#I’m gonna explode them.❤️

[astirsillay]

should i start posting medhammer stuff i draw

[blasphemyandbackshots]

what will you do, when your boyfriend is absolute cringe? — mha version

a/n: please take this as a joke, I adore the guys

ღ Katsuki Bakugo ;;

Screams “EXTRAS, MOVE!” in public—at pigeons 🙃

Says “I’m literally gonna explode this entire fucking restaurant if they mess up your order again.”

Tries to fight the claw machine at the arcade because he couldn’t win you a plushie

Barks at children who stare at him too long. “What the hell are you lookin’ at, gremlin?”

Uses his quirk for dramatic entrances like he’s in an anime opening, in the middle of a supermarket

You: “You just scared an old lady into a heart attack.”

Bakugo: “She was in my damn way.”

ღ Izuku Midoriya ;;

Loudly mutters stats about random heroes or villains while you’re grocery shopping

Once gave your waiter a 15-minute review of Hawks’ wing-span and aerodynamics

Narrates his life like it’s a documentary.

Said “you smell like a side quest 🥺” when you were dressed up.

Accidentally called you ‘dollface’ because he saw a meme. Won’t stop. Thinks it’s sexy.

You: “Did you just moan after sipping your coffee?”

Deku: “That was the flavor profile…! It had notes of—wait—come back!”

ღ Shoto Todoroki ;;

Deadpan serious while doing the cringiest things

Did a TikTok dance at your niece’s party. Didn’t blink once 👁️👄👁️

Said “Let’s engage in physical affection” before kissing your forehead

Brings soba to potlucks. Just soba. Cold. In a Tupperware.

Wears the “I ❤️ My Girlfriend” shirt unironically, and the matching hat

You: “You told my mom we met during ‘an emotional crisis’?!”

Shoto: “It was accurate.”

ღ Eijiro Kirishima ;;

Shouts “YEAH, MANLY!!” anytime someone opens a jar

Tried to flex and split his shirt at a wedding. It was your friend’s wedding

Makes dad jokes and slaps his knee after

Told your friend’s baby he was “a future pro hero, BRO.”

Once introduced himself to your boss by saying “I’m her man.” 😐

You: “You winked. You winked and finger-gunned.”

Kiri: “I thought it made me look confident…”

ღ Denki Kaminari ;;

Tries pickup lines… in front of your parents

“Are you a villain? Because you stole my he—”

Gets excited when a light flickers. “Babe that was me.” No it wasn’t ☹️

Wears sunglasses inside, calls himself ‘Denki Danger’

Pretends to get electrocuted for laughs. At the worst times.

You: “You fake-seized at dinner.”

Denki: “The waiter dropped the forks! I saw an opportunity!”

ღ Hawks ;;

Flirts with you loudly on patrol

Used his feathers to sneak a love note into your grocery cart. While you were standing right there

Once told a villain “Can you wait a sec? I’m texting my girl.”

Will straight-up chirp if he sees you in public and hasn’t seen you all day 🫩

Poses for the press mid-battle because “this angle makes my jawline pop.”

You: “You winked while fighting a guy with a flamethrower.”

Hawks: “And still won. Multitasking, baby.”

ღ Shouta Aizawa ;;

Brings his sleeping bag to your family’s holiday gathering

Refuses to comb his hair for photos. “It’s not that deep.” Yes it is, Shouta, use a comb ffs 🥲

Groans loudly when asked to “smile more.”

Deadpans jokes so hard no one gets them but laughs at his own delivery

Your friends are afraid of him. He doesn’t correct it.

You: “You just told my grandma you were going to ‘collapse in the void’?”

Aizawa: “That’s what sleep is. She asked.”

ღ Hitoshi Shinsou ;;

Uses his voice quirk to mess with telemarketers—puts it on speaker

Makes sarcastic commentary while you’re watching romcoms in public, loudly

Imitates you when you get dramatic. “Oh my god, babe, these jeans are about to ruin me emotionally.” 😒

Carries his cat in a hoodie pouch and refuses to explain

Purposely tells people fake stories about how you met, one involved a cult

You: “You told your friends I was your parole officer.”

Shinsou: “They’ll never ask about our anniversary now.”

ღ Dabi ;;

Will light a cigarette in the middle of a store, just to make eye contact with the cashier

Refers to you as his little problem’ in public

Wears sunglasses at night. Indoors. At funerals.

Says stuff like, “Let’s go cause irreversible damage together.”

Once posted a thirst trap in front of a burning dumpster and tagged you with ‘💖🔥 my muse’

You: “You asked my dad if he wanted to ‘split a corpse’ as a bonding joke.”

Dabi: “It’s called charisma. He laughed. Internally.”

ღ Tomura Shigaraki ;;

Brings his gaming console to restaurants ‘just in case’

Said “My Roman Empire is that time you told me to moisturize.”

Won’t talk for hours but then whispers, “I want to gnaw on your elbow.” 🤨

Wore a ‘Mommy Issues Make Me Hotter’ shirt to your cousin’s baby shower.

Pet a cat and said “He’s just like me fr.” Then hissed at a kid.

Refers to you as his ‘loot drop’

You: “You called me your ‘NPC girlfriend’ in front of my coworkers.”

Shigaraki: “They were the background characters in our cutscene.”

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ღ Tamaki Amajiki ;;

Whispers compliments so quietly you repeat them out loud and now everyone heard

Brings pocket snacks. Pulls out a cucumber mid-movie like it’s normal.

Says “hi” and then apologizes for existing

Literally crawled under a table once instead of answering a question 🥺

Sent you a meme at 3 AM and followed it with “I’m sorry. That was too forward.”

You: “You teleported into your hoodie like a ninja turtle.”

Tamaki: “It felt safer than the room.”

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ღ Mirio Togata ;;

Says “it’s banana time!” and peels one dramatically like a sword. Also says it during sexy times 😩

Jumpscares you with dad energy. Just appears mid-cartwheel with a “HEY BABE.”

Once sang karaoke in a singlet, at a church fundraiser

Greets your friends by yelling “SUP SEXY BEASTS”

High-fives toddlers like they’re frat bros

You: “You saluted my grandma.”

Mirio: “She looked like she had war stories.”

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ღ Neito Monoma ;;

Narrates your lives like you’re on Gossip Girl 💋

Said “Who allowed you to look this good? I’ll sue.” Every time you wore lip gloss

Publicly challenges Bakugo to battles, at the farmer’s market

Pretends to faint when you ignore his dramatic flirting

Genuinely carries a mirror, says it’s “for accountability.”

You: “You told the waiter we were in a toxic relationship because I said no to dessert.”

Monoma: “I’m giving main character energy. Let me live.”

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ღ Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu ;;

Shouts “BABY LOOK” every time he lifts something heavy.

Bit into a frozen burrito like it was a challenge

Bro-hugged your professor

Literally howls at the moon sometimes 🐺

Said “I would die for you but also I would win a WWE championship for you.”

You: “You punched the vending machine.”

Tetsu: “It disrespected you.”

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ღ Present Mic ;;

Volume level permanently set to concert mode

Narrates your morning routine like you’re a guest star on a cooking show.

Once said “YOU PUT THE ‘ASS’ IN ‘CLASS’ BABY” over the school intercom 🥴

Says “YEEEAAHHH” after everything, like a punctuation mark

Beatboxed the “I love you” instead of saying it

Tried to make you a mixtape and ended up DJ-ing a 3-hour ‘horny love hour’ for all of UA Radio

Dabs unironically. And flosses. And screams the names of his dance moves.

You: “You called my ex ‘discount trash’ and then shouted ‘MIC DROP’ while flipping their coffee.”

Mic: “Did you see the dramatic tension?? Scorsese could never.”

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ღ Hanta Sero ;;

Once called you ‘mommy’ in front of Aizawa as a dare and now lives in fear

Does fake anime death scenes when you ask him to do chores

Loudly calls out “THAT’S MY BABY!!!” whenever you enter a room, no matter the setting

Tried to tape himself to your window as a romantic gesture. Got stuck. Cried a little.

Wears matching pajamas with you but his have a cape sewn onto them. Forgets he’s an actually pro hero and pretends to be superman 🦸🏻‍♂️

Says “we’re like Lady and the Tramp, but sexier” over spaghetti and means it

You: “You high-fived my gynecologist.”

Sero: “She said you had a healthy cervix! I was PROUD!”

You: “You asked Bakugo to be our future child’s godfather during game night.”

Sero: “That was strategic. You saw how emotional he got. That man’s ready.”

[norrisainz33]

fun fair || ls18

☆ summary: lance rents out one of your favorite places for valentine’s day

☆ pairing: lance stroll x reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for your request and your patience xxoo

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ynuser: a wild lance and y/n caught in their natural habitat. so lucky to have spent the last month in our happy place!!! now back home 🤍

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user1: and the cutest couple award goes to y/nlance

astonmartinf1: king and queen of the snow! we miss you both!! 💚

ynuser: miss you more admin!! looking forward to seeing you soon ❤️🥹

user2: everyone thank y/n for the lance crumbs

user5: thank you y/n for the sign of life

user6: ty y/n! we are eternally grateful

lance_stroll: love you princess 😘

ynuser: love you too handsome 🫶🏻

iamrebeccad: pretty girl 🤍

ynuser: counting down the days till we are reunited

user3: my most favorite unproblematic duo

yourbff: selfishly over joyed that you’re home

ynuser: and that’s valid

user4: brb buying a fuzzy bucket hat as we speak you have influenced me

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user7: crying at the effort he put in to make them himself and not buy them im

cholestroll: i’m not sobbing.. YOU ARE

ynuser: no bc you’re right i did fully cry

user9: lance once again setting the bar high for men

flavy.barla: why is this the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen

ynuser: girl i know 😭😭😭 i think we may be the 2 luckiest girls in whole world

flavy.barla: confirmed yes

user10: MAY THIS TYPE OF LOVE FIND ME

lance_stroll: i’m glad you liked them gorgeous

ynuser: i LOVED them!!!!!

lance_stroll: good!! but that’s not it! get excited for valentine’s day. i’m cooking up something even better

ynuser: lance 😭 stop 😭 you’re perfect 😭

user18: lance boyfriend content will literally never get old

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user3: this called me single in so many different languages

chloestroll: eeeek today is the dayyyyyyy

lance_stroll: yes yes yes!!!!!

chloestroll: i can’t wait to have a little sister im gonna explode

user7: i love love so much

ynuser: you are a dream come true

lance_stroll: that’s you baby

ynuser: 😭🫶🏻

user8: i just looked at my partner and sighed

estebanocon: you better call me and flavy after 😉

lance_stroll: you know she’ll call flavy immediately

astonmartinf1: beautiful 💚

lance_stroll: 💚

user12: why are you so thoughtful and perfect?! where is MY lance

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user8: happy for you (laying in the street)

yourbff: you guys are sickening

ynuser: stfu you love us

yourbff: well obviously

user9: so you guys where the reason why the fair was closed today huh

chloestroll: 🫶🏻 hope you are having the best day

ynuser: i very much am!! literally a perfect day

chloestroll: i think it’s going to just keep getting better 😘

ynuser: do you know something 👀

chloestroll: nope! not a chance!

ynuser: you’re a horrible liar

lance_stroll: happy valentine’s day my forever valentine

ynuser: happy valentines my perfect lancey boy

iamrebeccad: adorable 😭

ynuser: right?????

user12: i might have to do something drastic if my future man don’t do this for me

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lance_stroll: an unforgettable day. here’s to forever 🥂❤️

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user18: i just fell to my knees

estebanocon: félicitations mes amis [congratulations my friends]

lance_stroll: merci esteban 🤍

user12: war is over! my favorite people are getting married!

ynuser: how lucky i am to get to spend the rest of my life loving you

lance_stroll: till forever mrs stroll 😘

chloestroll: best day of my life

lance_stroll: you and me both chloe

flavy.barla: same!!!!

user16: stood up in my room and applauded

user19: something abt seeing lance in love and happy despite that tractor they force him to drive has healed me

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a/n: pls pretend i posted this on valentine’s day like i intended to 🤪 likes and reblogs appreciated! thank you for reading 🧡

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[mivogjk]

BF!CHRIS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF GF!READER

warnings: dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying (a little), p in v, squirting, pussy eating, pet names, english is not my first language

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You bury your face in the pillow, trying your best not to moan so loudly. You've lost count of how many times you've come in the past 20 minutes. All you remember is coming home from university and Chris throwing himself at you with kisses from the moment you walked in, and now you're here, on the bed — your ass raised up, your back arched so your chest is pressed against the mattress.

Chris's hands squeeze your soft ass as he thrusts into you from behind. His cock fills you so well, reaching your cervix with every thrust of his hips. "Mmm ur pussy's s'tight, mama. Even tho you came like four times," he purrs, leaning down to your head and whispering these words in your ear, "Such a greedy cunt."

You feel his hand on your hair as he as he stands up and pulls you up with him. So now your back is pressed against his chest, your boobs are on display, shaking with every movement of his hips. "Look at those big tits, pretty girl." He cups them with his hands, presses his face between your neck and shoulder, and bites you slightly. "Wanna burry m'face in them." You gasp with a groan as he pinches both of your sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them.

"Fuck, Chris!"

"Yeah that's right baby, scream my name. 'S the only thing you will remember after our lil game."

His hand descends on your swollen clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from this overstimulation as you scream with pleasure. "Chris, I'm gonna cum!" You want him when you feel a rush of arousal forming in your stomach, ready to explode at any second.

"Then cum, baby." And you explode. Your body is shaking from what you re feeling right now. Your brows are drawn together, your mouth is open in a silent moan, and your hands are gripping Chris' forearms.

Ear ringing makes your hearing worse, but what Chris says behind you gives you chills down your back. "C'mon mama. Ya can gimme another one."

The next second, you're lying on your back, Chris's hands pressing your thighs against the mattress, exposing your glistening pussy. "Shit. How beautiful you are, ma," He lies down on his stomach and immediately buries his face in your pussy, his tongue circling your sensitive bud, and his nose nuzzling your pubic mound.

You scream from how sensitive you are. Your entire body feels weightless, like a cloud, your eyes rolled back, and your hands clutch Chris's hair. You try to crawl away from him. "Nuh-uh, where do you think you're going, pretty girl?" he says, looking at you with his dark, excited eyes. "Either you let me eat this pussy, or we won't be finished for a long time."

You whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "Chris, I can't!" a loud moan escapes from your throat when he sucks your clit especially hard and puts two fingers inside you. "Yes, you can. Just one more, ma."

He doesn't stop. Chris is eating you out as if you are all he wants, as if you are his last meal. Chris places his hand on your stomach, and you feel a wave of arousal forming inside you, ready to burst at any moment. "Chris-fuck-I’m gonna cum," your chest rises and falls heavily as you're about to come.

"Cum on my face, baby. Make it wet." And you’re cumming. So strong, wet, and moist. Streams of liquid come out of you, getting Chris's face and the sheets under you wet. Your hips shake wildly, and Chris moans into your pussy, giving you extra stimulation. "Juuust like that ma. Good girl."

In the end, it might have been a good way to relax.

sorry for not posting for so long, my bestie came in town so i was hanging out w/ her 🙏💔

with love, m ❤️

© mivogjk

[t33nk0]

Literal things I’d actually kill to read

Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Shy Reader who really only talks to him. (No Smut)

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader who’s really good and skilled academically and Katsuki WONT MISS a chance to brag. (Can be smut but idk how you could make it smut 😭)

Katsuki Bakugo x Soft Reader. (Smut is optional)

Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Sore Reader. (Suggestive but no Smut generally)

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader who dances and just performed a surprise dance on stage for their 5th year anniversary IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER AFTER SHE HID IT FROM HIM FOR A WEEK! [and she won that shit with FIRST PLACE don’t even play] (Optional Smut? Idk how you’d make it smut though.)

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader who dances BUT! Reader isn’t aware that at one of their competitions that Shoto invited his mother [this is before reader meant Rei.] Obviously Reader wins the entire thing, her mans and first place for her Solo Performance. 🙄 (No Smut)

Shoto Todoroki x Polite Reader who is meeting his family. (No Smut)

Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki x Stay at Home wife. (Optional Smut)

Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki who sends flowers to his long distance wife every morning. Reader had to move to Korea for a couple of years due to an opportunity and almost every morning she’d wake up to flowers at her door. [Smau] (No Smut)

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Pro Hero Midoriya x Reader with attachment issues. [preferably a Smau] (No Smut)

Stressed Pro Hero Midoriya x Worried Reader. (Optional Smut)

Pro Hero Midoriya who doesn’t wanna leave for work x Confused reader. (No Smut)

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Kirishima x Bimbo Reader and Kirishima is in love with her and I mean like… ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE. With her. (Smut)

Kirishima x Impatient Reader. [Smau] (Optional Smut?)

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Iida x Reader with ADHD and literally cannot focus on studying for the hell of them. (Optional Smut)

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Dabi x Nervous Reader. (Optional Smut)

Impatient Dabi x Reader who literally left for only 30 minutes to go to the library. (Smut)

Jealous Dabi x Jealous Reader. (Smut)

Jealous Dabi x Keigo who doesn’t see any wrong in being close with Tomura. [Dabi and Keigo are GAY for each other.] (Optional Smut)

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Keigo x Mean Reader [Literally Reader just bullies her boyfriend, Keigo constantly as a joke.] (No Smut)

Hook up, Keigo x Dabi. [They Hook up every Friday and Monday] (Smut)

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Tomura who’s obsessed with his Goth Girlfriend (SMUT!!)

Tomura x Online Girlfriend [preferably a Smau] (Smut?)

Tomura x Coffee Shop Worker who just recently returned to Japan after leaving for years. Tomura used to be utterly obsessed with her and would order from the shop everyday until she suddenly disappeared. Now she’s back. (Optional Smut, but again idk how’d you do it)

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Omg I look like a gooner ☹️

You guys TRUST! I’m no gooner 😞

The day somebody writes these, I’m gonna explode, I love the thought of these scenarios overall (ESPECIALLY the Shoto and Katsuki ones 😭❤️)

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[stinkybuttwipes]

Dragon ball characters 🖤Spicy🖤 headcanons~

Piccolo

This man let me tell you-

You’ll only get a few grunts out of him, he’s more focused on what he’s doing honestly.

He will only moan when he’s about to cum but he isn’t very loud with it because he is really embarrassed (poor bb)

Piccolo isn’t very vocal in bed nor does he do dirty talk but he’ll slip out a few cute names for you every now and then when he’s going at it

Ehem- sweetie, Angel, Honey *explodes*

He prefers to be in the missionary position but sometimes he’ll let you ride him ;)

He’s also a Hermaphrodite

You’ll wonder where tf his pp at and he’s so flustered about it. Lets just say piccolo aint the only one eating out (you gotta work to get that cock)

Once you get his cock out wish your pussy good luck because this man is huge

(8-9 inches and FUCKING GIRTH?)

Sometimes when he’s so exhausted and pent up he’ll need a blowjob from you.

His fingers, HIS FINGERS.

They don’t reach as deep as his cock does but boy do they make you see stars.

His antennas are hella sensitive so if you play with them you’ll definitely hear a silent moan from him.

He is so good with aftercare though don’t worry he’ll always take good care of you.

Want a bath? He’s on it. Hungry? He’s on it. Cuddles? He’s already got you❤️

Broly

Baby boy I love him so much

He’s a moaner! He’s a whimperer! He’s a crier!

This guy is a sweetheart in bed don’t let his appearance fool you.

He’ll be so gentle with you as he moans into your neck.

VANILLA SEX VANILLA SEX VANILLA SEX

He prefers not to be to rough or hard because he’s so scared he’ll accidentally hurt you doing it:(

Although if you want him to be rough or go harder whisper it into his ear please he’ll whimper for you and obey you so fast-

He’ll put his face in your chest as he rams into you , be careful what you wish for cause he is going to lose it eventually 🫣

Broly will start moaning reaaaal loud once he feels he’s going to finish (your pussy is to good for him ya know)

Be prepared for him to accidentally overstimulate himself-

He’s gonna either go harder and rougher or super saiyan on you. Either way you ain’t waking tomorrow.

This bitch will growl when he loses control and let’s be honest..it’s hot

Broly is PACKING he’s carrying a 10 inch veiny af cock when he’s hardened so he’ll be hitting you in all the right places.

Such a sweetie when it comes to aftercare. Play with his hair he’ll fall asleep immediately but right after he puts himself near your chest so he can hear your heart. It comforts him to know you’re still with him 🥹.

Goku

He can’t even be serious in bed

He is definitely a dog In heat when he’s horny though.

And when he’s horny he won’t leave you alone-

This bitch will have the fucking audacity to moan in your ear and grind on your ass (IN PUBLIC SOMETIMES TOO)

If you touch the spot where his tail used to be he’ll tremble but overtime it does become sensitive and he’ll tell you to stop.

Is a sweetie though even if he’s rough in bed, he’ll leave marks on you going from your neck to your calves.

He loves cockwarming at night and keeping his seed in you making sure none spills as you have to listen to him snore (no sleep for you~)

HE DO GOT A BIG COCK THO

9 INCHES AND HELLA WIDTH

ITS A SAIYAN THING THEY ALL GOT FAT PECKERS.

He is so good at eating you out like, a MASTER at it’ll he’ll get you to squirt in a minute.

So good with his tongue too 🫣

Will steal your panties and use them to get off as he moans loud so you can hear (HES DOING IT ON PURPOSE)

Favorite position is 69

Loves his cock sucked but also loves to taste you it gets him going~

He got fat balls full of cum so he’ll keep you up all night and day!

His calloused hands are good for clit rubbing 😩

He has no shame in saying the most embarrassing shit ever

Example: Goku: “What’s for dinner?” You: “bro, stfu and fuck me you dumb shi”

He forgets aftercare but he ain’t gonna bail on you

He’s prob gonna just pass out, cock still in you and everything…..”I’m hungry”

Overall 7/10 in bed

[kathlare]

hiii could u pls write some more lando/amelie smut i miss them haha

Hii!! 🫶 Thank you so much for the request! I’m happy to deliver, so here it is—more Lando/Amelie smut, just like you asked ✨ I hope you love it, and if you want anything else, just let me know! Always happy to write more for you 💖

sports car

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the electric atmosphere of Tokyo, a late-night drive turns into an unexpectedly intimate moment for Amelie and Lando.

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Warnings: smut

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April 9th, 2025 - Tokyo, Japan

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ameliedayman: I MISS JAPAN. I MISS THE RAMEN. I MISS THE PLUSHIE. I MISS YOU. → lando: @ameliedayman i’m literally on the sofa next to you

quadrant: ramen and romance 😎 → lando: @quadrant rebrand pending?

lanmelieditzz: HIM POSTING HER??? 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ we’re so back

daymanfansunite: pic 7 ended world hunger i fear 😩❤️ → lanmelieupdates: @daymanfansunite like i saw the handholding and screamed irl

spicyricciardo: how is he real and dating THE Amelie Dayman like… huh → f1delulu: @spicyricciardo it’s the romcom we manifested y’all 😭💕

oscarpiastri: Still mad you beat me at the claw machine. You rigged it somehow. → lando: @oscarpiastri just better mate 😌 → ameliedayman: @oscarpiastri he screamed so loud the poor worker came out thinking something exploded 💀 → lando: @ameliedayman ok but you screamed when the animatronic blinked 😭 → oscarpiastri: @lando couples who scream together, stay together?

trackrat43: ngl i liked it better when it was just racing content 🙄 → lanfanriot: @trackrat43 k then go follow an F1 stats page and leave the soft launch king alone 🙄 → lovepapaya: @trackrat43 imagine being mad a guy’s happy and in love. go touch grass lmao

landoamesupdates: Honestly, this dump felt like a tiny documentary of their love story and I’m here sobbing in my soup 😭😭

maxfewtrell: Bro you in love love huh → landonorris: @maxfewtrell mind ur business → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell he is 🥰 → maxfewtrell: @lando she answered FAST goddamn 💀

charles_leclerc: Why is there not a single photo of ME? → lando: @charles_leclerc you were napping every time we left the hotel

papayawhore: the photo of them walking hand in hand?? it's like a movie scene i’m gonna cry → amesnorrisstan: @papayawhore they’ve got that best friends turned lovers turned obsessed married couple energy → lanofan44: @papayawhore you can TELL they’ve known each other for years... they move like they’ve always belonged together → lovelymclaren: @papayawhore this relationship healed my childhood trauma tbh

lanandames4eva: THE WAY THEIR HANDS ARE LITERALLY INTERTWINED IN THAT WALKING PHOTO. LIKE FULL PALM TO PALM. THAT’S LOVE.

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The engine gave a low purr as Lando revved it gently, hands gripping the custom steering wheel of the Quadrant x Liberty Walk car like it was a living thing. The sun was starting to dip low in the Tokyo sky, casting long shadows across the neon-soaked streets. Amelie leaned her elbow on the open window, wind rushing through her hair, her phone abandoned in her lap. The city buzzed around them, but inside the car, everything felt like it belonged only to them.

—You’re such a menace— she said, voice soft but amused as she glanced sideways at him. —You really convinced me to go for a ride just so you could pretend you’re in Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift.—

Lando grinned, downshifting with a cocky flick of his wrist. —I am drifting. In spirit. Look at this car, Ames. It deserves to be shown off before I give it back.—

Amelie let out a laugh, one of those quiet, head-shaking ones that made her nose scrunch. —You’re such a fucking nerd for this.—

—And you’re in love with that nerd, so who’s the real loser here?— he shot back, glancing at her with a wink.

God, he looked good. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexing every time he shifted gears. His jaw looked unfairly sharp in the golden hour light, curls messy from his half-assed attempt to style them after their mukbang. And when he adjusted his grip on the gearstick again, something about the precision of it, the way he knew the car like the back of his hand… it did something to her. Something primal.

Amelie blinked once. Twice.

The rhythmic click of the gears, the focused set of his mouth, the almost sensual way he handled the clutch… it was unexpectedly intoxicating. They hadn't had a proper moment to themselves in what felt like ages, the whirlwind of the past few weeks – the Melbourne race, sponsor events, flying across continents – had left them both a little frayed around the edges. And touch-starved, apparently.

—Lan?— she began, her voice a little breathier than intended.

He hummed, eyes still on the road, expertly navigating the bustling Shibuya crossing as the light turned green. The car was a head-turner, even in a city as vibrant as Tokyo. People stopped to stare, phones held high. Lando seemed completely unfazed, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

—Yeah, Ames?— he replied, his voice calm amidst the controlled chaos of the traffic.

Amelie swallowed, her gaze fixed on his hand as it moved between the steering wheel and the gear stick. The casual expertise of it was doing things to her insides. —Could you… could you maybe pull over somewhere? Just for a second?—

Lando’s eyebrows flickered upwards, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He glanced at her, then back at the road. —Everything alright?—

—Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine— she rushed to assure him, a nervous flutter in her chest. —Just… I just wanted to…— She trailed off, unsure how to articulate the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him senseless.

He seemed to sense the shift in the air. A knowing glint appeared in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly and started to ease the car into a less crowded side street, the vibrant neon signs reflecting in the car’s glossy paint. He finally found a spot tucked away between two brightly lit restaurants, the sounds of the city still a hum in the background but slightly muffled.

He turned off the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of their breathing. He turned in his seat, facing her, a soft question in his gaze. —What’s up, cute thing?—

Amelie reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing momentarily. —You’re driving me crazy— she whispered, her voice thick with something he recognized. Desire.

His eyes snapped open, a slow burn igniting in their depths. —Is that a complaint, Ames?—

She shook her head, her thumb now brushing against his lower lip. —Definitely not.—

And then she leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was urgent, desperate, a silent acknowledgment of the weeks of longing. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body leaning across the center console. He met her intensity, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her until there was barely any space left between them.

The world outside the car faded away. There was only the taste of him, the feel of his hands on her, the frantic rhythm of their hearts beating in unison. It was a kiss that spoke of missed moments, of unspoken desires finally unleashed.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, a silent conversation passing between them that words couldn't capture. Amelie’s breath hitched when Lando’s hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. A low groan escaped her lips.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and searching. —Here, Ames? Really?— His voice was rough, a little breathless.

Amelie nodded, her forehead resting against his. —I don’t care. I just… I needed to touch you.—

Lando hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of practicality crossing his features. —Someone could see us, though, baby.—

The reminder of their public life, the ever-present threat of prying eyes, was a small splash of cold water on their burning desire. Amelie sighed, pulling back a little. He was right. As much as she wanted to lose herself in him right there, the consequences of being caught in such a compromising position could be… messy.

—Okay, okay, you’re right— she murmured, her cheeks flushed. —But find somewhere… discreet. Please, Lan.—

A slow smile spread across his face, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Discreet, you say?— He restarted the engine, the low rumble a sensual undercurrent to the charged atmosphere in the car. He expertly maneuvered the car out of the parking spot, his focus back on the road, but the air between them was thick with unspoken promises.

—There’s this little alleyway I know not too far from here— he said, his voice a low purr. —It’s usually pretty empty this time of night. Think we can make it that far, Ames?—

Amelie’s breath hitched. The implication hung heavy in the air. —Try and stop me— she whispered back, a thrill coursing through her.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against her. —That’s what I like to hear.—

He drove with a newfound intensity, weaving through the Tokyo traffic with practiced ease. Amelie watched him, her earlier frustration melting away, replaced by a growing anticipation. The city lights blurred around them, the rumble of the engine a constant reminder of the possibilities that lay ahead.

They pulled into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway tucked behind a row of what looked like small workshops. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and something vaguely floral, maybe from a nearby restaurant. Lando cut the engine, plunging them into a relative darkness, broken only by the faint glow of distant streetlights.

He turned to her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. —Well, Ames? Discreet enough for you?—

Amelie reached out, her hand finding his. She laced her fingers through his, her thumb tracing the back of his hand. —Perfect.—

The air crackled with unspoken desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. —You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this in this car.—

A shiver ran down her spine. —Is that so?— she whispered back, her own hand now trailing up his arm.

—Ever since I started designing it— he admitted, his voice low and husky. —I always imagined…— He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

Amelie’s heart pounded in her chest. The confined space of the car, the secrecy of their hidden location, the raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks – it all combined to create an almost unbearable tension.

She leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a slow, deliberate intensity. Her hands moved from his arm to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. He groaned softly, his hands finding their way to her hips, pulling her closer until she was straddling the center console, her knees pressing against the soft leather of his seat.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Clothes became an obstacle, a frustrating barrier to the skin-on-skin contact they both craved. Impatience grew with each passing second.

Lando’s hands roamed freely, exploring the curves of her body, while Amelie’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to absorb every sensation. The sounds of their ragged breathing filled the small space, punctuated by soft moans and the rustle of fabric.

—Fuck, Ames— Lando breathed against her lips, his hands tightening on her hips. —You feel so good.—

Amelie moaned into the kiss, her own hands now fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers. —So do you, Lan— she gasped, finally managing to unbutton a few. Her fingers splayed against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him, the rapid thump of his heart mirroring her own.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. —You know what I want to do to you right now, don’t you, little tease?— His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Amelie’s breath hitched. —Tell me— she whispered, her gaze locked on his.

—I want to taste you, Ames— he growled, his eyes dropping to her mouth. —Right here. Right now. Make you scream my name in this fucking car.—

Her core throbbed at his words. —Oh, God, Lando— she breathed, her grip tightening on his shoulders.

He didn’t wait any longer. His lips left hers and trailed down her neck, his tongue leaving a wet heat in its wake. Amelie arched her back, giving him better access, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

He continued his descent, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. —You’re so fucking hot, Ames— he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. —So unbelievably hot.—

Amelie’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling gently. —Lan… please…— she pleaded, her head falling back.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing. —Please what, baby? Please let me keep tasting you? Please let me drive you absolutely wild?—

A shaky breath escaped her. —Yes— she whispered, her eyes half-closed. —Please.—

He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Good girl.—

His attention shifted downwards again, his lips now tracing the curve of her collarbone. Amelie’s hands instinctively tightened on his shoulders as a wave of heat washed over her. The close confines of the car amplified every touch, every breath, every stolen moment.

Suddenly, Amelie shifted, a new urgency taking over. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Lando went still for a fraction of a second, a surprised gasp escaping his lips.

—What are you doing, you little firecracker?— he groaned, his hands instinctively moving to cover hers.

—I want you, Lan— she said, her voice husky and determined. —Now.—

He didn’t resist for long. His own hands joined hers, helping her with the stubborn buckle. The small space of the car suddenly felt even more intimate, the air thick with anticipation.

Once the barrier of his jeans was gone, Amelie reached out, her fingers finding him. He shuddered violently, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

—Fuck, Ames— he breathed, his head falling back against the headrest. —You have no idea what you’re doing to me.—

Amelie’s touch grew bolder, more confident. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had waited too long for this.

He continued his descent, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. —You’re so fucking hot, Ames— he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. —So unbelievably hot.—

Amelie’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling gently. —Lan… please…— she pleaded, her head falling back.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing. —Please what, baby? Please let me keep tasting you? Please let me drive you absolutely wild?—

A shaky breath escaped her. —Yes— she whispered, her eyes half-closed. —Please.—

He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. —Good girl.—

His attention shifted downwards again, his lips now tracing the curve of her collarbone. Amelie’s hands instinctively tightened on his shoulders as a wave of heat washed over her. The close confines of the car amplified every touch, every breath, every stolen moment.

Suddenly, Amelie shifted, a new urgency taking over. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Lando went still for a fraction of a second, a surprised gasp escaping his lips.

—What are you doing, you little firecracker?— he groaned, his hands instinctively moving to cover hers.

—I want you, Lan— she said, her voice husky and determined. —Now.—

He didn’t resist for long. His own hands joined hers, helping her with the stubborn buckle. The small space of the car suddenly felt even more intimate, the air thick with anticipation.

Once the barrier of his jeans was gone, Amelie reached out, her fingers finding him. He shuddered violently, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

—Fuck, Ames— he breathed, his head falling back against the headrest. —You have no idea what you’re doing to me.—

Amelie’s touch grew bolder, more confident. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had waited too long for this.

Lando’s hands found their way back to her body, his fingers slipping under the hem of her top, his touch sending electric shocks through her. They were both breathing heavily, the sounds mingling in the small space.

—Move the car, Lan— Amelie urged, her voice trembling. —Find somewhere… better.—

He groaned, his eyes still closed, lost in the sensations she was igniting within him. —I can barely think straight, Ames.—

—Please— she insisted, her touch becoming more insistent.

With a herculean effort, Lando pulled himself back from the brink. He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached for the ignition. The engine sputtered to life, the low rumble a stark contrast to the frantic energy inside the car.

He carefully put the car in gear, his hands surprisingly steady despite the tremors running through his body. He slowly pulled out of the alleyway, his eyes scanning the dimly lit streets for a more secluded spot. Amelie didn’t stop her ministrations, her touch driving him further to the edge.

—You’re going to make me crash, you little menace— he groaned, his voice tight with barely suppressed desire.

—Then pull over faster— she retorted, her movements becoming more frantic.

He spotted a darker, even narrower alleyway a block away, seemingly deserted. He quickly steered the car into it, cutting the engine again. The sudden silence was broken only by their ragged breathing and the soft sounds of Amelie’s ministrations.

—God, Ames— Lando gasped, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. —You feel… incredible.—

Amelie leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. —You feel pretty incredible yourself, Lan.—

And then, she couldn’t wait any longer. Her mouth closed over him, and Lando’s world exploded. He groaned, his head falling back against the seat, his hands releasing their death grip on the steering wheel to tangle in her hair.

The small confines of the car became their world, a haven of stolen pleasure. The sounds of their passion echoed softly in the narrow alleyway, a secret symphony only they could hear. Time ceased to exist, there was only the desperate need to touch, to taste, to feel.

Lando’s hips bucked involuntarily as Amelie’s ministrations grew more intense. He was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. He reached down, his hands finding her hips, guiding her, wanting to feel her closer, wanting to lose himself completely in the sensations she was so expertly eliciting.

—Ames… fuck…— he choked out, his body trembling.

Amelie continued, her focus solely on him. She could feel the tension building in his body, the raggedness of his breath. She wanted to drive him insane, wanted to feel him completely lose control.

And then, with a final, shuddering groan, he did. His body went rigid, his hands tightening on her hips as he poured himself into her mouth. Amelie held him close, savoring the moment, the intimacy of it.

When the tremors finally subsided, Lando leaned back against the seat, his chest heaving, his eyes still closed. Amelie lifted her head, her lips swollen and wet, a triumphant smile playing on her face.

Lando’s eyes fluttered open, a hazy, sated look in them. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. —Mi amor…— he murmured, his voice still thick with passion. —You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, right?—

Amelie leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. —And you love it, don’t you, Lan?— she whispered back, her own body still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. —Yeah, good girl, I bloody well do.— He reached out again, pulling her closer until she was straddling his lap, facing him. The close proximity sent another wave of heat through them both.

—Now— he said, his eyes dark and possessive as he looked up at her. —Let’s finish what we started, shall we?—

Amelie grinned, a wild, uninhibited expression that Lando adored. —Gladly.—

She shifted, positioning herself more comfortably on his lap. The close contact, even through their clothes, was enough to ignite the embers of their desire once more. Lando’s hands found her hips, guiding her, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back.

Lando groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. —Fuck, Amelie, you feel so good riding me like this.— He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. —You’re driving me absolutely insane, mi amor.—

Amelie leaned down, kissing his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. —That’s the point, isn’t it, Lan?— she whispered against his skin. —To drive each other crazy.—

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. —You’re succeeding, believe me.— He shifted beneath her, his hands now sliding under her skirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her thighs. Amelie gasped, arching her back.

—Oh, God, Lando— she breathed, her head falling back. —Your hands…—

—You like that, good girl?— he murmured, his fingers now finding the edge of her panties. He slid them to the side with practiced ease. Amelie moaned, her hips rocking against his.

He positioned himself, his gaze locked with hers, a silent question in his eyes. Amelie nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Lando slid inside her, filling her completely. Amelie cried out, a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

The small confines of the car became their world once more, the soft leather seats molding around them as they moved together. The dimly lit alleyway outside faded into insignificance. There was only the feel of their bodies connected, the rhythm of their movements, the ragged sound of their breathing.

—Fuck, Ames— Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode him. —You feel so fucking tight, so good.—

Amelie buried her face in his neck, her own movements becoming more frantic. —You feel amazing, Lan— she gasped. —So hard… so deep…—

He bucked beneath her, his hips lifting to meet hers. —Ride me, mi amor— he urged, his voice thick with lust. —Ride me like you mean it.—

And she did. Amelie threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. Lando groaned with each thrust, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve and contour.

—You’re so beautiful— he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers. —So fucking beautiful.—

Amelie’s breath hitched. His words, combined with the intense pleasure coursing through her body, sent a wave of heat crashing over her. She leaned down and kissed him fiercely, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

The rhythm intensified, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The air in the car grew thick with the scent of their arousal. Soft moans and gasps filled the small space, a testament to the raw, uninhibited passion they were sharing.

—Lando… I’m close— Amelie gasped, her body trembling.

—So am I, baby— he grunted, his grip tightening on her hips. —Just a little more… just a little more…—

And then, the world exploded. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Amelie, her body clenching around him. Lando groaned, his own release coming in powerful surges. They held each other tightly, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared climax.

Finally, the tremors subsided. They lay tangled together, their breathing ragged, the silence in the alleyway broken only by the soft thumping of their hearts. Amelie rested her forehead against Lando’s, a small smile playing on her lips.

—Fuck, Lan— she whispered, still slightly breathless. —Car sex. You were right.—

Lando chuckled, a low, contented sound. He tightened his arms around her. —Told you, Ames. Always had a feeling about this car.— He kissed the top of her head. —Especially with you in it.—

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lanalikesyou: okay but the last pic??? we lost her to the simp side y’all → lanmeliecore: @lanalikesyou and she’s NEVER coming back 😭😭

quadrant: quadrant x romance collab incoming? 👀 → ameliedayman: @quadrant pls let me model every drop forever thanks

lando: you said ramen was your love language and then didn’t share a single bite. betrayal. → ameliedayman: @lando you LITERALLY stole my gyoza… shut up.

maxfewtrell: japan changed you huh → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell you mean the ramen did? yes. yes it did.

elysiadayman: 17 snacks and not one saved for me? rude → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman you're getting a keychain and vibes, be grateful 💅

lanmelieupdates: the soft girlfriend energy is eatinggggg → 1popprincess: @lanmelieupdates her in quadrant merch while being hugged = serotonin

formulaamour: this is HER WAG ERA and i support it

mclarenwife: the umbrella pic?? she looks like an anime girl and i love her → ramen4lunch: @mclarenwife studio ghibli who?

hatersgetinlinexo: i’m sorry but she’s giving try hard now…

softestdayman: no one’s doing soft girl wag like her i fear → deluluwifey: @softestdayman i’d let her break my heart and Lando can drive over it too tbh

sukisleftsock: the building and flower pics are giving travel inspo

camerashylando: don’t let him cook. let HER cook. she’s the main event.

joshrichards: why wasn’t I invited to your noodle date 😭 → ameliedayman: @joshrichards bc last time you ate MY noodles and left 😒

mclaren.mami: her style?? her face?? her ramen obsession?? i get why he fell so fast 😭

daymansdelulu: everyone shut up i’m still stuck on THAT last pic 😭 → lanmelieupdates: @lanmelieupdates it’s giving domestic. it’s giving comfort. it’s giving “mine.”

chandlerkinney: you are the blueprint. also the girl in the blueprint. also the person designing the blueprint → ameliedayman: @chandlerkinney shut upppp i love you 😭

[anniflamma]

Sorry for bothering you again, Anni but can I post this one? (I’m just a heavy defender) because I am sick of people saying you’re a bad person for making the man whore au. The picture is just me saying ‘reminder: Anniflamma never made the manwhore au, the comment section did’

It just pisses me off and makes my religion look so bad because our people can’t understand what fiction is. But I will not post this since this is your content and just wondering again if I may?

Anyways, love you so much anni ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Is that enough hearts?

Thank you for all the hearts! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Well, I give you permission to upload that post, though I am a bit worried it might explode or something similar, not gonna lie. 😅 At the moment, it’s been quiet, and I’ve only gotten the usual angry Christian DMs time to time, but not so much from Hellenists latley. (I think that is what you are called? Correct me if that is not the case!) And it’s pretty hard to convince a religious person to change their views, which is why I don’t interact with them or answer their dms/comments. But it’s true that I didn’t create the manwhore AU. The Epic community did, I just poured gasoline into the fire. Which was the biggest mistake ever. 😆

[vivaiavidapasta]

First off I love your art

Second off I have an idea and if I let it marinate in my brain any longer, I’m gonna explode

(clears throat dramatically)

Sometime long after all of the beast cookies are sealed Y/n cookie figures out how to make baby cookies so she makes one and it’s really cute so she makes another and then another and then before she knows it she has an entire orphanage. Shadow milk cookie is released and goes to find her and then just sees her taking care of a shit ton of baby cookies 

Just an idea I thought of I hope you like it and I love your art ❤️❤️❤️

AWWW THATS SO CUTE!!! He proceeds to adopt them all

[peoniesnro]

In Another Universe

#11. Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis – When you are just another iteration of Park Jimin’s girlfriend in a different universe.

Park Jimin × Reader

Genre – parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity

Warnings- Language/SMUT- Making out/ Dirty talks/ Some public stuff (well you know)/ Unportected sex/ Mirror sex/ Cumming inside/ Hotel room sex/ Rough sex/ Spanking/ Word 'slut' and 'whore'/ Multiple orgasms (f.recieving)/Foot kink!!!!!! (I don't know if I've missed any)/ Angst / INFIDELITY

Word count- 18k

a/n- Should I try to wrap it up with 16 chapters or should I make it 20? (Thank you for reading like always. Lv u all❤️)

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“You hired her?”

Jimin nearly spills the milk he has been pouring into the bowl of cereal at the loud and sudden voice of Liya. It is with a bit of struggle that he manages to hold it steady. A sigh leaves his lips. He closes his eyes trying to compose himself before he turns around to face his girlfriend. Slowly. As if she doesn’t startle him at all. Jimin’s eyes land on Liya. Taking her presence in. She looks more than angry. Expression incredulous.

“What?” He asks softly. Voice calm and collected. It’s not that he doesn’t know. He knows very well who she is referring to. What she’s referring to. Honestly, he’s a bit surprised that it took this long for this question to come front. He expected Liya to storm toward him and ask this question the very next day you started working for his company. It seems like Emi was slow at reporting that. Yet he doesn’t want to look like he expected this. So, he keeps staring at her with emotionless eyes.

“You know what I mean Jimin.” Liya takes a step forward. “Are you serious? What were you thinking─”

“I didn’t hire her. Hoseok did.” Jimin interrupts her blustering. He’s tired of this. Simply doesn’t think Liya should be interfering with his business. She normally doesn’t do that. They don’t poke their noses in each other’s work. Yet, there are times like this. Like when Jimin flat-out refused to offer the CMO post to Liya’s cousin. Like when Jimin refused to become a subsidiary of the Kim group. There were such instances where Liya thought she has the right to tell him what to do or not. Always ended up in a huge fight, however. Jimin knows this is going to be another one. He’s certain when Liya sneers.

“Yeah? Like that? He can do whatever he wants?”

“Yes.”

Another loud scoff.

“What’s that make your company? Anyone can do anything? Is your company a circus?”

“Yes. And that shouldn’t be any of your concerns Liya. Stay out of it. And Hoseok isn’t just anybody. He’s the CMO and a damn co-owner.”

“As if he has done anything to earn it.”

Jimin feels something explode within him. His entire vision turning red instantly. Liya always does this. There was a time where Jimin bore with it. Just listened to her without arguing back. And he feels fucking guilty for doing that. Not anymore, though. No. One day and one moment he decided to fight back. Jimin closes the distance between them in one long step. Fire burning in his eyes.

“Take that fucking back.” Gritts through his clenched teeth. Stares her down.  Liya takes a step back. Her expression still furious. Eyes never leaving Jimin’s. He just knows she isn’t going to do that. She never does.

“I’m feeling so sorry for you Jimin. You really are gonna lose all the shits you’ve worked hard for. All because you trust your stupid friends too much─”

“Kim fucking Liya!” Jimin surprises himself at how loud he shouts. Liya winces visibly, involuntarily taking another step back. A gasp leaving her mouth. “Just listen to me this time because I’m already fucking tired of telling you this. I would be no one without them. You have a problem with them? Then you should stay out of my business. You have your own to worry about. Let me decide whether I want to lose what I’ve worked for or build something more. Just stay the fuck away Liya.” Jimin almost turns around with that to his cereal which is probably soggy now, when Liya chuckles. Shakes her head slightly.

“Well, you want me to stay away from the business. I will.” She takes the two steps she took back, forward again. Tilting her head upward to take a good look at Jimin. “Let’s see where you go. Let’s see how long it’ll take you to ask help from me again. And you should listen to me too Jimin. You’re my fucking boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé. And if you think we’re still in college and have the freedom to do whatever we want, you’re wrong. The whole country─” She grits her teeth. “The entire damn business world knows we are dating. One single mistake would cause the downfall for both of us. In that case, I don’t think having my twin sister- that nobody ever knew about- close is a wise idea. People have eyes Jimin. And so do they talk. Maybe you don’t care about losing all your hard work for good-for-nothing friends, but I do. I will not just watch Hoseok, and that woman ruin my life. If I was you, I would make sure she is out of my sight before, she’s not going to be able to work because of that pain.”

With that Liya turns around in her heels. Storms away. Leaving a raging Jimin behind. Jimin doesn’t even realize he’s grinding his teeth together to dust. Doesn’t even realize that his jaw aches. That his fists are curled so tight that he might be hurting himself.

Was that a threat?

Did she fucking threaten him?

It is completely unintentional how he slams his bunched-up fist into the kitchen counter. Doesn’t feel the pain for fractured second. Then there it comes. Almost unbearable. Makes him screw his eyes shut and groans. Still, though, it feels good. There’s rage inside him that can cause him to murder someone. Well, it’s not like he can hit a woman. This way’s better. Jimin grips the counter with his both hands. Tightly. Trying to calm down. Trying to think rationally and see clearer through the red that has covered his sight.

It's fine.  It’s just fine.

It’s not like Liya can actually do anything about this situation. She’s talking since she’s mad. Jimin knows that it’s not jealousy. No. Liya is simply worried about that damn reputation. It’s not like there’s anything really happening for people to talk. He hasn’t even got a chance to be with you properly to be honest. Not after that day after you walked to him. It was the first and last till now. Hoseok is a little shit who has made sure you barely get any alone time these days. Jimin wasn’t very shocked when you told him that Hoseok knows. He kind of knew something was up with his friend. Neither of you knew what’s his friend’s intentions were clearly. But in the end, it didn’t matter. Hoseok never brought the topic up with Jimin. And so Jimin did what he’s best at. You both did. Pretending. Pretending like there’s nothing wrong. Pretending like Hoseok doesn’t know of your secret. It was easier that way. And life was going so damn well.

Even though he didn’t really get a chance to be with you, in any sexual way, life had been so damn good for him. He loves all the small but precious moments with you. Knows it’s not normal to crave your presence when it isn’t sexual at all. Yet he can’t help it. All the times you would bring his coffee. Tell him how Hoseok is a little piece of shit to make you sit for three hours with Jin. Tell him about your day. He finds it invaluable. All the time you would walk past each other down a hallway. Every time you would catch his eyes when you do. The small smile tugs on your lips when you see him. Jimin finds them coveted. Every sneaky and risky kiss you shared. Your smell and soft voice. He finds them treasured. See, life is good. So good for him after a long time. For years it has been just pressure of earning money and balancing a relationship. Now he feels carefree. And he does not wish to trade that feeling.

No. He wants to delve into this feeling. Wants to feel this flutter in his stomach as long as he can. You’re too precious to let go. Not again. It was pure torture. He’s really at peace with the fact that he’s an asshole. That he’s a selfish prick. That he’s cheating. It’s fine. It’s really fine as long as he has you. He isn’t going to let anyone, not even Liya, steal that from him. True, that he might be a coward for not being able to put an end to this strained relationship, but he’s not going to sit and watch you go. He would like to see Liya try.

Oh, hell yeah, he would.

…………………………………………..

Jungkook straightens up from the wall he’s been leaning on. Rolls his stiff neck after staring in the same direction for exactly twenty minutes. Yes, he has been counting. He feels uneasy. You’re late today; you usually arrive hours earlier. He doesn’t like the idea of you coming home alone. But you insisted. You can be really stubborn when you want to. Nothing he ever said to persuade you or to convince you that it’s not trouble for him to pick you up, has worked. You had apparently decided you want to be that bad independent bitch the moment you received your paycheck.

This is the third day you are coming home alone. And so, this is the third day Jungkook is leaning against the wall next to his apartment door. Hoping to hear the creak of the third step of the staircase soon. It’s not that he really wanted to be this worried and act like a stressed dad. It’s simply that he can’t help it. He can’t help but be worried. Jungkook naturally is a person that thinks too much about other people that it often tends to backfire. People would always use his kindness. He still does it, however. Care. The thing is though, it’s not just that caring he feels toward you. At first, it was just that. Then after you started to share his apartment, it has turned into something more.

Oh, how he is so accustomed to your presence. How he likes it. To have you lounging on his couch in the evening, scrolling through your phone and snorting. Showing him the memes that’s not hilarious at all, yet he laughs anyway. To use the shower after you, only to scream at how hot the water is. You don’t listen when he complains. You say it’s the perfect temperature. To have you saunter around his kitchen. Teaching him how to properly crack an egg. You would always end up with a piece of shell on your omelet. To have movie nights just to talk through it and to have no idea what the movie was about. To have your scent. Your clothes. Your belongings scattered around. How he doesn’t want to lose it.

He won’t say he likes you. And he won’t say he doesn’t like you either. You certainly caught his eye the first day he saw you. But then he thought you were off limit. Thought you were Park Jimin’s woman. Then here you are. After everything, you are with him. Jeon Jungkook. And he’s slowly starting to become attached. That much is certain. Jungkook can’t even imagine how it would be to have you moved away from his place. He would miss your dearly. Maybe if he budge you enough, you’ll change your mind. You’ll decide you can share his space, as long as you want.

The long-awaited creaking sound is what causes Jungkook to snap out of his reverie. Perking up right at the moment to find you turning the corner of the staircase. Panting slightly. Your eyes instantly land on him. A bright smile breaking across your face upon seeing him. Well, Jungkook can’t control the way his own lips stretched wide. Can’t control how he spreads his arms. Can’t definitely control the way his heart skips a beat when you throw yourself into his arms. Maybe he’s so wrong. He should say he likes you.

“You’re late Noona.”

“A woman had me dog sitting.” You whine adorably. Oh, so fucking adorably. Jungkook snorts all the while squeezing you in his arms.

“Yeah, how’s that happen?”

“Just happened. You know how my life is. I couldn’t say no.”

Of course he knows. “You need to learn how to say no. You can start practicing by saying No to your annoying boss.”

It’s your time to snort. You’ll always insist that Hoseok isn’t annoying your ass all the time. But that’s what the bugger is doing. He overworks you. Yet, you’re more than happy to work for him. See now, Jungkook was wondering what the reason might be. You were so stressed when you first started working for Hoseok. Jungkook really had thought you would quit. You didn’t. You stuck to it. He thought you were sticking to the money at first. But after these few weeks. As you’re visibly elated, Jungkook thinks that’s not the case at all. No. There’s something else. And he’s afraid to know what it is. Because he is getting attached.

He is attached.

He ignores whatever you’re saying to his advice. Simply starts to walk backward with you still in his arms. Swaying you left and right. Ignores your whines as well. Maybe… Just maybe all he has to do is hurry up. Hurry up before someone who doesn’t deserve you start to play you. And Jungkook has a strong feeling that someone would be the CEO of your company. You’ve shared a history together after all. A history where Jungkook didn’t exist. He feels a twinge of jealousy, but above everything he feels worried. If the reason behind your adorable smile these days, is the person Jungkook thinks who he is. Then he should hurry up. Because Park Jimin will ruin you. Oh, he will. For a fact, Jungkook knows that guy wasn’t jealous of Jungkook over Liya. Park Jimin was jealous of him over you.

The end of Jimin’s game would leave you hurt and alone. And Jungkook is too attached to you to let that happen.

Maybe he should hurry up.

……………………..

You reluctantly let Jimin pull away from your lips. He’s panting hard. Gaze dark and fixed on your lips. You’re once again seated at his office desk. Enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Hoseok being in a meeting and Emi is out for some tasks which Jimin has deliberately assigned to her. You have no idea where Jin or Taehyung is. You don’t care either. All that matters is Park Jimin. The way he hungrily sucks on your lips again. His hands roaming over your sides. The way he pulls away a bit to trail his lips over your jaw and neck.

“Jimin…” You purr gently. He just hums in answer without detaching his lips from your neck. “We really can’t.” You pull him even closer despite your words. You’re having a moment after a long time, yes. Yet, that doesn’t make it less risky. It’s still early morning. You can’t have all your makeup ruined. People will definitely know you’ve gotten fucked. Can’t disheveled Jimin’s hair. This moment is precious, yes. Yet, you can’t afford to fuck in this moment.

“Why not?” Jimin whines in your ear.

“Emi would be here any minute.”

“So what? She’s not gonna come inside.”

“We’re definitely not fucking while your secretary is waiting outside.”

You gently show him away. He doesn’t even budge. Just presses himself more into you. Grabs from your thighs to pull you closer. “C’mon Lil, I’m fucking… ugh…” His words die down as he’s back to suck on the delicate skin of your neck. Rational thoughts are slipping through your brain. Heart erratically beating and you’re already starting to sweat. It’s too hot in Jimin’s air-conditioned office room. But you want to press yourself more into him. You know what he tried to say. You’re feeling the same. Desperate. Touch starved. Jimin’s touch. You can’t though. Not now.

“You should take me somewhere else, seriously.” You angle your head so he can suck on your neck some more. Wraps your legs around his waist to lock him in place. Jimin squeezes the flesh in your hips in response. Mutters against your skin.

“It’s not my fault your boss is an asshole and makes you work, day and night straight.” Jimin grinds his hips on to you. Creating a heavenly friction between your thighs. Gets you gasping.  You try to suppress the sounds.

“Ha, like his friend! Oh, fuck Jimin…” You buck your hips into his. Can feel the evident bulge rubbing against your clothed core. “But seriously, not now. What if Jin or Tae barged in. Those morons don’t know anything about knocking.” You try again.

“You feel good though.” Jimin grinds even harder. “I can make you cum in just three minutes hm?” Stops the ministrations on your skin just to peck your lips. Keeps his face there while he stare into your eyes. With his dark and hooded ones. Oh, how tempting. How good it’ll be to have him pound into you on this same desk as the last time. Then how much chaos would it cause if anyone is to walk in.

“No. Not now” You manage to push him away this time. Stll, so gentle. Jimin takes a step away from you. Making you instantly miss his warmth. It’s a struggle not to hold him with your legs. He pouts. Cute. Takes another step away. You’re pouting too.

“You’re mean.” Plops back into his chair. You’re both still panting and breathless. You give him a soft smile, ready to get down from the table when Jimin stops you. Just drags his chair closer to you. “Don’t leave yet.” Presses a gentle kiss to your knee. Another moan sips past your trembling lips.

“Jimin.” Your voice turns stern now. He doesn’t care. Gifts you with another kiss. Then another. And just as you’re thinking he’s about to guide his mouth upward he draws back.

“I’m not trying anything funny baby. Just can’t help myself.” Looks at you with his eyes glinting. Startles you a bit when he suddenly grabs from your ankle. You gasp. Trail of protests spill from your mouth when he lifts your foot to rest on his thigh. Not caring about the fact that you’re still wearing your heels.

“J-Jimin, you gonna get dirt on your clothes.” You try to free your foot when he gently starts to massage your ankle. His thumb circling gently.

“Don’t care. Have I told you that you have pretty legs.” He slides his hand toward your calf. Keep massaging. His touch is gentle. Yet it feels like burning your skin. Presses another kiss. This time inclined a bit inward your knee. You look down at him while your head is spinning. Arousals shooting downward through your body. Pooling inside your underwear. Yet you can’t find it in yourself to stop him again. You’re on the verge of giving up. How much of an effect he has on you. How your heart is fluttering and swelling at the sight of him. Isn’t he worshiping you? Why would he do that? Why does he look like he’s so smitten? Why do you like this feeling?

“Oh, you have a foot kink?” You mumble softly. Wanting to distract yourself from the tingling sensation on your heart. Jimin snorts. It’s not that you tried to get him to stop but that’s what happens. He stops his actions altogether. Holds his hand out for you. You accept it. Cluelessly allowing him to drag you forward. Not down to the floor, however. But to his lap. Straddling. Stare into his brown orbs which are now glinting with amusement when he pecks your lips.

“What if I do.” Jimin teases. Eyes sparkling. Is muttering against your lips causing to intensify that tingling sensation. Your heart is about to leap away. Explode. You balance yourself by circling your arms over his neck. Are refusing to feel this way alone. Want Jimin to join you. So, you brush your lips against his.

“Then I’d want to give you a foot job.” Whisper. Jimin’s hands around you tightens immediately. That glint in his eyes replaced by a dark haze as you watch. He shivers visibly.

“Fuck Lil.” Groans as squashing you against his chest. “Are you sure you can’t keep my cock warm for five fucking minutes.” Mumbles. You give him a look. Make him whine. “Okay, then three minutes.” You don’t change the look in your face. “Two.” You raise your brow. “One. Fuck baby. I need something.” He kisses you hard.

“Gosh you really do have a foot kink, don’t you?” You kiss him back the moment he pulls away. Jimin lets out an adorable noise.

“I think I have lot of kinks when it comes to you.” Says as you hide your face in his neck. Makes you giggle.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm… you’re so good.” Rubs your back. “Feels so good. Let’s just stay like this.” Holds you tight. Gets you shrieking when he spins his chair. Making you both do a playful swirl.

“Jimin.” You draw back just to hit his arm. How you’ve become comfortable around each other. Comfortable enough that you can mess around like this. His eyes are back to sparkling. Oh, how you love them. Those eyes and the glint. Makes you feel alive. Makes you forget how sordid your relationship is. When you’re with him, it’s just you two in the world. In these kinds of moments, he isn’t a man who has a girlfriend. He is just Park Jimin. And as weird as it sounds, he is your Park Jimin.

“Don’t nag.” Jimin interrupts you even before you start speaking. You close your mouth. Click your tongue.

“I wasn’t going to nag.” Yes, you were. Jimin laughs. Showers you with tiny kisses yet again. Opens his mouth to say something only to close back instantly and jump slightly when the intercom rings. You withdraw from him at light speed. Hell, you haven’t heard Emi returning. Not that it’s possible to hear much through the thick walls and heavy door. Yet, you always manage to know she is there beforehand. It seems you were extra busy today. Too engrossed in each other. You are about to get off from his lap when Jimin responds to his secretary.

“Yes.” He asks in that stern tone.

“Ms. Kim─” That’s all she gets to say before you hear a second voice echoes through the receiver.

“Oh, you don’t have to inform him, if he isn’t with someone.”

And that’s the only warning you get. That’s the only second you get to react before the door handle is twisting. It’s almost comical how fast you act. Nearly break your neck at the speed you get off from Jimin. Stumble a little. Catching yourself right at the time and grabbing the cup of coffee on the table when the door pushes open. Jimin drags the chair close to the table as you catch sight of the person entering the room. Freezing in the doorway.

You can feel your heart pound in your throat. You force yourself to look away from the woman who just entered the office. To act normal. To show her a polite smile and bow. In the way an employee would do to her employer’s girlfriend. Yet all you can do is push the coffee cup toward Jimin with a shaky hand. Jimin mumbles you a strained ‘thank you’. Compared to you Jimin looks fairly fine. Composed. Not at all like a man who nearly got caught by his girlfriend. Still, he looks uncomfortable. And a little flushed. All you can hope is that Liya wouldn’t pick up the obvious tension. Your efforts to turn around and leave, however, instantly becomes null when Liya speaks and closes the door behind. Rudely in the face of poor Emi. 

“What are you doing here?” Liya doesn’t beat around the bush it seems. You feel your blood drains out of your body. A cold sweat starts to break down your spine. Mouth suddenly dry that you don’t think you’ll be able to talk even if you have an answer.

“She’s bringing me my coffee, Liya, you can’t see that?” Jimin’s calm voice saves you from your misery. You turn your head slightly to find him looking directly at Liya. How is he doing that? You feel like fainting. Doesn’t he feel fucked up like you? Is this normal for him? Then your gaze shifts from his face to his hands. The way he is clenching them. Then his legs. Is bouncing his left leg like crazy. Oh, he’s feeling all the messy sensations like you do. It’s just that he’s better at hiding. Liya scoffs. Takes your attention back to her.

“Why would she do that now? Thought she is Hoseok’s assistant.” Raises her brow.

“She is.” Jimin answers as if there’s nothing wrong at all.

“Then why on earth is she bringing you, coffee? You have Emi for that.” You can’t help but recoil a bit when she walks forward. How intimidating she is. Her gaze flickers from Jimin to you. “I thought we had a deal sister. Thought you are working on finding a way to stop this. Not following my boyfriend like a needy little thing. You can’t live without him?”

“Liya!” Jimin’s voice booms across the room. Even you wince slightly.

“What?” She snaps. Head whipping toward Jimin. Oh, this is awkward. Uncomfortable. You need to leave. Jimin doesn’t answer her. Instead turns to you.

“You can leave.” Says gently yet professionally. You’re glad. See now, you know you’re not in a position to feel angry. You’re very wrong here. Yet, it’s not a pleasant feeling to have someone talk down on you. Belittle you and clearly insinuate that you’re a slut. Maybe you are. But you don’t like to be reminded. You want to escape. Hence, your eager nod and bow. Take another step forward to leave when Liya stops you again.

“No wait.” She steps in front of you. “Listen, I don’t care if you’re sucking Hoseok’s cock for this job─”

“That’s enough Liya!”  You can hear Jimin’s chair scrape the floor as he gets to his feet. Liya doesn’t listen to him, however.

“─ just stay out from our life, will you? Do you have any idea how this might look in people’s eyes. Do you know what Emi might think to see you spend your time─”

“For fucks sake Liya, that’s fucking enough.” Jimin walks past you so fast that you don’t even realize he has walked to Liya until he’s harshly yanking from her forearm. Turns to you. “Leave.” That’s a demand. His voice is stern. Not that you need to tell twice. You take your opportunity. Storm away gratefully. Not bothering to listen to what Jimin says to Liya next. Not even waiting to acknowledge the look Emi gives you.

………………………………………….

It takes you a fair amount of time to compose yourself after the incident. Hell, you were so damn scared. It was a close call. For a fact you know Liya has no clue that Jimin and you are really going on at it. She was a bitch to you ever since the day you met. She simply wants you out of her hair. Maybe she’s suspicious. Maybe she’s afraid of the possibilities. But that’s all. She’s just being rude without knowing the truth. And what would have happened if you’d been a split second too late to get off Jimin’s lap? Even the thought alone makes you tremble.

You don’t know what Liya will do. You have no idea how she’ll manage to take your identity away from you. And that’s not your main concern anyway. Your main concern is what problems it’ll cause to Jimin. Your concern is about the next steps Jimin will take. He clearly told you he can’t just break up with Liya. That means only one thing, you’ll be the one he would give up. And that makes your knees buckle. Makes it hard to breathe. Fuck, how you’ve gotten yourself deeply tangled in the web Jimin has woven. You know you can’t let him go. No, you can’t let this go. You need him. Even the thought of it makes you feel void. Makes your heart ache. So, you’re relieved that you managed to avoid it. Avoid getting caught. That you can keep going. Yes, you feel guilty. Of course you do. You simply know that you’re the villain in this story. The bad bitch who came to ruin a perfect relationship. Well, you’re fine being that bitch.

All you need is Jimin.

You gulp down the guilt you feel. Anxiously placing down the bundle of files Jin made you take to Hoseok. Nearly drops them when you feel your phone vibrates in your pant pocket.

“What the fuck is this?” Hoseok questions as he grabs a one to inspect. You ignore his question since you’re hastily pulling your phone out. Unlocking it in record time. Inhaling a sharp breath and holding it when you see it’s indeed Jimin who has texted you.

Meet me in the screening room. Is what the text reads. Relief flooded you. This means everything is apparently, fine. You’re safe.

“Do you have a screening room here?”

“What on the fucking hell does Jin want me to do with these?”

You and Hoseok ask each other at the same time. It’s his question that gets ignored, however.

“Yes, why?” He answers your question. Brows furrowed in curiosity.

“Can you show me it?” You yet again ignores his question in favor of getting what you need.

“I can but you have to tell me why?”

“I got an- uh- invitation to visit there…” You hide your annoyance. There’s no time to start silly fights with your boss. Hoseok’s curious face immediately morphs into a playful one. A smirk appears on his pink lips.

“You did?” Chuckles. “That’s nice but I think I saw Liya here few minutes ago.” Leans forward in his desk. Looks damn cocky. You don’t wish to answer that, so he keep going on. “You might need to watch your back Li.” Bites on his bottom lip. You roll your eyes. It’s a one thing to commit a sin. But it’s completely different thing to talk about it as it’s nothing. That’s worse.

“You’re such an asshole, Hoseok.” You say grimacing.

“So, who’s worse? You or me?” He asks nonchalantly. You have no answer for that. Hoseok waits patiently for a minute before realizing you’re not going to answer it. “C’mon let’s go, I need to find Jin as well.” Gets to his feet. You say nothing as you slowly start to follow him. He only takes one step, however, before he stops again and face you. “But seriously Li, watch your back. I don’t want Jimin to die. I want him to live long enough to realize all he has to do is put an end to it.”

“End to what?”

“To anything that makes him unhappy.”

……………………………………

“Why would you need a fucking movie theater in your company?” You ask while staring into the large LED display. Standing next to a comfortable- looking leather chair and under the dim yellowish lighting of the screening room of RUN.

“For a lot of things, actually.” Jimin answers as he wraps his arms around you. From behind. Pulling your back into his chest. You snuggle against him immediately. Let your head fall into his chest. Grinning widely when he starts to sway you from side to side.

“Like what? Couples having movie nights on Valentine Day?” You snorts.

“Valen- what?” Jimin huskily questions in your ear as you gasp loudly. Pulling away from his embrace hurriedly. Turning around to look at him with disbelief.

“Are you saying that there’s no valentine day here?” Another gasp. Jimin looks endearingly confused.

“Are we supposed to have one?” He looks around the screening room. As if you’re talking about something he should have in here. You chuckle.

“Valentine means the day of lovers. We celebrate it on fourteenth Feb.” You explain softly. It’s Jimin’s time to gasp now.

“Why would you need a day for that?” Scrunches up his nose. “You have such a day in your world?” Tilts his head toward you. You hum in response before pecking his lips.

“You’re missing out. But that doesn't matter. Tell me why we’re here.”

Jimin’s incredulous expression turns into a cunning smile. “You told me I should take you somewhere.” Places his hands on your waist. Rests his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, somewhere private so we can─”

“This place is private. No one’s ever gonna come─”

“Park Jimin.” You almost push him away when he pulls you flat against him. Apparently, don’t give a fuck about the risks. Not even after what happened earlier. “We can’t you stupid. Did Liya even leave? We almost got caught─”

Jimin shuts you up with a lewd kiss. “She did.” Answers when he finally pulls away. You sigh heavily.

“So, everything went well?”

“It did. Nothing you should worry about Spring Roll. Trust me hm?”

That’s what you do always. Trust him. You won’t lie, you’re sometime curious to know what’s happening in his life. Then you think it’s not your place. You shouldn’t get more closer to him than you’re now. So, you just nod. It looks like you would have to give up. And that’s exactly what you’re about to do when the sudden sound of door opening reaches you. Followed by voices. Jimin’s reaction is entirely unconscious. Like a reflex. One moment you were standing near the isle seats. Then in the next you are pressed into his chest, fully concealed by a curtain. Both froze in the action.  

“I’m pretty sure he went to the café.”  You undoubtedly recognize Hoseok’s voice. Have listened to it too many times to be uncertain. You tilt your head upward to take good look at Jimin’s face. He has his arms firmly draped around you. Isn’t looking at you. His eyes are closed. You can feel his heartbeat.

Fuck! That was another close call.

No. It wasn’t a close call. It’s not over yet. Hoseok is with someone for sure.

“No man, I’m telling you he headed this way.” That voice is Taehyung’s. It’s fine if it’s those two. You can come up with a good excuse. Not that you need excuses when it comes to Hoseok anyway. But then there comes a third voice.

“Oh my god! This is ridiculous. What am I gonna say to my father? That my boyfriend, the CEO of this company has vanished into thin air all of a sudden?”

And your blood freezes for second time. Jimin’s eyes shoot open at the voice too. Hasn’t he told you she left. Jimin shakes his head gently, as if he read your mind. You give him a look of disbelief. How absurd that you’re hiding behind a curtain like this. Your attention is drawn back to the conversation when you hear Hoseok scoffs.

“Listen Ms. Kim, I don’t think Jimin is obliged to meet your dad. He’s the fucking CEO of this company and he can go anywhere he wants.”

You have no idea how Liya might look like now. You hear her scoff as well though.

“Oh yeah, he is, Mr. Jung. In case if you guys have forgotten, let me─”

“Okay guys, Jimin isn’t here so why don’t we go and look for him elsewhere?” Taehyung is the one who interrupts Liya’s words.

“No... No, let her finish Tae. Surely, we’ve forgotten.” Malice in Hoseok’s voice is quite evident. You’ve always wondered what his problem with Liya is.  Why so hostile toward her. Yet this is not the time to find out. Not when you feel like melting into a puddle at your feet. Heart beating mad. The dread of getting caught makes your eyes water and your head throb. This is not the right time to find out what causes other people’s problems. You know Jimin feels the same if the way he’s squeezing you is anything to go by.

You need to get out of here. Or Hoseok needs to take Liya out from here. The way he has started to argue with Taehyung and the way he is provoking Liya, however, makes you realize the latter won’t be happening soon. Hoseok is an idiot in addition to being a little shit. Maybe he thinks you’ve left already. Whatever the reason might be, them staying longer here bring you and Jimin to get caught in your lie sooner. Red handed. No. That can’t be happening. You don’t want to lose Jimin just as you found him. No. You need to escape.

You frantically start to look around. In a desperate search for a way you can get out of this absurd situation. Your mind running mile a minute. Taking in everything around you when your eyes land on the door couple of steps ahead of you and to your left. Fire Exit. You feel a rush of relief and new wave of apprehension shoots through your body. If you can get to the fire exit, you’re free of this situation. But the problem is that there’s no way you can reach there without uncovering yourself from this curtain. You take a moment. Trying to calm your racing heart down so you can hear the conversation happening inside the room.

“Oh, c’mon Hobba, stop it will you?” Taehyung is still whining.

“You’re an ungrateful shit Jung. You’ve no idea what my father did to make this place a reality.” Liya is still arguing. You can feel Jimin tensing. You don’t know what they are talking about but clearly Liya is insulting Hoseok. You don’t wait to listen to what Hoseok says in reply to that. Whatever he is saying, that conversation or fight isn’t going to end soon. So, you simply bring Jimin’s attention to you by tugging from his coat. Wait till he looks at you before gesturing to the door with your head. Jimin looks to the direction where you’re showing. Picking up what you’re insinuating quickly. Eyes going wide before he’s shaking his head. You don’t pay any mind to that. Take the risk of poking your head out. Jimin is too late when he hiss quietly. You are already looking at the three people near the door.

They’re at the far end of the room, with Liya’s back to you. Taehyung is to her side while Hoseok will be the only one to notice you if you reveal yourself. And you trust him to keep it shut in case he sees you. That’s what you think. Or guess. Or pray. Maybe this is a stupid idea. Maybe you should’ve stayed until they finish fighting. Hoping they will leave after that and hoping you or Jimin won’t end up sneezing. Maybe that’s the best option but you’re already stepping out. Jimin trying weakly to keep you in place but failing miserably. Having nothing else to do but follow you. It’s just probably maximum three steps. And it doesn't even take a split second to cross it.

One.

Two.

Three.

And right as you push open the door. Silently as you can and your eyes never leaving the three figures at the other end, Hoseok’s eyes land directly on you. You can’t figure how his expression changes, but you know there’s no issue. That he’ll manage to hide his surprise. The problem is the way Taehyung’s head turns toward you. Just a millisecond after Hoseok. You may not be able to see his reaction in the dim lighting, but you do clearly hear the gasp that leaves his mouth.

“Taehyung!” Hoseok screams Taehyung’s name right when you disappear through the fire exit. Dragging Jimin along with you.

……………………………….

There was no reason for you to run after closing the fire exit door behind you. Yet that’s what you did. Ran. Ran like you were caught in a zombie attack. Ran like you were escaping an approaching hurricane. Ran like your life depends on it. You kept running, relentless and breathless. Down through hundreds of steps. And Jimin just followed you. Never letting go of your hand or pulling you into a stop. Not even when you exited the RUN building.

And not even now when you keep running without a care.

You don’t even know why you’re still at it. You feel like someone’s on your tail though. There’s an urge to run away far as possible. Far and far away. That’s the only thing that rings in your head when you see the bus that stops at the bus stop before you.

“Lil, wait…. Baby─” That’s the only thing Jimin is able to say when you board the bus. He doesn’t stop you though. Just swiftly follows you inside before the door shuts. It’s only when you reach the rear seats that you stop. It’s only when you plop down on an empty seat that you take a good look at Jimin. His face flushed and panting. No difference for you. You both are heaving for your life. Jimin plops next to you. Clutches his tummy. Looks at you weakly. And that’s only when you realize that you have ran into a fucking bus.

“Fuck!” You exclaim loudly as you take a look around. The bus is already on the move. There’s no reason for you to do this. You fucking overreacted. Why did you even board a bus? You turn back to Jimin. His eyes are already on you. You hope to find him still heaving for breath. To find him giving you a look of disbelief at what you did. What you find, however, is his lips slowly stretching into a grin, which breaks out into a loud laughter in a blink of an eye. It takes you in great surprise. You watch him with wide eyes as he doubles over with laughter. Eyes tiny slits.

“Holy fuck! Did you- did you just… God I can’t.” He struggles to say it aloud. You feel like you need to be mad that he’s making fun of you. Yet all you do is slowly start to grin.

“Oh, shut up!” You mutter in feigned irritation.

“Why the hell did you run like that?” Jimin finally manages to ask the question he wants. “Why did I fucking run like that?” Asks from himself. You find yourself starting to chuckle now.

“I don’t know all right? I kinda felt like I’m running away from my PT teacher. He was damn good runner.” You try to keep fake your irritation but are failing miserably. Jimin’s laughter freshens at that. Is back to hollering. Almost slides down on the seat when you finally give up and join him. Throwing your head back. Laughing aloud till the tears gather at the corner of your eyes. You and Jimin both ignore the annoyed looks other passengers throw your way. You just laugh. Laugh like you’ve never laughed. Like you’ll never get to laugh again.

By the time you stop cackling, you’re once again heaving for breath. You follow Jimin’s actions and get rid of your thin cardigan. It’s still the beginning of spring but all the running and laughing has got you both sweating like pigs. You slide open the small sliding panel on the window before scooting to the corner. Jimin graciously follows you. Finally calming down. You take a deep breath before speaking again.

“Are we gonna get off from the next stop?”

Jimin lazily turns his head toward you. “Do you want to?” There’s that glint in his eyes. Face still flushed. You gape at him for a moment.

“What do you mean? Don’t you have work to do? Aren’t you supposed to meet uh- Liya’s father?”

Jimin clicks his tongue. Turns fully toward you. “All the more reasons to run away baby. I hate that man.” Chuckles. “So? Want to keep going?”

“Where are we headed anyways?” You answer him with another question.

“Who cares?” Jimin just shrugs. Doesn’t even try to find out. “Lil?” Mumbles softly. And you find yourself grinning yet again.

“This is really stupid but yeah whatever.” You shrug too. Let yourself relax and lean against the backrest comfortably. Jimin does the same. A contented smile on his lips. You allow a moment of peaceful silence before voicing out your thoughts. “Taehyung knows now. So, it’s two of your friends. Hoseok and Tae. Do you think he will─”

“No, he won’t. He’s doing far worst shits that I am Lil.” Jimin doesn’t look at you as he answers.

“But he’s not going to stay like Hoseok now, will he? He will confront you.” You add.

“And I’ll talk to him.” This time he looks at you. “Don’t worry, he’s my best friend.”

“Yeah? And we all are bunch of bad people. The worst.” You lower your gaze to your lap. Feeling ashamed.

“Lil.” Jimin calls you softly as he takes your hand in his. You shift your gaze to him from your lap. “Don’t.” He brings your hand to his lips. “Don’t do that hm? Let’s just… do what we’re best at.”

“What? Pretending that this is normal?” You chuckle softly.

“Yes.” Jimin smiles at you. “It’s not that we get lots of moments like this. So, just let’s enjoy. Enjoy us.” Keeps your hand pressed against his mouth. You take a moment. Heave a sigh. Then nod.

“Let’s enjoy us.” Repeat. Jimin’s smile widens at that. Nods happily. Relax again. Start to change the subject of your conversation ever so swiftly. And so does it flow smoothly. You talk about everything that comes to your mind. Jimin is particularly interested in Valentines Day. Is so curious like a cat. You find it adorable. You fill him with everything you can. Have no idea how long you’ve travelled. But you’re starting to feel a little groggy. Having yawned till your sight become blurry already. Yet it’s Jimin who dozed off first. Head drooping low suddenly. Makes your drowsiness disappear entirely as you turn to look at him in alert. Just to find him struggling to keep his eyes open and head straight.

Adorable. Oh, so fucking adorable. You can feel that tingling effect again. Your heart swooning and swelling inside your chest. Swelling because it’s slowly getting filled with an emotion you quite can’t decipher. You don’t know how to explain this. All you know is that you’re not supposed to feel this way. You already knew you’re the secret. The other woman. You’re supposed to be the one who Jimin comes to have his desires satiated. Which means this should be entirely about physical needs. This need to be about fucking each other’s mind every minute you got. Jimin should not be asking you to enjoy him and you. Shouldn’t hold your hand still. You should not be in this position feeling oh so fucked up to see him nodding off.

But you can’t help yourself. You’re already here anyway. So, you gently tug from his hand which he’s still tangled with yours. “Jimin.” Calls him softly. Despite how gently and slow you do it, Jimin jerks awake. Hums in question. You feel bad. “Uh.. you can, you know?” You mutter as you tap your shoulder with your free hand. Feel a bit shy. Jimin chuckles softly.

“Yeah?” Purrs. It’s your time to hum in answer. “Kay.” He purrs again. Shifts slightly, scooting just enough to account for his height. And is placing his head snuggle against your shoulder. His blond hair tickles your cheek and ear. Oh, how relaxed you feel. How cozy and serene to have Jimin with you this way. You shouldn’t but you do. You shouldn’t but you sigh heavily before placing your cheek on top of his head. Wait patiently till your own eyes start to close slowly again. Not caring when you’re going to get off this bus. What will be your destination.

It certainly is good to be reckless and spontaneous sometimes. Even though you’re slowly creating more and more reasons to love this life. See now, you won’t say that you’ve never had a good life in your world. You did. But even as a college student, this is the most reckless you’ve ever been. You have a friend who cares dearly about you. And a family. But it surely is fun to bake kook’s bliss in the late nights. It’s fun to be mad at Hoseok. Fun to be scandalized at Taehyungs nasty comments. Even Jin’s nagging can be a cause to laugh sometimes. You never thought you’d be this happy to work an extra hour at a restaurant after a long day. But you do. In the same way you like to listen J and Jungkook argue over their assignments. Above everything, it’s so good to be next to Park Jimin. Even just for sleeping on a bus.

You like so many things here. You’re living a life. And so, you will live it to the fullest. Like now. You let out another breath in content before snuggling your cheek in Jimin’s hair. Letting the world turn into peaceful darkness.

……………………………

Neither of you woke up until the bus had reached its final destination and the driver poked Jimin’s head. Asking not so politely to leave. You had disembarked while bowing to the driver in apology like two zombies. Groggy and disoriented. And it took both of you couple minutes to comprehend what was happening. When you did, however, one long look around you gave you or rather Jimin the perfect idea where you were.

Namiseom Island.

You’re in Namiseom Island. Some things stays the same as your world. Apart from the fact that instead of Chuncheon, the bus has taken you directly to Namiseom Island. The soft scent of the cherry blossoms is what filled your senses the moment you exited the bus stop. You knew it was beautiful. No difference here. The soft shades of delicate pink and white left you breathless. The fresh air filled your lungs. It was almost dreamy. Like you’ve travelled to a yet another dimension. See even the reckless decisions sometimes can bring the most wondrous results.

You’re more than happy that you’ve ended up here. It feels otherworldly to walk under the gingko and cherry trees with a bewitching man next to you. Carpet of a soft pink crunching under your shoes and newly falling petals decorating your hair. Jimin looks even more enchanting like that. He is captivating. Entrancing. You simply forget to breathe when you see how the wind ruffles his hair. You find it hard to look away when he smiles gently. You find you really can’t fight the urge to kiss him when he turns his head toward you until he ruins the moment.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Jimin gasps. Eyes glinting in amusement. “Wait, oh no… are you obsessed with me? Have I done it again?” Shakes his head in disbelief. Is cocky. Smug.

Yes, you are.

No need to let him know that, though. You scrunch up your face as you look away. “You’ll wish. But no, I’d never be obsessed with a man who is not Henry Cavill.”

“Henry who? And what?” Jimin scoffs. “Your eyes talk princess. You’re obsessed with me.”

“How delusional you are.” You scoff too. “But I would admit that I just wanted to kiss you. That doesn’t mean I’m obsessed, however. Just a kiss because─” Jimin interrupts you by yanking you to a stop by grabbing your arm. Turns you to him.

“Do it then.” Mumbles. You got him. You’re certain that your eyes are glinting in mischief. You simply shrug and shake your head.

“The moment passed.” Try to walk away when Jimin tightens his grip.

“No... No, what? C’mon, you wanted to kiss me.”

“Not anymore. Now I’m hungry. Is that an Ice cream cart?” You point to your right where you undoubtedly noted an Ice cream cart.

“What? I don’t know. Just kiss me baby.”

You almost give up at his husky voice that suddenly turns down an octave low. Making goosebumps appear on your skin. Still, you manage to keep it cool, though. Find yourself walking toward the Ice cream cart. With a great struggle since you have to drag a whining Jimin with you. Smiling to yourself at how adorable he’s being. It’s only when you’re in front of the said cart and you’re bowing to the old lady there that Jimin stops being a child. Suddenly mans up. Bows to the nice lady as well. She does the same while smiling at you from one ear to the other.

“Well, hello there, darlings! Isn’t it a lovely sight to see young people taking the time to be out in nature. Ah, yeah, it is.” She looks at you fondly. You bow to her again. “Now, what’s it you’re craving for today?” Gestures to the compartment where there is only five flavors available. You turn to Jimin in question.

“Hm? What do you like?” He asks you softly, inspecting the available flavors thoroughly. And here you’re feeling that same flutter. This is oddly intimate in non-sexual way. It’s sweet. So sweet. Like a normal couple. Like how a boyfriend would buy ice cream for his girl.

No. No, you shouldn’t think that way.

“Lil?” Jimin asks again. You snap out of your haze. Instantly start to drag your gaze through the flavors.

“Um… mint chocolate maybe. How about you?” You hum in thought. There’s not many options available anyway.

“Mmm..” Jimin tilts his head to the sight. Takes a second. “Cherry blossom. You sure you need mint choc?” Questions to which you nod in confirmation. “Okay then. One mint choc and one Cherry blossom please.” Jimin turns to the old lady again. Bows to her again. Mumbles a ‘thank you’.

“Right away.” The vendor woman says chirpily. Her smile never ceasing as she starts to grab two small cups. You and Jimin wait patiently as she scoops your ice cream into the cup first. She offers it to you with a small wooden spoon before going for Jimin’s order. Jimin takes them from her. Only to hand you them while he fishes for his wallet.

“How much do we owe you halmeoni?” He asks sweetly. Already starting to fish inside his wallet. You feel skeptical about the fact that he is having small bills in there. It’s not like you can pay with his damn golden card. But then, making you both surprised, the old lady waves her hand in the air.

“Ah, don’t you fret now. This one’s on me—a little treat for a young pair off on their grand escape.” She smiles in a way that it is sweet but also hides a hint of playfulness. Your eyes go wide instantly.

“Oh, no we- uh...” Jimin’s the one who speaks first. He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you know what he’s about to say. You feel your heart clench. Even though you know there’s no reason for that. And so do you hate that. Hate how it stings.

“Not a couple.” So, you finish Jimin’s words. It’s not that you feel mad at him. He’s telling the truth. Yet, you feel a bit disappointed. You avoid looking at Jimin and keep your eyes on the old lady. Her face falls.

“Ah.” Clicks her tongue. “What a shame?” Shakes her head. “Yes, it is.” You feel uncomfortable all of a sudden. Know Jimin feels the same when he clears his throat.

“If you can tell me the total Halmeoni…” Jimin tries but his words trail off when she waves her hand again.

“It’s still on me darlings.” Shows you that kind smile once again. “Why, aren’t you two a couple, however? You look grand together. Lovely, you are.” Questions in genuine interest. Oh, you’re uncomfortable. What can you say to her. Because this man has a girlfriend.

“I- we... it’s kind of complicated.” You’re the who manage to answer this time. Lady just nods. Almost like in understanding. Then as you think it’s over and you can vanish from here, she opens her mouth again.

“Complicated matters can always be simplified, my dears.” She gives a knowing smile. “If you’ll humor an old lady, let me tell you—life’s far too short to waste just because you’re tangled up in complicated feelings. Don’t squander this precious time. Blink, and it’s gone.” She straightens up with a great effort. Her movements deliberate. “It’ll all slip away before you realize you’ve been missing it.” Clicks her tongue. “So don’t waste your time. Treasure every single moment you’ve got with each other.” Heaves a sigh. Wistful. Then follows a sweet smile. “Off you go now. Don’t let this turn into regret.” Waves her hand in motion for you to go away.

You would call it rude in a different context but now you quite feel dumbstruck. Her words somehow manage to cut you through to your heart. You feel them in a strange way. You guess it’s same for Jimin as he is stupidly nodding to the old lady. It’s like she has cast a spell on you. Both of you manage to slightly bow to her for one last time before slowly turning around your heels. Walking toward a bench under a cherry blossom tree. Sitting down and starting to taste your ice cream.  A deafening silence fills the air between you two until you break it. Not being able to bear it anymore. Feel somber all of a sudden.

“Why would she think we are on the run anyway?” Pout.

A soft chuckle escapes Jimin.

“Because we look like we ran a marathon.” He gestures between you two. And sure, you do look like that. Still with flushed faces. Your cardigan tied around your waist. Jimin’s coat in his hand. Tie loosened and top buttons on his shirt undone. You do look like you’ve ran a marathon. You take a minute to drink in your appearances. Then you snort loudly. Breaking into a laugh to which Jimin joins shortly. You nod in agreement to his words. Savoring another spoon of your ice cream. Jimin does the same. Rolls the creamy stuff in his tongue before turning to you again. “Want to treasure every moment with me?” Raises his brow. You just blink at his face. Here comes those tingles again. Here you start to feel like exploding with your emotions. You avert your eyes away. Forcing yourself to act normal. Make a joke out of it.

“Such a cheeky thing to say.” Manage through a mouthful of ice cream. Jimin laughs.

“C’mon milady, let’s not turn this into regret huh?” His hands find purchase in your sides. A squeal leaves you when he starts to tickle you.

“Park.”

“Say yes.” He puts down his ice cream on the bench so he can use his both arms to attack you. Making you curl up. Trying to find your words in between the loud laughter that escapes you. Kicking your legs in the air. Trying to escape him vain till tears blur your sight.

“O-okay, okay fuck yes.” You pant.

“Thank you, milady. The pleasure and privilege of your company is entirely mine.” Jimin’s hands leave you immediately. You roll your eyes back to your head when he plants a soft kiss to your temple. “Let’s go.”

………………………….

Not wasting your time and treasuring your moments together apparently meant cycling around the island. In your heels. And Jimin’s expensive suit pants. You’re pretty sure he ruined them. And then visiting local galleries. Listening to Jimin’s wildly inaccurate but creative interpretations of the artworks. It was an endless laugh, however. Then your mission- treasuring moments- trailed into another stroll through the scenic lanes.

And by the time your conversation has turned into Jimin flat out criticizing Romeo for being an idiot, you find it's impossible to stay on your feet anymore. Your legs are killing you. Heels aren’t meant to be worn for day trips. You cut off Jimin mid-sentence by immediately darting toward a bench when you spot one. Feeling relief washes over you just at the sight of it.

“Why the fuck would he kill─, wait where─” He doesn’t get to finish his question since you’re already sitting on the bench and looking at him with a relieved expression. A small scowl that appeared on his face out of worry replaced with a soft smile briskly. He starts to walk toward the bench as you cross one leg over the other to massage it.

“Fucking hell, my ankles are in fire.” You whine in complain. Raise your head a bit to find him standing before you. You pout at him. Waiting till he sits down next to you. But he doesn’t. Instead of sitting down on the bench, he crouches down before your feet. One knee on the floor. You softly gasp. Surprised. His name leaving your mouth.

“Is it bad?” Jimin ignores your surprise. Simply takes your leg in his hand. Gently remove your heel. Does the same to the other. Goes back to rub your ankle just like he did this morning. And just like how it was for you, you feel that mixture of emotions. Feel warm inside. Feel cherished. As if you’re the most important person in this world. To make it worse, a single touch of Jimin would always make your breath hitch. You close your eyes for a second. Savoring the sensation. Open them again.

“Mhm, it is bad. But you don’t have to do that Park.” You try to take your foot back. Of course, Jimin doesn’t let you.

“Why not? I like this.” Jimin looks at you through his fluttering lashes. Smirks. And that tiny smirk reminds you of the conversation that got interrupted this morning. And so does cause for a shiver to run down your spine.

“Jesus, you little freak.” You bite down on your bottom lip to contain the grin that’s spreading across your face. To hide the tremble in your voice.

“What?” Jimin feign innocence. Squeezes your ankle one last time before he puts your leg carefully down. Then takes the other one in his hand. “You promised me a foot job baby.” Teases. This time you fail to hide the tremble. The playful nature entirely disappearing. Your eyes lock into his. He’s not playing. Oh, he is not. There’s no sign of amused glint in those brown orbs. A glint of a dark haze is there if anything.

“Fuck are you serious about that?” You ask in your shaky voice.

“Maybe.” Jimin holds your foot tight. “Is it bad if I’m serious?” Questions.

“No, course not. I’m just asking.”

“So, is that a, yes? You gonna let me cum hard on your pretty feet?” Rasps while his hand starts to rub your heels instead of ankles. Your hands instinctively finds purchase in his shirt sleeve. Bunching up the fabric in your fists and holding tight. You feel that shivers turn into waves of arousals. Your cunt quavering and hole clenching. Gets your knees buckle just with his words. And how do you want to give in right there. Can’t though. You’re in public. True, you’ve done things in the open, but you don’t dare to try it again. Only you, however. You’re the only who don’t dare. Jimin does.  Slowly raises your foot a bit. Never gives you so much as a clue before he is pressing that foot into his crotch. Letting you feel that he’s already getting hard. His pants starting to tighten. You mewl softly.

“Jimin….”

“See, already hard baby. Just thinking about it. Fuck, want you to do that to me so bad.” Uses your foot to create the friction he needs for that little relief.

“Holy fuck Jimin. God.”

“Fuck Lil.” He presses your foot harder against him. Partially you’re tempted to say yes to do whatever he wants right out in the open. Yet even before you can finish thinking that thought Jimin gets to his feet abruptly. Only a surprised gasp leaves you before his hand is on your throat. Pressing as his lips attacked yours in a hungry kiss. It’s like damn switch flipped off. One moment he was kneeling in front of you. With begging eyes but now he’s choking you while kissing you like an unleashed animal. Out in the public. Oh, the duality of this man. Not that you’re complaining. No. Even the logical thoughts are starting leave you. You kiss him back severely. Allow his tongue to push past your lips roughly. Explore every nook and corner inside your mouth. You do the same. It’s a mess of saliva wetting your lips when he pulls back slightly just to sit back next you. And you’re at it again. Without a care in the world.

“Fuck princess…” Jimin whispers against your lips. In the moment where you pull away from him because you can’t go anymore without any oxygen. “Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me?” Pecks your lips. “Fuck, do you have any idea how fast you get me hard.” Another peck. “I’m always fucking horny around you.” Pecks. “Hell baby, I can’t get enough.” Kisses you hard.

You want to say that it’s same for you as well. Want to tell him that you’re always dripping around him. But he doesn’t let you. Occupy your mouth and swallow all your muffled noises. You want to show him though. So, you use your hands. It’s feral when you reach for his already hardened cock. Straight away start to rub and squeeze over his pants. It’s ethereal how Jimin moans into your kiss. His breath coming short and ragged when he withdraws. His plump lips parting and eyes closing shut. Drowning in the feeling of your hand on his cock. Only for a minute, however. Is back at kissing you in a second but this time his own hand cupping your heat. His palm pressing flat against your throbbing cunt. You spread your legs for him. The place you’re in slipped your mind a long ago.

You have no idea how long you’ve been at it. Giving each other teasing touches. But in the end, you’re both desperate like two animals in heat. Yet like always you’re the one to beg first.

“Ji-Jimin... oh shit, shit I… let’s get out of here?” You stammer as Jimin keeps rubbing your cunt over your clothes. You’re pretty sure you’ll start to leak through your work pants.

“Ye-yeah? You want that?” It’s annoying how Jimin still finds it in him to tease you when he looks like he’s about cum in his pants. Is hiding his face on your neck. Even with the unbearable pleasure between your thighs, you manage to keep pleasuring him as well. He is rock hard under those fabrics. And you want to end the torture.

“Fuck baby yes. Please. Let’s go… fuck me properly.” You plead groggily. “Play with me hm? Fuck I want you to play Jimin please.” You shut your eyes. Feeling like you’re about to cum at the thought of it. Keeping him warm inside you. Begging for him to give it you. It’s torture yes, but what a sweet torture it is. You want it so bad, yet you know that Jimin isn’t going to relent that fast. Not that easy. It would take much more begging. Hence, your surprise when his hand disappear from your heat instantly. You’re looking at him with confused eyes when he stands up. He bends down to cup your cheeks. Squeezes. His eyes are dark as midnight and burn with primal intensity. Looks crazy. There’s a tiny smirk playing at the corner or his mouth, nonetheless.

“Fuck you’ve learnt how to play Lil. You’re fucking cunning.” Gives your face a shake. “You want me to play? Are you sure?” You nod eagerly. Too eagerly perhaps. His smirk widens. “Yeah? Is that it?” Comes even closer to you. “You gonna regret that baby. Gonna play until you cry. C’mon move.” Takes his hand away.

You gulp harshly.

…………………………………

You’re a crying mess. Your cheeks are soaked in tears, your body glistening with sweat, and your thighs slick with arousal. Just a mess. But a hot and needy mess. Desperate. Crying entirely due to the pleasure and for your release. You have expected this completely. When Jimin warned you’d regret asking him to play, apparently, he had meant it from his bones. You’re regretting it greatly. And oh, so loving it at the same time. The moment you found yourself inside this hotel room, he had made it his life’s mission to make you suffer. It started from stop kissing you just after he got you stark naked in front of him. And a simple command.

‘On your knees, ass up baby.’

You complied. Like a good needy, horny slut would. Confused and without a clue what’s his intentions were. That’s when he had made you shuffle in your position until he got you facing the direction he wants. Funny how in your lust-addled haze, you hadn’t noticed the floor to ceiling mirror, perfectly placed in a spot where you can watch yourself get fucked from behind. You have your own suspicions that this is the real purpose of that mirror after all. No have you noticed the sparks in Jimin’s eyes when he had noticed it undoubtedly before you.

See now, this is a clear sign that universe is conspiring against you, with Jimin. How the mirror looks like a perfectly planned step of Jimin’s ‘making you regret it’ scheme. It had given Jimin’s creative mind a good opportunity to put those ideas into display. You are being the test subject. A grateful one. Grateful but losing your control. You can’t do it anymore. A girl can only handle certain amounts of edging after all. The thing is you don’t know how many times he had edged you until now.

Ever since his command, you’ve been in this position. Your hands are already giving up. So are your legs. Shaky. Jimin is pounding on to you from behind. He looks godly. Flushed and clenching his jaw so tight, it looks like he might break it. His rock-hard dick throbbing and twitching inside you. Yet, he keeps thrusting into you with same vigor. Dick head hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and bringing you close to your great relief. Only for him to rob it away.

“Ji-min… please... no more... I-I can’t...” You plead in for what time you don’t know. Sobbing. You watch how his eyes are glued to where you and he connect, through the mirror. Transfixed. Panting as his hips relentlessly snaps against your ass. He averts his gaze from your cunt to the mirror at your begging. Looking at your face instead. His gone-mad eyes locking with yours.

“You can’t?” Taunts. You whine pathetically. “What can’t you do?” Asks again. Picks up his speed that causes you to only moan in answer. And that earns a harsh spank on your ass cheek. Nearly making you plunge forward. He has landed few spanks here and there, but this is the hardest one. You mewl in pain but clench around him madly in new desire at the same time. Jimin holds you tight in your place by your hips. “Don’t fucking run slut. I asked you a damn question. What do you can’t?” Repeats.

“W-want t-to cum Jimin… fuck, I can’t anymore. I need to c-cum. Please baby, let me...” You find your strained voice. Jimin only groans in response to that. Concentrating on fucking you properly. “Jimin…” So, you try again.

“Then do as I say Lil.” Commands. Bends down forward. Slow down his thrusts. Leaning toward your ear so that his chest is pressed against your back. Watches you in the mirror. You shiver when he growls in your ear. “Be a good slut. You can cum if you keep your eyes open. Watch baby, want you to watch how beautiful you are when you getting fucked like a slut. Want you to see how beautiful you look when you fucking cum on my cock. You’re such beautiful whore for me.” With that he straightens up again. Picks up his pace again. So perfect. So good. You’re slobbering. Strangled noises leaving your throat as you bunch up the bedsheet on your fists. He has opted on an animalistic pace again. You moan loudly at the sensation. Arching your back even more and closing your eyes shut. And like that it all stops. In a millisecond. All gone. Jimin stills inside you. His movements entirely halted. The heavenly pleasure between your thighs dissipate into thin air. Your eyes shoot open.

“No… no Jimin please… fuck no…” You cry out in despair. Fresh tears are starting to roll down your cheeks. This is how it has been all these times. This is his game. The way he plays. His instructions are easy. Keep your eyes open. Keep watching. Keep watching while you fall over the edge. As if it is easy like that. You don’t know why or how, but you always end up shutting your eyes up. It’s unconscious. The immense pleasure cause you to close your eyes. And Jimin very cruelly has denied your release every time you did so.

“Keep.” Jimin gives you a harsh thrust. His fingers digging into your hips. Holding you steady. “Your.” Another thrust. “Eyes.” He delivers another spank with his thrust. “Open slut. Keep them open.” And he starts to fuck into you again. Harsh and hard that your hands fail you. You fall flat on your face. Raising your head feebly to stare at your pathetic figure getting pound by a breathtaking man. You can’t anymore. You can’t take this. You need to control your body. Need to have your senses back so you can comply to Jimin’s commands. So, you can reach your peak. You try your best. Do your best. Only to fail again. Right at the moment it becomes unbearable, and that knot almost explode, you close your eyes again. The pleasure disappears again. You choke on your own sobs. How many times? God how long he has done this? You’ve lost count already.

“Fucking hell, Jimin…. God… no… baby please let me…” You cry harder. New slicky juices seep out of your cunt each time you violently clench around him. Drenching your thighs and Jimin’s pelvic even more. Jimin moans loudly at the sensation as well. Or maybe it’s your cry. Whatever the reason, Jimin is the most controlled and rude prick ever. How does he even do this? You can see him shaking too. Can feel his cock throb too. Still, he’s been mean to you. And you know that he knows how you like it. In addition to your clenches, you’re weakly moving your hips back. Subtly fucking yourself on his cock. He stops that with a spank. Watches you through the mirror when you nod. Letting him know he can continue. So, he does. This time he snakes his hand around your throat. And straightens you up. Into his chest.

“Why can’t you listen baby?” Coos. Starts his thrusting again. Slow first. “You’re that horny? Your brain can’t process things? Is it empty? Did I fuck your thoughts away? Are you thinking with your cunt now? Hm my pretty slut?” Turns your head toward the mirror with a harsh grip on your jaw. “Watch Lil. Look how good you take me. Look how fucking gorgeous you are. Keep watching, okay. I promise you, you won’t cum today if you don’t.” Falls back to that harsh pace. You force yourself to comply this time. You will yourself to keep your eyes open. Humiliation turning your face into a deep scarlet. Jimin watches you intently too. “Yeah, like that. And take this cock like the slut you are princess. Shit, like that.” Grunts. You nod. Feeling how each drag of his cock against your walls make your legs buckle. Seeing how he is disappearing inside your needy hole through the mirror. What a sight you are together with Park Jimin. Keeping his face pressed against yours. One hand still having a tight grip on your jaw and making you watch yourself. Then the other falling between your thighs.

Jimin doesn’t play fair. You know that. It’s very unfair that he starts playing with your sensitive nub. His purpose is to make you disobey again. That evil smirk is the proof of it. Yet you manage to keep your eyes open this time. Gets Jimin chuckling in between his harsh thrusts and flicks in your clit.

“See, not bad whore. You can listen after all. Such a good dirty slut. Go on, baby you can. Keep your eyes open.” Fucks you harder. “Like that. Yeah. Mphm, squeeze me tight.” His hand picks up the speed. And it happens so fast. You don’t even feel the tell-tales before that knot snaps. No do you know whether you managed to keep your eyes open or not. You’re not sure if you have seen you falling apart or not. It’s a mushy haze. The pleasure coursing through your body. All you know is the way you shake and fall back on to Jimin’s body entirely.

When you come back to your clear senses again, Jimin is pulling out of you. Making you lay down on your back. Hovers over you with his eyes filled with unexplainable emotions. You would just call it worry.

“You, okay?” He purrs.

“Please more.” You spread your legs wide.

“Fucking hell Lil.” He curses aloud.

…………………………………………….

Jimin is losing his mind. It’s short circuiting. He feels like he can’t breathe. Has he ever seen a sight more beautiful than this in his life? Anything more breathtaking than you beneath him. Squirming and writhing. He had made you cum twice more in this position after you came hard while watching yourself from the mirror. Yet still, no matter how spent and weak you appear, you meet his thrust halfway. Buck your hips upward. You’re amazing, aren’t you? Amazing in how willing and pliant you are for him. How you’re allowing him to push your boundaries. Like this. Why would you do that? Why would you trust him this much?

See now, he’s partially worried that he’s hurting you. Forcing you take it when you can’t handle it anymore. But you’re mumbling incoherent ‘mores’ and ‘pleases’ over and over again. How far you are willing to go with him. And he doesn’t mean just in sex vise. You trust him every way. When he thinks about it, you have been ever since the day he broke a man’s nose for you during that storm. And that makes his heart swell. Swoon. Fills him with emotions that leaves him confused and helpless. He doesn’t know how to get them off. Feels like he might explode if he doesn’t. So, he fucks you harder and harder. Peering into your teary eyes. They glint. How beautiful.

“Jiminie… baby… oh, you feel so good.” Your voice is like his favorite music. “Jimin.” Especially when you use that voice to moan his name. You look ethereal beneath him. Fuck he needs more. He needs more from you. But how? You’re giving everything to him. Sprawled out here for him. Keeping his cock inside your tight hot cunt like this. Clenching. Jimin feels like he’s in heaven. Yet he wants more. He thrust harder into your warmth. Basking in the sensation of your velvet walls around his throbbing dick. Hides his face in your neck to smell you in. Adds some more purple marks to your skin, his canvas. Your chest and neck is marked deeply with his love bites. You’re so willing to let him do that. If anything, he knows that makes you even more turned on. See, Jimin find it’s impossible to restrain himself when you’re like this. You’re giving him everything. He’s going to explode. He needs to have more.

“Yeah princess? How good? Tell me how good I feel inside your cute hole.” Jimin mumbles against your lips. Keeping his dick dragging along your walls. Pining your hands above your head so you won’t try touching your clit. It’s his work. To make you cum. So, he makes sure to grind his pelvic to your throbbing clit with each of his thrust. You fail to perform words once again. Just moan. Moan loud. Fuck, he can’t. It’s a damn battle not to go even harder. He can’t. You’re already spent. It’ll break you. It’ll hurt you. He doesn’t want that. What gets him going is to see your pleasure. Weird. Oddly strange. Never in his life has he felt this fucked up to see someone else getting pleasured like this. But when it comes to you, it’s the source of his pleasure. To see you get lost. In the pleasure he creates and in him. To think he’s the reason behind your fucked up expression. Your eyes rolling back and the reason you’ve turned into a brainless mush. Fuck, he’s going to die.

“You’re doing so damn fine baby. Jesus Lil…. Taking me so well… Keep going hm? I’m so close...” And so, he is. So close. It’s that he’s simply greedy to let go. Doesn’t want this to end. Doesn’t want to lose the warmth of your cunt. Warmth of your body against him. Want to prolong this long as he can. Now though, it’s becoming impossible. Jimin knows he can’t hold back much longer. Your hole clenching around him, desperate to milk him. Your sweet moans. The way your back keep arching and pressing your perfect tits against his chest. All are bringing him to his edge. But still, he needs something more. The purple and reddish marks on your chest and neck isn’t enough. He wants more. More to make you his. It’s a pure primal desire that burns inside him. He feels lightheaded. He’s so close and he can’t pull out. Doesn't want to. Wants to fill you up. Needs to shoot his cum deep inside your cunt. Even the thought makes him moan your name. Makes his cock twitch.

He isn’t going to last long, and he needs to cum inside you. He works in an automated mode when he takes one of his hands to grab your face. Just to bring your attention to him. You look up at him in your tear-filled dark gaze. Jimin doesn’t think you can hear him properly. Still, he needs to ask. “Lil.” He calls to you softly. You just hum. “Baby.” He tries again.

“Jiminie.” You respond weakly.

“Hell, princess… don’t look so fucking…... fuck…” He tries to compose himself. He has to ask. “Lil so close… Baby…” Moans. You nod in acknowledgement. As if you know what he want. But you don’t. You have no idea. Well, to hell with it.  “Need to cum inside you.” Blurts out. And like that you’re suddenly wide eyed. It’s like he has slapped you into your senses. Are looking at him with your perfect glittery eyes. Stunned. See, if he’s not inside you already, he would certainly think that he has crossed a line. That you don’t like the idea at all. Good thing since he’s inside you. Because he can feel how tight you get around him. Clenching like a bitch in heat.

Fuck, you need that too.

Jimin nearly comes at the realization. But he needs to hear you. “Lil, fuck… can I?” Feels desperate. “Please fuck… need to fill you up. Full. Can I fuck you full of my cum baby. Please.” Knows there’s no reason to beg but can’t help it either. “Let me hear you say yes. Will keep you full all the time.” And that’s all it take.

“Yes, please yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jimin… yes please inside. Please... inside me. Cum baby please.” You scream through your lungs as your back leaves the mattress. Another powerful orgasm washing through you. Jimin doesn’t know whether it’s your beg or the way you squeezes him but in a second he’s following you into that ecstasy. He feels like a feral animal when he press his hips harder against you. Making sure you receive every drop of his cum inside you. How primal. How you’re awakening a monster inside him. And then how good and satisfactory it feels. He thrusts sloppily into you few more times before giving up completely. He’s exhausted too. Falling down into your spent body while minding not to crush you. Hiding his face in your neck. Waiting until his racing heart calms down.

“You’re so good to me princess. You did so good. Fuck that was amazing.” Praises you just for the sake of it. You just hum. He waits, waits and waits. Till he can’t wait anymore. It doesn’t matter how greedy he feels he need to slip out of you. And even though he feels like falling asleep right away, he needs to clean you up. His princess deserves all the pampering in the world after all. After sex or not. You deserve it.

He has no idea when he finally manage to get up from the bed. Quickly letting an alerted and whining you know that he’s just going to grab a towel. By the time he’s back, you look like you’ve already fallen into that deep slumber. Your breathing even. Makes him wonder why you haven’t disappeared yet. It’s good though. He’s glad. Jimin watches you for a minute.

Oh, here comes that squeeze in his heart. Bittersweet. You look peaceful. Angelic. He doesn’t want to wake you up at all. It would be a crime to make you wake up and get dressed. You can spend your night here. Jimin wants to spend this night with you. A luxury he can’t afford to have every day. This moment is precious and he’s going to treasure it. Not because some old woman told him to do so. But because it really is invaluable.

So, he tries his best not to wake you as he parts your leg. Fails. You open your eyes wearily.

“It’s okay baby.” He soothes you. Hoping you would go back to sleep. You close your eyes, though he doesn’t know whether you have fallen asleep. Turns out you haven’t when he discarded the towel and hover over you after he finishes cleaning you up. Your eyes open once again when he peer at your face.

“Hey.” You mumble groggily.

“Hey.” He answers you. Can’t hide the adoration in his voice. You giggle prettily. Oh, he’s so fucked up. He kisses you deep just because he can’t resist. Maybe he doesn’t have the privilege of waking up and going to sleep with you. But he always can kiss you deep. Like this. You sigh in content after he pulls away. Give him those eyes. Beautiful. Enchanting. That starry night. Jimin is so down for them.

“Are we staying here?” You ask sleepily.

“If you want to, we can, yes.”

And you’re nodding eagerly. Jimin is once again about to explode from these overwhelming emotions. He doesn’t know what to do with them. Pulling you into his chest and keep you tight against him appears to be a good idea. So, he does just that. Still naked. Your warmth keeping him warm before he pull the blankets over your bodies. Cuddles you tighter.

“Then sleep baby.” Kisses your forehead. He shouldn’t. It feels oddly intimate in non-sexual way. He does it anyway. Does it again. And again, till you fall asleep for real.

He really wants to see how it happens. How you shift. But he’s too tired. Maybe he’ll try to see it the next time. Or the next. For now, he’ll just hold you close and sleep tight.

………………………..

“How are we supposed to use this?” Key asks, inspecting a package of menstrual cups.

“Really?” You reply, bewildered.

“Yah! I’m serious. Teach me.”

“It’s not rocket science Key. Stick it up your hole.”

“Ew, don’t say it like that.”

“Then how do you want me to say it.” You roll your eyes as you toss few packets of pads and tampons into your cart. Trying to recall all the other stuffs you need to buy. Perking up suddenly when you remember the ketchup. “Wait, ketchup! Wait here.” You already start to leave your complaining best friend behind. Going back to the section of ‘sauces and seasonings’ which you already passed. You blame yourself for not preparing a list before coming grocery shopping as you stand before the aisle. Eyes scanning the varied of brands and products before they stop on your favorite one. You pick two large size bottles with hope of not coming here anytime soon for ketchup again. You nearly turn around to leave and join back with Key when a sudden voice startles you. It comes from behind.

“What a greedy little thing.” It says. Before you can turn around and find out who’s the owner of that voice, however, one of the ketchup bottles is snatched up from your hands.

“Yah!” You snap immediately. Turning around to find who’s the lunatic that think they can act like this way with strangers. And a mop of silver hair is what you notice first. Then a sharp jawline. Lastly fair skin and two black eyes hidden beneath that silver locks. The lunatic is a man. Or a boy you would say since he looks like he’s fifteen. Taller than you are though. He clicks his tongue.

“Why would you be so greedy and take two of them when you only need one. Over consumption is going to kill us one day.” Says as he puts the bottle of ketchup back in its place. Your brows merge instantly.

“YAH!” You exclaim loudly this time. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Grimace as you proceed to take your ketchup bottle back. Just before your fingers even brush on the bottle he stops you cold. By suddenly grabbing your wrist. Your eyes go wide in surprise. For minute. Then you avert them to the stranger next to you. Shoot him a murderous glare. Clench your jaw tightly as you try to free your hand from his tight grip. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? Does he think it’s cool. That he looks like a fucking heart throb.

“Why would you need two when one is perfectly enough. Why being such a greedy thing.” He clicks his tongue yet again. Hell, he looks like he’s fifteen, but he sure do speak like he’s ninety. You feel your patience running thin.

“How’s that any of your fucking business kid. Let my hand go before I damn fucking scream.” You grit your teeth. For your relief he does let go of your hand. You immediately grab your ketchup bottle. Almost turn around to leave this mad kid when he speaks again.

“Well, you being greedy over a bottle of ketchup? Not my business. But you being greedy over someone else’s life and messing up with the order of things? That’s my business through and through.” His tone stern and serious.  And you freeze. Freeze halfway turning around your heel. Turn back slowly to him. This time eyes wide in realization.

“Wh-what?” You let out without even your knowledge. He smirks.

“Oh, you pick up things rather fast. I wonder why, such a smart girl would risk her life this way.” Clicks his tongue again. “But then you’re a human. Humans are greedy. And your greed, little thing, is about to consume you whole.” Looks you dead in the eye. Your mouth is suddenly dry. This time you’re not surprised to see a man walking up to you and starts talking about your travels between two universes. No, you have expected this wholly. Even though you didn’t expect a silver haired young man.

“I- I…”

“Save it greedy little thing, I’m not here to hear you come up with excuses. Because there are none. You chose to be ruined. All because you were craving for a life you can’t have, you don’t have.” He takes a step forward. You’re not surprised to see him, yes. Still, you find it hard to comprehend the situation though. This is the answers you’ve been waiting for. You’re supposed to ask for a way to stop this. Fuck, it makes your heart clench. You’re not least bit happy to see this person. Answers mean the way to stop this. Stopping this mean ending your journey. Oh, but you have only started it. And that means you’ll never get to see Jimin again. Never get to see Jungkook again. Or anyone else. Suddenly, you feel like running away. Away from this strange man who’s about to ruin it all.

He gives you a knowing smile. “See, I am right. But here’s the thing little greedy human, that life you crave, isn’t yours to live. And the more you try to make it yours, the more you messed up with your own life. So, listen to me closely.” He leans forward. You stay rooted. Not even being able to recoil back when he starts to whisper against your ear. “End of the summer next year. That’s the only ever chance you’ll get. After that you’re stuck in this loop forever. Until it destruct you into ashes and you’re wiped from both worlds. So, think wise this time. Don’t ruin it. Stop being greedy for someone else’s life. And remember no more than seventy-two hours in one world. Break it, and you’re done.” With that he pulls away. Starts to walk away. You expect him to disappear, but he doesn’t. Is departing like a normal human being. You look at his retrieving back. Still, rooted into the spot. Feeling your heart shatter. His words ringing in your mind.

“Hey! What took you so- What’s happening?” You hear Key’s voice coming next to you. Yet it feels like coming from far away. There’s a question you need to ask. You need to ask it from him. You break into an abrupt run, startling Key.

“Hey, wait. Please wait.” He does. “Are you sure there isn’t any way?” Your voice shaky. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about being greedy now, little thing. No. There aren’t. It’s you stay and die or do the right thing and live.”

“But then why put me there in the first place? Why did I start to go there?”

“Because someone was greedy back then too.”

…………………………….

You dash up the staircase toward Jungkook’s apartment hurriedly. Mindlessly. There’s only one thing ringing in your mind. You need to meet Jimin immediately and tell him what happened. You had a very restless sleep last night, filled with nightmares. You’re scared. You’re terrified. And one must think the reason is turning into dust. But no, what terrifies you most is the thought of it all ending. You’re scared because you don’t know a way to stop it. At least not without self-destruction. You’re terrified because you don’t know how you’ll manage to fall into a normal life. Without any of these people in your life. Especially Park Jimin.

You know you’re shameless. Even after that fifteen-year-old grandpa explicitly warned you about the consequences of being greedy, here you are still being that. Greedy. You can’t lose this. You can’t lose Jimin. How it would be to wake up every day knowing you’ll never see him again. Not even by accident. He’ll be worlds apart. How it’ll be never to see Jungkook. Never to bake Kook’s bliss again. To not have an annoying boss like Hoseok. You’ll never be able to laugh hard at seeing full grown adults act like toddlers.

No. No. No. You can’t let this happen.

You need to tell Jimin what’s happening. He might come up with a way.

In your haste and in your oblivious state, you almost miss the familiar figure that always wait for you every other morning. Only almost though. It’s hard to miss a tattooed muscle bunny. Especially, when he practically jump at you. Not even letting you take the last step as he is grabbing from your shoulders tightly. A surprised yelp escapes your mouth.

“Kookie!”

“Are you okay?” You both shout at the same time. Your brows furrowing at his words. For a moment it doesn’t make any sense to you that he’s suddenly asking such a question. And there’s an urgency to his voice too. As if something bad happened. To make it worse he looks so worried. His doe eyes flickering between yours frantically. His grip on you tightening. “Noona, tell me you’re, okay?” He presses. You take a good look at his panicked expression before slowly nodding.

“Of course, why are you─”

“You didn’t come home. You never do that, and I tried calling you and texted you and I was so fucking worried. And... and…” His words falter, trailing into stammers. Closes his eyes tightly and opens them back to peer at you. Stressed. You can visibly see how concerned and distraught he is. And it hits you. Slowly. Of course, you didn’t come home the other day. So did you forget to check your phone too. It’s not even in your possession. You hope Jimin will remember to grab it with him. You open your mouth to tell Jungkook that. To apologize. You genuinely feel bad. Guilty for making him worried. But then you close it again. Not exactly knowing what to say. Not that you can say you were with Jimin. What’s the possible explanation. “Where were you?” Jungkook manages to ask again at the lack of your response. You remain silent, though. Raking your brain for a good excuse.

“I…um... uh…”

“Don’t lie please.” Jungkook interrupts your pointless excuse. You gape at him Confused. “You were with Jimin, weren’t you?” It sounds more like a statement than a question. He’s letting you know that he knows. Your hearts sinks to the pit of your stomach. You inhale shaky breath. Wonder how he knows though. He gives you the answer without even you asking. “Hoseok. I called Hoseok when you didn’t answer my calls and….”

“Oh.”  You feel your body heat up with shame. Even though this is the second time. You feel even more ashamed to face him than the first. You just proved you’re a lying bitch.

“Why?”

You feel dumbstruck at his question. What’s the meaning of that question anyway. That’s not what he’s supposed to do. He may have understood your situation the first time. But now, you expect him to see you as the bitch who you are. Disgust him. Not to ask questions such as this.

“What? What do─”

“Why are you doing it Noona? Like are you really in love?” You watch as Jungkook’s entire expression morphed into something hurt. Like you’ve caused him a great heart break.

No. Of course, not. Right?

You feel irritated suddenly. You have no time to have this conversation now.

“No… no, Kookie. I’m not.” Yet you try your best to stay calm. Jungkook has every right to question you. You’re the bad person here.

“Then why? It’s just sex? He makes you cum that hard, that you don’t mind that he’s in a relationship for five years. So, you don’t mind that he’s cheating on his girlfriend? How good is the sex?” Jungkook shakes you by your shoulders. Suddenly, he looks mad. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him mad. That irritation flares inside you. You fail to stay calm.  

“Why would you care Jungkook?” You snap. Frustration and the urgency to get out of here getting the best of you. Partially because you need to see Jimin and partially because you feel like you can’t see Jungkook in the eye.

“Because I do. You know I fucking do. You gonna fucking hurt yourself in the end. Jimin is a god damn selfish prick to keep dragging you into this mess. He is fucking playing with your life─”

“Jungkook.” You sigh heavily. Annoyed.

“No, Noona. That’s the truth. I don’t fucking want you to hurt. And what’s your plan? What are you gonna do? Keep going? Until how long, how long are you gonna do this?”

“Well, not for so long apparently.” You resign. Give up completely. Can feel your eyes burn with freshly gathering up tears. “I only have a fucking year.” You’re ashamed yes. Guilty, yes. But the hurt comes to the surface yet again surpassing all the other emotions. Jungkook’s grip on your shoulders softens. So does his expression. Anger morphs into confusion and worry.

“What do you mean ‘a year’? Did you?”

“Yes”

And like that your conversation takes a drastic change. From Jungkook confronting you of your poor life decisions to you telling him what happened yesterday at a darn supermarket. By the time you end your story, you and Jungkook are sitting on the top step. Staring into nothing.

“Fuck.” That’s the only thing Jungkook mumbles in the end.

“Yeah, right? I don’t know what I should do Kookie.” You prop your chin on your hands.

“Well, uh- fuck, me neither. But Noona?” The question in his voice makes you turn toward him with a raised brow. “Why did the kid call you greedy? How’s any of that were your doing?” Fires out his curiosity.

Oh fuck!

See, you had done the same with Key yesterday. Had to give her a possible and logical explanation as to what happened. But you managed to do it by hiding the parts that needed to be hidden. Fuck yourself for forgetting to do the same with Jungkook. You blink at his innocent face for a moment. Then lower your gaze to your lap. What can you say anyway. You refuse to lie anymore.

“It’s not that it didn’t work, was it? You wished to be here.” He chuckles humorlessly. “Because you wanted to be with him?” Throws his head up.

“He asked me to stay. All right? I had every intention to─”

“But you didn’t, did you? You stayed because he asked? To be what, his mistress? My god Noona, why would you have to lower yourself that much?” Jungkook’s voice is filled with pure disbelief. Accusation. You feel that irritation raises its head once again. And it’s not even about Jungkook rudely pointing out your weaknesses. No. It’s the shame. Because every word he says is true.

“Do you think I don’t know Kookie. I know what type of stupid, selfish person I am. I couldn’t fucking help it though.” Jungkook tries to cut you off, but you don’t let him this time. “I tried my best but here I am. And I understand that you might want me to disappear from your sight this moment…” Tears start to prick at your eyes again. This time fueled by self-pity. “Like… I know, I’m an insufferable mess. A fucking disaster. And I promise you I would get myself out from your life soon as I can. I’ll figure a way─”

“Please don’t.” This time Jungkook succeeds in cutting you off. Sigh hard.

“Huh?”

“Please don’t say that and don’t move out.” Turns toward you completely. Takes your hands in his. Smiles sadly. So sadly, that your heart breaks. “I never told you, you’re any of that. I mean ugh- fuck I don’t know… It’s wrong but you said you only have a year, right? So, don’t try to live that year shutting everyone else from your life because some jerk knows how to make you cum hard.” You wince at his words slightly. He sighs heavily again. Looks you in the eye. You can see how his are glinting. Are those tears? “And I’m sorry that… uh- I didn’t want to confront you or anything. I was just worried Noona. I was so fucking scared you just left like that. Don’t do it again. And don’t move out. You can stay here. Please don’t. C’mon you listened to that asshole when he asked you to sacrifice your life, am I not even worthy enough to just consider living with me?” Pouts. Jungkook always knows how to get what he wants. In a different context, you would have rolled your eyes. But now, you feel oddly touched.

“So what? You want to drag yourself into my disastrous life as well? You want to live with a homewrecker? You still gonna take my side when I am the wrong person here? You want to become a part of the family too?” You laugh bitterly.

“What family?”

“Hoseok knows. And I think Taehyung knows too.”

“And you left me out of it?”

“Well, I didn’t tell them. We got caught. And if I can Jungkook, I’d keep you away from this mess. Away from me.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Well, guess what? It’s not up to you to decide that. Just because I call you Noona, baby, it doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots.” Squeezes your hands. “I can make decisions for myself perfectly well. And I don’t care Noona. Homewrecker or whatever. Call me biased, I don’t care. I’m only worried about you. I’m gonna take your side even if you killed a man.” Changes his position instantly and he’s crouching down in front of you in a second. Your hands are still in his. Looks at you with puppy eyes. Innocent. You feel your heart shatter.

“Why Jungkook? Don’t be such a saint.” You try your best to well up your tears. “God, you’re too good. I feel like I’m taking fucking advantage.”

“And I’m so happy if you’re doing it. So what? Do we have a deal here? Don’t move out, hm? I really don’t want to lose my alien because she’s too horny.”

You scrunch up your face in disgust. Why would he have to say it like that? How amazing Jungkook is to make a joke out of this sordid situation, just after he was flat out confronting you a minute ago. You genuinely thought he was mad at you. That he’s ashamed of being a friend of yours. You thought that’s the reason for bringing it out. But it was care? Jungkook is such a pure soul. You stare at him. Failing to keep your tears in your eyes.

You don’t deserve him, now do you? You’ve lied to him so many times. Have used his good will so many times. You’re a bad person. But he wants to be a part of that, why?

Because he is a good person.

“Kookie.” You mutter weakly.

“Yes?”

“So, you’re fine with what I’m doing?”

“No, I’m not.” Shakes his head. Right when your brows start to merge in confusion he speaks. “I’m not fine with what you’re doing but I’m fine with you. No matter what you do, I am fine with you. Maybe… just maybe we’ll be able to stop it. Before you get hurt.”

You don’t think it will be the case at all. You can’t see a way out from Jimin. No. But still you just nod. Just for the sake of him. “What if I am to ruin your life too?” Questions.

“How?” You have no answer for that. So, he continues. “I don’t see a way you can do that. But if that’s the case, I’m okay with it. I like it when my life is happening. It was so dull before I met my alien.”

“Oh, my god, will you please…”

He just smiles. That tension and the soured emotions you felt a moment ago dissipating into thin air. Of course, they are. Jungkook always knows how to make your day better. You don’t know why he does that but when you think about it, he has always been there for you when something goes wrong. From the very beginning. He’s already a part of the mess you created, whether you like it or not. He was your escape when you had no place to go. He was the man who knew everything from the beginning. He was the sweet soul who never once judged you for your wrongdoing.

He was,

The man who shared a cigarette under a starry sky with you.

The man who understood why you did what you did.

The man who always made sure you smile.

The man who danced with you in his kitchen.

The man who’ll always have your back when things would crumble down into ashes.

That’s who he is. The only other person who you are deeply tangled with. The Bambi eyed muscle bunny who has a mattress in his living room.

And you adore him. Course you do. He’s very special to you. You only manage a light nod when he beams up. Hurriedly pull you to your feet. Crushes you in a bear hug. Funny. He is. But that’s how he is. Because he is,

Jeon Jungkook.

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[pelibirdie]

❤️🦊A small Vere Drabble for Valentines day:

A/N: the Kuras and Mhin version of this is in the making I'm sorry Leander/Ais fans I deadass cannot write for them that well or just didn't get inspired that much for this one

Ok on with the fic have a nice meal Vere fans

There is literally nothing you can do to impress this guy. As someone who is probably already getting whatever he wants- and as someone who is VERY extravagant- perhaps the best course of action is to get an emotional gift. And if you can, making an emotional gift. Your hands turn the pen over, fiddling with it as you wait for inspiration to strike. There are some sketches, badly drawn in your opinion, that lay there. Some words written down, but none of them seem to convey how your really feel. It is exhausting at best and frustrating at worst. You had decided to write a letter and sketch Vere as a gift. But so far, your efforts have not been too fruitful. You leaned back on the chair, sighing as you decided to rest your eyes for a bit.

Then you felt it.

The presence of something heavy, cold and tickling. You opened your eyes to see Vere, who balanced himself on the back of your chair. His blood red hair draping itself over your face. “This looks ugly as shit.” He said as he brought one of the discarded sketches to your face. “This also looks too flat. The neck is weird. Hair strokes are too messy.” Yeowch. Judging by the reaction, Vere didn’t seem to understand that the sketch was supposed to be him.

“Maybe before all of that, you explain to me how you broke into my room?” You raised an eyebrow. Were you surprised? No. Do you nearly feel like exploding over the close proximity to the fox man? Definitely. “Oh darling please- I wouldn’t consider this a break in. Especially because the door was unlocked. You live like this all the time?” Vere clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I’m just being a good friend. Checking in and whatnot.” Vere carelessly went through your room. “Mm, you need to move out.” He kicked away one of the crumpled pieces of paper. “And clean.” Annoyed, he picked up the paper, smudged ink making the letters hard to read. He squinted for a while, holding the paper up to the dimming sunlight from the window.

His tail twitched. “ This hand-writing is shit too.” He came closer. “Who’s your secret fan?” Vere flashed a biting smile, devoid of glee. “No one. That isn’t from someone-“ you continued on with your work, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Suddenly Vere reached for your pen, holding your hand along with it when adding a few strokes. It seemed the letter was swiftly discarded once Vere couldn't get the reaction he wanted from you. “See, that adds dimension. Left eye corner needs to be smaller and the inner corner is also slimmer. See how it's not that flat of a face anymore.” Gosh, who did this guy think he was? The arrogance to just take over your sketch- “Focus on the drawing MC. You forget I can tear your artery from here. I’m doing you and the bastard who’s gonna get this sketch a favor.” Vere’s hair tickled your neck. Considering his face was right next to your neck, and teeth in your artery in the blink of an eye, you decided not to comment. But since when was Vere this up-close in personal with you? With anyone? Was he drunk? He smelled fine. Ais wasn’t even in the Wet Wick. So why would he linger in your room of all places?

Perhaps your unspoken fondness of him skewed your perception of the kind of actions Vere would take. Because you feel it’s alright. You’re smarter than to let this moment be slip away from suspicion. A fox rarely comes to anyone for visits. So who were you to deny this maniac of a fox your company?

[dis-harmony]

🏀 Slam Dunk Headcanons: Aesthetics Shohoku 🏀

Sakuragi 🏀

Sakuragi’s aesthetic would be a jock since he is part of the delinquent gang with the four of his friends.

He would always be like one when it comes to basketball even though he might have poor skills at it at times 😞

But don’t worry, at least Haruko would support him which hopefully she’s going to love his style if he is a jock.

He would at least spend a lot of time at video games or sports, but mostly basketball to achieve his skills. He is athletic tbh.

He might want to wear a jock strap or just a letterman jackets along with a Shohoku team uniform with it.

Rukawa 🦊

Oh, this bad boy is DEPRESSED.

Rukawa would be into either goth stuff or emo things so I’m guessing he could be an E-boy tbh.

Lazy boy would be E-boy 🖤

If it’s too pretty for him, he might at least be plain emo then.

He would always admire with grunge aesthetics so he would want to look cool on it and I bet he would be listening to punk or metal rock music.

I’m pretty sure if he wears those things, the girls would really see him so dark whether they love it or not.

Crack: If he’s h?rny, he would want to be an emo femboy in private… 💀

Haruko 🌸

Sweet girl is nothing but a softie! 🧸

She has various favorites of aesthetics that can be cutesy and Japanese-cultured like bubble bujo, babygirl, girly, cute party kei, cutegore, choco girl, pastel, fairy kei, heisei retro, jirai kei, kawaii gamer, Lolita, MANY MORE!!!

But mostly, she loves to be a softie in general.

This girl will do anything for a cuteness overload to Sakuragi so he would explode with cuteness in a chibi form ❤️

She loves to write love letters, eating some sweets, spending much time listening to cute music, cuddling her pillows and plush toys, and collect kawaii figures.

Her most favorite part of all is wearing cute dresses and hoodies when going out, especially if she goes out for a date with Sakuragi.

Ayako 🧢

Here goes this baddie… 😎

Her aesthetics would mostly be tomboyish but she would love to have such cool and cleavage styles to be cool like Mcbling moodb, gyaru, baddie, city pop, scene, vaporwave, and boujee

Tomboyish girl is cool!

Lots of people would go crazy about her ngl.

Best girl can get sporty too if she wanted to be like Sakuragi.

What a bimbo 💅

Mitsui ⚡️

Mitsui would be into these aesthetics that has to do with rock/heavy metal music.

But I think he would be into grunge like Rukawa does but differently ofc.

He does have a sense of fashion back in his time with his former delinquent gang which I would’ve thought he looked like he belonged to a heavy metal band tbh.

He would be into AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Kiss, Black Sabbath, and others..

If he can have that kind of aesthetic, he would wear leather jackets, studded belts, black jeans, hi-top shoes, and combat boots.

Akagi 🦍

This gorilla man would have a perfect sense of gangster stuff. 😎

GANGSTA ✨

Yes, he’s totally gonna have an obsession with gangster culture tbh.

This guy would be listening to rap music or hip-hop because of the violent lifestyle in USA.

He could wear a double-breasted suit so he can look like a total gangsta. Or he would just wear baggy clothes.

Ryota 7️⃣

Ryota on the other hand has so much experiences of aesthetics that can be weird and fun.

He would be some guy who might be used to those crazy and random weird things that he would like to see on TV or if he can play some video games like FNAF or Poppy Playtime.

POV: One day, Ryota came home from school and is literally crashed from having an amazing time of playing basketball with his team in the game performance.

But when he’s tired, he would sit and be on his computer all day but then hallucinate on weird scenery and stuff.

After that, he would end up having dreams that has to do with weirdcore.

Imagine if his teammates will turn themselves differently than normal, much to them becoming chibis.

Kogure 👓

I think this four-eyed boy would be a prep! 😊

His preppy style would be like sailor shorts, boat shoes, collared tops, and others.

This nerd would be really into college and old money stuff ngl.

Nerdy

I bet he would be quite obsessive with smart things once get himself preppy tho

I Think his favorite things about it would be like studying, vocabulary, advanced schoolwork, even many things that can make him reach to college (somehow if he would).

[pretentious-reindeer]

My Favorite Tropes of All Time

Hello and welcome to my introduction of my favorite tropes ever! 

Brief Whump List (If you don’t want to read my rambles aha-)

Superpower whump

Lady whump

Hero/Villain whump

Team whump

Whump

I’m totally not gonna keep adding onto this list as I discover more whump tropes 😀

Favorite Kind of Whumpees 🤍:

Female Whumpee (though, I totally don't mind male Whumpees, and all that- female Whumpees are just a preference)

Superpower Whumpees

Along with Whumpees who have superpowers, I love hero/vigilante/sidekick Whumpees as well.

I like Whumpees who either were willing to forgive until the end, or weren't willing to forgive until the end.

I also like comic-relief Whumpees

Defiant whumpees

Stubborn whumpees

Sarcastic whumpees

Lying whumpees; Whumpees who lie to save their own skin

Favorite Kind of Whumpers 🖤:

Whumpers that are impulsive- I lowkey just enjoy the random bursts of ideas that bubble up out of nowhere from a Whumper. They are just itching to test out a new method on Whumpee. Or, like, Whumper’s who are impulsive emotionally. Out of nowhere they just… explode 💥 

Also, like, Whumpers whose anger just makes them black out, and then they are looking down at their hands and see Whumpee’s blood…  mmm that’s a kiss on both cheeks! (I’d like this with switched roles as well! Whumpee’s anger making them black out, and doing something they regret)

Whumper with explosive sadism

But! At the same time, cold and calculating whumpers are sooo fun to read too-

Whumpers who have a personal vendetta against whumpee

Sarcastic whumpers

Lying whumpers; Whumpers who lie to give whumpee false hope

To be honest, I’m not very picky on Whumpers and their personalities. I’m not the biggest fan on weirdly intimate whumpers. But, other than that, everything else is good 👍

Favorite Kind of Tropes/Scenarios 💚:

SUPERPOWER WHUMP! ❤️

Or like Superhero whump 🌹

SUPERPOWERS! Fight scenes using SUPERPOWERS. The scenarios are endless! 

Whumpee trying to fight against Whumper but not being strong enough

Whumpee trying to fight against Whumper but not being strong enough.

Whumpee's power being used against them.

In contrast, Whumper using their own power against Whumpee

Whumper putting Whumpee in arranged fights/brawls with the supplemental usage of superpowers. 

Whumper forcing Whumpee (a hero/vigilante/sidekick) to commit acts only a villain would. 

Superpowers with side effects

A whumpee who doesn’t have superpowers but manifests them during a high-stake situation or the brink of death as a sorta survival awakening

Superpowers that make whumpee or whumper’s state of mind different (more insane, or more sadistic, or just… there’s something that’s released in their brain, adrenaline, a release of endorphins or dopamine… overstimulation, brain going into overdrive, hyper-sensitivity… blood lust, a state of euphoria…)

Whumpee who can’t control their superpower(s) [to the point they are a danger to society]

Restrained Whumpee wearing a power suppressant as Whumper dangles a loved one in front of them; bonus if Whumper kills said loved one using their power; double bonus if Whumper makes Whumpee beg for Lover’s life and still kills them; triple bonus if said Lover’s blood splatters on Whumpee’s face

Whumpee losing control over their power

Generally, any scenario with the usage of superpowers-

(Literally ANY superpower related trope in whump!)

(Super)hero / (Super)villain whump! 🦸

(kinda co-existent with superpower whump but with given-roles) 

Reformed hero / villain

Villain forcing Hero to be their sidekick

Villain and Hero having to team up to destroy a greater evil (Supervillain, maybe)

Literally any of the tropes listed in superpower whump but with these roles involved:

Superhero(s) or Hero(es)

Supervillain(s) or Villain(s)

Hero/Villain Sidekick(s)

Leader(s), Vigilante(s), Rogue(s), Teammate(s), Medic(s), Caretaker(s), etc… a hero/villain team whump in a way. 

With team whump in mind…

TEAM Whump!! ☎️

A Leader is forced to submit to Whumper (or a villain) on the condition for Whumper to spare their team.

Public displays of degradation towards Leader in front of the team. 

Power imbalances within the team.

A strong Whumpee or character begging Whumper not to kill their leader/captain.

A whole team getting captured

A team being held in the same room, but in different cages 

Whumper torturing Whumpee in front of the team

Whumper branding Whumpee in front of the team

Revenge Whump 

Or just prompts that could evoke a sense of vengeance to arise within Whumpee. 

Vengeance. I like tropes where Whumper hates Whumpee because Whumpee took something away from them [that Whumper loved].

Or! If a relative of Whumpee's is the one Whumper hates, and Whumper takes out their anger and vengeance onto Whumpee instead of their relative. 

Do you one better. Whumpee does something and feels guilty and regretful, and starts thinking they deserve the pain that's happening to them.

Or! Whumpee begging Whumper not to kill their lover. And… after all that begging, Whumper still ends up killing their lover. Or, perhaps, they torture Whumpee’s lover so bad that Whumpee ends up begging for Whumper to kill them.

Whumper taking everything away from Whumpee. Literally, everything away from them. All because Whumpee made them mad. 

Maybe, a reverse-scenario: Whumpee taking everything away from Whumper

Whumper holding a loved one of Whumpee hostage and making Whumpee work for them

Randoms

Meaning, it’s not a specific topic, but like maybe methods of whump. 

Whumpee begging Whumper not to kill their lover or a loved one. 

Impalement (not TOO descriptive though); Whumpee being impaled, but not on purpose—perhaps an environmental impalement. Or caused by an external factor, like an explosion.

Kicked while on the ground

Hair… Hair pulling, yanking Whumpee’s head back by their hair, cutting Whumpee’s hair, dyeing Whumpee’s hair

Forced to pick/choose… who dies, what weapon to be tortured with, their punishment… etc. 

Spy whumpee that gets captured / discovered

Flash-Fiction Randoms

These are just 1-3 words a piece, lol. No particular order. Written off the top of my head. 

[❗️just means I like the trope a lot, and ‼️ means I really really like the trope]

Starvation

Asphyxiation

Whipping

Bloodlust 

‼️Explosions

City Demolition

❗️Speechless

❗️Betrayal

Degradation

❗️Regression

Mind Control 

Brainwashing

Electrocution

Bad Caretaker

Inexperienced Caretaker

Caretaker turned Whumper

‼️Unconsciousness / Fainting

Ugly Crying

‼️Ugly Crying + Mascara

Sensory Deprivation

❗️Flinching

Forced to watch

Self-Sacrifice

Weapons

Branding

❗️Branding + Tattoos

Lying

Defiance

Revenge

Justice ⚖️

Conditioning / Training

Power imbalance

Recapture

‼️Losing control

Promises

‼️Unkept promises

[waltermis]

The Oscars

MASTERLIST ↠ SINGER!READER UNIVERSE

Summary: It’s time for the Oscars

Warnings: swearing, most likely inaccurate stuff about the Oscars… I tried to collect as much information as possible, but it is entirely likely that I messed the whole thing up.

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader (romantic), Scarlett x Lorelai Philips (platonic), Scarlett x Quinn Jones (platonic).

A/N: Happy birthday, Scarlett ❤️❤️

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Scarlett sighed nervously as she watched the people around her bustle and hustle in her hotel room, attempting to get her ready for the Oscars. She silently hoped that she would be nominated for at least one award but never voiced her thoughts out loud, not wanting to be disappointed if she didn’t get nominated. Looking around her busy room, she really wished that you could’ve been here. 

You’ve been on tour for over a year now and the last time she was able to physically see and feel you in person was 7 months ago when you performed for 3 nights in Atlanta. She had a couple of reshoots for Black Widow there, and when you had told her that you would be having a concert there, she instantly bought tickets to see you perform. She bought tickets for all 3 nights, singing/screaming the words to the songs until her voice was raspy and on the verge of going away. She bought tickets for your brothers, your dad, and the rest of her family to go with her, to support you. She had so much fun watching you sing and dance; seeing you have fun with your dancers and backup singers on stage had her so mesmerized. And watching the way you interacted with your fans, she really understood why you loved them so much.

She gasped lightly, getting pulled away from her thoughts when her hairstylist accidentally tugged too hard on her hair. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Johansson.” Quinn apologized quickly.

“It’s okay,” she reassured. “And how long have you been my hairstylist?”

“6 years-ish, give or take,”

“And how many times have I told you to call me Scarlett?”

“Too many to count,” they said, sheepishly. 

“Exactly, so are you going to start calling me Scarlett?”

“It’s very unlikely,” the two of them laughed at that. “Are you excited for tonight?” they asked.

“Yeah,” Scarlett replied, “I think it’ll be really fun,” she smiled while they added the finishing touches to her hair.

“And done.” they said, showing her hair in the mirror.

“I love it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now go get your dress on. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure Lorelai’s head is gonna explode.”

Scarlett looked over at her manager, who was standing in the corner talking on her phone, and Quinn was right, Lorelai looked beyond stressed. “She looks like a headless chicken.” she said, grinning. 

Quinn burst out laughing, which caught Lorelai’s attention. “Shit shit shit, go to the bedroom now!!” They pushed her off the makeup chair. She quickly ran into the bedroom and put on her dress. Looking at herself, she smiled softly. God did she wish that you were here right now. 

She decided to pull out her phone and give you a call. The phone rang for a couple seconds before your voicemail came on. “Hi, this is Y/N; I am currently not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as I can.” Scarlett smiled at the sound of your bubbly voice. 

Beeeeeep

“Hi baby, I was just calling because I missed you. I’m just about ready to leave for the awards tonight and I wanted to hear your voice. Call me back tonight when you’re free? I love you.” She hung up.

“Scarlett!! Are you ready?” Lorelai asked, a little panicked, knocking excessively on the door.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

In the car, Scarlett pulled out her phone and began to watch reels of you singing during your tour on Instagram. She honestly couldn’t be more proud of you, she knew you always wanted to be a singer, but that dream didn’t solidify until you first sang in the first Pitch Perfect movie. She saw how hard you worked for this, and knew that you deserved every single round of applause you got after each song you’d sing.

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Scarlett stepped out of her car, putting on a practiced smile for the cameras. She looked at the paparazzi and her fans who were screaming and crying out her name. She got her picture taken and was led to the section where interviews were taking place. She did a couple of them, she even had one with her co-star and friend, Florence Pugh. 

Soon, Lorelai was ushering her off to the next part. Scarlett smiled as she greeted Cole Walliser; he was the one in charge of the GlamBOTs; the camera that moves extremely quickly but the footage taken is in slow motion. After he instructed her on what she should be doing, Scarlett did her iconic over the shoulder pose into the camera and smiled happily. The speed of the camera startled her for a moment, but she was quick to regain her bearings. She thanked him again, and then joined her manager in one of the more secluded areas as an usher led them into the building.

Scarlett smiled softly in thanks at the attendant who led her and Lorelai to their seats. Getting inside the building took quite a bit of time; with the amount of celebrities showing up in it was bound to get crazy. She sighed, gently wiping her hands on her dress. “You nervous?” Lorelai whispered quietly.

“Little bit,”

“Don’t be,”

“I kinda wish Y/N was here…”

“I know,”

“Not that I don’t love your company.” Scarlett amended quickly, “I just– I just miss her. I mean, I haven’t seen the woman in 7 months!”

“I know that too,”

“And I know that she’d be able to calm me down in a second if she were here. I know that she wouldn’t care if she won an award tonight, cause she’d think that all the other nominees deserved it better.”

“That sounds like Y/N,” Lorelai laughed. “Now before you can go into a spiral right now, do you think you’re gonna win tonight?”

“Maybe…? I mean there’s so many other people to consider before me,”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. I know you, and knowing you, I know you’ll get a nomination, I’m sure of it.”

Scarlett smiled a genuine smile at Lorelai, “Thank you,”. Lorelai winked at her, before the night began. 

Scarlett smiled brightly as each nomination was announced. She had to admit, even if you weren’t here, she was having a nice time. Her heart had skipped a beat when she heard Taika Waitit’s name get called when ‘Jojo Rabbit’ won Best Adapted Screenplay. She quickly stood him and congratulated him, sharing a moment of joy before he went on stage. “He deserves this,” Lorelai said, watching as Taika started his speech.

“He really does, this was one of the best scripts I’ve ever read.”

“I know…. I saw the movie.” 

Scarlett scrunched her eyebrows together. “Hey, do you know why you have an empty seat beside you?”

“I don’t know, maybe someone wasn’t able to show up?” Lorelai guessed.

“Probably, I wonder who couldn’t make it.”

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“How’re you feeling?” Lorelai asked, a little bit later. They were now watching the little clips put together for the award of Best Documentary Feature.

“The nerves are still there but I’m good.”

“Good,” Lorelai smirked, she had a strange look in her eyes as they began clapping as the winner was announced. Scarlett gave her a suspicious look but paid her no mind as she listened to the speeches.

Soon enough, Mahershala Ali came out to present the award for Best Supporting Actress. Scarlett held her breath, squeezing Lorelai’s hand lightly as her heart beat out of her chest. 

Mahershala began his speech. “Most every actress and actor I know wants to build a lasting body of work choosing roles that do more than just speak to them personally, but with the hope of their performance will resonate with others. The five women nominated Best Supporting Actress have done just that.” 

The short clips of multiple different movies began, starting with Laura Dern in Marriage Story. Then she saw herself as Rosie Betzler in ‘Jojo Rabbit’ play on the screen. She sighed happily, feeling exhilarated that she was nominated. She smiled even harder when she saw Florence was also nominated. “Here are the nominees for performance by an actress in the supporting role.” He paused, “Kathy Bates, Richard Jewell. Laura Dern, Marriage Story. Scarlett Johansson, Jojo Rabbit. Florence Pugh, Little Women. Margot Robbie, Bombshell.” 

“And, the Oscar goes to……. Scarlett Johansson, Jojo Rabbit.” Everyone in the crowd cheered as Scarlett stayed frozen in her seat. It wasn’t until Lorelai nudged her lightly did she realize that she had really won. Hugging a couple of friends quickly, Scarlett headed up onto the stage, smiling bashfully as everyone continued to clap. “Congratulations,” Mahershala said, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking the award as he handed it to her. She walked up to the microphone set up in the middle of the stage, standing in front of everyone beaming proudly when the crowd began to clap even harder. 

Suddenly, Scarlett felt two arms wrap around her waist from behind. She spun around quickly, alarmed. She was fully prepared to scream out when she stared into a pair of eyes she’s longed to see in person for the past 7 months. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her words barely audible. Scarlett let go of her award as she wrapped her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. With your quick reflexes, you manage to catch the award before it hits the ground and you hand it off to Lorelai who was waiting to receive it at the bottom of the stage. 

You returned Scarlett’s hug just as tightly, cupping your right hand over her neck and wrapping your other arm around her waist, pulling her into you. “Hi baby,” you whispered into her hair, kissing her temple. You closed your eyes for a moment, cherishing the feeling of her finally being in your arms again. You didn’t realize how much you really missed her until just now.

You felt her body shake and gently you removed her from your body, keeping her at a nice distance. Scarlett had tears streaming down her face as she reached for you. “No,” she whimpered, her hands coming up to clench at your clothes. “Too far,” she clarified, tugging you closer still.

“Okay, I won’t go too far, but why’re you crying?” you asked, gently turning her body so her back faced the stage. Delicately, you brushed away her tears while you tried not to ruin her makeup. Thank god for waterproof makeup.

“I just missed you so fucking much,”

“I missed you too,” you kissed her head again, relishing the fact that she was with you for real and that it wasn’t a sick dream.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were still in Rome!” 

“I was… but I thought I’d stop by before my next show in a couple of days.” you replied, smiling warmly at her. 

“What’re you wearing?” Scarlett asked, once she’s got a good look at you.

“What? You don’t like it? I think I’m dressed very nicely for the Oscars,” you teased, tugging at your hoodie and sweatpants, and then scrunching your face up, showing your face without any makeup.

“I think you look great.”

“I know… I was supposed to be at the house before you came here to actually be there for you but my flight got delayed because of the weather,”

Scarlett gasped, “That’s why you didn’t take my call!”

“Didn’t see it, had my phone on airplane mode. Anyways by the time I landed, the event had already started. And when I actually got here, they were presenting your award. I didn’t have time to change, if you can’t tell.”

“You look beautiful,” she said. “And I love you very much,” she murmured into your neck as she buried herself back into you. “And I appreciate you being here for me,”

“I love you too,” you mumbled. “Now, I think there’s an entire room full of celebrities waiting for your speech.” you quickly pulled away, making sure that you didn’t smear any of her makeup. Hastily, you reassured Scarlett that you would still be there when she was done with her speech but she wasn’t convinced. Instead, she clasped your hands together behind her as Lorelai handed her back her Oscar and headed back to her seat.

What the two of you didn’t realize was that during your reunion, the microphone had picked up everything you’ve both said and there wasn't a dry eye in the audience. Anyone who knew you and Scarlett knew that you were perfect for each other. And anyone who’s heard of you knew that you were the power couple that dominated every industry. You were the ‘it’ couple. One of the only couples the world knew that clicked as well as the two of you did.

You stood behind her, beaming with pride as Scarlett started her speech, her hand still grasped tightly in yours behind her back. “I’m so sorry about that, um, I haven’t seen her in 7 months and yeah,” she chuckled lightly, “I just wanted to thank everybody who got me here. I want to thank…” the rest of her speech faded away from your ears as you admired your girlfriend. You knew without a doubt that this would be the person that you’d spend the rest of your life with. “I also want to thank my partner in crime, Y/N,” you snapped back to reality at the sound of your name. “Without you, then none of this would’ve been possible, you helped me remember my lines and perfect my German accent, which was not easy, by the way, and yet, you never wavered. You never doubted for a second that I couldn’t do this, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. I love you more than words can ever express.” You smiled, kissing her cheek before you led Scarlett down the stairs to get her name engraved into her award. You stood beside her the entire time, holding her hand tightly, squeezing it periodically to reassure her that you were still there. And then again, when she went to get her picture taken. The media had a field day at the sight of you with Scarlett, dressed in old baggy clothes. However, you didn’t care at all. The only thing important to you was Scarlett.

The only time you let go of her hand was when an attendant needed her to return to her seat. You smiled at her comfortingly, “I’ll be back in a bit, love. I need to change into more appropriate clothes for tonight. I’ll meet you back at the seats.” Scarlett nodded before walking away, finally understanding the empty seat next to Lorelai when she saw she had moved down one spot. 

“You sly bitch,” Scarlett whispered to her. Lorelai simply smiled before turning back to Cinematography clips. 

Soon, Scarlett grew restless wondering where you were. As if you knew about her worries, you immediately appeared beside her, taking a seat next to her, dressed up like everyone else. You were wearing a black mermaid dress with no straps and shimmers decorated the fabric of the dress. Your hair was released from its messy bun and lay to rest on your shoulders. Your makeup around your eyes was dark but simple, just a bit more eyeliner on your waterline.

Scarlett’s incessant staring started to make you nervous and self conscious. “What? Do I look weird?”

“How is it possible that in only a couple minutes you can look so gorgeous while it takes me hours to look like this.” she gestured at herself.

“You look absolutely amazing,”

“You really think so?”

“Definitely,” 

“Even if I probably had snot and tears running down my face earlier?”

“To me, you looked like an angel.”

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Everyone began clapping again as Rami Malik walked up onto the stage. “It is truly an honor and privilege to be here celebrating the transformative performances as displayed by these five nominees; they're powerful, profound, and indelibly etched in our history and in our hearts.” You smiled excitedly at Scarlett when you saw her picture from Marriage Story show up on the big screen. Your jaw dropped when you saw your performance for ‘Palm Springs’ appear on stage. “Here are the nominees for performance by an actress in a leading role. Cynthia Erivo, Harriet. Scarlett Johansson, Marriage Story.” You cheered loudly. “Saoirse Ronan, Little Women. Charlize Theron, Bombshell. Y/N L/N, Palm Springs.” This time, it was Scarlett who was cheering loudly for you, as you smiled shyly.

“And the Oscar goes to…… Y/N L/N.” Standing up, you had tears in your eyes as you gave everyone a hug. Scarlett gave you a quick kiss before you walked up onto the stage. “Congratulations,” Rami said, when he hugged you.

“Thank you,” you smiled as he handed you your award. Walking up to the microphone, you looked out into the crowd. 

“I don’t know if any of you saw it earlier but I literally just arrived…” you laughed lightly, “Um wow… I did not know that I would be winning an Oscar tonight, or else I would’ve been more prepared. Truth be told, I was only really here to support my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. I had no idea that I would be winning something too. So, I’ll make this quick, I just want to thank Max Barbakow who even gave me the chance to audition for the part of Sarah. I also want to thank the amazing cast and crew, without you here then there wouldn’t be a movie to make and I am so grateful for all of you. And finally, I want to thank my incredible girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. If it weren’t for you then I would’ve never even thought about taking this role. You have guided me and supported me through this entire project and I can’t thank you enough. I love you so much more than you’ll ever know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have about 7 hours left here before I have to fly off to the next destination on my tour. Congrats to all the nominees and the winners tonight!” 

Speedily, you walked across the stage and out the back to get your name engraved. You stopped for a couple pictures before you returned back inside. You came back in just as they announced the last winner for Best Motion Picture. The event soon came to a close.

You grinned along with Scarlett as everyone around you congratulated the two of you. Florence even came to tackle you into a hug. After arranging a date to hang out together again, you and Scarlett headed through the back where Lorelai and her driver were already waiting for you inside the car. 

You opened the door for her, letting her in first. On the way back to the hotel, the two of you were sitting as close as you could with your seatbelts on. Your arm over Scarlett’s shoulder while she kept her face buried in your neck, trying to memorize your smell. The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about nothing and everything.

THE END

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[fangirl-paba]

Series finale Interviews huh?

God I’m gonna miss them so much. My comfort show, my comfort couple. My most favourite soulmates.

I’m gonna miss Ronen and Rafa talk about Tarlos, being the best people who truly understood their characters, added more depth whenever they can and had exploding chemistry!

They truly deserve many more seasons and the network did them dirty I’ll never stop saying that!

forever glad that I found Tarlos. 🥹❤️

[moxanji-real]

Hi ! So sorry to bother you , but I ended up finishing a little Moxanji drawing I’ve been working on and I thought I’d send it here now since I’ll need to head out in a bit :

Here it is ! I kinda imagined it as a sticker of sorts , but it’s extremely chibi and simplified , plus I’m terrible when it comes to drawing hair … hopefully it didn’t come out too bad ! ;C;👍

I just felt like making this little gift for your lovely ship since you’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met here on Tumblr : you’re an amazing person , and Sanji definitely loves you just as much as you love him :D ❣️❣️

Thank you for bringing so much kindness and positivity in the self shipping community , hope you have a wonderful day/night ^^ ❤️

OH MY GOSH… I’m seriously gonna cry… you gave me this at the perfect time when I wasn’t feeling my best and it just… it means everything to me!!! 🥹🩷 I’m tearing up just thinking about it aaaa. It makes me feel so loved and seen when people draw my self ships! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for drawing me with my sweet, sweet Sanji. I love him so so SO much it hurts!! He looks so calm and gentle and tiny here and the fact that he’s holding my hand!? I could explode from love. I’m gonna stare at this forever.😭💕

Also… thank you for calling me a nice person. I’ve been struggling lately with feeling like I’m annoying or like people secretly don’t like me, so hearing that really touched my heart. I try so hard to be kind and supportive to others because I genuinely love seeing people happy with their self ships. Everyone deserves that love. And I want to be that person who cheers them on.

So seriously… thank you again. I hope your day or night is full of peace and love and joy. All your F/Os love you so much and I hope you know that!! 😭💞💖🫶🏻