you should tell me to stop

Shoulder To Cry On

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PAIR: Namjoon x READER

SUMMARY: You break up with your asshole boyfriend and of course go to your favorite shoulder do cry on - Namjoon - only today you want a little more than a comforting hug from him, feeling needy and all.

The tears burned when they rolled down you cold cheeks. It was so cold you thought they might turn into ice. Embarrassed to be crying in public, you throw you hood over your head in attempts of hiding your face. 

You couldn’t stay in there though, not with him in there, not with what just happened. Arriving early from work you had already made plans in your head of how you would bake your boyfriends favorite desert to surprise him when he’d get home from work. Now you looked down at your hand all sticky from shoving your fist in the cake and throwing it at his face when he told you there was someone else. You felt so stupid. 

Knowing that you weren’t gonna sleep at home tonight, you knew you needed to call a friend. Not your parents, they would be bothered by the drama and honestly you couldn’t take your father saying he was right about that punk all along. Going through your contacts you finally found Namjoon’s name in there. The person you always called, your best friend. He picked up fast as always with a soft what’s up.

“Sorry to bother you but can I come over?” You say, voice shaky as you try to compose yourself. You didn’t want him to hear your sniffles and worry him over the phone like that, but of course he picked up on your tone.

“Are you crying Y/N?” he shuffles behind the phone and you can picture him sitting up in worry. “Let me pick you up please,” 

“No I’m close, I’ll be there soon.” you say quickly and hang up. It wasn’t a lie, you walked for about ten minutes before you were at his door. You had time to collect yourself but the second Namjoon opened the door to his apartment and you saw his soft-looking face you started to cry. He pulled you in for a hug in silence and you hung onto his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his arm. Right now you just needed someone to comfort you, no demands and no pushing. He was never judgmental and always reassuring when you were sad.

“Come on,” he lead you to the living room with his arm thrown around your shoulders and a soft smile. Your body was shaking against his because of the hysteric crying. “Calm down please,” he sounded worried as you sat down on the couch. His body was warm to cuddle up against and his firm hands held you and made you calmer. You sat like this, your body shaking against his embrace for a while in silence.

“Where are your parents?” you broke the silence, mumbling it into his arms.

“Vacation.” he whispered against your scalp as his head was resting on your head. 

Nodding you closed your eyes listening to his heartbeat. You decided to just let it out.

“He’s been cheating on me-” 

There. It was out and you could’ve sworn Namjoons heart skipped a beat. 

Are you kidding me?” he asked, trying to be calm but you could hear him curse silently. He pulled away from your hug and grabbed your arms that covered your face wet from the tears. He looked into your red puffy eyes. “Fuck- Who does he think he is, making you hurt like this?” he gritted through his teeth. “I’m sorry but what the fuck? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t go over there and punch that stupid ass grin off his face! That asshole should be lucky to have you!” 

You bit your lip and studied Namjoons face. You could tell he was genuinely upset, his vein in his forehead popping and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stood up after you forgot to answer him when he asked if he shouldn’t just go and punch the guy. 

“Stop,” you pin him with a look and grab his arm. 

He cheated on you?” his face showed an expression of confusion, not dropping it yet.

“It’s okay, leave it. He’s trash.” you sigh and try to pull Namjoon down to sit next to you again by the arm. He plunged down on the couch and grunted. You just needed comfort and Namjoon was your therapy. At that moment you realized what you needed, a distraction. That’s what you used Namjoon for, on friendly terms. Tonight was different though, because you couldn’t deny how sexy he looked when he got pissed. 

You let your hand wrap at the back of his neck and play with his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails. Namjoon sighed at the soothing feeling. His eyes were closed and his lips where parted and looking more inviting then they had ever. You feel the urge to lick at his bottom lip but a voice tells you not to overstep the boundaries of friendship like this. Of course you ignored said voice and instead you pulled his head closer to yours by the neck and he opened his eyes, wincing in pain at your sudden pulling of the hair in the nape of his neck. His eyes dart open and meet your face, unfamiliarly close to yours. You lean forward to close the gap between yours and his mouth. The feeling of his plump lips against yours is too brief, your legs tingling at the contact.

“What are you-” Namjoon breaths, obviously taken aback at the sudden kiss. Instead of letting him finish his sentence or answering, you tilted your head to kiss him again deeper. This time desire takes over your body, his silky lips kissing you back and you suck at his bottom lip. “Y/N,” he tried to protest but it came out weak, almost as a sigh of pleasure. Your hand rubbed his neck and moved to the collar of his shirt to pull him against your body because close wasn’t close enough right now. Never had you desired Namjoon like this before, but this was exactly the distraction you needed right now. Your hands were all over him but his were still lying on his sides, not daring to caress or touch your body.

Namjoon wasn’t touching you but not for any reason suggesting that he didn’t want this. Oh he wanted this. He had thought and fantasized about it many times. Your lips on his, the noises you’d make or what you would like in bed. He knew he couldn’t let you go too far, he’d feel like he was using you when you were vulnerable. He knew he had to stop you, but he wanted to feel your wet hungry mouth on his for just a little longer. 

“Wait, Wait-” Namjoon pulled away and licked his lips looking directly at you. Cheeks flushed and lips all swollen you looked so gorgeous. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t the way it should happen, if it even should in the first place. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m using you when you’re vulnerable.” you chuckled at his sweet words and for some reason him being such a gentleman just turned you on even more. 

As a grown woman you could take your own decisions and what you knew right now is that you needed sex. You needed to get fucked. Namjoon was looking very fuckable this very night, his shirt falling off his left shoulder after you pulled him closer by the collar, revealing his collarbones. The sight just made you bite your lip. He gulped under your hungry gaze.

“Namjoon,” you sighed his name and pressed your thighs together for relief. “I need you to fuck the sad out of me.” You practically moaned into his neck and you placed a wet kiss behind his ear. Namjoon couldn’t believe your blunt honesty and a shiver went down his spine as he thought of fucking you. You climbed on top of his lap straddling his hips and continued to kiss his neck. “Please,” you whined and rolled your hips down on his, smirking because he was already hard. 

At that moment Namjoon would break. He leaned his head towards you and caught your lips in a more aggressive kiss, his hands finally grasping your waist tightly. His lips parted and your tongues met, his exploring your mouth and sucking at it. The warm feeling of lust spreading in your stomach made you moan into his mouth. Namjoons hips rutted involuntarily against your ass from hearing you moan like that. Simply his kisses made you wet and you wondered why he affected you like this? Was it just today or was it Namjoon? Because you had never felt desire like this before. 

Namjoon let his hands travel up your warm back under your tank top and unclasped your bra, taking it off underneath the tank top. He grabbed your hair and yanked it lightly as a sign for you to pull away from his mouth so he could look up at you. You lips were red from kissing and your hard nipples stood against the thin fabric of your tank top. Teasingly you rolled your hips against Namjoons crotch and he gasped. His expression showed his state of horny. His eyes were half hooded and the tip of his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. 

His big warm hands rested on your sides and you put yours on top of them. Slowly you guided them towards your breasts and he let his thumbs brush against your nipples through the fabric. You whined softly and he pulled the shirt over your breasts in a swift movement. He took your nipple in to his mouth and rolled the other one between his fingers. Overwhelmed, you threw your back with your hands in his hair and moaned at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. 

“Your moans make my cock twitch in my pants baby,” Namjoon moaned against your skin and you bit back a smile. He kissed between your breasts and looked up at your face and he thought your face morphed in pleasure was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Noticing his intense gaze you lean down to bite at his bottom lip. He grunts into your mouth as you push down on his hard crotch. 

“Enough,” he says loudly and rids his shirt. He can’t wait right now, the waiting is excruciating. Here you were, half naked on top of him and asking him to fuck you and he felt like he was gonna die from being so turned on. He needed to be inside you so bad.

You kissed him, a needy kiss with your lips pulling at his tongue and you whine into his mouth. He understands you’re eager and so is he. 

“No time for foreplay Namjoon,” you pant against his lips when he tries to snake his hand inside your underwear. “Just fuck me.” 

He doesn’t need to hear it twice and pulls off his pants, his dick standing into the air. You motion for him to get on his knees on the couch like you and you’re facing each other, kneeling on the couch with your tongue down each others throats. Grabbing his neck you spin around so your back is pressed against his front. With a pull on Namjoons neck you get in all fours, pulling him to lean over you and you push your ass against his dick. He hisses, grabs your waist and takes in the sight of you on all fours, your back arched for him. Your ass is on the air and he let’s his palm slide over the curve of your ass. 

“You look so good like this,” He moans. Like he had pictured it so many times before. Not that he was gonna tell you about that.

“Shut up and just fuck me,” you pant, looking at him with a smirk. He smiles at you, grabbing his dick and letting the tip graze your entrance. You gasp and he smirks at the newfound power he has over you now when you were so needy. 

“Namjoon-” you where gonna beg him to just fucking give it to you and so he does, interrupting you. His dick sinks inside you and you gasp at the feeling, so full. A tingle goes through your body and reaches your toes as the feeling of his dick hard inside you. Namjoon daydreamed of this moment so long but now that he finally was inside your wet and tight pussy he didn’t know how he was gonna handle it. How was he supposed to not cum within three seconds when you felt this fucking good?

“Jesus,” he hissed and threw his head back. Any sounds he made just turned you on and you really felt it at the pit of your stomach when he’d moan or gasp. Knowing it was you who did that to him got you so fucking hot. 

Namjoon started moving his hips, watching his cock slowly disappearing inside you and not believing how hot this was. You bit your lip and braced yourself against the couch. 

“Baby, you feel amazing,” Namjoon moans and starts to pick up a slightly faster pace. His dick stretched your walls deliciously but it wasn’t enough, you wanted more and faster and harder. 

Almost as if he could read your mind he grabbed your hips and started slamming into you harsher and faster, the sudden switch-up having you moan loudly and cursing at the instant pleasure. Namjoon grits his teeth and throws his head back, his hips slamming into yours. His big hand swings at your ass and you gasp at the sharp pain if his smack. You can practically visualize the hand print on your ass that’s bouncing on his dick. Namjoon chuckled out of breath. 

Namjoon leaned forward to kiss at the back of your neck and down on you shoulders, still pounding into you, his body pressed tightly against his. He tongues your neck and takes your earlobe between his teeth. The pleasure is coming from all angles and you didn’t know how to handle it. Your hand went to grab Namjoons hair and you pushed ass back to meet his thrusts mid-way. He moaned at the sensation as you clenched your pussy around him.

Pleasure gathered in the pit of your stomach and you made sure to tell him how good he made you feel. Boosting his ego was a good idea because it made him want to fuck you even better and harder, exactly what you wanted! Namjoons hands roamed over your waist, feeling your warm skin and sending shivers all over your body as he kneaded your ass. Your toes curled and every thrust with his hips had his dick grazing your g-spot. His hand grabbed your shoulder for steady support as he continued to fuck you. 

“I’m gonna cum,” You gasp and hearing you say that had his dick twitching and his eyes rolling at the back of his head. His head fell to hang low and with every thrust came a grunt, your noises filling up the room. Every thrust most sloppy and eager for release. His hand reached to your front and he pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbing circles, causing your whole body to squirm and you moaned his name. Your pussy clenched around his dick as you felt yóur orgasm travel trough your body, First at the pit of your stomach and then the tingling sensation traveled down your legs and had you moaning his name over and over through your orgasm. 

Baby- Fuck,” Namjoon moans. Your walls clenching around him and your voice calling his name so sweetly is what set Namjoon over the edge and soon he was choking on his on moans and coming inside you. 

You slumped down on the couch just like that and Namjoon took a minute to collect himself before getting up to give you a towel. You sit up and you and Namjoon look at each other in silence. You’re both still naked, he’s pulling his boxers on and you both start laughing out of nowhere. You were best friends who just fucked and on top of it, the sex was amazing. What the hell could you do except laugh? 

“That was,-” Namjoon starts.

“-Amazing?” You suggest and he laughs shaking his head. “Thanks,” you say softly. He knows you don’t just mean it for the sex but for the support. Namjoon snickers.

“Friendly favor, am I right?” 

EXO Reaction to going on a road trip with you and a few of their friends & ending up falling in love with you

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


“Come here.. help with this yes? I’m sure you are better than me” *He’d do everything to be with you all the time during the trip*


*Gonna be silly the whole trip* “Why is this happening to me… my cool image is lost… she’s not going to like me anymore T^T” *lies you are perfect*


*He won’t let the opportunity go and will do everything he can to get close to you* “No… do this… oh your hands are really soft… let’s play again”


*Trying to control his feelings* “Why did this have to happen now? I’m going to be with her the whole trip…. and I can’t stop thinking that I want to kiss her”


“Y/N.. you are sitting next to me… Leave those guys alone, I want to be with you” *So straight forward*


*He’ll be all over you* “I’m not leaving your side! Let’s be trip partners yes? I like being with you!”


*Probably will convince the boys to leave you and him alone every now and then* “They went to explore the city.. do you want to go somewhere nice with me?”


*You’d catch him staring at you and biting his lips every now and then* “I need to stop daydreaming… she’s going to suspect…. ahh but she’s so pretty and I’m sure her lips are so soft and…”


*I’m super hot mode on* “If we are going to spend so much time together… I better start working on making her fall for me…”


*He’d probably ask Sehun to help him* “Should I tell her now? No? don’t leave me alone with her! What if I mess up?” *Squishy*


*He’d probably try to get your attention in any way he can* “Hey… wake up. Shh… don’t wake them up, I want to take you somewhere… come with me, you’ll like it”


*lord knows how he does it, but by the end of the week you two will be inseparable* 

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

anonymous asked:

How should I explain to my religious grandma that I want to have a tea party with Lucifer for thanksgiving?

If you must tell her, then I suggest perhaps trying to do it delicately. XD I’m fortunate enough that my family has stopped questioning me about my choices seeing as I have Lucifer tattoos on both arms. XD I hope your tea party goes well. ;D

Originally posted by lucifer-is-pretty

anonymous asked:

You know what I love? My mom refusing to accept Im trans, outright denying it when i come out to someone while she's right there, which takes balls to do. Then going to a teacher talk, who im out to, and having them both tell me its a phase that I'll stop when i grow up(still 17l, and that, if im so happy not having to hide being trans anymore "then why are you still depressed? It should be solved by now if thats what it is and you're not just fooling the counselor, but therapy is good and all."

In so sorry she’s being so ignorant. I hope you can survive alongside her until you can get away and be yourself! 💙 -Matt

anonymous asked:

In response to people asking the victims of childhood abuse why they didn't alert the authorities, they were kids! Kids don't always know all the forms of abuse and don't know what to do. You would assume that your parent or guardian is correct, or that people won't believe you,that you will be punished. I don't understand why people blame the victim, and don't say a word against the bully/attacker who is an adult and should know better. *whew* ok vent done, thank you for letting me voice that.

I understand.  I get asked a lot why I didn’t tell my (loving, caring, supportive father) that my caretaker was abusive.  I was afraid that no one would believe me, because that is what the caretaker had led me to believe (she also implied heavily or sometimes said outright that I deserved this treatment: I was difficult, it was so stressful to take ‘care’ of me, if I wanted the treatment to stop I had to be a better child, it was my fault for pushing her to the edge, this wasn’t what she wanted with her life, etc.  I felt I deserved it, and that is part of why a lot of kids don’t tell).  They’re just kids in a big scary world with a messed up system that a lot of times works against them.  You cannot and should not blame them for that.

anonymous asked:

Because people want to kiss your ass doesn't mean they're right. Your writing sucks. It's terrible. The only people who want to write with you are idiots who mistake popularity for quality. You could have a million followers and your writing would still be shit. And you know it. Otherwise you wouldn't go begging for validation. You suck, your writing sucks, your character sucks. Kindly fuck off and stop pretending anyone cares about you.

[Hm. Someone should inform scientists that a pile of dog shit has become sentient and is on the loose. Please, tell me why you follow me if you dislike my writing? How absolutely worthless and pathetic is your sad little life that you send anonymous hate? Because damn bro, I’ll admit my life is complete shit and I’d still never send anyone anonymous hate. So, you’re worse than me. Huh, if you hate me this much I wonder how much you hate yourself?

I mean, I don’t have to fuck off. You aren’t the king of tumblr, sweetie. I don’t have to do anything that you say. But if you truly hate me there is this thing called the unfollow button. Press that and I won’t show up on your dash anymore. Like magic!]

anonymous asked:

but you seen the fics she write? that not something aro people write! why should ya believe anything she say? she lying! i tell you she lying!!!! i start questioning her if i you...

I haven’t read any of her fics and again; none of my business, and it shouldn’t be yours either. She knows herself Better than you or me soooo kindly stop bothering me and leave Gracie alone

Darkiplier Never Left: A Theory

Okay, so this theory has been bouncing around in my brain since March, and I’ve briefly touched on it before, but I’ve never fleshed it out on here. Buckle in, homies. This is a long ride full of excessive bolding and italics, and we’ve abandoned the land of chill and “Read More”s.

As always, this connects to my other theories.They’re not required reading, but they will definitely help. I’ll link to the two most relevant ones (which are also the two most popular ones, so that’s neat!): The big bad, which explains the purpose of each of the egos in Markiplier TV; and this one, which explains why Mark is trying to undermine Dark.

In Markiplier TV, there are two heads to the table. One of them has already presented his plan to take back control. We’re about to witness the plan of the other. 

What is the plan exactly? Well, that much we’re not sure of, yet, except that one of the clues we’ve been given is a piece of what looks to be a ransom note. We’ve also been given a still from some security cam footage, which, when brightened, has a clear anaglyph (red/blue) effect. (You can view the brightened version here, courtesy of the lovely @amycampbell00.) This leads many to believe that someone (Mark, most likely) has been taken hostage, and that Dark is behind it. I agree with this, but I think that we’re making a mistake in assuming that this is a recent development. In fact, the point I’m here to make in this post is that Dark has had control of the channel since his very first official appearance in February. 

Let’s take a look at the psychology behind Dark as a character. He has two serious hyper-focuses: control and choice. Control is what he desires; choice is what he denies. During the Horror route of A Date with Markiplier, his obsession with the concept of choice is emphasized repeatedly. 

What’s interesting about this is that he follows this statement by, technically, giving you a choice– but what he presents you with is actually just the illusion of choice. It may seem like there are different paths to take, but only one will actually make a difference. The rest send you directly to dead ends. No matter what you do, you will, ultimately, have to make the “choice” that he has been leading you to all along. 

Immediately after this exercise in futility, he extolls the virtues of avoiding choice altogether and letting him have control. 

Okay, so why is this relevant? Well, consider this: we also know that Dark doesn’t exactly obey the laws of space and time. (Mark directly mentioned this fact in the February live stream.) Not only that, but he has some semblance of control over it as well– when you try to escape during the Exit video, he immediately creates a time loop and sends you back inside. He has complete and utter control of the situation at every moment, and if things don’t go the way he plans, he can literally manipulate the world around him. 

Knowing all of this, why would Dark then allow us to make this choice?

He wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.

This man just spent the entirety of his time with us asserting that he was in control, and that choices are not only unnecessary, but dangerous. He set up a false choice to emphasize that point. There is no way he would give us a genuine choice after all of that. It goes against everything we know about him. Even if he was genuinely caught off guard (which I find hard to believe, but that’s a point for another post), he would not set himself up in a position of vulnerability that would immediately undermine all of his efforts up to that point. Any sort of “weakness” he would present would only be in the service of a greater purpose. 

Darkiplier can manipulate what we see. He can manipulate what we hear. He can manipulate the laws of space and time. He doesn’t need to give us any power over him. 

He’s tired of giving people a choice, and we are no exception. We don’t have the option to shoot Dark. We never did.

No matter what we choose, we will be shooting Mark. Mark didn’t escape on his own to confront Dark– if he had, Dark would have simply thrown him back in as he did in the Exit video. No, Dark let him escape. Dark let the gun fall at our feet. And Dark let us shoot him– except, of course, that he didn’t. The only difference your “choice” makes is how long he pretends to be the real Mark. 

 This all circles back around to his obsessions: he will give us the illusion of control over the situation and a choice in the outcome, when in reality, we have neither. And these things shape the most dangerous illusion of them all: the illusion of safety.

Mark isn’t in control of the channel. Mark hasn’t been in control of the channel for a long, long time. We already know that Dark can imitate Mark flawlessly, and he’s been doing so for months. Those brief moments in videos that appear to be Dark exercising the weak amount of power he has left? Those are simply to make us believe he’s not running the show. He’s practically taunting us.

He’s been pulling the strings for months now, patiently waiting for the right time to step out from the shadows and reveal his plan. Judging by the events of the past few days, he’s finally ready. The real question is, 

are we?

Stages of watching the “Not Today” MV

other “Stages of…”(BTS): 1   2   3

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*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”


That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

okay, can we talk about keith’s vlog tho? because all i see right now is that “we already have too much keith” and it makes me mad so i need to rant. here we go.

first of all, coran was so happy that he set up this system so he and the team could record vlogs and maybe talk about fun things and stuff like that. but keith lived on a desert for so long he didn’t even know what “fun” is at this point and he’s not the kind of person that would talk simply to fill the silence. so of course when you tell him to sit in front of the camera and talk, he will finally just say whatever is on his mind. and he starts to talk about being half-galra? 

like, it’s on his mind all the time; not only that he’s not 100% human but also that because of who he is allura hated him and other altea people would probably feel the same. most of the time keith acts like he doesn’t care about anyone but maybe shiro, but the truth is he cares so much? about what allura thinks, about what hunk thinks. he just bottles it up like everything else.

and then the “vol- tron” scene with lance. keith still thinks about that! he’s frustrated because a stupid chant shouldn’t be this complicated but keith thinks it’s important to lance. he doesn’t understand even tho he wants to! i don’t know, i just felt like pointing this out because of Reasons. 

and then probably the most important part. where keith talks about how his mom left him and that’s the reason he has trust issues. like, holy shit, of course you’d have trust issues and if i’ll ever see one more person getting mad at keith for being angry about shiro’s disappearance, i’m throwing hands. both his parents apparently didn’t give a damn about him and shiro was the only person he had, he was and is his only family so of course keith was angry. and in this last part of his vlog we saw how vulnerable he really is, he opened up so much i was surprised because keith is usually a very reserved person when it comes to his feelings, so i think that we saw more character development in those three minutes than in the whole show and it’s important! 

so if you think that it was a waste of time and they’re “shoving keith down your throat” (i saw someone saying that here on tumblr) then i hope you’ll choke on him, because honestly? keith is one of the more interesting characters in the show both because of his backstory and behavior/development. 

so do i think that the other characters deserve more screentime too? of course! matt fucking holt is my fave character so you don’t get to talk to me about too little screentime. but do i think that they should stop giving us more keith content and that it’s okay to insult keith because of the amount of time he’s getting? well, let me tell you that this is bullshit. 


every mitch outfit: ptxperience edition (part one) // (part two) (three) (four)

To wholeheartedly be that guy, I have this to say.

You are allowed to dislike a ship/fandom, you are allowed to like a ship and be in a fandom, no one’s stopping you. You can ship whatever your heart desires, and you can have reasons for disliking a ship.

But let me say this.

You can disagree with a person when it comes to a ship, hell yeah, you have that right. You can even say why you dislike it, why you don’t support it, all these grand things, but you want to know what should never be done? Attacking the shippers. Telling them to kill themselves, that they should die, all because of a fucking fictional relationship.

It’s sickening.

Just don’t, talk it out, but don’t attack them. Don’t witch hunt them.

And if someone doesn’t ship it, don’t attack them. Don’t witch hunt them.

We all enjoy different things, we always will have different preferences, but to be blunt, don’t be a fucking dick about it.

ptw30  asked:

Hihi! You mentioned on AO3 you have no prompts for Ulaz and Shiro right now, so...if you're still taking prompts, would you mind writing one about Ulaz and Shiro - maybe at the Blade headquarters? Thanks!

Ohhhh I do not mind. I do not mind at all.

Technically they aren’t at the Blade headquarters here, but. Um. I’m not sorry. 


Kolivan is not pleased when Ulaz calls him from halfway across the galaxy.

“There were no other options,” Ulaz repeats, for the third time. Kolivan stares back at him from the communication screen, silent and impassive. His mask is down, but it’s no improvement: Kolivan’s face is nearly as stoic and unreadable as if he had the mask up.

Nearly. Ulaz isn’t fooled. The tick in the corner of Kolivan’s eye and the small flare of his nostrils give him away.

“Be that as it may,” Kolivan says. His tone speaks volumes, too: brusque, blunt, syllables sharper and harsher than usual. ‘Not pleased’ is an understatement. “I cannot permit you to come blindly back to headquarters after such a foolish sacrifice.”

“My actions were not foolish,” Ulaz insists, defensive and heated. The comm unit in the stolen Galra ship is small, made smaller by the tracking devices Ulaz ripped out and dismantled with his bare hands. The ship was intended for short journeys; it was never meant to make the long trek Ulaz faces now. “Against your timing, perhaps, but not foolish. Thace is still on board. He will remain as informant for as long as physically and feasibly possible.”

“The choice was not yours to make.”

“And yet I have made it.”

“At what cost?” Kolivan asks. The comm image blurs for a tick before it steadies, stable. “Your plan has failed. This was your alternative?”

Ulaz casts a glance over his shoulder. Shiro’s asleep, propped up against the far wall - ‘far’ is a generous statement. This ship is too small. Shiro’s tucked his back into a corner, his arm cradled to his chest. He’s sleeping off the drug and what Ulaz is fairly certain is a concussion.

“No,” Ulaz admits, quietly, “This was not part of my plan.”

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Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Rich, Rob, Dallas (OC)
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anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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