

The real fantasy is one race being in any way superior and the unrealistic idea that somehow people are going to “stick to their own race” when it comes to love. All these Richonne haters are turning to dust- not just from what they see on the show, but from what they see in real life. Their way of thinking is dying and it makes them scared and aggressive.

One of the things I love about TWD is that with the world stripped bare, Race is Gone. People are just people. And every community is a mix of every color. And without all the exterior BS people hide behind and use to divide us, they can see the each other for who they really are inside. The content of their character…

And the beautiful part of their world is: the person you get to love may have been a person the world we know would have separated you from because of all the stupid pettiness people promote.

Sad that it took a zombie apocalypse to really get people woke.

dana watches lucifer (2x13)

let’s do this i’m prepared for death

  • I DON’T NEED THE PREVIOUSLY ON HONESTLY I HAVE BEEN THERE
  • pls don’t make me look at chloe bleeding again
  • HOW DID HE GET HER THE POISON
  • i’m already hyperventilating
  • “who dies first, dana or chloe” <– my dad
  • OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
  • this scene is so beautiful and sad and oh my god i can’t be actually like comprehensible rn
  • ELLA MY LOVE I LOVE HER SO MUCH
  • i love her so much i would die for her
  • “just make out already and get it over with” GOD ME
  • HIS SMILE BECAUSE HE’S SO HOPEFUL I- WOW
  • OH GOD CHLOE IS SO BLEAK I LVOE HER SO MUCH
  • amenadiel get OUT THEY’RE BUSY
  • oh he was invited
  • OH HE’S ON THE WALL WOW
  • OH GOD “RIP YOUR SPINE OUT AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT” wow he loves her that much i’m not surprised
  • i also love amenadiel though
  • “don’t you dare compare our situations” this scene is so intense i love it so much
  • “well my heart bleeds for you” i love lucifer
  • “then you can’t help her” HE LOOKS DEVASTATED I’M SO SCARED 
  • PLS STOP COUGHING CHLOE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS EPISODE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY
  • honestly, me as a prisoner
  • i literally don’t even remember him is this the guy freaked out
  • I LOVE CHLOE “that doesn’t really work for me”
  • it IS that guy
  • SHIT THIS IS SO BADASS
  • “you didn’t hurt him, did you” “physically no as a i promised” “too bad”
  • OH GOD
  • SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE
  • I HATE THIS SHOW
  • AND MYSELF
  • AND CHLOE
  • AND LUCIEFR
  • AND COMMERCIAL BREAKS
  • okay i want a fic of lucifer bringing chloe to the hospital i want that
  • dan can you and lucifer like - um - like - switch places
  • oh thank god he left
  • “you look heaven sent” THAT HAS LIKE 3000 LAYERS TO IT
  • maze hasn’t been here yet and i am impatient
  • “my wife’s” “ex-wife” “ex-wife” HAHAHA
  • “if she’s anything like my ex i say let her die” THANK YOU FOR PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE PLEASE
  • “so this isn’t some elaborate game of bloody possum” “of course not” “well in that case” I LOVE THIS SHOW
  • HOLY SHIT LUCIFER JUST GOES OFF
  • aw that is a sweet motive and i would like him if he wasn’t a dick
  • “really that’s it” i love you luci
  • this guy is a dope
  • charlotte go away i am so mad at you
  • he’s about to cry and so am i 
  • OH GOD SO THIS IS WHY THIS HAPPENS
  • “ALL I NEED TO DO IS DIE” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • maze is on screen :’)
  • LINDAAAAAAA
  • “what do you think” i mean…. she is the most important thinker
  • “celestial planning session” hahaha
  • linda is so short i love it
  • “quite frankly i prefer to uber there”
  • amenadiel pls pick lucifer
  • YES AMENADIEL BB I LOVE YOU
  • “this is the craziest plan i’ve ever heard i’m in”
  • “he’s the devil nothing’s really been sensible since i found that out”
  • I LOVE THIS SCENE
  • “now that the party pooper’s gone let’s get started shall we”
  • “okay who wants to kill me” MAZE AND AMENADIEL SLOWLY RAISE THEIR HANDS I LOVE IT
  • “the real reason amenadiel stayed” <– my dad
  • OH MY GOD I’M CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
  • “i can’t do this” “neither can i these scrubs are so boxy even i can’t pull them off” um yeah you can maze
  • “you trust me with this” “why not” aw brother bonding
  • “LUCI” I LOVE THAT NICKNAME
  • i love you ella i love you
  • “you have illegal contacts?” “you don’t?” 
  • “not what i thought i would be doing today”
  • “WHY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN” i love linda so much
  • painkillers - a flask i love it
  • OH GOD I’M GONNA SCREAM
  • LITERALLY KILLS HIMSELF THAT’S SO LUCIFER
  • HE’S REALLY DEAD OH WOW
  • I’M SCARED
  • trixie my love
  • “like a guardian angel” 
  • honestly amenadiel + kids is so cute i want more
  • TRIXIE I’M GONNA CRY
  • THE TWITCH IN AMENADIEL’S JAW
  • “there might be bad ppl in the world, but you know what? there’s a lot more good in it”
  • “like you?” “i’m trying to be good” “i think ur good” this made me tear up i- what is this show it’s so important to me
  • LUCIFER HURRY OH MY GOD
  • THIS is his torture? wow
  • “it’s like i’m in hell” “there’s no like about it” 
  • “someone who i care about very much” - someone you love, maybe? maybe?????
  • i love seeing devil lucifer
  • OK BRING HIM BACK NOW PLS I’M READY FOR THIS TO END MY HEART IS BEATING
  • WHAT’S HAPPENING
  • WHAT IS THAT ROOM
  • “don’t go in there” <– my dad WHY NOT
  • “you know why, is he guilty about anything” OH OH OH OHO OH MY DAD KNOWS THIS STUFF OH GOD 
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • I CAN’T DO ANYTHING
  • THIS IS TOO MUCH
  • OH GOD
  • THIS IS TOO MUCH
  • I WNATED HIM TO LOVE HIMSELF BUT NOT LIKE THIS
  • I’M SCREAMING LITERALLY
  • OH GOD PLEASE STOP 
  • “cat burglars? what are you an old-timey desperado” wow ella is great
  • ARE WE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT HE WHISPERED
  • “luci luci luci”
  • oh GOD OH GOD OH GOD WHAT AM I GONNA DO I CAN’T WATCH THIS
  • CHLOEOEEEEE
  • linda u would get into heaven
  • “there are things you don’t know about me” 
  • YES PLEASE SEND CHARLOTTE
  • DAMN MAZE YOU JUST KILLED HER
  • “maze” “oops”
  • amenadiel is standin his ground
  • “ella?” i love THIS
  • “meet ricardo my idiot brother” 
  • YES
  • “i hate you” he says smiling 
  • lucifer i am so sorry baby
  • i am literally shaking
  • TO SAVE THE DETECTIVE AND I NEED TO SAVE HER NOW
  • HE’S NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO GET HER TO GO
  • LUCIFER YOU JUST NEED TO GO OK
  • OH GOD THE MUSIC AND EVERYTHING
  • AMENADIEL DO NOT MOVE
  • LUCIFER WAKE UP
  • MAZE DON’T CRY
  • I JUST THOUGHT OF TOM ELLIS’ INSTAGRAM VIDEO
  • YES HE’S AWAKE PLEASE TELL ME IT WILL WORK OUT OK PLEASE PROMISE ME IT WILL
  • MAZE’S FACE
  • OH THEY SAVED CHARLOTTE TOO YES
  • OH GOD THIS IS GREAT
  • PLEASE BE ABLE TO FIX THIS
  • PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHERE IS DAN AND ELLA
  • OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD THANK YOU
  • THAT MAKES ONE OF US HAHA 
  • I’M HAPPY
  • I CAN’T TURN CAPS LOCK OFF SORRY
  • “should we just pick up where we left off” YES
  • YES YOU SHOULD
  • “we’ll talk later, yeah?” YEAH
  • WHY DOES HIS FACE LOOK LIKE THAT
  • WHAT IS HAPPENING
  • OH LUCIFER ARE YOU STILL HUNG UP ON THAT STOP
  • SHE’S REAL OK
  • “AT LEAST HE DOESN’T PRETEND TO LOVE ME” OH GOD
  • WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY DONE
  • WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
  • I’M GONNA CRY
  • VOICEMAIL 337 THAT’S SO CUTE 
  • I’M SCARED RIGHT NOW I GENUINELY AM
  • WHAT’S SHE GONNA FIND
  • IS HE GONNA BE DEAD OR SOMETHING
  • IS HE GONNA BE THE DEVIL
  • HE’S GONE OH GOD NO
  • NO 
  • NO
  • NO
  • SHE’S SAYING HIS NAME WITH TEARS IN HER EYES
  • MAY????
  • “I DID THIS” YEAH YOU DID CHARLOTTE
  • OH GOD I’M NOT EVEN ALIVE RIP ME
OK so when are we gonna stop this?

How long are people gonna stay pressed about B.I. and Bobby? Seriously it’s been 2 years straight. Get over it.

How long are people gonna act like BTS Namjoon and Suga are the best rappers ever? Seriously it’s been about 3 years, educate yourselves.

How long are people gonna pretend like khiphop is something new, groundbreaking, superior and a COMPLETELY seperate entity from the rest of hip-hop? It’s the same shit in a different language.

How long are people gonna hate Okasian and Keith Ape and pretend that they aren’t Real HipHop™ because they make Trap music? OK we get it you don’t like trap, but your opinion doesn’t make it any less a part of hip-hop.

How long are people gonna pretend like YG ent didn’t have a huge influence on where khiphop is today? If you’ve never heard any of the pre-2005 music of YG, there’s a good chance you’re not that knowledgable of khiphop.

How long are people gonna pretend that Illionaire is the only company making songs about partying, money, and material things in general and use that as a reason to hate them? It’s just not true, not even a little bit.


BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…

How long are people gonna sleep on MIB and Electroboyz? Don’t do this to yourselves.

beanbluester  asked:

For the ask thing: Juleka! :D

My first though was like…“gayyyy” but tbh thats not even like a headcanon anymore lets be real ok? Lets not pretend. Julrose ftw!

Ok so like, I headcanon that she loves cute things, hence her love for Rose! Cause Rose is the cutest I mean she needs PROTECTION OK?!

Anyyyway Juleka has a TON of fluffy plushies and she cries when she sees bunnies. It’s understandable. Bunnies are everything.

(Send me a character and I’ll write a tipsy/drunk headcanon about them!)

I Know What You Did Last Summer: Chapter One: Darkest Desires

Synopsis: Eleanor Swan led a simple, pure life, complete with a nice house in a nice neighborhood where she taught at a nice school and was engaged to her nice, high school sweetheart. One uncomplicated by secret, sin, and seduction. That is, until he plummeted into her life. After Jeon Jungkook captured her lips with his, nothing was ever nice again.

WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAIN ADULT THEMES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

 

Chapter One: Darkest Desires

A tap on the door breaks my concentration—what little I possess anyway—on the tests upon my desk.

“Yes?”

Looking up, I am met with liquid lust eyes, wrapped sensually by a fringe of flirtatious lashes. I swallow the urge to bite my lip, and settle for a tight crossing of my knees. He smirks knowingly, crossing the threshold in one long stride of his legs. The door snicks closed behind his broad shoulders.

We’re alone. Again.

Crap…I really didn’t think this through.

“Ah, Jungkook,” I say, surer than I really feel. “Please, sit.”

His eyes capture mine predatorily as he settles into the cushioned armchair. “What is it, Elle?”

“Miss. Swan,” I say, correcting him sharply. His eyes widen in surprise, but he nods graciously.

“Sorry. Miss. Swan,” he amends. “What did you want to talk about?”

Splaying one hand over the purchase of the desk, I bring myself to stand, empowering myself to delve into our forbidden fling. “This—us—Jungkook. It’s over. It never should’ve happened, and for that, I am so sorry, but it can no longer—.”

In the blink of an eye, much faster than I can track, he is rounding the desk. His breath is on my neck, raising the tiny hairs there until my skin is nothing but trembling gooseflesh. I groan uncontrollably.

“You were saying?”

I can hear that insufferable smirk on his lips, ghosting over the prickled skin of my throat. I steady my voice—my erratic heartbeat—and say, “I’m serious, Jungkook. It’s over.”

A dark, sinful laugh brushes my hair, neck, shoulders. “You sure about that?”

Squelching my eyes closed, I clench my fists at my side and steel my voice the best I can: “Positive.”

Rough, callous-tipped fingers rake over my back; over the sheer, sweaty gauze of my shirt, and I can feel the inhuman warmth of his palm seeping through, burning my flesh, igniting my skin—my desire.

“You sure don’t seem positive, Miss. Swan.”

His lips are so close now. They brush my pulse so gently, so teasingly, and I find myself leaning into him. I find myself lost in the spell of my student once again.

Teeth scrape one cord of my throat, and the hand at my back swivels me around easily, turning me until I face him. One set of fingers come to rest beneath my chin, lifting my face into his. “You are mine. And I am yours. Forever.”

“Forever is a long time,” I murmur over his sensual lips.

A wickedly bitter smirk settles over his mouth at that. “Not for me.”

Those dark, unsettling eyes swallow me as his lips descend upon mine. I don’t have time to consider the cryptic implication to his words, not as his lips begin their primal dance over mine: prodding and licking and nibbling and sucking. It is wonderfully forbidden, his kisses.

Where Hoseok’s kisses have always been chaste and sweet, Jungkook’s are equally carnal and raw. The thought of my fiancé has me hesitating, clutching desperately at his young clawing hands ripping my blouse open in sure, deft movements.

“Please,” I whimper feebly. “Stop.”

He regards me with curious, amused eyes. “Is that what you really want, teacher?”

Shivering under the touch of his fingers on my breast, I bite my lip. “…No.”

A lupine grin litters his mouth, and then he’s raking his way back down my body, one button popping away at a time, until I am clad only in my bra and dress slacks. His fingers brush over the pad-less lace sheltering one of my breasts, and it takes all of my remaining willpower not to beg him to just rip the blasted thing off. He eyes me with a mixture of aching lust and lazy amusement, thumbs circling the already painfully hardened nipples of each breast.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He growls over my mouth, canines digging their way into my lip.

I moan as the perilous line of pain and pleasure is breached. But, then as quickly as his lust was brought on, it dissipates giving way to an expression of curious calmness.

“Get dressed,” he demands, as if he is the teacher—as if he is my superior.

“Wha—?”

“Unless you want another of your students to see you this way?” His eyes trail down the valley of my breasts, to the flat planes of my stomach. I make quick work of my blouse, giving the boy a skeptical look.

“There’s no way that you really heard a student coming toward the office just now. You’re just paranoid. You’d have to be some kind of superhum—.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I can’t hide the shock lining my furrowed brow. Jungkook gives me a mischievous grin, settling back into the chair across the desk. Smoothing my blouse, and my surprise, I open the door gently.

“Hello, Sarah. What can I do for you?” Throwing the door wide, I gesture Jungkook out with my chin, ignoring the wounded glare he throws me on his way into the hall.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted us to start book club without you or not?”

My eyes do not miss her flirtatious glance at the black haired boy stalking down the hallway toward the exit; nor do they miss the way she eyes me with a dark blush. Looking down, I see what has elicited the response: my cleavage.

I clear my throat uncomfortably, fidgeting with my blouse. “I’m so sorry. Excuse me, Sarah. I’ll be right down. Get the meeting started without me, oK?”

“Uhh—all right. Sure.”

Pulling the door closed, I settle back into it with a dull thud. How did I manage to miss three buttons? No, I recall looping each one. But, there they are dangling undeniably from my shirt, winking playfully up at me, sending Jungkook’s message loud and clear: “You can’t hide me forever.”

“All the more reason to be rid of you then.”

XXX

“Hey, sweetheart,” I say, pressing the phone to my ear, shifting the spatula to my other hand. “How was your day?”

A long, frustrated sigh. “It’s not over, babe. I have to stay late. Again.”

“Again? But that’s four times this week. I thought maybe we coul—.” Biting my lip, I frown at the pans of pasta and vegetables simmering on the stove top; the candles on the table; the music drifting in from the stereo in the hallway.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, but tonight I have to stay. You understand, don’t you?” His voice hangs over the static of my heart. I stay silent, and he takes one audible breath. “Come on, Elle. Give me a break. I’m only doing this so we can pay for your dream wedding.”

Our dream wedding,” I snap harshly, immediately murmuring an apology.

“Yes,” he smiles through the phone; I can feel it press over my cheek. “Our dream wedding. I can’t wait until the day comes that you are my wifey for real, until then let’s just play pretend, ok? Just like old times on the playground, remember?”

I can’t suppress the smile on my lips at the memory. “How could I forget? You were always my favorite husband.”

“You were my favorite wife.” I stir the pasta wantonly. “Mostly because you’d feed me half your pb&j.”

Scoffing, I roll my eyes. “Hoseok.”

“Teasing,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Ok, baby, I really gotta go. Love you.”

Swallowing a dry, stubborn lump in my throat, I mean to reply, but he is gone before I can ever utter a single syllable.

XXX

Spending a quiet evening at home alone could not have been a worse idea. All I can think about is Jungkook’s fingers on my skin.

And his inhuman speed.

And his supernatural sense of hearing.

And Sarah’s face as she stared at my cleavage.

Groaning, I press my forehead to my palm. If she spreads a rumor about me and Jungkook, I could lose my job. All it takes is an inkling of suspicion and…

The doorbell chimes. Rising, I trudge toward the door, suddenly exhausted from the day’s events.

“Hello, Miss. Swan.”

“Jungkook?” One blink. Two. He’s still there, slouching against a pillar of the porch. “What are you—? No, no, no. I don’t even want to know. You need to leave—now.”

Shooing him with gentle waves of my hands I block his entrance, but his muscular frame is twice the size of my own lithe, willowy one, and I find myself easily goaded back inside. He kicks the door closed with one combat boot, eyebrow quirked as he takes in the sight of my home for the first time.

“You have a beautiful home, Miss. Swan,” he says politely, all gentleness and kindness. But I can almost smell the lust radiating from his skin, can still glimpse the feral beast beneath the lamb’s disguise.

“Thank you.” I bite my lip, aware of his wandering eyes now settling over me. My fingers toy with the apron string knotted around my waist. “I wasn’t really expecting company, so excuse the mess.”

He smiles, offering a boyish chuckle, but his eyes betray his sensual, powerful, insatiable hunger. “Don’t apologize. My room is always on the messy side. In fact,” he says, stepping closer. And closer. And closer, until we are nose to nose, his warm breath lingering over my lips. “I love messes. But, then, I think you do too, Miss. Swan.”

I back into the banister of the staircase, stammering, “I-I-I don’t k-know wh-what you-you’re—.”

His lips close softly over mine, teeth grazing over them lazily. “Oh, Miss. Swan—you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

I want to resist, to push him away with angry, shaking fists, and finally, finally draw the line in the sand. But, I am too weak—too willing to succumb to these sick, selfish, dark desires.

The apron falls away in a heap among the floor, followed closely by the buttons of my blouse, ripped and scattered and clanging over my feet. I don’t even care. All I can think about now are those warm, calloused fingers running over every inch of my naked flesh, and how all of these clothes seem unnecessary.

“You see? You like messes just as much as me, Miss. Swan.” His voice ripples over my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder. I try in vain to understand a single syllable he’s just said, but surface the drowning feeling lapping at my consciousness with only his name clinging to my tongue.

Jungkook.”

It’s enough. Enough to derail his game—his teasing. Elongated canines sink into my bottom lip, puncturing the skin savagely until the bitter taste of copper floods my mouth.

And then, I see it: the beast is awake. I am entranced by it, by its sheer power and ferocity; by its untamed wildness. Clutching fistfuls of his hair, I try to keep a piece of the sweet boy within tethered to me, but he is gone, morphing into a salacious, primal monster.

“Jungkook?” No answer.

His features do not shift much—just enough to suggest something utterly lupine. A snarling, terrible grin of razor sharp canines. A pair of glittering onyx eyes, afire with a light not of this world. The tell-tale signs of claws emerge from his fingers, and dig their way into my shoulders.

It’s painful. I wince and look away, blinking through an infernal fog that has risen over the furniture and stairway of my home, nearly choking me with its pungent scent.

Yet, I do not stop him. I do not shudder in disgust, nor do I back away in terror; instead I press my bloody lips to his, bound willingly to this strange mystical force. A force that seems eerily familiar to me.

Dark, penetrating eyes caress my cheek, my lips, and finally my breasts—hidden only by the pad-less lace of my bra. The seductive pink of his tongue swipes over his lips. Heat rushes from my cheeks to my belly, a shiver of anticipation coursing my veins. His gleaming fingernails tear gently over my collarbone, leaving thin red scores over my skin. I watch intently, gasping as one bra strap is torn through by those dangerously sharp talons.

“Oops.”

Glaring without much—or any—conviction, I open my mouth to object, but then his mouth is on mine and the fleeting thought leaves my brain. The other strap is soon snipped, and my breasts are bared. Those rough fingertips are quick to cover each pert pink bud, stroking them in fluid circles.

“Mmmnnn.” My eyelids drift closed, his mouth leaving behind my own in pursuit of something creamier to fill it.

Gasping, I feel his lips surround one nipple as his hand continues to tend to the other. The world around me is hazy, but not from the otherworldly fog, from tangible desire. I can see it rippling through the air around us, can smell it hanging over his breath. And, I welcome it fully, spreading my flower for the one boy who should have remained eternally off-limits.

Jeon Jungkook. A mysterious, seductive high school boy.

God, what is wrong with me. I have to stop this. I can’t—

My body refutes my head, continuing to succumb to Jungkook’s teeth and tongue. A darker, ancient voice whispering: You can’t stop this. You don’t want to.

Jungkook’s blazing mouth switches to my other breast. I mewl uncontrollably. And I find that the voice in my head is right.

No. No, I don’t…

XXX

“Yes! YES! THERE! NNGH!”

It has only just occurred to me that the windows are open and it is very likely the neighbors have become an unfortunate audience to this sexual escapade. However, in this present moment of unadulterated bliss, I find I don’t give a damn.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the foyer, my knees and elbows rubbing torturously over the carpet of the stairs. That’s going to be one hell of a rug burn, I consider distantly, but I continue to toss my head back, peering over my shoulder to view the unforgiving thrusts of Jungkook’s hips. His own gaze, however, is trained solely on mine, studying each expression crossing my features.

“Where, Miss. Swan?” A sly, devilish smirk slashes his perfect pout. “Here?”

He hits that spot within me. Hard. I moan through my teeth, my legs becoming jelly beneath me, shaking and shuddering upon the stairs. “Y-yes! Please!”

“Please what, Miss. Swan? You’re going to have to be more specific.” His smirk widens, fingers circling around my hips.

“Jungkook, don’t,” I warn. “I don’t want to play games tonight.”

“Oh?” His brow raises, voice soft—sinfully so—and I know I am in trouble. Deep, agonizing trouble. He pumps slowly into me, only letting the head in, and as I desperately attempt to shove back onto him for delicious friction, I feel his grip tighten over my hips. “Do we play by Miss. Swan’s rules in Jungkook’s classroom now?”

Panting, I roll my eyes over my shoulder. “Your classroom?”

Pulling out slowly, I scream as I feel him fill me again—this time to the hilt. His breath tickles my ear as he bends over me, lips pressing to my temple. “Yes. And, I am more than just your teacher—I am your master.”

It only takes several hard, deep thrusts before I near the cliff of my desire, pooling dangerously in my stomach and breast and mouth. I am losing logic and sense and reason, ready at any moment to beg and barter and sell what I must just to make it over that sweet, sweet precipice.

“Say it,” he growls.

“What?”

Another delicious thrust. His arms twine around my back and across my breasts, hands teasing the aching pink buds. “Who is your master?”

I bite my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Not yet. And then, he slams into me faster and harder and deeper, and I swear I will break or explode or go insane. Only then do the words slide over my tongue. “You. You are my master! ANGGHHH! JUNGKOOK!”

White hot flames lick me from head to toe, making my entire frame convulse and writhe and twist uncontrollably. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s own bliss to take hold of him, releasing in white rivulets over my backside.

And then, a pair of headlights flood the curtains near the front door.

Hoseok.”

XXX

Sooo, what do you think? Make sure to message me with any questions, thoughts, and critiques! Will this be a supernatural series?…(Insert major eyebrow wiggling) Perhaps, my pretties, perhaps…

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So. I did this thing. There was a post a loooong time ago (okay, ~4 months ago but that’s a long time in internet time nowadays) that I can no longer find that also edited Jimmy out and I found it hilarious and cute; basically all the things I find endearing about this fandom. So here it is. Reincarnated in gif form. Muhahahaa now we can pretend it was a real scene. Ok not really. Kind of.

my tyler joseph tiny finger tattoos

actual werewolf steve mccall scott rogers steve rogers

My sister and I have a very dark sense of humor and our first Fathers Day without our dad was hard. So we began a tradition of getting cookies for Fathers Day and the rule was you could have a father or you could have a cookie but you can’t have both.

So for everyone out there with dead dads or deadbeat dads, here’s a cookie for a rough day. For everyone else Happy Fathers Day.