#turns out i somehow didnt get it to tag anyone properly

[joy-the-vamp]

Twilight Tag Game !!!

i was tagged by @janes-eyebrows , which thank you so much for tagging me, i love getting tagged in things so much :))))))

@sweaterbella is the creator of this game! :)

rules: copy/paste this and fill in the blanks to describe your twilight self insert oc, then tag ten people, and tag me so i can see it! feel free to modify what you need to if you want your character to be volturi/human/werewolf/etc. feel free to be as ridiculous or as sincere as you like.

name: pre-vampire: Aurora Jade Monroe

post-vampire: Scarlett Ophelia Cullen

appearance: She is 5'7, long curly red hair, and is pale because of ginger genetics plus when you're a vampire, you get hella pale !! She's 18 but can pass for anywhere between 15 - 20, for immortal reasons. When she was a human she had freckles and was sad to see that they had disappeared after she was turned. Lucky for her, she can still draw them on if she'd like to. As a human, her eyes were green but as a vampire they are an amber-almost-honey color. She really is into fashion (which is one of the many reasons why she became best friends with Alice) so she always wears hella cute clothing and even has dabbled into making some of her own (though shes not very good at that but hey shes trying)

personality: ENFP, though she considers herself to be more of an ambivert. When she needs time to herself, she goes off into the forest and sings to herself or listens to music. She gets a long with people very well as long as theyre good people. Though she considers herself to be a strong person, looking back on her human life, she did consider herself to be a bit of a dormat. Shes taking this oppurtunity at a new life to reinvent herself for the better. She decided to start that with changing her name. Though she didn't hate her human name, she felt that her old self is dead and that this would not only help her move on from her old life but to be able to better herself. She had loved the name Ophelia ever since she saw Hamlet. She made it her middle name since it sounded too old to be her first name. The name Scarlett had always just sounded so lovely to her so she was immediately drawn to it. She wants to live her new life with a love-filled heart but to always make sure to not let people step on her, which she is working on the latter.

hobbies: singing, drawing, reading, writing, getting vintage stuff (like from a lot of different eras), trying to learn how to sew and make clothes

diet: vegetarian with the accidental human a few times when she was a newborn

How they became a vamp: She was turned by Carlisle when she was 18. She hadn't been careful while in the woods and fell into a ditch where she hit her head on a rock.

How they fit into the plot: She is turned right before they move to a new town and because shes a ginger, she can easily pass as Edward's twin sister

vampire superability: She has telekinesis

Best friend: Alice !!!!

significant other: For right now, none, but maybe in the future Rosalie or maybe Jasper. This would have to be a universe where whoever it would be, didn't already have a s/o cause we don't stan affairs in the Cullen house

Fun fact: She used to have to wear glasses and contacts when she was a human but now that shes a vampire, she doesn't need them but she liked how her glasses looked so she sometimes wears the frames still cause theyre hella cute!! Shes thankful though thay her vampirism cured her migraines though cause she used to get those a lot growing up. She also misses her family and felt bad about having to leave them

I’m tagging: @toprosalie @jaspersthebomb @softjaspers @mbav3rdseason @su-angelvicioso (plus anyone else who wants to can do it, theres more people i wanted to tag but its very late at night/early in the morning and i cant think rn lmao)

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through V

Chapter: 5/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Despite what John had suggested, Ringo didn't go back to The Helter Skelter the following week; he'd considered it when John sent him yet another late night text but ultimately decided it wasn't the best idea. Spike had been playing on his mind daily and Ringo wasn't sure he was prepared to face him again. Instead he focused on his drumming and searched for a few more students to teach, which were fairly easy to find. Usually Ringo enjoyed his time off, he understood he was lucky that he didn't have to work a 9-5 job just to get by, but recently he wanted his fill his time up as much as possible, to distract himself.

One of his new students seemed incredibly interested in him, they'd spent an hour just chatting in his living room before they'd even moved over to the drum kit. Ringo wasn't too fussed, he was getting paid by the hour so wasting time was beneficial to him but he didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression. He was a little bit older and attractive enough but Ringo simply wasn't interested.

"Why didn't you just go for it?" John had asked him when they next met up.

"I dunno..." Ringo mumbled, but a part of him knew very well.

He'd given the guy another lesson since then and it became clear that the guy's interest in him wasn't going away any time soon. Ringo felt bad about the whole thing, wasn't he just doing exactly what Spike was doing to him? He tried to act as professional as possible the second time around in attempt to get the guy to back off, considering he hadn't heard from him since he was hoping it had worked. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to make himself suffer like this all because of one guy? And not just any guy, a stripper who had shown absolutely no interest in him at all. It was ridiculous, he kept telling himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had to get over Spike, he would still think about him every day without fail. Trying to distract himself with clients had been working somewhat, but it had been difficult, especially when his best friend was John Lennon.

       youre gonna love me

The text came through when Ringo was sat in a café getting some lunch. He'd finished with one of his younger students, a sweet girl who's parents had tried to convince her to try a more 'ladylike' instrument but she had promised only to give up the drums if she was awful; much to her delight, and Ringo's for being able to prove the stereotypical parents wrong, she was pretty good. Seeing her always put Ringo in a good mood, the parents mostly stayed away partly due to the noise but mostly due to disappointment, which meant they could joke around together. Ringo could tell she admired him and he welcomed it gladly, one of the best things about teaching was inspiring others, at least for him it was.

        do i not already?

        well yes         but youre gonna love me EVEN more

        what have you done

        well i happened to stop by the club last night

        oh god what did you do

        wow is that how little you trust me

        can you blame me

        suppose not         ANYWAY i got talking to paulie

        surprise surprise

        do you want the good news or not???

        fine fine sorry

        AS I WAS SAYING i was talking to paulie         and he told me that your special little someone has an onlyfans account

        first of all fuck you for calling him that         second of all wtf is onlyfans

        oh sorry i didnt realise you werent living in the 21st century

        ......         care to grace me with your knowledge?

        basically its a website where you can post exclusive stuff for ONLY FANS to see         its not a porn site or anything but its basically where people sell their nudes         MEANING spike has an account so you can totally see loads of raunchy filthy perverted pics of him

        but i have to pay?

        well weve all gotta make a living

        i can basically see him naked for free

        but this way you wont get all freaked out and embarrassed         well you will but nobody will know at least         so do you want the link or not???

Ringo paused for a few moments, he was gripping his phone tightly in both of his hands as he unblinkingly looked at John's words. If his mind was going to decide to make him suffer by enabling his intense interest in Spike, he may as well get something out of it.

        fine

        where are your manners richard??

        can i please have the link to the strippers nude photos please john please

        alright calm down         let me know if its worth while i might have a look

        idk if im even gonna look at it         paying for porn is a little dated

        treat yourself ringo         id offer to pay but im broke

        if youre broke why were you at the strip club last night?

        well SOMEONE had to go

        they really didnt

        im supporting my local economy

        i dont think thats how that works

        sure it is         anyway here you go

Ringo stared at the link for a while, his eyes even began to blur, he didn't want to risk opening it in public even though he knew there was little chance of anyone seeing. He finished his lunch in a hurry and headed home quickly, only when he was in the privacy of his bedroom did he dare open it. First he had to make an account, when he saw the screen loading up asking for an email address and password he just turned his screen off and put the phone down. This was far too much effort for something he shouldn't really have been doing in the first place. But it only took a few minutes for him to pick the phone back up and begin signing up, he used an old email as it felt less seedy that way and he didn't want to risk his name cropping up anywhere for Spike to see. Now he could load up the link properly and take a proper look at Spike's profile.

Just looking at the small profile picture was enough to startle Ringo a little, the dark eyes looking into the camera with that unreadable glimmer behind them. He was shirtless in the picture, Ringo wondered why that didn't catch his attention first, with the frame cutting off just before it showed anything too explicit. The header was a photo taken from the club, showing him in tight, leather pants and tassels on his nipples which matched the whip he held in his hand. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd spent so much time and effort trying not to think about this man, attempting to keep him out of his mind as much as possible. Ringo knew that if he went through with this all that progress would be lost, he'd be giving in to whatever strange obsession he'd developed for Spike, one that no doubt wasn't going to lead to anything good.

Ringo kept staring at the screen as though it was going to tell him what he should do. Spike's profile had no description, which wasn't very surprising, and it dashed any hope Ringo had of discovering something new about him. Right before he was about to put his phone down again, it vibrated.

        howd the wank go??

        john i dont care how long weve been friends asking how my wank was will always be weird

        youre right sorry         so how did it go???

        if you must know         i havent had a wank         i havent even paid for entry

        now whos the one being inappropriate??

        ha ha

        why havent you???

        feels weird

        oh i see         youll consume a bunch of unethical porn for free but god forbid you actually give sex workers any actual money

        you are the last person who can lecture me about unethical porn

        hey now watch yourself         ringo if you dont get a subscription I WILL

        go ahead

        and ill tell you every day what sexy sexy pictures hes posting         ill tell you EVERY SINGLE TIME i have a wank over them

        every time? i dont think youve got enough data for that

        im not joking

        neither am i         you wank A LOT

        ringooooo just buy it i swear to god         if its not worth it or you regret it or whatever ill give you the money back

        on top of the money you already owe me?

        have you always been such a capitalist

        youre not doing a very good job of convincing me

        fine         spikes cock         now are you convinced???

        maybe

        naked pictures of spike whenever and wherever you want them all for the low low price of 10 quid a month         convinced??

        fine fine         if itll shut you up

        im starting to think thats code for 'i really wanna do this but im too embarrassed to admit it'

        i hate you

        now that DEFINITELY code for 'john youre right'         anyway theres no time to be telling me how right i am all the time youve got dick pics to look at         even i wont stand in the way of a good wank         so dont bother replying to me until youve paid for that subscription young man

        im older than you

        DONT BOTHER REPLYING

Ringo let out a sigh and rested his head against the bedroom wall from where he was laying on the bed. He opened up the link again and his thumb hovered over the subscription button, why couldn't he just do it? The money wasn't an issue, it could've cost half as much or be double the price and he'd still be debating it all the same. Somehow it felt like an invasion of privacy, after all Spike hadn't told Ringo about it himself, but then again that didn't necessarily mean he didn't want Ringo to see it. After all it was like John said: everyone has to make a living somehow. Sometimes Ringo wished he could turn off that part of his brain that was so empathetic, so concerned about how everyone felt and what they were thinking. He knew that he wanted this, so why wasn't he allowing himself to have it? Ringo could see that he was being ridiculous, as he was with almost anything involving Spike, and after lying there for a while pondering and debating he decided to flip a coin. Heads would mean he got the subscription, tails that he didn't. He watched the coin spinning through the air after he flicked it upwards, then snatched it and slammed it down onto his forearm before slowly moving his hand away: it was tails. What a relief. Ringo chuckled to himself for being so foolish, settling down into his bed; it was still only around midday but he didn't have anywhere he needed to be.

So why didn't he feel relieved in the slightest?

This whole thing was getting tiring, the constant debate between what he believed he should do and what he wanted to do, and it seemed like it wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. Apparently he was in this for the long run, whatever that meant, but if he was going to turn down relatively attractive guys practically throwing themselves at him, he may as well go all the way. While he was putting in his credit card information, he stopped to think around three of four times, but once he'd finished and the images became accessible to him, his brain was barely able to conjure up a coherent sentence.

"Jesus..." Ringo breathed out as his eyes flicked across the plethora of pictures loading up on his screen.

There was a lot of them, and a lot of Spike was on display. Most of them were pictures taken at the club, either from a professional photographer in the audience or photos he'd taken himself in the mirrors backstage - Ringo could even see glimpses of Paul in the background of some of them. The ones that caught Ringo's eyes the most were those that seemed to be taken in his house, these also happened to be the ones in which Spike tended to be fully naked. It was very different experience to see him like this: a static image that he'd intentionally taken of himself and posted for so many people to see, an image that couldn't look back at Ringo and make him feel that strange mixture of excitement and shame. He began scrolling down the feed which only revealed more and more enticing photos. Ringo began to feel himself hardening, he suspected it had been happening for a while now but he'd been far too distracted to notice. He felt like a teenager discovering porn for the first time, it was difficult to remind himself that this wasn't anything new. Seeing Spike naked shouldn't have excited him so much, and yet it did.

One picture in particular drew Ringo's attention: Spike was stood in front of a bathroom mirror with a loose black tie lying against his bare chest, one hand was holding a phone and the other gripping his cock. He had dark eye make up on and his hair was messy. Ringo wasn't sure exactly what it was about this photo that was so enticing but he couldn't take his eyes off it. The prominence of his collarbones, the faint curls of his dark hair, how his slim fingers wrapped around himself. Slowly Ringo slid his own hand under the waistband of his boxers as he stared at the picture. At first he hesitated, his fingers stopped right above the base. It's not like this would've been the first time he'd touched himself while thinking about Spike, it would've been far from the last he imagined, but this was different. It was more concrete, more of an admission. Nothing felt quite as real when it's only being imagined, the haziness of lust fuzzing up the mind as it so often did, but now with a very real photo of Spike in front of him - which he'd paid to see - the feeling was far more tangible, far harder to ignore.

He'd come this far, he told himself as his hand sunk lower until his fingers were running along the length of his semi-hard cock, he may as well go all the way. To begin with Ringo stayed looking at this single picture as he slowly pumped himself, but as his lust began to grow he perused through more and more pictures: Spike kneeling naked in front of a mirror with a loose cigarette hanging from his lips, lying in the bath with bubbles only just about covering his nakedness, spread out on the bed with a gag in his mouth, handcuffs forcing his slim arms behind his back with his cock throbbing. None of this was anything Ringo hadn't seen before, like most people in this day and age he'd searched through the darker corners of the internet - sometimes willingly, sometimes John was to blame - but to see Spike in such a way was like an entirely new rush. Each picture drove Ringo further and further on, at times he almost dropped his phone with how sloppy his movements were becoming. Who took these photos? Ringo figured it was best not to think about it, the possibility that Spike had a boyfriend who took all these pictures of him would've been the quickest way to kill his erection.

Ringo began moaning and cursing wantonly as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, he had to stop flicking through the pictures because he could hardly concentrate on what his other hand was doing, so he settled on a final one to help him finish; it wasn't particularly strategic but he was definitely grateful that he selected the one that he did. In it Spike was looking directly into the camera, allowing Ringo to gaze longingly into the rich brown of his eyes and how his dark lashes curled beautifully around them. He was shirtless with nothing but a necklace on, the same necklace that Ringo had seen him wearing in the record store and Ringo couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction that he'd seen it with his own eyes, as though it meant something. Deep down he knew that it didn't but his inebriated mind was latching onto it. The nudity in the photo was hardly interesting Ringo by this point, although it would be wrong to say that he completely ignored the flatness of his stomach or the faint shadows of his ribs beneath his pale skin, it was the personal aspect which truly affected him.

This wasn't just lust. Lust Ringo could understand, he could compartmentalise it and give into it without much shame or a second thought. If this was just lust, he would've bought the subscription without a care and touched himself looking at the nakedness of Spike's body as though it meant nothing more than a way to get off. Yet here he was on the brink of orgasm looking into another man's eyes, eyes that felt like they were looking straight back at him as though they were sharing this moment together. It wasn't hard to imagine Spike's hand in place of his own, those deep eyes watching Ringo come undone piece by piece. Ringo's hip began to stutter, his leg twitching a little as he had to drop the phone down onto his lap as his head fell back against his pillow as his orgasm approached. It wasn't the image of Spike's naked body that filled Ringo's mind as he came, it wasn't his arse or his cock or even his chest, it was his face, his voice, it was him.

Ringo lay breathless on his bed for a while, the clarity that arrived as his orgasm subsided wasn't welcome in the slightest and he was reluctant to pick his phone back up to see Spike's eyes looking at him once again. There was no use in feeling ashamed about it, no point in trying to deny it any longer: his feelings for Spike were more than a mere passing fancy, that was clear. Exactly what he was meant to do about these feelings was far from clear but that wasn't something Ringo could figure out right now with cum on his stomach and the daylight seeping through his bedroom curtains.

When he'd picked up his phone he'd closed all the apps immediately, doing his best not to catch a glimpse of what he'd been so eagerly looking at before. Just as he was about to step into the shower to clean himself off, his phone buzzed; he almost couldn't hear it over the music he was blasting out. It alerted him for a moment as though it was going to be a message from Spike stating he knew exactly what Ringo had just done - it wouldn't have really surprised him had that been the case, Spike's face almost always looked like he knew something that nobody else did - but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was John.

        sooo how did the wank go

         who knows          but on a totally unrelated note im about to get into the shower

         well before you do that i have even more good news 

         can it not wait?

         NO because you might cum just at the thought of it and then youd be wasting a good shower

         well arent you considerate          and unnecessarily graphic

         thats me          anyway im taking you to the club next tuesday whether you like it or not

         im still waiting for the good news

         well if youd let me FINISH          next week theyre doing a special event and we just have to go          youll never guess what it is

         what is it?

         guess

         you just said ill never guess

         youre no fun

         WHAT IS IT

         alright alright keep your hair on          its a crossdressing event          high heels make up probably a few wigs all that good stuff

         im still waiting for the good news

         OH COME ON youre telling me you dont want to see spike in heels and fishnets with some lovely lipstick on

Ringo gulped. It wasn't a difficult image to conjure up his mind, considering he'd been staring at photos of Spike for the past twenty minutes and it excited him to say the least. He did want to see that, very much indeed.

[rkivew0rld]

Seeds || Y.J PT.3

Pairing: Min Yoongi(Suga) x Kim Seokjin. (Sin/Yoonjin) Kim Seokjin x Kim Taehyung(V). (Taejin) Kim Seokjin x Jung Hoseok(J-Hope). (2Seok)

Genre: Mythology AU

Content: Fluff, smut(comes later),

ANGST, kinda crack?¿

Warning: ☢️ Descriptive Physical violence, Sexual Content, Cursing.☢️ (not all chapters contain these things, but when they do, ill add a warning)

Tags: N/A

Length: 1.3k

Summary: The boy who puts bright flowers in his hair, kisses the cheeks of girls and boys alike, and smells like myrrh finds the love of his in the strangest way. While the world’s most feared man who rips souls from chest, walks among the dead and undead, and has the eyes of someone who looks like they have never breathed in their life makes love happen in his own way.

A/N: ☢️ Physical violence in this chapter. If you have any problem with Abuse, if this could possibly upset you. Please do not read the following. Thank you! ☢️ Sorry for the Hiatus, i couldn’t really write tbh. But im back now!! So here yall go. (I didnt really edit this so it may come out crappy because idk how to work tumblr properly at all! Not on a phone or a computer ^^;)

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I arrived at my mother's home with Taehyung's hand in mine. He was finally going to meet my mother, and to be completely honest? I'm actually pretty scared right now, but I can't do anything except head forward since I'm not turning back. I've never had a boyfriend before and this is my first one so, I'm hoping that she accepts him.

We open the gate to my mother's home and walk in, the grass as green as ever decorated with every flower that Gaia could produce. Taehyung picks three different flowers and puts them in different parts of my hair. White, purple, and yellow, all different flowers that somehow, blend perfectly together.

"I've never seen a person more beautiful." Tae says to me, lifting his hand to touch my chin, lifting my face to his lips to give me a sweet kiss, a kiss that brings the wind to us. But also, a kiss that brings my mother to steal me away in a breath taking hug.

"My son! My baby! You're home!" My mother says kissing my cheeks.

"Yes mama, i am home. I have brought someone wi-"

"come inside, quickly! I was just making food, it's your favorite too! Sometimes I think you're psychic, you always know when to come home to get food from me."

I grab Tae's hand as my mother drags me into the house I once called home, not that I'm not welcomed here. My mother sits me on the couch; I figured she would act like this but I didn't think she would completely ignore him, or even cut me off when I speak. I look at Taehyung and he just shrugs with a smile.

He's known for getting along with everyone and could make anyone his friend. But, my mother, a stubborn woman, didn't want friends, nor did she want me to have friends, or even a boyfriend which would be out of the line for her. I sigh and lean into the couch, tired as hell already. My mother has always been such a pain, but she's always topping things.

And here she is again, exceeding my expectations in the worst ways. As always, she's so extra. She always has been, it's irritating. But what can I do? Nothing, im powerless when it comes to my mother. I kiss Taehyung on his cheek and pat his hand, he tilts his head and pouts while watching me walk to the kitchen to speak to my mother.

"Mama?" I call quietly for my mother.

"Yes darling?" She answers me while still focused on cooking.

"Why're you ignoring Taehyung?"

“Who?”

"Taehyung, the boy on the couch, my boy-" she interrupts me.

"Ah! yes, the boy on the couch. I'm sorry, I didn't see him. I was so focused on you." She turns to look at me and gives me a sweet smile.

"Of course you were..." I murmur.

“Hm? What was that?" She turns around to look at me.

I gulp and look down to the floor. "I said. I know you were. That's why, i want to introduce you to him, because he's my boy-"

"He's not, your boyfriend. Is he?" My mother asks me

"He is."

"Why?"

"I love him."

"He's your first boyfriend, you don't know love, or what love is."

"Mother how can you say that when I-" she interrupts me.

"How can I say that? I just did, i opened my mouth and used my vocals cords, to speak it into existence." My mother says crossing her arms.

"Mama, please listen."

"Oh, I am. I'm listening and waiting for that explanation of why you got this man, UP IN MY FUCKING HOUSE." My mother yells at me. I flinch and stare at her before answering.

"Because, you told me. When I have my first time-"

"Your first time?" She uncrosses her arms and approaches me slowly, taking only one step.

"I have to tell you-"

"Tell me what?"

"W-when." I stutter.

"When what? Kore."

"When I have se-" before I could finish my sentence, my mother slaps me, hard. I fall on the floor with a heavy thud, my lip hitting the wood. I hold my face and touch my lip, finding red droplets of blood pour onto my thumb.

"You're so fucking dirty, I thought I taught you so much fucking better. It’s like, everything i taught you flew out the fucking window and you know what? It's all. His fault." My mother turns her head to Taehyung who's standing wide eyed with his eyes trained on me, but I turn away from him and look down, ashamed. My mother moves to Taehyung, slowly and in a threatening way. "Get, the fuck, out, OF MY HOME." She yells, taking a step with each word and shoving at Taehyung till he is out the door, which she slams in his face.

"Now. let's get you cleaned up? Shall we?" My mother turns around with a smile on her face. In this moment, I realized, that my mom, has gone batshit crazy.

"Stay away from me." I spat at my mother with anger while walking away from her. She pulls me by my hair and brings me to face her.

"I don't know where you got this HORRIBLE, attitude from. But obviously, not from me! I was taught to respect my elders! You probably got that from that Herme-." My mother pauses and releases me from her grip.

"What are you talking about mama? Whats wrong with you?" Turning to face her with my eyes full of tears and my face completely red.

"Look, it's a long story and nothing for you to worry about. if I tell you then you'll know why I feel the way I do about that boy."

"Taehyung? Wait, mama. You don’t even know him, he didn’t even do anything yet and here you are, mad at me." I narrow my eyes at her and shake my head. My mother slowly grabs my hand and brings me to the couch to sit.

"You know, how I gave you all those books when you were younger? How I wanted you to study, and learn about all the things of Gaia, and why I even wanted you to call the earth, Gaia?"

"Go. On."

"You know how you heal whenever you had a cut or a scratch?"

"Yes but what does that have to do with anything? You just said i was extra strong?"

"Well that's because-"

"Jin?" My father enters through the door with wide eyes, his sweat drenched hair covering one of his eyes, and his sleeves pushed up above his elbows. He looks to me and then to my mother.

"what have you done to him?" My father drops his items and kicks the door closed. When he walks up to me, he grabs my chin gently and pouts at my busted lip.

"Dad? I have a question. I know you would always tell me the truth, right?"

"Of course doll, what's up?" My dad looks at me into my eyes.

"Why does mama hate Taehyung, my boyfriend?”

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"That's because your mother sees something in him that you don’t, and soon enough you’ll see it too." My father says and proceeds to walk away.

I wanted to ask, to know, what was there to see about Taehyung? What was there to know in those books i was given as a child, about Taehyung? Why was i never informed? Why was i ever lied to? What had i done to deserve such horrible treatment? I wanted to run away, far away from everything and everyone. But i stayed, i stayed and waited for more things to come, more things to know, to be informed about, i wanted knowledge. I wanted, everything.

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In fact, Im usually fairly quiet - not shy, but definitely not a atk natural and hairy flirter or anything like that. I hope this is the right place to post and that you guys enjoy the story haha! First of all let me explain that I am not at all an outgoing ladies man or anything of the sort. One day, a few friends were heading out to a rock club they enjoyed and asked if I wanted to tag along. By the time I got to the club, I was definitely tipsy and in that state of faux-confidence. Im not really into rock or metal, but decided Id go too just because I was still new to clubbing and the novelty had yet to wear off. We had a few drinks at one of their houses and set off for the bar. However, once Ive had one too many drinks I often naked girls hairy pussies seem to think Im a super confident pick up artist (whether I want to or not), which inevitably ends up in me making a fool of myself. Turning around, I noticed a woman standing around waiting to be served too. Apart from the one time it actually worked. The queue was pretty big at this point, and Im not particularly large or aggressive enough to just barge past, so I got stuck at the back. We got our drinks after a while and I drank mine quicker than Ive ever drank anything in my life. She was pretty hot to be honest, not my normal "type" but definitely attractive; perhaps 510, black hair, average built dressed in a leathery sorta goth outfit. At this point Id only ever been sexually active with two girls, both of which were during serious relationships, so I had absolutely no experience picking up girls or anything like that. My memory of this point is slightly hazy, but after a while we were dancing together - my hands around her waist occasionally drifting down onto her ass, her arms around my neck. They were in absolute hysterics (and havent let me forget it since), but ultimately cheered me on. I had recently turned 18 and had just finished a fairly long-term relationship. She must have been a little taken aback, but laughed and agreed. Before I knew what I was doing I headed over to her and asked if I could get her a drink. It was really quite intimidating to be honest, she had skulls and candles and loads of goth stuff decorating her house. To this day I dont quite know if she meant for me to go back with her, but we got in the taxi together regardless. We kissed a little more in the taxi, but at this point I was starting to sober up and my usual self-consciousness and social awkwardness was starting to return. At the time I had been living in a fairly quiet area with my parents where there really wasnt anything (or anyone) like this around, so I was starting to freak out a little, but luckily out of sheer horniness - and probably because I dont think Id dare explaining that I was getting a bit anxious about it - I stuck with it. Slowly, she gravitated down my body until she pulled off my jeans and started sucking my cock. She pulled me into her bedroom and onto her bed where hairy pussy women pictures she climbed on top of me and began to kiss me some more, undoing my jeans in the process. Getting out of the taxi, she laughed and pulled me into her flat. If you liked this article therefore you would like to be given more info about teens hairy pussy video generously visit the web-site. I was totally startled and sort of just laid there and watched awkwardly, trying desperately not to cum as she sucked. After a few minutes she stopped and told me it was her turn, before sitting up and taking off her clothes. Lying down next to me, she spread her legs and gestured for me to get between them. I was already rock hard and still in a state of disbelief, but went with it as much as I could, kissing her back and holding her waist. It was probably definitely not the best licking out shed ever got, but I tried my best and I think she must have taken pity on me, and after maybe 3 minutes or so she giggled and pulled me onto my back before climbing on top of me and sliding my cock inside her. Two of my friends had gone off to find a table whilst the other went to the bathroom, with me going straight to the bar to get another drink. Like I said before, she had a pretty good body, definitely by far the hottest woman Ive ever been with, but I was busy concentrating all my effort into not cumming or offending her. It took all of my strength not to cum, but after a little while she climbed off me and got back on her back with her legs in the air, telling me to give it to her like that. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass, telling me lots of sexy things and clawing at my chest as she bounced on me. I managed a few more thrusts before saying something along the lines of "I gotta cum", to which she laughed a bit and said "dont cum inside me, cum on me". She mentioned to me that shed have to head home soon, and me being the drunken horny 18 year old I was decided Id go and tell my friends Id pulled and would see them tomorrow. Using those precious seconds to try and recharge some stamina, I got up and between her legs again, sliding my cock inside her. I really wish I could remember properly, but somehow we began kissing and she gave me a hickey or two. She woke me up the next morning and offered to call me a taxi home. She began rubbing her pussy as I began to thrust, but I knew I was in trouble and about to cum any moment. Well, more accurately, I pulled out, shot one huge load over her head and onto the headboard and pillow behind her, and then the rest ended up on her belly. Id never had sex without a condom before, and had I been totally sober and not ever so slightly terrified I would definitely have gone through the whole "not without protection" speech, but didnt seem to have much choice in the matter. Theyd managed to find this girls facebook and found out she was 34, almost double my age - and to this day they have not let me forget it. After sleeping a little more, I woke up with a lot of messages from my friends. I was extremely embarrassed and awkward, but thanked her for letting me stay and promptly headed off home. So yeah, hope you enjoyed the story! Totally overwhelmed and exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed and passed out. I was unbelievably embarrassed and a little worried for my health (booked an STD test the week later - came back negative thankfully) and stalked her facebook for several weeks to make sure she wasnt pregnant, but in hindsight it was the single hottest moment of my life. Id only ever eaten my ex out and was getting really worried shed get mad at me and beat me up or something, but I sheepishly shuffled down and began licking. Pulling out, I came on her belly. PM me if you want to know more or if you want to hear any other stories, but that was by far the most standout one.