where you end i begin

I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or only our skin -
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin.
—  Beau Taplin 

Whose bad end is this again?

aka thoughts that keep me up at 2am if we had his ROUTE

Begin!AU - Reflection Series : Snowdrop

Snowdrop | Lilac

// o2.18 Happy Birthday J-Hope!

concept: it’s cold and rainy and we’re wrapped closely together. i don’t know where you begin, and where i end. the room is warm, and your lips are on my neck, and i realize that you’re all i’ve ever wanted.

infinitelystrangemachinex  asked:

YOU CAN CHOOSE: SS B-side, either how the rest of the flower-fight went, or what would have happened if Shirayuki hadn't flinched. (Or, I guess, BOTH??)

For as long as she lives, she might never be free of the sight of him crawling up her, over her, moving with almost predatory purpose –

Prey have two instincts: fight or flight. For a moment she is both; she is slow down as well as yes please, and they churn over and over in an endless moment, until –

She doesn’t flinch.

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I love this photo so much because
a) Look at that smiley Stefán. It looks like he just had a cute lil giggle about something. He is a such a pretty, handsome boy and I love him
B) Half into Robbie! You can see where Stefán ends and Robbie begins (bc I for one have a hard time seeing the man while he’s in character–such good acting and makeup/costume work)
3. Black V-neck, ahh so hot
IV. Look at all of those pink wigs! Holy shit that’s a lot of pink wigs!
Fimm) There are not one, but TWO professional looking photos of Shirtless Magnús in the God damn dressing room there, like ok Maggi can you chill

anonymous asked:

If you do seventeen can you do mingyu from seventeen >.< passionate morning sex? Ambw? Thnx luv ur acc btw

Wake up(Ambw):

You didn’t know around what time you had fallen asleep, it was somewhere between 4 and 5 Am. When the roosters were waking up to give their morning call and the bed felt just right for you to bury yourself under the covers. Not too cold and not too warm. Waiting up on your boyfriend was what you had told yourself to do, but that didn’t work out in your favor. He had to work the night shift and so you wanted to be there for him to tell you about his day or not in this case and to just feel his presence. Missing Mingyu was becoming something you weren’t fond of, you enjoyed him being home but he had to work. You both did and though it didn’t make lives harder and it certainly put food on the table, time was not on your sides anymore and that itself sadden you.

When he came home during some time in the next couple of hours, you had managed to let him snuggle up behind you his hands gripping around your waist to cage you against his chest, but exhaustion and sweet blissful blackness was your only concern at the time. Telling yourself you’d see him later you didn’t hear the soft “I love you” that passed from his lips nor feel how he was slowly twitching in his pants.

Mingyu had let you sleep for a few hours laughing to himself how precious you were. Curly locks sprawled out on your pillow, lips parted slightly so that you could take deep labored breaths. His hands gently combed through your soft hair, his eyes roaming over your face. Your soft chocolate skin, your curvy body that was filled in his oversized T-shirt.  Your lips looked so plump and so kissable now. He couldn’t help but want to kiss your lips. So, he leaned down inch by inch until he was pressing his lips against yours thinking that you would at least shift. But when you didn’t when he didn’t hear anything he went for phase two. Hands sliding up from your stomach to grip at your plump breast through his shift. He let his fingers squeeze at the soft mounds, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. When you still didn’t move- but made a small noise he felt some victory. He pulled his hands back, knowing then what would make you wake up quicker than anything else he was trying. He pulled you on your back, gently to keep up the surprise moving between your legs, he got under the cover pressing them down against the sheets.

Mingyu looked at your wet slit for a while before he was sticking his tongue out to softly lick up and down your wet folds. He heard you stifle a noise and that was all he needed to keep going. His fingers parted your pussy lips, his wet pink muscle eager to lick up and down your slit repeatedly. Seeing the juices continuing to build up, he moved to wrap his lips around your clit sucking harshly at the bud moving the covers a bit to stare up at you. He smirked watching you respond to him kissing against your pussy he pulled back some. “Baby girl. Get up, I need you.” He moaned softly grabbing at your thighs wrapping his arms around them to throw them over his shoulders.

Your mind snapped pulling back from the sleep black world only to register the feeling of the wetness inside of your pussy flicking in and out at a fast pace. Eyes shooting open, you immediately gasped seeing your lover between your thick thighs eating out your wet cunt. Your juices were getting on his chin and cheeks as he eyed you shaking his head left to right curling his tongue. You pulled at his hair rolling your hips up against his face. Hardened breast rubbing against the soft cotton shirt, you didn’t give a damn about sleep anymore.

“Please baby, please don’t stop.” You encouraged him feeling him press his thick tongue against your g-spot. Back arching and feet pressing against the middle of his back you squeezed your thighs around his face letting your own head roll back. Loud shouts of pleasure started to rock through your body, your orgasm was slowly building up. Your pussy squeezed around his tongue, feeling him graze at your pink walls was heaven itself. The shirt making you feel too hot that part of you wanted to rip it off but the other part couldn’t move or do anything else but focus on the beautiful man buried tongue deep in your pussy. He flicked and ground his tongue against your walls, every now and then making a soft vibration with his tongue he moaned pulling back to bite at your pussy lips causing you to whine.

“I got something better for you baby girl.” He promised moving to kiss up your body, his lips soon pressing against yours allowing you to taste yourself. He sucked on your tongue slowly, letting your tongues swirl and battle he pushed down his boxers letting his dick spring out to greet the cold air. He groaned as he felt the precum pressing against his lower belly, moving your legs wider with his hands he ground his dick up and down your wet slit causing a string of groans to leave both of your parted lips. Head rolling back, you broke the kiss pulling him closer.

“Stop teasing me.” You practically begged him nipping on his ear. He gave a curt nod and a moan aligning himself with your tightening entrance he slowly pushed himself inside of you burying his dick to the hilt. His shaft penetrating your tight walls and stretching you out to fit him, it was the best feeling ever. He grabbed at your hands, lacing his fingers with yours pressing them above your head crossed over each other. He smiled down at you leaning down to press soft kisses against your lips.

“Good morning.” He husked out, pulling out slowly only to push back in keeping the pace light and shallow at first.

“G-good morning baby boy.” You called back to him, your hands squeezing onto his as he teased you with the slow torturous pace of his hips. “Move faster.” You whined watching him only for him to shake his head.

“Enjoy me. Feel me inside of you. Enjoy this. We never get to take it slow anymore. For once let’s find out where you begin and I end.” He grinned lazily leaning down to press his lips back against yours.

He moved in a slow motion, his hips circling to grind himself deeper into your pussy his hips pressing against your hips. Of course, you bucked your hips up at his pace, deciding to meet his thrust to give him pleasure as well. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you let your tongues dance together not a heated kiss this time around, just one filled with passion, want and desire. He let his hands press yours harder down against the mattress as he continued to fill you up filling all of you. His hips begin to pick up the pace a little bit, snapping himself against you he let his length drive a bit deeper. He was good at controlling himself, his tongue tasting your wet cavern all along your cheeks, teeth and roof of your mouth. Your lips molding against one another he was enjoying the little whines you had to hold back because of the kissing. He moved back breaking the kiss when he felt your chest rise and fall quickly letting you moan out your feelings instead of keeping them in.

Mingyu looked down at your bouncing breast that moved with every roll of his hips, his mouth leaning down he latched his mouth onto your left nipple sucking it through the shirt. It elicited more cries from your lips, your pussy instantly tightening around him and the sheer pleasure. He was so good when it came to making love to you like this. How he concentrated on your body, his eyebrows knitted together and hips finding a steady rhythm and angle to hit at your spot. His mouth now working on your right nipple after creating a wet spot on your shirt. He lost himself in you and you enjoyed seeing it all. Your lower stomach started to knot up and tighten causing you to sharply snap up your hips and shut your eyes letting your mouth fall open.

“I’m so close Mingyu.” You called out for him in a warning.

Letting his hips pick up the pace yet again he started to slide all the way out until just the tip was inside of you before he started to pound away at your insides. He fucked you into the mattress hard and deep but not letting his pace get too out of control. He held onto your hands tighter, pressing his hips against yours so that he could rub his hips against your clit, wanting the little bundle of pleasure to send you over the edge. Your breathing became shallow, eyes lidded and mouth parted, you watched him move onto of you. He smirked lazily sticking his tongue out to draw patterns on your tongue lazily and that was all it took. A few more thrusts and you were tightening around him like a vice, gripping him your limbs locked as you came on his dick with a loud cry of his name. Mingyu urged you on, with erratic thrust he kept the hard, deep pace on you feeling your wet walls and your cum slide onto his shaft. He continued to pound away at your walls until he was pulling out of you letting his cum slide onto your lower stomach. Groaning he jerked his hips forward rubbing the underside of his dick onto your stomach to milk himself of everything he had. Pausing once he was satisfied he leaned down to press his lips against yours in another gentle kiss.

He moved back, going to get off the bed to grab a towel and rinsing it with warm water he came back to you wiping off your stomach and cleaning your pussy while he was at it. Moving to throw the towel into the basket he grabbed at his boxers causing you to pout and grip his arm as he walked out the room.

“Where. Are you going?” You asked trying to tug him back into the bed and he laughed.

“I just made sure my princess had her desires met. Now I need to feed her tummy because I let her go back to sleep. You need two in one, right?” He teased leaning down to kiss your lips before he walked off to the kitchen leaving you a soft flustered mess.


Radiohead - Where I End And You Begin (Kansas City, MO April 5th, 2017)

Elsewhere - agent85 - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T

Words: 4,350

After dealing with Radcliffe’s LMD, Jemma finds that she can’t sleep. It turns out that Daisy’s in the same predicament, but for different reasons. What follows is a discussion of love, loss, and regret in which both women have a chance to finally talk about the things that have been weighing them down.

[Missing scene set sometime after Hot Potato Soup]

“May I?”

She gestures towards the couch, and Daisy answers by closing the book and sitting up, allowing Jemma to sit next to her. She puts her elbows on her knees and watches the book in her hand.

“You ever read this?”

It’s not until Daisy holds up the cover that Jemma can actually see what it is: The Giver.

Jemma considers the question. “It was assigned reading in school,” she admits, “but I was far more interested in my science textbooks.”

Daisy smiles as she shakes her head, and Jemma braces for a friendly jab, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Daisy’s eyes go back to the book.

“If you could take a memory—any memory—and just … give it to someone else, would you? If you knew it wouldn’t hurt them the way it hurts you?”

[Read it in AO3!]


I think of the things I’d like to say to you when you’re standing in front of me, mere feet away.

In all honesty, I’d probably be too shy or chagrined at myself or overwhelmingly smitten by your presence to say anything at all.

But I still think up of all the craziest poetic statements I’d want to say to your face just to watch your expression change from that solemn one to that amused one to that wild one. All that change, all that dynamic combustion of emotions you feel and that I, in my own way, compelled.

I’d tell you, I want your lips tattooed to the side on my neck – here, just where the curtain of my hair courts the crook where my shoulder ends at my irresistibility begins.

I’d tell you, I want those sinewy hands on my hips, those pianist fingers digging into my flesh, that fanned stance you’d assume as if in the middle of a dance where you dip me and I cling to your deceptively muscular form. And you smile, a smooth deceptively calculating spread of victory when the surface of the table miraculously lends credence to the arch of my back.

You brought me here. You do me here. I’m at your bidding and you know it. So release that Irish wilderness all over me. Whip up a ginger storm and ravage my clover field. Unchain that ancient beast to claim my bare territory. Do unto me as the Celtic melodies do at the very depths of the crashing sea and consume me, Bill.

“I’m ready. Take me.”