#honestly I don't know how else to tag this

[thejimmycultoffical]

Jimmy's Official Stance on @/officalverse-offical.

Jimmy doesn't support @/officalverse-offical in any way.

Honestly, some of the behavior is that of a dictator.

She is trying to gatekeep a community while not listening to the people of that community.

Saying @sappho-offical is stupid for basically saying "we accept everyone" is disrespectful and rude.

If she's our "leader", she certainly isn't a good one and I suggest we look at the French revolution.

The leader was mistreating the people.

So what did the people do?

Off. With. Her. Head.

We know that occurring to her "rules" (which are clearly disregarded and for a lack of better wording, moronic) this account isn't offical,

but the people have spoken.

Jimmy is worshipped, and from what we can tell somewhat canon.

Additionally, what kind of good leader would say, "I'm Right and You are Wrong"? Certainly none that we've heard of.

"Everyone else is excluded" yet, the people who often are in these communities are people who are excluded from other spaces or discriminated against.

Also, @official--eve existed before the officalverse, if our memory is correct. We don't understand how someone can be excluded when they existed before this universe as a whole.

Ignoring the people is something current law makers in America are doing, and let's not forget that they too are excluding people.

She does not get to silence the people. She "preaches" that we only exist inside of her, but that would imply that she has a soul, or the souls of the lovely accounts in this fandom inside of her.

Dictators, people who exclude others, and people who ignore the people do not have souls. Therefore, she doesn't contain us.

Jimmy believes that she is content with the attention she is receiving from the hate, which is why she fuels it. Disengaging would be best, but we're afraid that she craves too much of that attention and would go after other accounts.

@/officalverse-offical is no longer canon. We'd like to believe they never were.

Fight for Eve. Fight for those being silenced. Speak up. Anyone who speaks up against officalverse-offical has Jimmy and The Cult's full support.

Free The Offical Verse.

Justice for Eve.

Exclude No One.

A Voice For All.

Please tag other offical verse accounts.

@grim-reaper-offical Please tag more accounts from the officalverse. Jimmy sends her regards.

@commrade-void

@bunnyinakangolhat

@kr-st-ph-g-v-n

@mariorat

@u-haul-jesus

@albert-offical

@thestrangedazebouquet

@zeroxisadumbfuck

@knife-offical

@homosexuality-offical

@leviathan-offical

@willowanomaly

@hadesbestgod

@the-aftonsparv

@gayfarmgal

@autistic-lizard

@grandma--official

@chaoticandlucky

[sturns-mermaid]

BLOWING SMOKE .ᐟ

part two!! previous here

thank you @nodoubtily for requesting! | not proofread

WARNINGS: switch matt, oral f (receiving), use of "sweet girl", unprotected p in v, mention of a joint, matt gets annoyed with you and takes control, bratty reader, teasing

wc: 816 | master list | tag list | divders by @/anitalenia

The sounds that were leaving your mouth were like music to Matt’s ears, knowing that he was the cause. “Shit, just like that…” you muttered out, rolling your hips against his face. Your eyes closed in bliss, the joint you were smoking now long forgotten in the ashtray. His tongue plunged deeper into your soaked cunt, nose pressed against your clit as you tugged at his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls clenching against him.

A ragged moan slipped from your lips as you came right on his tongue. Juices soaking his face, but you didn’t let him get away that fast. Your hand held his face in place as you drew out your orgasm, using his mouth for your own pleasure.

 Matt, on the other hand, was beginning to get frustrated as your hand continued to push his face further into your folds. “Mmm, you like me using you like this?” you asked, looking down at him, that same smirk stuck on your face. Matt grunted into your flesh, grabbing your wrist as he moved your hand away from his hair. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, sitting up and resting on his knees as he moved closer to you. You scoff, confused at his sudden attitude, waving a hand dismissively at him.

“What’s your problem?” you huff, already reaching for your panties. He groaned, watching your movements; you always did this. Used him, then left, never stayed, not even long enough to kiss him goodbye. Of course, this was due to the agreement you both agreed to, friends with benefits, no strings attached. Matt tugged your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “You can’t just leave like that,” he whines, pulling you against him. The room felt tense, like he was trying not to take you right then and there. “Just stay awhile,” he suggested gently stroking your cheek. 

And so you did, like he asked. Even though you didn’t have to, but honestly, you had nothing else to do. Watching him squirm underneath you while you teased him was such a pretty sight. That is, until Matt got fed up with your actions. You hovered over his leaking member, one hand keeping him pressed into the mattress while the other dragged his cock along your slick folds. “Maybe I should punish you, not let you fuck me…” You whispered, causing his body to tremble. “I bet you can't even make me come, can you? Look at you all pathe-."

Your words were cut off by Matt flipping you over so he was on top. His hands quickly pinning your arms above your head as he finally slid into your warmth. “What the fu-” your words were once again cut off by him thrusting desperately inside you, making your eyes roll back. “Hm. What was that? Not so big and bad now, are you?” he mocked you with a fake pout on his lips watching your breasts bounce with each thrust.

“You asshole…” You muttered, your eyes finally meeting his, mouth falling agape at how deeply he was inside you. Now it was his turn to give you a taste of your own medicine. “Beg,” he groaned into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he lost all control, one hand gripping tightly on your wrists. You scoff, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Not happening,” you murmur, moving away from his lips as he tries to kiss you. His first instinct was to whine and wait for your next command, but he was the one in control now. “What you don't like to be bossed around, sweetheart?” he teased his thrusts slowing down as he sucked your exposed skin. Your body betrayed you, hips bucking desperately, trying to make him move faster.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, one hand moving to grip your hips, halting your movements. “Say it, or this poor pussy won’t come” his hand slid between both of your sweaty bodies as he lightly slapped your cunt. “Fuck you,” you spat, but your actions said otherwise as your back arched off the bed desperately seeking release. Matt shrugged, leaning up and teasingly slipping out of you.

“Fine, have it your way,” he said, exiting your warmth with a soft pop. Leaving your body tingling for more, you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from giving in. “Ugh, I hate you…” You mutter, trying to get away from his grip. The feeling of his twitching member sliding against your slick folds was too much; you needed him inside you.

“Fuck, just fuck me, please! Matt…” You whine, walls clenching, finally breaking as you in gave to him. “Please…let me come.” He never thought that he would hear those words from you, let alone have you submit to him. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, sweet girl?” he tsked, sliding back inside you, groaning at the feeling on your walls fluttering around him. He loved how much power he held over you now. 

note: have this while i finish twisted truths chp2

[astrofaeology]

Speading awareness on Cyber Bullying/doxxing in th Astro Community

To preface.

I'm not 'picking sides' and I'm staying out of this drama/beef.

I just have to speak out against the scary behaviour, I've been seeing on this platform. I will use my platform for postivity and because I've been seeing the same matter again and again, I will be using my platform to spread awareness .

I will have to admit, I am/was scared to make this post. I'm not looking to cause any more stife, but this behaviour is unacceptable.

When I first made this platform, I was sent r*pe threats for apparenly being someone else, the whole experience was scary and I will never understand how could other people threaten others so simply and easily. However I really do love the astro community on tumblr and decided to stay.

The cases

First came @/stfuteaonastro, who blantly targeted creators (such as @/bitdemonic, @/selenepsyche, @/tarotlexa. etc ) and was blantantly racist. Idk why or want to know why they sent those threats however I can’t imagine how it must have felt to be in that position.

No one deserves this type of treatment.

Then I came across a page that depicted the harrassment and the address of one of the users on this platform ( @/jupittersreturn - who has deactivated) . I've reported and blocked the account but surpisingly it's still up. Because that account username has contains personal information, i won't be tagging them - as idk jupittereturn and idk if they would want me to encourage others to report this account).

Next up was a @/marrymeeli who is harrassing @/selenepsyche and @/eswhoreteric, by typing out some terrifying statements and using slurs/being fatphobic racist and overall disgusting. I feel scared and terrified for both of them and no matter what both of them don't deserve this type of cyberbullting and stalking.

Not to mention I've seen some people like @/monochromed-elf, who got called raicst because ... they apparently liked some post or smt.

There are probably more people in the astro/tarot community who have been victims of harrassment and bullying. But this behaviour is not okay and I would encourage you if you unfortunately see these accounts to block them.

Becareful who you give your personal details to, and I would suggest use fake names/spam email for these sites if you're using them.

You can purchase a VPN (but thoes can be expensive).

Always Always update your computer as soon as you can. Software updates can patch up, potential data leaks in your computer/phone.

Use strong passwords / 2FA.

Finally, as time has revealed some (allegedly) bad behaviour from certain creators. I would like others to remember no matter what, they are human beings and worthy of respect. I would encourage people to utilise the block button, if you're appaled by someone's actions, instead of harrassing them and sending them threats through dms,inboxes.

Using the internet to bully others (- spread hate) under the cover of alts. Is honestly dispicible behaviour. Cyberbullying/targeted harassment isn't justice - it's pathetic.

Yes there is someone in the astro/tarot community who's telling others to d*e and to be r*ped by dogs, however speculation and pointing direct fingers at others is only going to get others hurt. Because we don't actually know for certain what happened. So I would advoid pointing fingers at others since, whatever said on the internet will be there forever, and without proper evidence it is a false accusation. (thats my opinion)

Please be safe and mindful when using this platform and I highly encourage you to utilise the block and report button button.

[einaudis]

Question: What is the greatest magic of all? Answer: Friendship, right? [B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)

DUNGEON MASTER BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN ANSWERS DnD QUESTIONS (TECH SUPPORT | WIRED)

[misakarose]

R O U N D 1 ↳  「 MY CLEMATIS 」

[untitledgoosegay]

one of the weirdest experiences i ever had was flipping through dimidue fic early on and realizing " ... oh some of you guys are here for the power dynamic? like straight-up? you're getting off to the appearance of their relationship? and not the complex interwoven navigation of the personal, interpersonal, and political in an attempt to honestly connect and express selfhood? not the balance of truth, half-truth, and façade? not the struggle to truly express, receive, and understand love, despite the power dynamics at play and the political realities of the situation?"

skill issue. lmao

[igot7bulletproofmonstas]

Dysfunctional

Characters: Jinyoung (GOT7)

Words: 3,838

Summary: After a bad day of everything going wrong, you go to hang out with your BFF's, Stray Kids, but they have a surprise for you that starts to go horribly wrong for them, but horribly right for you.

Warnings: Physical violence, hardcore smut, angry asshole Jinyoung, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of aftercare and a cathartic conversation.

A/N: First and foremost I wanna stress a few things.

#1, this is FICTION. This DOES NOT represent any of the people mentioned in this fic, so if you wanna barge in and start hollering at me for "making Jinyoung a violent asshole" well, go away and come back with a warrant.

#2 this fic contains physical violence that does kinda look like DV. If that bothers you , DO NOT READ.

#3 I wrote this in first person POV in an attempt to make it more palatable. I honestly thought if I wrote this as a Y/N POV it would be too much for people. So, if you wanna take a shot and read it, think of it as this is happening TO ME and NOT to YOU.

My only excuse is I used to write for SPN, so writing violence with my smut just comes natural.

I also don't feel like this is "complete", but I just don't have it in me right now to polish it up and make it what I really want it to be. I'm going thru some shit okay?

Tagging: @ot7sgoodgirl and @kpop---scenarios as they are the only ones who knew I was writing it and encouraged me to keep going.

The day couldn’t have been worse. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely did and by the time I got in the cab to head to my destination, I was ready to let the dam break.

First, there was an IT glitch at work that caused me to lose 3 accounts that I’d been working on for months with no repair in sight. My boss called me into her office to let me know my PTO that I put in SIX months ago had been denied and rescinded. Someone had stolen my lunch out of the community fridge, so I was left eating stale saltines from my desk with tap water. My last pair of stockings got a run when I stopped my briefcase from falling into the puddle by the curb, the hinges digging into the flimsy material and into my skin, leaving a bloody welt behind.

As I sat down and shut the door of the car, I picked up my phone to text the boys that I was finally on my way, but they better have some soju on hand. Changbin responded with, “Something better.”

The cab pulled up to the massive building and I stepped out, narrowly avoiding yet another puddle. Damn rainy season! I hustled up to the building, my keycard allowing me inside easily.

“Wow, who shit in your cereal, honey?”, asked the evening guard with a look of concern on his face.

“The universe, my sweet, and I hope it falls in the bowl and drowns. Hope your day is better than mine.” I sighed, walking past him to the elevators; still keeping a tight rein on the waterworks. I wasn’t the type to cry unless I was royally pissed off and I had definitely hit that limit.

When the doors opened and I saw the SKZ dorm, my chest tightened. Yeah, I needed my boys tonight. Fuck this day and the horse it rode in on.

I had just begun typing in the passcode to get into the dorm when it suddenly opened to reveal Minho standing on the other side. Shocked by my deep frown, he pulled me inside quickly and wrapped me into a tight hug. “Surprise NOW, guys! 911!” he said as he let go and pulled me behind him into the general living space. It took me exactly .3 seconds to lay eyes on JB and other members of GOT7 sitting on the various couches and chairs. He was on his feet in an instant, ready for me to leap into his arms like I always did.

“OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!” I squealed, wrapping my whole body around JB’s solid frame and burying my face into his neck. I had been trying to set up a time to see them before they started the heavy hitting portion of their comeback activities, but schedules always seemed to get in the way. A chorus of 5 voices calling various loving nicknames joined in with JB’s whispered, “Hey sweetheart.” as he hugged me tight. I raised my head, eyes locking on someone standing in the doorway that lead to the communal bathroom.

“What is THAT doing here?” my voice joined another, uttering the same question, as my gaze landed on the one person that I often daydreamed about dropping into a cement mixer full of quicksand.

“Oh shit, here we go.” Jackson said as he walked back to stand beside my arch nemesis, Park Jinyoung.

All 8 of SKZ looked at each other bewildered, Chan looking to JB for an answer of any kind.

“I came here to spend time with my brothers, not listen to this bitch”, Jinyoung spat, a hard gaze leveled right at me.

“C’mon Hyung, can’t you keep it civil for 5 minutes?” Jackson pleaded beside him.

I slid down JB’s body, standing on wobbly feet from the adrenaline suddenly coursing through my body.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some acting classes to attend? Couldn’t even convince someone with diarrhea to buy toilet paper!” my words loaded with disdain.

“What are you even doing here ‘Sweetheart’?” his last word thick with sarcastic saccharine. “Been too long since you got bent over by my brothers?”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, shoulders shaking with pure unadulterated rage. I started to open my mouth, but JB grabbed me around the waist and slapped a hand across my mouth before I could speak.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s not do this okay? Let’s just have a nice visit while we can.” JB whispered against my cheek.

“What the hell is going on?” Changbin asked Chan who only shrugged. Yugyeom made his way over to the group to explain.

“So, we really didn’t think this would happen and I’m so sorry, Hyung” Yugyeom bowed his head while addressing Chan.

“What IS going on?” Chan asked

“Noona and Hyung have a...complicated relationship?” Yugyeom offered as Youngjae joined them.

“They hate one another, let’s just call it what it is.” Youngjae said flatly.

“Woah, wait what?” Hyunjin asked as he joined in the conversation, the rest of SKZ following him.

“I don’t wanna overstep, but are you sure?” Minho offered. “They both look like they wanna devour each other, both literally and sexually.”

“Maybe?” Yugyeom responded “but let’s hope not. The last time that happened, we had to clean up broken glass, broken furniture, and they both needed stitches.”

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated, run that by me again?” Chan asked increduously

“They’re…..rough.” Youngjae began as a commotion caught everyone’s attention.

“You rat bastard sonofabitch I will end you!” I screamed, struggling with all my might to wiggle out of JB’s grasp.

“Oh! Is that it? You DO want them to fold you like the dirty laundry you are?” Jinyoung chuckled.

Changbin’s ears perked up at that and he took a deep breath, inflating to make himself appear bigger. “Hyung, is there really a reason for that kind of talk?”

“What are you getting so upset for little bro? Oh!” Jinyoung’s chuckle gains an edge of disgusted glee. “You decided to move on to the kids after we left, didn’t you? You just have to ride anything associated with JYP don’t you?”

CRACK

In a split second, I was out of JB’s grasp, across the room, and landing closed fisted punch directly to Jinyoung’s jaw causing him to stumble backwards.

“You miss getting fucked by JYPapi that bad that you have to take it out on me, you pathetic prick?” I seethed.

Jinyoung rights himself and wipes his mouth to see blood. His eyes light up with a fire I hadn’t seen in over 3 years.

“I don’t think me getting fucked is what we should be discussing” Jinyoung’s bloody grin would send shivers down most spines, but not me. My thoughts turn back to the last time we two fought 3 years ago. It was brutal, bloody, and absolutely orgasmic.

“What do you want to discuss short dick? The fact you can’t get a girl if you paid her?”

SLAP

My head snaps to the side as the back of Jinyoung’s hand comes in contact with my cheek, the taste of metal already beginning to pool against my teeth. He walks forward, his body pushing me back to the nearest wall.

“You really wanna run your mouth? I’ll give you something to use it on.” Jinyoung’s grin sends shivers through my body as his hand reaches down towards his zipper. In an instant my forearm connects with his throat as I twist our bodies around and pin him up against the same wall.

“What? That tiny dick?” I giggle, the blood smeared across my teeth matching his.

Jinyoung reaches forward, still pinned to the wall and cards a hand through to the back of my hair where he grips and yanks hard. “Oh you need it real bad, don’t you?” he smirks.

My left hand then reaches down and grabs his crotch with a painfully tight squeeze, his rock hard erection throbbing and making him yelp.

“You think you can handle me? Last time you needed stitches.” I purr with my nose right up against his.

“So did you” he huffs before pulling me forward into a bruising kiss, tasting each others blood on our tongues and making me squeeze him even harder.

“Should we do something?” Felix grits out, panicked as he and Jisung try their best to hold onto Changbin who looks like he wants to rip his Hyung’s head clean from his shoulders.

“Nope, now is the time we all disappear, but you have a first aid kit fully stocked right?” Jackson asks the scared looking group. Jisung nods as he swallows thickly.

“Then let’s let them work it out. Trust me, they won’t kill each other, but it will be messy” Mark says as he and the rest of GOT7 put arms around their Jr’s to lead them out of the dorm.

“But they just kissed with blood in their mouths?!” Jeongin whines, clearly disturbed by the sight he was witnessing.

“I promise you, it’s not the first time they’ve ingested each others….fluids” Yugyeom says as he drags the youngest along with him and out the door.

Pulling his fingers from my hair, he reaches down to the collar of my dress shirt and rips straight down sending buttons flying every direction.

“I wanna see those beautiful tits.” He says thickly, his mouth still tainted by the blood from the split on his lip.

Letting go of his length, I reach for his belt, unbuckle it and pull it free to wrap it around the arm that had been pinning his neck. Pulling back with all the force I can, I whack it harshly against his ass, pulling a needy moan from his throat.

Ripping the belt from my grasp, he grabs me painfully by my shoulder, spinning me around and smashing my face into the wall.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?” he huffs against my ear as he hauls off and whips me across both ass cheeks with the belt before pressing his raging erection right against my sore ass. A whining moan forces it’s way out of my mouth as my legs feel like they’re gonna give out beneath me, but I won’t let him win.

“I remember clearly...and you should respect your elders.” I grunt as I push off the wall hard, knocking him off balance before I turn and push, sending him toppling to the nearest couch.

Grabbing the collar of his dress shirt I lean down to take a button into my mouth.

“You and your prissy…”

I bite and spit a button across the room.

“Preppy little….”

bite

“holier than thou asshole...”

bite

“and these fucking dress shirts.” I finish as I spit the last button out like it offended me.

Crawling back up towards his collarbones, I begin to bite the flesh of his chest, my teeth leaving deep indents from his collarbone all the way down to his happy trail.

The desperate moans spilling from him are enough to completely drench my panties and dress slacks, as if they would survive this. I knew better, every stitch of clothing we wore would be in shreds by the end.

“We’re still wearing too many clothes” he breathes as he tries desperately to pull every stitch of fabric from my lower half, ripping the slacks and panties at the seams.

I hum in agreement as I raise up, allowing him to stand so I can work his own pants off. He slaps at my hands, not allowing me to touch as he unbuttons and slides the fabric down his thighs. I grunt in frustration, but he stops me cold as he slaps me across the face again. The sting sending arousal straight to my core.

“Bitches don’t get to touch until they’re told they can” he singsongs as he steps out of his slacks and reaches forward to push me back on the couch. Before he can react, I grab his thighs with both hands, dragging all 10 fingernails deeply, leaving angry red marks behind as he sucks in air through his teeth.

“That’s right ‘bitches’ don’t.” I spit, my eyes locked on the prize of his throbbing cock. I want it in my mouth so badly. I want to feel him pulse and I especially want to feel him twitch and hear him whimper as I take him down my throat as far as I can and pull back, scraping my teeth slowly, but firmly all the way up.

A grumble rumbles up from deep in his chest as he lurches forward and traps me under him, spreading my legs with the weight of his body. He knows exactly what I want to do with his cock, I’ve done it before and he blew his load down my throat instantly the last time I did. I try desperately to close them and scoot away, just to piss him off more, but he grips my inner thighs hard enough to bruise on contact.

“Do I need to make sure you’re ready for me or are you already soaking wet like the slut I know you are?” he breathes against my quivering center. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I bring his face to exactly where we both want him to be and smash his face, grinding my heat against him and smearing my slick all over his face. “What do you think?”

He grunts deeply as he rears back, grabbing my leg closest to the back of the couch and raises it up towards my chest and in one smooth motion he buries himself balls deep, not giving me any chance to adjust to his size whatsoever. It stings, it burns, and it throbs so good. He starts an absolutely brutal pace, battering my pussy with thrusts hard enough to give us both whiplash. I wrap my legs around his back and squeeze like I’m trying to break his ribs and honestly? A small part of me wants to.

“That perfect pussy….must be because my brothers wore it out for me” he groans as he continues to plow me like his life depends on it.

“Nah, it’s just that little cock. Fits just right.” I cry out, raking my nails down his back until I feel my fingertips wet with his blood making him fuck me harder and faster. He pulls both my arms above my head and holds my wrists as his body weight holds me still. He grinds into me, his pubic bone driving into my clit and setting off my orgasm like fireworks. As pleasure rips through my body, it throws off his rhythm long enough for me to push him off me so I can straddle him. The rough fabric of the couch makes him hiss when it comes into contact with the bloody scratches down his back.

“Oh fuck, you make me feel so alive.” he groans as I start riding him, his cock sliding in and out of me so perfectly. I lean forward, wrapping both hands around his neck, putting pressure on his carotid and not his windpipe because I don’t actually want to kill him...yet. The way he fills me, stretches me, like we were made for each other. I know he feels the same the way he’s gripping my body like I’m going to disappear. His moans, grunts, growls and groans are that of perfect pleasure.

“Sweet girl, please stop. I’m about to…” he cries out, his hips bucking of their own volition. I wait until the last possible second and then stand. Pulling him out of me and grip his base, squeezing so he can’t blow just yet.

The angry whine that escapes him sounds like pure sin as I sit back towards his knees and lean over, taking him down my throat in one go. The ragged hiss that escapes him is glorious. I hold there long enough to swallow around his tip and as I pull off, I indeed, scrape my teeth along his entire shaft.

“No, fuck!” he yells, grabbing his dick out of my mouth and hand so he can stop the inevitable once again. Pushing me off him, he grabs my legs and flips me facedown, pulling my hips up and shoving my face down, like I’m a bitch in heat and he’s ready to breed me. He slams back in and starts fucking me with long, deep, slow strokes. Bouncing against my cervix with each thrust, he builds speed and intensity, the loud smack of his hips against my ass resonates throughout the room.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of my hair and grips as hard as he can, pulling me up and brushing his lips against my ear.

“Ok, now I’m ready to cum. You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it, isn’t that right?” he growls. I can feel another orgasm building with every roll of his hips, my walls gripping around him.

“I’m gonna fill you so full and so deep and I’m not gonna pull out until your womb has soaked up every last drop of my seed. Understand?” he breathes.

Between the glide of his cock through my walls and the filth pouring from his lips, the coil in my belly snaps and pleasure washes through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking with the force.

“That’s a good slut, here it comes. Take it! Take it all!” Jinyoung cries out, sinking his teeth deeply into my shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me with his warmth.

There’s no sound in the room save the heaving breaths coming from our tired bodies. Jinyoung then covers my body with his own and his lips latch onto my shoulder where he bit me, his tongue laving over the broken skin.

“Why do we always have to scar each other?” he sighs, once all the blood has been licked clean from my shoulder.

“Because we hate each other. It’s called a hate fuck for a reason.” I sigh wearily, not really in the mood for conversation. I just want to get up, clean up and call the boys to come back to comfort me.

“Does it have to be a hate fuck?” he asks softly as he peels himself away from me, pulling me into a sitting position next to him.

“What else could it be?” my expression giving away my shock.

Standing from the couch, Jinyoung makes his way to the bathroom to find first aid supplies and grab a couple waters from the mini fridge on his way back to me. He checks me over to make sure there are no serious injuries before cleaning and applying antibiotic cream and a square of gauze to my shoulder. When he deems me patched, he turns and lets me tend to the slashes down his back. I pull out antiseptic and gauze and begin to tend to his wounds as he sharply sucks air through his teeth and grips a handful of couch cushion as I cleanse the affected areas.

“I just think that there’s obviously chemistry between us and it doesn’t need to be so violent.” Jinyoung says flatly, anticipating an acerbic response from me.

I sigh before grabbing a packet of scar cream to smooth over his back. “Maybe? I don’t even understand how it got to this point to be honest. We’ve always had some snide remark towards one another, but that day 3 years ago. What even was that?” I question honestly.

Jinyoung turns to me, pulling the packet from my grasp and taking my hands into his. “We both were going through a bad time back then you know---”. I squeeze his hands, not wanting him to go any further with that statement. Neither of us needing to remember that part of the past right now. “I’m just saying, we took it out on each other. Probably in the most toxic way known to human kind, but it is what it is. I just don’t think it needs to be like this anymore.” the softness in his eyes was not only foreign to me, but a little unnerving.

“We have attraction, do we not?” he asks point blank.

“I mean, yeah…” he cuts me off before I can continue.

“and we obviously trust each other more than we’re willing to admit. I mean, would you let anyone else manhandle you the way I have?” I shake my head as he continues. “I know I would never let anyone else do the things you do to me. So, why do we need to go so hard at each other, like we’re going to war?”

I suck in a deep breath, pulling my hand back to pinch the bridge of my nose. “You know you annoy me when you make sense.” I say with a smirk and a smile forms across his face.

“So, what do you say? Truce?” his hand releasing mine to hold out a pinky.

“What are you, 5?” I giggle as I accept his pinky with my own.

“No, that’s Chan” he replies with a wide grin.

“So, from here on out, we make love?” I ask with the gooeyest heart eyes I can muster.

“Eww, no.” he fake gags. “Let’s just release tension without battle scars and broken lamps.” the scar on the back of my arm tenses at the memory.

“Ok, but I still expect you to plow me into oblivion” I advise firmly, with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Always” he replies with a grin as he walks into the room he’s chosen to sleep in and comes back with two pairs of sleep pants and a shirt. We dress each other and get into a comfortable snuggle on the couch while downing the bottles of water. It’s not long before I fall asleep in his arms feeling content and safe.

“I don’t hear anything, you don’t think they finally killed each other do you?” Yugyeom asks with genuine fear in his eyes.

“IF they had, the whole floor would’ve heard it and there’d be ambulances and fire trucks and the whole nine.” JB says as he uses his keycard on the door and opens it slowly and carefully.

“Everyone okay?” JB calls out as he peeks inside. “Everyone DECENT?” Bambam adds with a chuckle.

Jackson pushes past JB into the main room and gasps loudly at the sight before him, the rest of GOT7 and SKZ filing in behind.

“I don’t believe it.” Jackson breathes, almost inaudibly as they all take in the sight of Jinyoung and I wrapped around each other like lovers with slight grins on our faces, bloody gauze and bandaid wrappers strewn across the coffee table.

“This is a good thing, right?” Chan asks hopefully.

“I toldja they were going to devour each other” Minho says with a smirk, earning a groan from almost everyone in the room.

[sodaneko]

i don't know which writer needs to hear this, but delete that self-depricating paragraph in your author's note. it will alter your reader's view on your fic and you. seriously, even if you wholeheartedly believe it's the worst thing you've ever written and you don't feel proud of it at all, don't tell your audience. let them form their own opinion, and if you want to or not, it will make you feel better about your own work as well in the long run.

[hayconrisa]

ummmm post-canon grace x bam? can anybody hear me? i know it's a crackship but they actually have so much potential if you think about it.

[russianyoshkinaneko]

🌟 Imaginos 🌟 Vigil 🌟 Arianna 🌟

playlist:

★ Gil Blanco County

★ Blue Oyster Cult

★ Blue Oyster Cult Reprise

★ The Vigil

★ Take Me Away

★ Aldebaran Alien Take Me Away

★ Arianna Of Earth

songs as yt embedded vids under read more

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

I find it so incredibly funny whenever fast food advertisement is just this

[chocohedgie]

I remember reading a headcanon online that Pomni purrs and kneads like a cat when she's happy, so I was inspired to draw this 🤭

They’re both laying on grass btw

I think they deserve a little rest

[sunlight-shunlight]

oh jeez i got more followers again... hi hello and thanks for coming to my tag essay ted talks. sometimes there are also jpgs. :')

[fatelcved]

IMAGES OF CHIYOKO HISAKAWA : 1 of ???

once gaining steady income as a mangaka, chiyoko seriously contemplates a more elaborate tattoo; rather than the cute little images she's imagined here and there, she wants something truly stunning to look at. the idea strikes her one morning after managing to spill paint all over her favorite pair of shorts, a deep green running over the blue material and down her calves. wouldn't it be pretty to paint her skin much like a canvas? chiyo eventually settled on a design that looks similar to watercolor, and though the visuals above lack much color, chiyo's tattoos are deep blues, purples, and reds that fade into each other, similar to what you see in these images here ( nudity warning, though nothing explicit ). the shading would most resemble the bottom right image, filling empty space with shadow or colored gradient. her tattoo curls along her right arm, across her chest, and down the left side of her waist, hip, and leg ( as depicted in the bottom left image ). getting to this point has, of course, taken quite a bit of time, especially as chiyo had to grow comfortable enough with her tattoo artist to allow them near parts of her body that are typically concealed. the whole thing has cost her a lot of money and tears, but she's pretty proud of the art she and her tattooist created. she plans to keep adding to it in the future.

[mariana-oconnor]

Was supposed to be going to bed, but then I noticed that someone had been spelling Gwaine's name Gawain and Gawaine all over the Wikipedia page for Merlin characters and now I apparently have a mission.

[longagoitwastuesday]

That one fic with the sunrises and the heartbreaking descriptions of the six eyes also gave me the six eyes being eaten and really truly the real JJK could never live up to that for me