#I lost it at the eyelash extensions lmao

[ryansjane]

#girlhood

[goingmorry]

first of all, CONGRATULATIONS ON 400!!!! omg im so excited for you because you deserve it, all your writings are so good <33333 ily!!!! u are a gem 2 the op writing community<33 omg may i request to be blessed by aphrodite w sanji, corazon, or zoro? once again congratulations omgggg🥰🥰

Tags: first kiss, it’s just fluff lmao

Word Count: 827

Author's Note: Hello, love!!! 💖💖💖 You are the sweetest angel! You know I feel the same way about your works. 🥰 I chose Corazon because you’re my heart and you’re the only person who requested him and this boy NEEDS! ALL! THE! LOVE! By the way, I definitely did not rush to get this piece out as soon as possible because his birthday was yesterday.

You inhale the irresistible scents of rose and myrtle. With the goddess of love and beauty by your side, your beloved can’t help but be overwhelmed with feelings of passion and intense desire. Romantic love is, indeed, a force to be reckoned with.

Donquixote Rosinante prides himself as a man dedicated to his craft. His extensive military career speaks for itself, having specialized in undercover missions, covertly infiltrating enemy bases by assuming the role of a natural-born actor. It’s safe to say that he’s rehearsed the same series of lies multiple times before.

But for once, his years of training in the art of deception prove to be useless, and his ability to maintain composure shatters. All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window.

“You’re not exactly subtle, you know?” your voice rings unusually loud in his ears despite the bustling street noise in the background.

Unsure of how to respond, he doesn’t refute your statement, slowly blinking at you behind long eyelashes as he takes a drag of his cigarette – the flames nearly consuming the entirety of the roll. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s rendered speechless.

“I have this strange feeling that you’re trying your best not to kiss me,” you press on, your eyes flickering momentarily to his matte lips when he exhales a puff of smoke, “Am I wrong?”

He’s aware that he’s fighting a losing battle.

One that he’ll have to concede when he hears you utter your next words.

“Then,” a step forward from you, a longing look from him. The light in his cigarette snuffs out as it falls to the floor. There’s barely any space separating the two of you now.

Feathers fluttering in the cool breeze, the weight of his coat begins to feel heavy on his back. His warmth begins to mingle with yours, cocooning you in a protective embrace.

Rosinante’s overly conscious of the feel of your supple skin beneath his coarse fingertips – lost in the faint smell of perfume that reminds him of colorful wildflowers, blooming passionately in all directions, and blanketing meadows in brilliant hues of rainbow. He’s unaware of when it happens, but in the time you close the distance, his hands circle your lithe frame, and he’s holding your delicate body in his arms.

“What are you waiting for?”

As if turning off a switch, the incoherent mesh of strangers chattering about abruptly stops, replaced by clumsy hand movements and bizarre body language, their mouths opening and closing in muted silence. The repetitive shouts from street vendors advertising their goods and ushering in unsuspecting passersby to their stores completely dissipate into nothingness. Until, all that’s left is complete and utter–

Silence.

The kind of unnatural calmness that can only be triggered by his devil fruit powers.

He doesn’t do this to be considerate – far from it, in fact. His actions are motivated by selfish desire, to hear every shaky breath you take when he finally leans in to steal your lips, every gasp you release when he peppers your face in soft kisses – as light and tender as the cool breeze caressing your heated skin – every shudder that wracks your body when his touch lingers innocently over the smooth expanse of your neck.

So that your sole focus is on him.

Evidently, there’s a shift in the atmosphere: a kind of charged sensation that thrums your heart. You swear you can see the crackle of electricity in the surrounding air right before your bodies collide with each other. And then, before you get lost in his eyes – the color reminding you of fragile autumn leaves before they hit the ground – he takes the plunge, prompting you to follow suit.

When Rosinante touches you, it’s deliberately slow, from the way his hand trembles as he gently strokes your cheek, from the way he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, from the way your hushed laughters end in soft smiles.

It’s the kind of unconditional love that he’s always wanted, buried deep underneath the rough exterior that he’s carefully constructed for himself since his oath to the Marines – to be a soldier that’s dedicated to his own sense of justice, to not be a slave to the Absolute Justice propaganda that’s being perpetuated by his superiors. From his early childhood memories, it’s the kind of soothing love that his parents had, in the way they nurtured him and his older brother, days that have long since passed, yet the images remain fresh on his mind.

The feeling is magical.

He almost stops himself from thinking so.

Because if he voices this thought out loud, he knows you’ll tease him endlessly for it.

Rosinante has an active imagination because he can almost hear the unmistakable teasing lilt of your tone as you address him by his Commander rank, and his smile deepens at the fond memories you’ve shared over the years.

But why focus on the past when he knows you’re his future?

“However many years we have left in this world,” his voice wavers from emotion, but his eyes remain steady as they hold your own.

“I want to spend them all with you by my side.”

Blessed By The Gods - 400 Followers Milestone Event

tagging: @miraclecherryblossomsblog @neferyuy @tsunderedoctor @chloe-nanami @0o0ychan0o0 @athenatakami @mariegeoise @silentmajesticfox

[yeoldontknow]

29, Minseok, and RRRRRRROMANCE if you're still taking them 💋 (I need all the Min fluff please god)

ay ay ay baby

Prompt: 29: ‘Come over here and make me.’Pairing: Minseok x Reader (oc; female)Genre: mob!au; romance; light smutSummary: He’s the city’s most wanted gang leader and you are his muse. They say a lot of things about him, a lot of things that are untrue. In the end, you know that it’s what you say that matters.Rating: PG-13Warnings: sexual themesWord count: 1,368

They call him a problem.

They, the endless and nameless others: government officials, cops, news anchors, tourists on the street who know his name but not his face, talking about the streets and how he owns them, words unable to match the lived experience of witnessing him. 

At night or in dreams, he’s their favourite topic of discussion. The numerated lists of the things he’s done live on the internet, endlessly encircling them and their mouths, their minds, entrapping them. In the aftermath of his great storms, they luxuriate in the echo, awestruck and dumbfounded, horror on their lips while their eyes widen in shock.

He is a problem.

He keeps his gun tucked against his back, held there by the leather of his belt. The rings on his fingers are bloodstained and rusting, but he wears them as he wears these memories, with pride and with passion. Nearly all of his cars are hot, his rap sheet is longer than the cloth he uses to cover his dining room table, and he looks like sin in silk and satin. The ties at his neck, the open collars of his shirts, and the pajamas he sometimes doesn’t wear - yes, he is a problem.

He is a problem, and he is yours.  

For years, you have thought about his line of work - the money, the drugs, the market, the, well, the guns. You think about these things a lot, let them turn circles in your mind until they become little more than smears, colours of a life you never expected to live but do anyway because he is near, and he is the sun. At the end of all the thinking, you think you can only conclude one thing: humans are noisy, creatures of too many waves that do not fit them. Humans are afflicted with a natural propensity towards the cacophony of living, and he lives the loudest.

The shallow breath that comes from exertion, the rush of blood in the ears, not unlike a symphony, remind you of mortality, remind you that you are an accident. He makes all of these things brighter, more exhilaration, more tactile - you feel life between and beneath your fingers, neither whole nor incomplete, simply existing, and this is why you call him cosmic. Minseok, to you, is a mess of stars and chaos, whole quantum physics buried beneath his lungs, pulling himself to you.

Minseok, you think, holds the big bang between the palms of his hands, presses it together simply because he likes the way the world looks when it’s a little lost and bereft. He is thunder and he is lightning, bringing shadows and light from all the unseen corners of the world - unseen but known, for he is an atlas; an atlas of desire, felt and touched by your skin.

He is cosmic, and he is natural, and you cannot resist him. You do not want to.

With his hands on you now, you think on these things, glad that you have a partner in the destruction of your own anxious mind. The cinnamon still lingers on his lips, mingling with your own and melting on your tongue. The coffee was not good today, you can tell by the bitterness and the way he hums in the back of his throat, as though you are his honey.

You kiss him hard, hard enough for him to feel you long after you are gone, coiling around him so that your blood may bond with his. Always, you feel him. Feel as though he has written his name into your bones, woven your joints with the memory of his touch and the memory of his laugh, moving you forward to come back to the warmth of his palms.

‘I’d risk my life for you,’ he murmurs against your lips, unwilling to break away.

Often, he says this, words that slip from the depths of his soul, meant with every breath he takes to kiss them into your heart. He says this, presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, long eyelashes splaying over the rosy dew of his cheeks. Breath falters in your chest, stolen and captured by the way he softens only for you.

He softens only for you, and, when he does, you believe time moves only for us.

With his body pressed so closely to yours, all of you feels volatile. Electricity moves along your synapses, overwhelmed and overpowered by the way he thrives beneath your touch. Under your skin, within your veins, your blood moves as though it is a wildfire, driven to the brink of existence because he chose to make a volcano out of your heart. Redness spreads over your chest and sternum, taking on a flush born of unprecedented longing as your body starts to ache. At your core, you feel empty, cavernous, without him filling the places you need him most.

‘I know you would,’ you reassure him softly, running your fingers down his chest to the barrel of his gun. There, you do not linger, even though you are sure he feels you, wields his weapon as though it were an extension his arm. Instead, you lift your fingers to run across the supple flesh of his hips, exposed from the waistline of his pants. ‘I would do the same for you.’

Hissing at your touch, his head falls back, eyes open wide and black, gaze darkened by desire. ‘I’d rather have your body.’

It’s all he manages before he pulls you flush against him, hands grabbing your hips to wrap your legs around his waist. His teeth latch onto the tendon in your neck, sucking a mark to prove you are his. Like this, you think he makes a masterpiece out of you, paints you red and purple, paints you a thousand different colours, each becoming a beacon of his yearning.

When he kisses you like this, stars are born at the edge of your soul, blooming to life by the memory of his lips. When he kisses you like this, you do not question why you followed or why you trusted him, why you let him take you the limits of humanity, why you let him keep you at all. When he kisses you like this, you find that you become raw and you find that you shake, desperate for every night to feel like this, for every night to continue in these sacred, impossible moments of bliss.

‘You have to ask nicely,’ you murmur, clinging to him for fear of capsizing. It takes work not to remain silent, to let him have you as he wishes and as he needs, the frayed edges of your soul asking that he love and take you too.

The low rumble of his laugh dances across your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as your bones begin to tremble. Abruptly, he pulls away from you, releases you back to the cold and the shallow grave that awaits you beyond the cage of his fingers. From your position on the couch, you watch as he takes slow, careful footsteps, walking a small distance before he turns to face you. The velvet fabric makes you feel as though you are slipping as he pulls the yellow tie from his neck, slipping and slipping deeper into the storm that brews behind his irses.

‘Come over here,’ he commands, though still his voice moves down your spine as liquid gold.

Resting against the arm of the couch, you drape yourself, extending the length of your legs and showcasing the supple lines of your body. At the sight, he runs a hand through the dark wave of his hair, closing his eyes before tugging his bottom lip beneath his teeth.

‘Make me,’ you whisper, knowing that still he will hear you.

It’s his favourite game, the one where you lead, the one where you unmake him.

The one where you hold him tight enough to never be forgotten, searing against your skin and dissolving into little more than residue. It’s his favourite game, one he always lets you win.

Yes.

He is a problem, and he is the only one you have never wanted to solve.

[thislove-is]

happy pride! here’s a random sim i made...

...and a reminder that we owe everything to trans woc!

everything is base game compatible (bgc) so no worries about downloading those if you have no extension packs (like me)(broke simmers assemble!)

CC list under the cut~ i’ll update this post with not absolutely hideous previews once i get out of cas mode i just needed to compile the cc links before to add it to the gallery description LMAO (UPDATE: nvm the previews are just as hideous OOPS)

GALLERY: MARSTAMONG // CC LIST:

genetics; skintone - skin blend - eyes

casual; eyeliner - lipstick - eyelashes - earrings - necklace - jacket/top + i lost the link to the heart stickers aka the reason why i made this sim ;_____; if anyone knows the source please let me know!! [2019.06.16 UPDATE: FOUND THE STICKERS! You can grab them here!]

fancy; eyeliner - facepaint - lipstick - eyelashes - blouse - choker 

sports; hair - lipstick - eyelashes - jacket/top - pants 

sleepwear: everything is ea’s!! yeehaw

party; eyeliner -  eyelashes - earrings - dress  

swimsuit; eyeshadow -  eyelashes -  top - bottom 

hot weather; eyeshadow - lipstick - eyelashes - choker - top

cold weather;  eyeshadow -  eyelashes - dress 

[daisyxsims]

woah!! finally doing a tag i was tagged in!! tagged by @vamprocillin tqsm b. take a shot whenever i say tag.

GTKM tag

Name: fiqa Nicknames: fiq, fiqu, fiqachu, fifi, daisy Gender: female Star sign: virghoe Height:  4′11 Sexuality: str8 Hogwarts: according to Pottermore im a Hufflepuff. but i feel like i belong with Slytherin ykno Dream Trip: alaska, maldives, japan? Avg hours of sleep: lately ive been sleepin for like 13 hrs idk Why I made a tumblr: i had a tumblr back in 2013 during HS and i followed ppl who reblog pretty pictures lmao but then i discovered ppl have blogs dedicated to sims and im like !!!!!!! hello my long lost family 🐶 or 🐈 person: both i love both When I made my blog: uhhh my first sims blog was an RP blog and i made that in late 2015. then i made this main blog early 2016 i thinks. then theres my MM blog which i made mid-2017 Followers: 2k ish Reasons for my url: ok so back in HS i guess i associated a lot with the popular kids and my twitter and insta user had like “daisy” in it and i had quite a following and everyone in sch assumed that was my name and i was stuck with that for like 3 years lmao. and ya. it me daisy

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

MAC Velvet Teddy cause im basic

hairties or extra pins incase im wearing hijab

wallet & keys - basic stuff

receipts & movie tickets

an extra phone case lmao dont ask

5 things you’ll find in my room:

empty water bottleSSSS stay hydrated kids

iced lemon tea flavored hard candy. yum

shopping bags. i like keeping em

dead flowers

makeup....... 

5 things that make me happy:

cheesy but my boyfriend. good kid

fries

browsing designer collections/watching runways

my eyelash extensions

rainy days

5 things I’m currently into:

playing animal crossing haaaaaaa

experimenting with makeup

weird but studying. maybe bc i follow a lot of studyblrs now

asmr videos. ESP CRINKLY AND SLIME SOUNDS

racing games

5 things on my to do list:

!!!!! start !!!!! posting !!!!! sims 4 stuff !!!!!

for both my blogs

make poses for my “story”

finish up my interiors

buy butter & dish soap

I TAG @p8xel @ichosim @talesofascrewup @slay-classy @20-44-sims @bellaisadellima @sims4bymia @simsanity @gershologram @reinitasims @essiesims @carlinvauses bc im a busybody i wanna know whats in ur bag and room

[solarblush]

@zaniadracaenia tagged me lol I’m on mobile I hope this works
rules: tag 20 people
THE LAST…
 1.Drink: water 2.Phone call: my cousin spamming me calls trying to apologize for taking out the string in my sweats lol 
 3.Text message: my friendddd in Canada rn
 4.Song you listened to: Blackpink as if it’s your last 😩😩
 5.Time you cried: when I found out lance’s birthday lolol HAVE YOU EVER…
 6.Dated someone twice: dating? me?Haaaaha 
 7.Been cheated on: nope 8.Kissed someone and regretted it: never kissed anyone 
 9.Lost someone special: nah
 10.Been depressed: when am I not depressed?? jk but yeah I get depressed a lot
 11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve drank but I haven’t gotten drunk before 
 12. x
13. x LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: Pastel pink, blue, and light grey 15.Made new friends: I hope lol
 16.Fallen out of love: nope
 17.Laughed until you cried: yessss
 18.Found out someone was talking about you: yupppp lol
 19.Met someone who changed you: yeahhhh
 20.Found out who your true friends are: yessss I rlly think so 
 21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: lol no GENERAL…
 22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them?? Idk the exact number
 23.Do you have any pets: nah but I used to have cockatiels 
 24.Do you want to change your name: no
 25.What did you do for your last birthday: my friends and I attempted to save a baby bird and my friend threw me a nice little surprise <33
 26.What time did you wake up: around 6 like usual
 27.What were you doing at midnight last night: fighting my cousin lol
 28.Name something you cannot wait for: for summer school to end (it hasn’t even started and I don’t know why I forced myself to get ahead lol)
 29.When was the last time you saw your mother: yesterday
 30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I was attractive and that I had straight hair
 31.What are you listening to right now: my cousin’s stomach growling 
 32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nope
 33.Something that is getting on your nerves: bullshittery and yelling 
 34.Most visited website: tumblr or youtube but probs youtube a little bit more 
 35.Elementary: I did it
 36. High School: I’m in it
 37.College/university: college?? idk her 38.Hair color: dark brown but it gets rlly 
light brown in the sun 39.Long or short hair: medium and on the road for rlly long hair like I used to have before I cut my hair
 40.Do you have a crush on someone: LANCEEEE
 41.What do you like about yourself: my eyelashes look like lash extensions naturally lmao they’re the only good thing about me 42.Piercings: I have the regular two holes but I want more ^_^
 43.Blood type: idk
 44.Nickname: pampam, panny, pam 
 45.Relationship status: married with lance and jungkook 
 46.Zodiac sign: taurus and proud 
 47.Pronouns: she/her
 48. Favorite tv show: voltron, star vs the forces of evil, miraculous ladybug, avatar (aang & korra), dragon ball z, mischievous kiss
 49.Tattoos: none 
 50.Right or left hand: left
 51.Surgery: got my appendix removed and I cracked my collarbone falling down the stairs lmao
 52.Piercings: reg
 53. Sport: binging food and procrastination 
 54. x 
 55.Vacation: walking to my local Wendy’s 
 56. x
 57.Eating: I ate waffles and I’m still hungry as heck
 58.Drinking: nothing so far 59.I’m about to: do my summer hw when I get home 60.Listening to: a movie 
 61.Waiting for: more food
 62.Want: more food 63.Get married: to jungkook 64.Career: counselor or artist or author WHICH IS BETTER…
 65.Hugs or kisses: hugs
 66.Lips or eyes: eyes
 67.Shorter or taller: taller
 68.Older or younger: older
 70.Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 
 71.Sensitive or loud: hella sensitive 
 72.Hook up or relationship: relationship
 73.Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant HAVE YOU EVER…
 74.Kissed a stranger?: nope 75.Drank hard liquor?: ye 
 76.Lost glasses contact/lenses?: my fav glasses 😭😭
 77.Turned someone down?: yup he was nice but I didn’t rlly like him 78.Sex on first date?: nah
 79.Broken someone’s heart?: I hope not 😩😩
 80.Had your heart broken?: yupppp 
 81.Been arrested?: nope 82.Cried when someone died?: idk anyone who’s dead 
 83.Fallen for a friend?: nope
 84.Yourself?: no
 85.Miracles?: never happen to me 86.Love at first sight?: not rlly 87.Santa Claus?: expose me 88.Kiss on the first date?: maybe 
 89.Angels?: yeah
OTHER…
 90.Current best friend’s name: uhhhh lance? 
 91.Eye color: dark brown
 92.Favorite movie: high school musical, lemonade mouth, all Barbie movies from the nutcracker-princess charm school, basically all Disney movies

Thanks for the tagggg

[georgeluz]

hey:) for the ask thing, im about 5'5, i have long wavy light brown hair and big brown eyes w olive skin. my myers briggs is campaigner&my star sign is a cancer! i'm kinda built (?) bc i do competitive sport, i play lotta instruments, and im v social. i have adhd yikes and anxiety YIKES but it's chill lol, sometimes that does get in the way though. for the fandom, BoB would be great:) also ya u are a legend i didn't mean another word for champ i deadass just meant legend. thanks ❣

NO MORE PLS.

Wow. But… if I were… a legend… I would’ve gotten this done FOREVER AGAOAUHDFgrihEJADF. I’m so SORRY. Babe. But to make it up to you, this blurb is fucking LONG. @v-esperteen 

The Character I See You As: Buck Compton. HIGHLY SOCIAL? SPORTS? ANXIOUS? You got yourself a recipe for BUCK COMPTON. Aka the wonderful, sweet lil sunshine that loves literally everyone and makes everyone feel so comfortable and relaxed (and sometimes not relaxed depending on how boisterous he gets). I love him because even though he has all of these amazing qualities, he is independent to a fault (daring to argue with Winters I scream he’s–), highly emotional (losing his friends literally KILLED HIM) and anxious (though he hides it well behind his EVERYTHING IS FINE face or his dead inside face).

Your Three Best Friends: Don Malarkey, Alex Penkala, Skip Muck (aka the squad)

The One You Don’t Get Along With: Henry Jones. Sweet, sweet Henry. It’s no one’s fault, but he’s so composed and so put together that you honestly don’t know what to do with him. Try and joke with him? He just stares at you (maybe smiles pitifully). Try and initiate conversation? Part of you burns because he takes himself so damn seriously and you decide never to try that again lmao. You like him… you just don’t know what to do with him and him with you, so you just stay out of each other’s hair.

Who I Ship You With: Shifty Powers. The ENFP plus the shy, cute, unassuming, but also incredibly brave and intelligent Shifty Powers? HELLO HOW FREAKING ADORA- I digress. Shifty is wonderful because he’s mellow and gentle, gets embarrassed easily if you try and shower him with affection, but somehow keeps cool in the middle of combat, never gets injured, etc. His name is Shifty for a reason, one minute he’s there and the next you’re like ?? hello ?? Shifty? ANYWAY. I love him a lot. He’s like the least anxious person. Whenever you have your anxious moments he’s there to cuddle you and tell you in his sweet lil accent that everything is gonna be just fine (dont mind me im crying).

Wildcard: Captain. 2nd Battalion Staff S-3. 101st Airborne.

Lil Blurb??: Your charisma got you here. Your athleticism, sharp wit, ability to make solid decisions under pressure, and aptitude for route planning got you here. You were a valuable assistant to Colonel Strayer. Your gender also got you here: pouring coffee for him at 6:30 in the morning, tapping your foot with a bright smile on your face. You pretended it was fine that you were reduced to such menial tasks. You knew it was too good to be true that you would be used for much after being moved from the WAAC to the 101st. You had trained hard with a handful of women to handle the difficulties of battle–you would never see combat, but you would get as close as any woman ever had.

But that still meant making coffee for all of the men, pouring it, and often being left out of discussions. You kept reminding yourself that it was insane that you were here, in England, part of the planning for D-Day. You wouldn’t get to drop though, not like the boys. Knowing that crushed you, not because you particularly wanted to see combat and death, but because you had grown so close to the everyone. To be left behind was cruel. You were a favorite on Easy Company’s sports teams. It was Buck Compton that had used his charms to sway you into joining their soccer game. You were just as uneasy as the men, but once the game started, it was like you’d been playing with them forever.

Malarkey, Penkala, Muck, you, Compton, and Luz versus Guarnere, Toye, Heffron, Talbert, and Skinny Sisk. It was the most fun you’d ever had, throwing elbows and repeatedly trying to trip Tab (who kept throwing hands and swearing he was just going easy on you). You even managed to get a laugh out of Toye, something you hadn’t accomplished before. You patted yourself on the back for that one. But damn, it would hurt to be cut from the friends you’d made. You had brothers. These boys were like your brothers now, far from home, keeping you company in the daylight.

But, despite those boys being the group you had become so close with so quickly, it was the charming Southerner that caught your attention right off the bat. Powers was all broad shoulders passed down from generation to generation; he was meant to hold a gun, you could tell by the way he cradled his rifle against his arm. It was like an extension of himself, but that wasn’t the only thing you admired about the unassuming Shifty. He was a hell of a shot, probably the best in the company, but he was about as quiet, humble, and bashful as they came. And you thrived on making him blush.

First it was through subtle compliments when you caught him alone, without Tab or Skinny by his side. You would sit while Shifty cleaned his rifle, admiring his perfect form when shooting or suggesting he was the best you’d ever seen. You didn’t push him, you read him well enough to know he was easily made uncomfortable. You asked him about home, about his favorite gun, about the squirrels he used to shoot up in Virginia. Shifty would smile fondly at you, then his shoes, and lean back against the wall or the back of his chair, tipping his head back and squinting his eyes. He always took his time talking–he was deliberate. You loved that about him. When you sat with him it was like time stopped for just a sweet moment, like the anxieties and the frustration that fluttered in the back of your mind stopped.

One night, after sharing a drink or two, you both wandered into the nearby cow pasture and he told you about the farm he grew up on. “I did always like cows the most,” he murmured, running his hands along the dew-ridden grass, the other hand rubbing his jaw. “Big eyes, big ears.” He trailed off, screwing up his nose, trying to think of other reasons why he liked them so much. “Well I suppose they never did want nothing bad for nobody,” he finished with a short nod, drawing both hands behind him to lean on. “Chickens were too cranky, and the horses were too smart for me. I almost got kicked once. My daddy almost lost it, started hollerin’ about how I needed to stop sneakin’ up on ‘em. I was too quiet.”

You, yourself, had never been so quiet in your life. You were laying on your side, fingers threaded through the grass beside Shifty’s hand. You wanted nothing more than to keep listening, to drink his words in, to know him from the inside out, but he stopped and furrowed his brow. “You know, I never tried cow tippin’ before.” You looked up through your eyelashes, face flushed from the alcohol that still burned in the back of your throat. 

“What do we do, huh, Powers? Do we just run at them?” You had never done it before either. It sounded just like something a boy from Virginia would want to do.

“S’pose so, I never thought about it.”

“Wanna do it?”

“No, I don’t think that would be very kind,” he replied, sliding back down until his head hit the ground. He rolled onto his side and blinked up at you, a crooked smile gracing his features. “I’m too tired to run anyway.”

“Mmhm,” was your defeated reply, still propped up on your elbow, hovering over him. You felt a little tired too, buzzed, slipping down until your face was right beside his. You laughed. He laughed a little too, but he also looked like a deer caught in headlights. You weren’t one for personal space, at least not with people you enjoyed being around, and you hadn’t thought that it might be pushing it for him to be so close. 

“Never kissed anyone neither,” Shifty murmured after a moment. You tilted your head slightly, leaning back.

“Really?”

“I didn’t play football. I didn’t live in town. I don’t think I had a lot goin’ for me. Bad luck.”

You quirked a brow. Your heart was hammering against your chest. You weren’t supposed to being doing this with an enlisted man. You were his superior, and the reason most had objected to women in the military was for this damn reason exactly. “Why did you bring that up, Shifty?” You were just antagonizing him now.

He was silent for a moment, searching your gaze for any emotion other than drunken amusement. “Well, Y/N, I-I rightly think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I was just thinkin’ that. I’m sorry–” He broke off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinkin’ I wouldn’t mind kissin’ you.”

“Well, Shifty Powers, I don’t know what those girls back in Virginia were thinking,” you chuckled, reaching to grab the fabric of his shirt. “I must do my civic duty after all, send you off to war right,” you murmur before planting one on him, gentle, careful, trying not to spook him. This was real, you reminded yourself. And it would be gone soon, so you’d best enjoy it while it lasted. He draped his arm over your waist, pulling you in close, the other hand supporting your cheek. 

Shifty was a quick learner, you found, and you also discovered it would be very, very difficult to reverse what you’d done. After that night, discreet as you tried to be, he nearly gave it all away with his puppy eyes and his silent begging. And you were a sucker, running off with him to the fields and pastures whenever you could under the cover of darkness to romp, wrestle, play, and kiss a little before he and the rest of the men were dropped over Normandy.

[ash-morrison]

Lauren, I followed you for years but lost track and just rediscovered you! can you give an update on your life? sorry if this is weird you used to be one of my favourite 1d blogs

i literally cannot believe i have as message right now... i can’t even remember the last time i got an ask!!!! either way i’m so glad you found me again!!!! :)))

 soo my life has had a lot of changes... after i graduated college i worked in tv/movie production for like 1/2 a year and the directors wanted to sponsor me to become an assistant director (AD) because i was apparently really good at my job which like... surprise!! to! me!! but instead i took the hair and makeup department’s advice and went to get my Aesthetics license. so i went and took my 600 hr course + licensing test (now i’m certified in makeup, waxing, skincare) in june i got a job at a eyelash extension place and then started my advanced class in november where i learned laser hair removal, chemical peels, you know all that fancy medical stuff.

long story short, i quit my lash job last week and now i’m working waitressing until i find out if i got this job at a fancy ass spa that i interviewed at. so crossing my fingers!

travelling wise, last year trish and i went to punta cana for our 2 year anniversary then to nashville in october so she could record some new music. both were so amazing and if you ever need recs on what to do there/where to stay i’ll hook you up it was sO FUN. i think in may we’re going to disney for our 3 year anniversary which will be magical (pun intended). 

this all makes life sounds really good and everything... but it’s been pretty rough trying to figure out my purpose and what direction i’m supposed to go in. i’ve been struggling a lot without having a core group of friends anymore uhmmm i feel awk i don’t know if you wanted to know this much lmao but thanks for checking in on me i hope everything is good on your end!!!!! 

[yeoldontknow]

All Black Everything (M)

Author’s Note: i have seen the devil and his name is kim jongin. someone get me a fan. this is a continuation of the universe for Did You See? you can read both separately, however the impact is a little stronger at the end if you read the original story first. 

Pairing: Kai x Reader (oc; female)

Genre: smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language

Word Count: 3,881

Nini[10:03 PM]: i can’t stop thinking about the other night…

Y/N[10:05 PM]: which night? lmao i’ve seen you every night this week

Nini[10:08 PM]: don’t be like that, duchess. you know exactly which night i’m talking about.

Y/N[10:09 PM]: no, nini.

Y/N[10:09 PM]: youll have to be specific.

Nini[10:09 PM]: tuesday

Y/N[10:10 PM]: what happened tuesday? we did a lot of things that night~

Nini[10:13 PM]: are you gonna make me say it?

Y/N[10:14 PM]: yes.

Nini[10:16 PM]: my hands are full.

Y/N[10:17 PM]: don’t care

Y/N[10:17 PM]: if you want me to play you have to be specific.

Nini[10:18 PM]: my fingers

Nini[10:19 PM]: stuffed into your tight, wet cunt.

Y/N[10:19 PM]: they felt so good nini

Nini[10:20 PM]: you know what would feel better

Y/N[10:25 PM]: i can think of a few things

Nini[10:26 PM]: what took so fucking long?

Y/N[10:28 PM]: i was thinking of what would feel better

Nini[10:29 PM]: are you touching yourself baby?

Y/N[10:31 PM]: yes. but my fingers dont feel as good as yours

Nini[10:33 PM]: damn right they don’t.

Nini[10:33 PM]: my fingers still smell like you

Nini[10:35 PM]: i’ve been wearing you to bed for days

Y/N[10:40 PM]: fuck nini where are you?

Nini[10:42 PM]: in jongdae’s bathroom

Nini[10:42 PM]: im at his thing. 

Nini[10:43 PM]: he and the empress are all over each other

Nini[10:43 PM]: makes me wish you were here. that you came.

Y/N[10:44 PM]: you know i hate that shit

Y/N[10:44 PM]: but i could still come~

Nini[10:46 PM]: send me something i want to see you

Y/N sent a video

Nini[10:49 PM]: fuck babe. fuck fuck you look so tight

Y/N[10:51 PM]: your turn. i want to see.

Nini sent a photo

Y/N[10:53 PM]: oh my god nini what are you wearing? fuck your arms

Y/N[10:54 PM]: your cock is so thick

Nini[10:55 PM]: can i come cover?

Y/N[10:57 PM]: what about jongdaes thing?

Nini[10:59 PM]: really dont give a shit about it

Nini[11:00 PM]: rather be inside of you

Y/N[11:01 PM]: fuck nini whats gotten into you

Nini[11:03 PM]: youre fucking with my head

Nini[11:04 PM]: youre all i think about

Y/N[11:01 PM]: door is unlocked

Nini[11:02 PM]: be there soon duchess

Anxiety pulls you to your living room, sits you on your couch with shaking knees and clenched thighs. Instantly your skin sticks to the leather, damp and warm with a desire fueled by your racing heart. You wait for him here, body trembling with anticipation and imagination already pressing your breasts into his waiting palms.

For six months, it has been like this. Texts and calls leading to lust that tastes like wildfire and burns just as fiercely, but, always, he stops. For six months, you've been driven to the edge of your limit, pushed to a wanting and craving so visceral you think it's etching itself into your bones and still, he stops. He fills you with his fingers and bites the tendons of your neck to bruising, but never does he take from you the thing you desperately want to give.

Always, he pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours. Jongin is a champion of his will, holding it down and forcing it to stay wrapped around his fingers. He says it's because he wants to take it slow. He says it's because he wants to savor you, learn you until all he has is one, final piece. Really, you know it's because he's giving you space to run.

Both of you are consciously aware you were best friends first. Both of you are aware that your lives, both as friends and lovers, are so wrapped around and bound to one another that this change in dynamic is a paradigm shift. He stops because he loves you. He stops because he refuses to let you go. He stops because every new terrain traveled is a landmark, and he wants to give you the room to step back.

He stops, and so, tonight, his explicit desire to be inside you is the first time he's mentioned it. Over and over the request has fallen from your lips, tumbled off your tongue and smeared itself over his mouth, his chest, his hard cock, but it was always met with a smile and a peck of his lips. Soon has been his answer, and soon is what you started to think kept your heart beating.

And so tonight, anxiety moved you to the couch but it's excitement and need that make you wait in black silk. You're in black silk underwear with just your robe to cover the length of your body. It's anxiety that moves you to the couch but it's excitement that spreads you open against it, left leg draped over the back while your fingers pet leisurely at your core. Eyes on the door, you wait.

You wait.

It takes him twenty minutes to get to your house, and, by the time the door opens, the scent of your arousal has permeated the room. Jongin walks through the door like he’s sauntering into paradise, eyes already dark and mouth set in a pout that makes him look both severe and innocent. You bit your lip when you see him like this, hips bucking up as if to lure him over to you. At the sight of you, splayed over the couch and touching yourself, he releases a moan that sounds like a howl breaking through the quiet of the room.

‘Stand up,’ he says, peering at your body through downcast eyelashes. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, likely to stop him from reaching for you too soon.

Eager to comply, you ease yourself from the couch and let your robe fall around your shoulders, loose and inviting. With his tongue escaping to slide along his bottom lip, he drinks you in, eyes slithering up your frame and raising goosebumps in their wake. Without even touching you, he’s taken complete control of your flesh, your heart, your soul.

‘You wore black.’ His voice is low, sensual in its raspy cadence, and it makes you drag a finger between your lips to keep from moaning.

‘I wanted to match,’ you murmur, scanning his body with equal fervor.

Standing in your living room, he’s half hard and looking proud. Lip caught between his teeth, his jaw is clenched and his chest is heaving, heavy breath making his loose vest top rustle with each inhale. His shoulders are tense, giving the muscles in his arms more definition than usual, and the sight of his lean frame dressed entirely in black sends a shock right to your core. You’re wet in a way you didn’t think you could be, not just from the sight of a person. Hands nowhere near you, you think it should be impossible to want someone this much, impossible to already feel them moving along your flesh like an extension of you. But you do.

You do.

‘Get over here,’ he says firmly, jutting his chin to beckon you forward.

Against the natural urge in your body to run to him, you take your time, take long, languid steps forward to tease him and make him wait. By the time you reach him, the air is thick, heavy around you and filled with the sound of your breathing. It’s sticky against your skin, pressing on your bodies and making it harder to focus. It feels like fog. It feels like love.

On instinct, you reach your arms around his neck while his lift from his pockets to wrap around your waist. Pulling you closer, he rests his forehead against yours, eyelids fluttering, as his hands drift down the small of your back to your ass. He cups your cheeks firmly, squeezing them with vigor, before lifting you as though you are weightless and you move to wrap your legs around his waist.

For a while, he holds you like this, sharing your breath and smelling you as his hardness rests beneath the thin barrier of fabric by your folds. Eventually, he inches his mouth forward, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss that sends electricity down your spine. Fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you moan into his mouth and he laughs into yours, deep, mischievous, and knowing. His tongue fights you for dominance, thrusting against and into your mouth with a rhythm you’ve come to recognize as possessive.

He gets like this, you know, needy and ravenous for you when he’s been on edge for too long, and making him into a beastly, fiendish sort of thing. Not your shy, gentle Nini but a man who wants nothing more than to mark you, claim you, parade you as his.

Part of you thinks it’s because you had gone so long missing each other’s signals that, now that he has you, he refuses to let you misunderstand how he feels. Part of you thinks it’s because he’s making up for lost time, trying to bury every piece of himself within you, right down to your soul. All of you knows it’s because this is how he loves you, completely and with all of himself, and he doesn’t know how to stop himself from trying to merge your bodies into one, right down to the marrow of your bones.

‘How do you want me?’ you whisper, breaking away from the kiss and smiling at the string of saliva that grows between your separation.

‘Any way you want, baby,’ he says, running his nose along your cheek and exhaling into your skin, tracing kisses down to your jaw.

You shake your head, leaning away from him to run your tongue along the base of his neck up to his ear. ‘Be specific,’ you murmur coyly, before placing a chaste kiss on the lobe.

A moan rumbles out of his chest, vibrating against your body like thunder, before hitching upward into a whine. Pride swells in your chest, gleeful that you’ve turned him into a simpering, desperate thing, something completely willing to bend to your will.

‘I want you on the kitchen table,’ he grunts, glancing sidelong to the object in question. ‘So that every time you eat, you remember the way I fucked you until you were full.’

At his words, your hips buck forward into his, head falling forward to his shoulder to release a sigh. You cling to him a little tighter as he walks you over to the kitchen, his hands still firmly on your ass and his heartbeat racing alongside yours. Already, you are dizzy with desire and devotion, fragments of your synapses springing to life to make their longing known.

Placing you on the table, you hiss as the cold wood makes contact with the hot flesh of your thighs, but he doesn’t give you long to adjust. Laying you flat on your back, he’s over you within seconds, mouth buried in the crook of your neck where he takes to biting and marking you. His hands, which feel as though they were everywhere at once, reach between you to pull apart the knot of your robe, letting it fall open and exposing you to him.

He rears back just for a second to take the sight of you in, your hands needy and reaching for him to pull him back down. Jongin simply shakes his head, lips parted in awe as he looks at you, breasts revealed to him and nipples hard from the cool air; the arousal pulsing through your veins. There’s love in his eyes, love and admiration and relief - relief that you are his, relief that he has you, relief that he wasn’t too late. The sight of it all makes your spread legs slide up along his hips, where your heels press into his back to pull him back down. Stronger than you, he fights you, not ready to let this vision go.

‘You have no fucking clue how gorgeous you are, Duchess,’ he announces, his tone implying it isn’t a question or a statement, merely just a feeling he ruminates on regularly.

His praises fill you with delight and soak your center more than you care to admit, eyes closing and back arching to offer more of yourself to him.

‘I’ll never get my fill of you.’

Opening your eyes to smirk at him, you cock your head to the side innocently. ‘But you haven’t even had me yet.’

This seems to invigorate him, makes him plant his hands to your hips and growl.

‘These are coming off,’ he says, fingers sliding beneath the band of your underwear and pulling them down. You lift your hips to help him, laughing as you watch him throw the fabric to the side of the room as if their very existence offends him.

Dragging a chair over with his foot, he sits down and grips your ass, pulling you to the edge of the table in one firm tug.

He nudges your thighs further apart with his cheek, urging you to spread your legs wide for him, before he plants wet kisses to the sensitive skin. You mewl at the contact, hands pressing into the wood of the table and clit already throbbing in protest of being ignored.

‘Nini, touch me. Finger me. Do something, please.’

‘I’m nothing if not giving,’ he whispers above your folds, breath tickling you and making you moan in pleasure.

Jongin takes his time licking you, sliding his tongue along your slit before twirling delicately over your clit. Jongin takes his time, but it makes your senses completely unravel. By the time he takes two fingers to spread you apart, you think you could cry from the tension building in your thighs and stomach.

‘Fuck,’ you moan, feeling the firmness of his fingers and praising the sensation like you are worshipping the devil.

‘Soon,’ he breaths, and clamps his mouth over your clit, sucking with eagerness as though you are his dessert.

Your head falls back against the table, body writhing as he works his mouth over you. His tongue eases inside you, hot and warm and strong, stroking you as if the rule of your body was written by his hand. You lift your hips against him, trying to ride against his face, but his hands come to your hips and hold you down, keeping you at the whim of his will.

It takes all your effort not to clench your thighs around his head, and a keening whine escapes your throat as you feel your orgasm building. Each stroke of his tongue is precise, deep and tender in a way that tells you he’s devouring you not just for himself, but so that you know what it feels like to be adored. And it’s this thought that edges you forward, pushes you close to a wave of bliss, and makes your walls clench eagerly around his tongue.

It is this thought and this feeling, of the tightening of you around his mouth, that makes him pull away.  

Part of you thinks you should be ashamed of the desperate wail that erupts from your chest at the loss, but the thought dies the moment you see the way his mouth glistens with your wetness. His face is coated, covered, dripping over his full lips, and he looks impish in the way he holds himself. Slowly, teasingly, he runs his wrist and forearm over his mouth, wiping your juices over his skin before, with his eyes trained on you, he licks them clean with the flat of his tongue.

‘You taste like candy, baby,’ he says, sucking on the fingers that separated your folds. ‘And you’re mine.’

‘Jongin,’ you whine, ‘fuck me. Please.’

Jongin says nothing as he removes his shirt, simply watches you with curiosity as he slowly takes off his clothes. With his lean chest revealed, you lift yourself to rest on your elbows to admire the view. His skin looks like warm honey, body firm and a thin coat of sweat at the center of his chest. He’s flushed, warm and panting from the force of his arousal, and he’s yours. He’s yours.

His hands move to undo his trousers, and your hand reaches for your swollen, ignored clit, but he instantly clucks his tongue at the sight.

‘Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.’

Furrowing your brow, you leave your hand on your hip, testing him. ‘Tell me why.’

‘Because I want you to see.’ In this, he is firm. Just like before, the last time he said these words to you, he is firm and it sends a shiver along your body. ‘I want you to see how fucking hard you’ve made me. No distractions.’

Wanting absolutely nothing more than to please him, you remove your hand from your body and rest it gently on the table. For Jongin, you are a pliant, malleable thing, compliant to his will and eager to do nothing for the rest of your eternity but please him. And so you recline into the wood, biting your lip and spreading your legs even wider in anticipation of his size.

‘Show me.’

Pulling a condom from his back pocket, he keeps it between his teeth as he drops his trousers to the floor, letting his erection stand tall and hard.

You cock an eyebrow at him. ‘No boxers?’

‘I wanted you to see,’ is his simple reply.

‘I’d rather feel.’

Tearing the condom wrapper, he makes a show of rolling it over his cock, slowly, tenderly, as he keeps his eyes trained on you.

You have questions, things you want to ask and say: why he chose tonight to take this step with you, why he thought tonight was a night where he didn’t have to be careful, but you choose to keep quiet. Having him like this, unabashed and dominant in his own way, possessive and worshipping you completely, you think the questions really don’t matter. The only thing that really matters is that he wants you. He wants you so badly he’s pink and hard and thick, quaking with desire and slowly letting his self-control dissolve.

The questions don’t matter. This, this moment, is the only thing that matters.

He comes back to you, leaning over and taking your legs to wrap them around his back. You reach a hand between your bodies, lining him up with your entrance and closing your eyes at the sensation of his tip toying with your wet slit.

‘Tell me what you want,’ he says softly, leaving kisses along your collarbone.

‘I want you.’ You cup his face between your hands, running your thumbs along the high bones of his cheeks, and humming happily at the way he leans into your palm.

‘Say it.’

‘I want you to fuck me.’

‘How do you want me to fuck you?’ he asks, easing himself into you slowly.

‘Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.’

‘Anything for the Duchess.’

Time for teasing fully at an end, Jongin obeys your command like he is little more than your servant. He gives you no warning that he means to move, and instead buries himself in you to the hilt in one fluid thrust that has your head tipping back as a cry of pleasure tears through you. With your throat exposed to him, he brings his lips to its center where he sucks the skin, nipping with his teeth as he sets a rhythm that has your table creaking with the strain.

Your arms clutch at his shoulder blades, legs wrapping tightly around him to keep him as close to you as possible, wanting to burn with him, intensely and brightly, until you both are nothing but ash.

‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he moans, breaking from your wet skin. ‘Never in my dreams did I think you’d feel this good.’

You want to reply, but you can’t, the feel of his hips moving within you, deep and piercing, has your walls already clenching in pleasure. You lift your hips in time with his, working with him through every motion, and at one hard, penetrating thrust he slaps his hand to the table and chokes out a whine.

‘Jongin, shit -’

‘I’m not gonna last, baby’ he breathes into your shoulder, hips maintaining their powerful movements and starting to add in circular movements to keep you on edge.

‘You’re so fucking thick, shit Nini.’ Your fingers toy with his hair, sweaty and thick, fisting there to pull his face up to look at you. ‘Harder.’

His eyes roll back into his head at the words, hands leaving your body to grip your hips as he picks up the pace. This was how you wanted him, rough, fierce, claiming ownership of your body in every way possible. He wanted you to see how he loved you, but you always wanted to feel him.

It doesn’t take long for your body to tense, your thighs aching and walls clenching around him in pleasure. The telltale weightlessness was starting in your chest, spreading along your body and making your breath quicken.

‘Fuck, Nini -’

‘You gonna come, baby?’ he asks, lightly, playfully, as if he couldn’t tell. The sound of it makes you buck your hips in desperation.

Words die on your tongue, half-formed and barely coherent. All you manage is a low, keening whine.

‘Come for me, baby. I bet you’re fucking pretty when you come.’

To help you, he places strong fingers over your clit and starts rubbing in circles. Cock still pounding into you with hard, rough thrusts, your orgasm bursts through your chest with almost no notice. Sudden and intense, your thighs tighten, almost painfully, your hands and nails gripping into Jongin’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks. For you, this was a great unraveling, a blind white light of release that had your body shivering in his hold, walls trying to milk him clean with the force of their tension.

‘Shit - shit -’

Jongin’s hips become erratic as he comes, eyes fluttering closed and mouth dropping open in bliss. You thought he’d be loud, noisy and vocal in the wake of his love, but instead he is silent. Silent as though in prayer, you take this moment to watch him, smiling at the way he empties himself and delivers himself to pleasure as though he were delivering himself to heaven.

Hands stroking his face as he comes down, you watch him with a small smile as you both work through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

Eventually, he opens his eyes, reverting back to your shy Nini and looking at you with pure love.

‘Did you see?’ he whispers.

‘I saw.’

You saw.

You saw, and you felt.