#house!!!!

[stayyysweet]

so im buying a house

(!!!!!!)

and the inspection was yesterday afternoon

while the inspector was doing his thing

i watered the current owners plants

(cant stand to see plants dying)

and pet their cats

and talked to the sellers agent to make sure they know one cat is sick

(they know)

[canisunfamiliar]

there's always at least one haughty comment on posts about offleash dogs bemoaning about how much they hate offleash dog owners because their (leashed) dog is aggressive/unfriendly/reactive and it's not fair if they/their dog are held responsible if it bites someone/a dog because they're doing the "right" thing by leashing their dog (the bare fucking minimum) blah blah blah

If you KNOW your dog is aggressive/unfriendly/reactive and you don't muzzle them when in public you are just as irresponsible and selfish as people who let their dogs offleash in public

[hhemeraa-a]

[wall]/[ snarl ] your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex. (Glitch) B)c

Not SFW Prompts

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

              Glitch was unpleasant on a good day. Selfish, rough, rude, painful, possessive -- everything Sven was, but lacking emotion or care. At first. Glitch wanted to feel in charge, to feel manly, masculine, to know that what he claimed was actually his, and despite all his showboating and denial, wanted approval, and Myles would be damned if he’d give it. It had been months since he first decided to show up, and through many bloody bruised nights were they finally starting to come to a sort of compromise. Myles saw it as a form of training, one he would gladly and patiently wait to come to fruition, not that he had much of a choice, but slowly -- very slowly -- was large thing taking hold of planted seeds. If Glitch wanted to be wanted, he would actually need to treat Myles with some respect, some basic niceties. If he wanted Myles to want him, then he would have to be something that Myles wanted. A complicated and hard subject to broach, and at first there was resistance, which was to be expected, but there were times that even surprised Myles. 

             But on this particular day, Myles never stood a chance the moment he walked into his apartment. Unsuspecting wide gold eyes caught the looming shadow a second too late when he was snatched within seconds of entering his own home and harshly shoved face first against the nearest wall. The other was taller, hairier, and made no show of trying to peel what layers of clothes the man had on. 

             “Glitch--” low rumbling voice growls out a laugh as one hand roughly pulls at jacket and lets a clawed hand feel up the small of his back beneath his shirt. “Could you just NOT today--” Head lifts itself from cool surface and tries to twist about with firm voice, but Myles is cut short with a harsh shove further into the wall and beastly snarl close to his ear. Shoulders feel painfully tense as air hisses out of his lungs and he tries once more when he feels fingers ease their way below pant line, “Glitch, I said no-” But he’s ignored when garments fall loose and brows furrow harshly at the realization that today will likely be one of those days, but despite it all, none of the usual harsh ugly words come along with it. In fact... nothing happens and fingers itch against the wall

             Hot breath is close, sharp teeth close out of the corner of his eye and messy hair stops him from seeing when it’s pushed away. Confusion knits brows together when large tongue licks against the outside of his ear. “Hey-- w-wait--” Protests go ignored when it’s done again, but this time closer, teeth grazing the shell, and every nerve in small thing’s body started to warm faster than the panicked breaths Myles was beginning to take. Chest tried to lift itself from the wall, palms flat trying to gain leverage with broken words and goosebumps that were starting to light up the freckles on his cheeks, shoulders, arms, down to his legs... Another nip, harsher this time filled with a growling rumble that told him to stay still, but he didn’t need to be told twice as a sound rarely heard by Glitch escapes him. 

             Everything is red and spotted, eyes closed with a sense of shame when their free hand resumes its place at his hip, squeezing with an unfamiliar softness Myles is not normally afforded, and heated sigh lets slip the slightest of moans that seems to only feed beast. Glitch mumbles something vulgar, but Myles barely hears it as all the blood in his body rushes south and something thick and wet enters him. Instinct has him yelp, body trying to press farther into the wall to escape it, but teeth at his ear send everything into a static that leaves him weak. 

            He doesn’t say anything, teeth bite into lip as finger moves with a rough rhythm at the unfamiliar act, but even he can feel the self satisfied smile of beast against his cheek as he whispers out a gruff question, “You still want me to stop?”

[pinkbtsme-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: anonymous Rating: Explicit! Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Summary:

Jimin wakes up four times, in four different parallel universes. Annoyingly (or thankfully?) enough, his ridiculous clown of a best friend and maybe the subject of his nighttime fantasies Kim Taehyung happens to be a fixture in Jimin’s life, every single damn time.

Why read it? throw BTS, Pacific Rim, House M.D and Haikyuu!! in a blender and you get this! It’s a fun way of realizing how things are, were or could be and how to act on it. I really enjoyed it :)

[youngblkbeauty]

I hate when some of my family comes to my house, because they usually think they know EVERYTHING. No. This is my house. And I run shit here. I tell you where to sit, and where not to sit. When you take off your damn shoes so I don't have to CLEAN THE SHIT UP. And when to use a coaster on my table.. People be acting like it's their house UNTIL they have to clean it up. Smdh. I love them, but I have rules.