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[anemone-ships]

!!!!! my little guy is coming home 🥹🥹

[dailydoseoffanfics]

Changed my pfp n background asfryhdf

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[taruruchi]

Pov you're trying to study but your history notes look like this

[rorydrawsandwrites]

Um

[lovelyhan]

i finally bought a caratbong 🥹

[miupow]

hi i just came from a reblog of your hot take on interacting and tbh i wanna agree so bad as a writer and a reader but it lowk makes me sound insensitive idk how to put it 😭😭 just letting u know i agree ur brain is huge

hehe ty <3

[greeneyezblackheart]

Hey, sis! It's been a hot minute since we've talked. I hope you're doing well! 💛

So, I heard an interesting theory regarding 14 Years // GNR on a podcast episode today. Maybe you've heard it, but I never had before. I'd love your thoughts on it.

Do you think it's possible that 14 Years is about Axl, as opposed to a girlfriend of Izzy's? "14 Years..." Axl and Izzy met in high school, and if this was around 1991, it would be about that long ago. These lyrics are particularly interesting: "These last four years of madness sure put me straight..." (1987-1991: four years). If that happens to be true, that's lowkey amusing that Axl helped sing a song about himself, lol.

(Btw, if anybody sees this and thinks it's controversial or whatever: I didn't come up with this; I heard it from somewhere else, and I'm just interested to get a second opinion on it.)

What do you think? 🤔

I’ve always thought it was mainly about Axl’s and Izzy’s relationship (or maybe that’s what I wanted it to be about in my very imaginative mind). I know it’s written in part by both of them; I heard they both had stuff written and they put what they both had together and made one song out of it. I feel like the lyrics could definitely be about either Izzy OR Axl. I did hear that some of it was written by Izzy about a chick too.

But then again…I just listened to it…some of the lyrics referring to 14 years COULD have been Axl referring to his childhood…

Ya know…I really don’t know actually. There are parts of it that sound like lyrics Izzy could’ve written about Axl too. At that point in time, they’d definitely known each other for fourteen years. That’s the duration of their friendship to that point, if they met in high school.

Then 1987-1991…the part that goes ‘the last four years of madness sure put me straight’ could be referring to these years, the years since GNR became huge. If Axl wrote that about himself, it could be in reference to Izzy somehow. I feel like their ‘friendship’ was a tumultuous one. Or Izzy could’ve written that about Axl…it’s a puzzle, isn’t it?

I need books written by both Axl and Izzy. The silence needs to be broken lol. I have a feeling neither one of them will write a word until the other of them is dead and gone tho.

If anybody wants to weigh in on this topic, feel free.

[verstappen-cult]

# PINING IN ANTICIPATION | MV1

Neither you nor Max know how it started but it made you feel better and that was enough for him.

Pairings: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader. Content Warnings: +18, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, a lot of feelings, hurt/comfort.

Gwen’s radio message. . . 💬 : okay, so, this was gonna be a porn without plot kinda drabble but this thing came out instead. please don’t expect anything fancy because i really suck at writing smut.

Max opens the door before you could even start to question yourself.

He’s surprised to see you knocking on his door at two in the morning. You start to regret coming to him when you see him rub the sleep from his eyes. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You look down, choking on a sob. “Hey, hey, what happened?”

Max is by your side in a second, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you inside his apartment. He doesn’t let you go until you’re sitting comfortable on the couch, tucking your legs beneath you. 

“Did something happen?” 

“Had an awful fight with mom,” You fidget with your fingers, the corners of your eyes already filled with tears. “she said really mean things.”

Max reaches out and grabs your hand, thumb caressing the inside of your wrist. It’s not the first time something like this has happened, he’s very familiar with the relationship you have with your mother because it is pretty much the same relationship he has with his father. Actually, when you first met, you bonded over the awful parents and experiences you had as kids. 

“Couldn’t stay home alone.” You say, shyly. “I’m sorry for coming at this hour.”

“Don’t worry about that.” 

The silence stretches between you two. Max looks carefully as you get lost inside your head, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. He can almost hear your thoughts. He knows what you need, the only thing that makes you feel better and gets you out of your head. 

Max doesn’t know exactly how it happened. One moment you’re in the brink of an anxiety attack and then, in the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on his cock, face buried into the side of his neck as he rubbed your back up and down.

It wasn’t sex because you didn't kiss, there wasn’t some awfully awkward dirty talk and neither of you came at the end — well, not that you know. If Max had to lock himself in the bathroom after you fell asleep because he was still so painfully hard, it’s definitely not something you need to know; he still feels disgusting and will take that secret to the grave. 

You didn’t talk to each other for at least two weeks after that. Max wanted to reach out but you were ignoring him, and he wanted to give you space to sort your head out. And when one day you sat down next to him and started to apologize and ramble about not wanting to lose him because he’s just so important in your life, Max was finally able to relax because you were fine. Everything was fine. 

You had a long conversation. And it was that day when Max learnt that what you did was called cockwarning and it was actually something people do to feel better. For you, it was about feeling physically as well as emotionally close with the other person, so, that is why it was so easy for you to do it with Max, you felt safe and you trust him. You also explain to him how, when things are just too much, feeling that deep pressure inside of you as well as the warmth emanating from a body under yours is, somehow, enough to stop your mind from reeling with questions, and feelings, and emotions. 

Max actually googled it. He opened an incognito tab and typed the words. He doesn’t know how much time he spent reading about experiences and actual studies about something that he had never heard of before. But it was like you said—many people do it because they feel safe that way, others because they don't want to think and it’s the only way they can relax and go into something called sub-space — Max didn’t do research on that because it was too much information and he just couldn’t handle it — while others do it just because they like it, no real meaning behind. 

You promised it wouldn’t happen again.

And, well, you should’ve known better. 

After the second time, you came to an agreement. Max would help you because he’s that good of a friend and cares about you. And because he didn’t want you to be looking for somebody else who could help you if you already felt safe with him. 

He never found it weird, and you appreciate that. 

So, now everytime you feel overwhelmed and can’t get out of your head on your own, Max is there to help you. Even if all you want is to just sit on somebody’s cock and pass the time, relax. He doesn’t care. 

It’s good that after the second time he was able to gain some control and not embarrass himself and you in the process. Max still feels like, one way or another, he’s taking advantage of you and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve had to assure him that it is not like that and if you ever feel uncomfortable you will tell him. 

“Y/N?” He rubs the palm of your hand but you don’t look at him. You don’t react, not when he lets go of your hand and kneels in front of you and not even when he cups your cheek with his hands. “Hey, Y/N, I need you to get out of that pretty head of yours. Could you do that for me?” Max sighs in relief when he finally sees your gaze focusing on his face after what feels like hours. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The corners of your mouth go up to form a sad smile. 

“You need my help?” Max asks, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. You nod, but that isn't enough. “You know we don’t work like that. I need words.”

It’s not the first time that the way he speaks to you sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve just become pretty good at ignoring it. 

“Yes,” You breathe out, closing your eyes to center yourself and stop the whine threatening to leave your lips. “I need you.” 

“Good,” He almost says Good girl, but holds his tongue. “You want to go to the bedroom?”

You shake your head. You don’t feel strong enough to walk there. “No, it’s okay. We can do it here.” You say in a small voice. “I’m really sorry for coming. “I’m fine, okay? I just need to relax an—”

“Hey, don’t, okay? I told you to come to me when you needed me. Night or day.” He reassures you, but you still feel like crying. “You think you can wait for me? I need to go get something.”

“No! Wha—why?”

Max tries not to laugh but you’re pouting and he finds it cute. “I need to get the lube,” Your pupils are wide and a faint bush covers your cheeks, because he doesn’t finger you to help make things easier, even though he has said he’s okay with it, you’re not. “I’ll be back in a second.” He leans to leave a kiss on your forehead before dissapearing.

You hide your face in your hands, breathing in and breathing out just like your therapist taught you. Only when you feel like you won’t pass out, you decide to speed things up by removing your jeans. 

You don’t like feeling like this. It’s almost comical that after all this time, knowing how your mother is and how always will be, she still has so much power over you. A few mean words and you are ten years old again. You can’t hate her, she’s your mother after all, but you’ve tried, only God knows how much you’ve tried to hate her and not come back running back to her when she tells you some nice things. It’s a vicious cycle that not even with therapy you’ve been able to stop.

When Max comes back he finds you sitting on the couch only in your underwear. You avoid making eye contact, feeling a little embarrassed for not wearing your cute lingerie. You chastise yourself for going there because this is not about sex, and it’s definitely not the first time that Max has seen you like this. 

When you look up, he’s already watching you. “You okay?” You nod, not trusting your voice. 

You break eye contact when Max moves his hands toward the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“You need help?” 

You see Max smiling from the corner of your eyes. “No, I already took care of that.”

Max is quick to shove his sweatpants down his thighs and join you on the couch. He pats his thighs and opens his arms for you, and you’re immediately moving to straddle his lap. You steady yourself grabbing Max’s shoulders, hovering over his lap and looking up to the ceiling as he busies himself opening the lube and dripping some over his cock. 

Your heart skips several beats as you look down to find him stroking himself to spread the lube. You’ve seen him do the same thing at least four times but you still feel like passing out every time you see his big and skilled hand move. Not for the first time you let yourself wonder how would his fingers feel inside of you. 

Max grabs your waist with one hand and uses the other to run the tip of his cock through your folds. You close your eyes and stop breathing as he, finally and slowly, sinks into you. You bite your lips trying to get used to the stretch, Max rubs circles on your lower back as he lets you adjust. You’ve done this quite a few times but you’re still not used to it. 

“You can—” You sigh, opening your eyes but Max is not looking at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He focuses his attention back on you, and smiles. You try to smile but your expression changes when you move all the way down, a whimper leaving your lips at finally having his cock buried deep inside of you. 

Max groans, grabbing your waist with more force than normal before letting go and, instead, grabbing the cushions by his sides. 

You lose the grip and wrap your arms around his neck, immediately resting your head on his shoulder and relaxing against his body. “Thank you.”

Max makes a weird noise, but you feel him nod. He lifts his hands and places them on your waist, fingers already caressing your back, sides and neck. 

Max turns his head just enough to be able to leave a kiss on your cheek before going back to his initial position. He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, choosing to put on some comedy film as a background. 

The only thing you can feel and think about is his cock inside of you, making you feel so full, and the warmth emanating from his body, grounding you and, at the same time, making you feel like you’re floating around. There are no bad thoughts, you’re not thinking about the fight you had with your mom anymore. 

You’re not actually too lost inside your head, the walk to Max apartment helped you clear your mind a bit. You’re still a little shocked by the words and things your mother did, definitely, but once you reached Max building, you were feeling a lot better. If you ended up coming up anyway, well, Max offered to let you sit on his cock overwhelmed or not and you wouldn’t let that offer pass. You don’t know how much time you have together because one of these days Max can find a girlfriend and you will have to go out and look for somebody as understanding as your friend. 

The mere thought of Max with another girl makes you want to throw up. So, you shut your thoughts off. 

You don’t know how much time passes, but your legs start to feel numb and your back hurts, so you shift your weight which makes Max whine, cock twitching inside of you. 

“Sorry.” You whisper, stopping your movements. 

“No, it’s—just,” Max closes his eyes tightly, and you can see a drop of sweat slipping down his forehead. “You just—” He groans, unable to say what he so badly wants. 

You move from your place on his shoulder, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing,” Max’s voice is hoarse and the smiles he gives you don't reach his eyes. “Just—lie back down, come on.” He pats your back but you don’t move. 

“Max, tell me.” He shakes his head, dropping his head on your shoulder. “Max, it’s me.”

He sighs, straightening up. His sudden movement makes you both moan. 

“It’s just that,” He takes a deep breath and looks you straight in the eye. “You feel really good.”

His confession makes you want to close your legs which, for obvious reasons, you can’t. You feel your face burning but try to play it cool, like his words didn't have an effect on you. 

“Well, I mean, your cock is inside of me,” 

Max's laugh is strained. “Yeah… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of this. If you want we can stop and I—”

“Max,” You cup his jaw, feeling the stubble under your palm. “I’m good.”

Max closes his eyes again, this time letting his head fall backwards against the couch. “You know the first time we did this,” He swallows, and you’re mesmerized by the way his Adam's apple bobs. How would it feel to kiss it? “I, God I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud.”

“Max, come on. Just say it.” You let your fingers fall from his jaw all the way to his neck, just above his Adam’s apple. You can feel under your fingertips how it moves when he swallows again. 

“You will think I’m a perv,” He opens one eye, when you smile reassuringly he opens both. “Please don’t think I’m some kind of pervert but… I had to lock myself in the bathroom to,” He shrugs, doing the movement with his fist. 

“What?” You tilt your head. 

“To jerk off!” He says, frustrated. One of his hands leaves your waist to put it over his eyes.

You blink at Max. 

He looks back at you between his fingers.

His confession makes you feel that something you’ve been trying to ignore ever since that first night. 

“That is totally normal.” You don’t want him to feel bad, so reassuring him that it’s okay is actually the only thing you can do. “As I said, you’re buried inside of me, if you didn’t feel anything then that’s a problem.”

Max sounds a little more relaxed when he laughs again. 

But then there’s silence and eye contact. The only sound in the room coming from the TV and your heavy breathing. 

You feel that shiver running down your spine again, desire pooling in the pit of your stomach. 

“I’m sorry, I’m making this all awkward.”

“No, no. It’s good.”

Max raises his eyebrows in question. 

You decide not to answer with words. Instead, you shift your hips, Max cock impossible deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” Max groans, closing his eyes tightly. His hands grab the cushion by his sides again but you want those hands on your waist, your breasts, all over your body. 

“Max,” You whine, grabbing at his shoulder and feeling how tense he is. 

“It’s okay,” He breathes in and out, just like you were doing not so long ago. “it’s okay. I’m sorry.”

You frown, “Max.” You try calling his name again, when he opens his eyes you can see how much his eyes have darkened.  

Max sucks in a sharp breath when you steady yourself by grabbing his shoulders to lift yourself up, pulling almost all the way out and letting yourself fall back down. Max’s moan is obscene. 

“I’m sorry, sorry, oh God, I’m sorry,” You babble, hiding behind your hands. What the fuck are you doing? “I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey,” He calls your attention, taking your hands and pulling them away from your face. Max cups your jaw guiding your face to look at him. “You want this? I need you to tell me because,” Max gaze falls to your mouth and he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his finger. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

You nod, but then remember that he likes to hear you. “Yes,” That’s all Max need because he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, almost hugging you, and lifting you to pull out and then fuck back in. It nearly leaves you breathless. 

You gasp, grabbing onto him for dear life. It’s inevitable for you to look down and watch how his cock pulls out and then back inside, stretching you so good. 

“Look at me,” Max says, grinding his cock deep inside of you. And you have no choice but to look back up at him. The expression of pure pleasure on his face makes you clench around him, which takes another obscene moan out of him. 

He feels so good. 

You want to tell him how good he feels. How good he’s fucking you but you’re only capable of incoherent sounds, moans and whimpers. 

“Max,” You choke on a moan. One hand leaves your waist and slips under your shirt to pinch at one of your nipples. You actually have to put a hand over your mouth to avoid screaming. 

“I want to hear you. Please, let me hear you.” Max practically begs and how could you deny him that? The next time he does it, you let him hear you. And probably the whole building too. “Good girl.” Your cunt squeezes him tightly as he rolls his hips into yours. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my good girl?”

“Yes, yes,” If you had the strength you would be bouncing on his cock, but you can barely hold onto him as he fucks you nice and hard. “Max, Max.” His name falls like a mantra from your lips. The squelching sound of him pounding into you, mixed with the moans and groans fills the air around you. 

“You feel so good— fuck, so fucking tight.” Max groans into your ear. His thrusts are deep and rough, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and nails dig into his skin, knowing you’ll leave marks that will last days. 

Max leans closer and licks a stripe of sweat from your neck and, somehow, is enough to make you hit your peak. You walls clench around him, like you’re actually trying to suck the life out of him.

“Max, Max I’m so close,” At this point you don’t even know if you’re whispering or screaming, but Max hears you either way.

Max expertly finds your clit and, right on cue, your orgasm comes crashing upon you, warmth washing all over your body as Max keeps on fucking you, searching for his own release. 

“That’s my girl,” Max breathes out, movements faltering. “I’m gonna come, fuck, gonna come inside of you.” Max feels his orgasm like he’s experiencing it for the very first time, like he was waiting for this moment his whole life. And he probably was, really. 

Max squeezes his eyes shut, hips stuttering and your name falling from his lips as he spills inside of you. Your whole body gives up. You’re glad Max is there to hold you close to his body. He pants in your neck, both of you trying to catch your breath and thinking about what the hell has just happened? 

“Did so good for me, sweetheart.” He whispers, leaving a kiss behind your ear. He doesn’t move more than to settle against the cushions with you on top of him and his cock still buried inside of you. And you feel so dizzy and stuffed full of his cum that the only rational thing you think about doing is to lift your head and kiss him. 

Max whines into the kiss. He doesn’t care that the kiss is messy because you can’t coordinate and are so tired you feel your body going limp, but he lets you kiss him until you need to catch your breath. 

He smiles softly at you. “That was good, uh? I bet you don’t even remember why you came here in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up!” Max likes making you blush, so he won’t ever shut up. 

“You know,” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, fingers lingering on your neck. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I always wanted to—“ He sighs, and you lean into his touch. Max feels like his heart is about to explode. “I didn’t think I could ever have a chance with you.” 

“What are you talking about?” You squeak because surely he doesn’t mean what he’s saying. Because that would mean— 

“I’m saying that you are,” He kisses your cheek. “the most,” Now, he places a kiss on your chin. “beautiful, and smart, and sexy,” Max leaves kisses all over your face. “girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” Finally, his lips find yours, but it’s quick and not enough. You want to keep kissing him for the rest of your life. 

“Max,” You whisper, tears in the corners of your eyes. “You—I,” You groan, letting your head fall against his forehead. “You know I’ve been crazy for you my whole life, right?” 

“No, that I did not know.” He’s teasing you, you hear it in his voice. “Well, maybe I had my suspicions.” 

“Max! You never say anything?” A thought crosses your mind and you feel mortified. “I feel like I took advantage of you now.” 

“What did you say to me? You would’ve told me if you weren’t comfortable. And I would’ve done the same thing.” You pout and Max can’t help but think, again, that you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. “When all of this cockwarming thing happened, I thought it was the only way I could be close to you. And I was helping you in the process, so I was more than happy with being just that.” 

“I didn’t keep coming back to you because of my feelings,” You start saying, playing with the collar of his shirt. “but because I’ve always felt safe with you. I knew—I know I can trust you. I mean, that became clear when you offered to let me sit on your cock the first time.” 

“I did not do that!” 

“You totally did!” You laugh with your whole body because you’re that happy. But that makes you shift your hips which makes you wince at feeling Max softening cock still inside of you. 

“You good? It wasn’t… too much?” He sounds insecure, you see it on his face too. It’s cute.

“It was pretty good, Max. If not I wouldn’t have let you fuck me.” Max rolls his eyes, chuckling, and you rest your head on his shoulder one more time.

“You want me to pull out?”

“No, just—hold me, okay?” Max makes a pleasing sound, lips finding your temple. 

“Always.”

[gotta-winwin]

heat of july | b.sk

⭐ starring: boo seungkwan  💌 genre: comfort, fluff | wc: 1.6k 💬 preview: He loved everything about the countryside equally, except for you. He loved you much more than he loved anything else. 

cw/tw: small town romance, tangerine farmer!seungkwan with a love of poetry, loosely adapted from when life gives you tangerines, ex!vernon

🪽fic rating: pg  ☁️ masterlist & a/n: a little abstract, but as tiya (@gyubakeries ) put it: the simplicity of it made it feel more raw. at least, i hope. thank you so much for betaing and calming my fears, my love <3

now playing: forever by noah kahan 

this is an addition to my 500 followers event: click here to read the masterlist!

There was something tortuous about the heat of July. 

Seungkwan couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but the scorch of the sun beating down his back as he tended to his tangerine farms made him feel like dying. Or giving up. Uprooting his life and moving to the big city like all his friends had. 

But there was just something about the tender craft of growing fruit and the feel of the countryside that Seungkwan loved. How his own hands could bring life into something and make it grow strong. How everyone seemed to know one another in this small corner of the world. Seungkwan romanticized the shit out of his hometown and he enjoyed the cinematic feel it gave him. 

He wrote verse upon verse of poetry dedicated to everything around him. The ocean breeze that always carried a hint of salt. His baby tangerines trees reaching for the sun. His rickety old rocking chair. His lover’s hair glinting in the afternoon light as she leaned against the porch railing. 

He loved everything about the countryside equally, except for you. He loved you much more than he loved anything else. 

You came to Seungkwan in a teal colored van, decorated with colorful bumper stickers, marks of rust and a fist-sized dent on the fender. 

“Hey, neighbour!” You had smiled at him as he stared at you, open-mouthed at the scene in front of him. It had been clear to him that you were from the city. “I love the farming aesthetic you’ve got here.” You wave a hand at his field and the tangerine saplings Seungkwan had planted with care, row by row. 

“Thanks.” He had replied dumbly, watching as you unloaded equally colorful suitcases from the trunk of your car. He walks down to assist and the smile on your face grows brighter. 

Seungkwan listens to you ramble on about your road trip from the big city to his hometown, and he could already hear himself composing his next poem. He didn’t have the verses just yet, but he knew it’d be something about the sun, and you. How your smile felt warmer on his face than any sun in the midst of July. 

You spent most of your time in the kitchen because of two things: the window sitting above the sinks face the sunrise and the window opposite those had a perfect view of Seungkwan’s tangerine farm. 

You saw him singing to his crops, now tall enough to reach his knees. They’ve sprouted baby leaves along the thin branches, and Seungkwan tended to them with care and gentleness. You watched him baby each plant like his own child. 

Occasionally, he’d glance up and catch you staring. A teasing smile would cross his face and he’d tip his hat in your direction. 

“You’re a great singer, Mr. Boo.” You’d tell him one afternoon in June, leaning out your window with your hair in the breeze. 

“Any song requests, ma’am?” A speck of dust on his left cheek catched your attention as he stood up to greet you. He gestured to his growing trees. “Good tunes always make them grow faster and stronger.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “And is that scientifically proven?” 

“Nah.” He smiled, eyes glancing down at his plants as if to share an inside joke with them. “It just does.” 

“Alright, then.” You played along. “Sing me something you think I’d like.” 

Seungkwan fixes you with a longing stare. “Alright, ma’am.” He hums a tune and although you can’t catch the exact lyrics, his voice flows through your ears like orange juice and honey. 

You watched him continue his work. You fall in love. 

Seungkwan likes how you seem to glow with the setting sun behind you. You’re both sprawled out on the picnic blanket in the middle of his tangerine grove, now taller than both of you but still thin and empty of fruit.

Seungkwan tells you it takes about 4-5 years for a tangerine tree to bear fruit. You tell him you’re patient enough for the wait. 

It’s silent as you stare at the lowering horizon and Seungkwan stares at you. 

“You give nice silence.” He mumbles against your ear, pulling you closer to his chest. 

You laugh, and it reverberates through his lungs. “Thank you. You do too.” 

He basks in your presence and the tangerine trees bloom around the two of you. Seungkwan falls in love. “Y/N.” 

You hum. “Yes?” 

“I think you should move in with me.” 

“You think?” 

Seungkwan laughs at your quip, kissing your forehead and nodding. “Yes. Move in with me.” 

“Okay.” 

Both of you ignore the fact that his question sounded more like a marriage proposal than a casual thing. Both of you knew this wasn’t one bit casual at all. 

The tangerines trees are high enough to cover the sun by the time another car rolls up on you and Seungkwan’s shared driveway. 

You know who it is before they step out of the driver’s seat. There’s an unmistakable bumper sticker that is the missing piece of the one still sitting on your car. 

“I’ll be right back.” You promise Seungkwan. You trust him enough to know he won’t hold it against you.

“I’ll be out in the field.” Seungkwan presses a kiss worth a thousand words against your lips and gets up to grab his farmer’s hat. He trusts you enough to let you go. 

He knows you’d be back. He just knows. 

“Vernon. Hi.” You step out of your shared house and greet your past lover on the wrap around porch. 

Vernon looks the same as he did three years ago. “Hey. Please come home.” He cuts straight to the chase and you appreciate him for it. 

“I can’t.”

Vernon scoffs. “Do not tell me you’re actually happy here. You hate the countryside– all the dirt and grime and labour. The distance from society. You only left because I pissed you off.” 

He was right. You had hated all those things, but it felt like a previous life now. “My fiance doesn’t let me touch the dirt, or the grime. He doesn’t make me do the labour. And the distance from society is not that bad when everyone you love also lives in the countryside.” 

You pretend you don’t see the color drain from Vernon’s face. 

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, because a bit of you is. “I like my life here.” 

“And what about what we had? You liked your life then too.” 

“I left and it took you three years to come looking for me.” You counter, and he grows quiet. 

“I’m sorry. Come back home, please.” 

You think about it for a second. You allow yourself to imagine what it’d be like going back to a life with your corporate job, cooking dinner every night, waiting for Vernon to come home from his busking gig with his friends. “I can’t–” You pause, and you voice out what you really want to say. “I don’t want to.” 

You watch Vernon get back into his car and drive off. You watch until you can no longer see his confused face in the rearview mirror. You know he used to love you like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like breathing. Yet you turn and you run to your lover. 

You find him surrounded by his tangerine trees, his hands in his pockets as he mumbles the next verse of whatever poem he was currently working on in his head. And in that moment, you knew you were always meant to love a poet. Be loved by one. 

He turns and you throw yourself at him. 

Seungkwan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Hey there, pretty.” He kisses your ear as your arms wrap around him. He doesn’t speak about Vernon, but he knows. 

“I love you.” You say it because you need him to hear it. To know. 

“I know. I love you too.” 

He whispers the next line of poetry into your ear and you know you made the right choice. Seungkwan loves you like doing so was his vocation. And first loves were powerful, yes– Vernon had been your all and that vulnerability could never be replaced, yet, there was something damning about soulmates. Seungkwan sliced into your life like water, and that was a connection first love could never break.

The tangerine trees are in full bloom and yielding fruit as your four year anniversary of moving to the countryside rolls around. 

Seungkwan thanks whatever God is listening for bringing you into his life as he lays beside you, ears in tune with the rise and fall of your breath. He soaks it all in: the birds chirping outside, the warmth of your arm pressed against his, the faint twinge of tangerine still lingering on your lips. 

You look, decidedly, his. 

“You’re staring.” You comment, eyes opening to meet his. 

He hums, tracing drawings on your stomach languidly. “Just admiring.” 

You turn to look out the window, at the tangerine trees in full bloom. “Your grove was just a plot of dirt when we first met.” 

Seungkwan remembers. “It’s not just dirt anymore, is it?” 

“What was it that you told me?” You reach a hand to tousle his growing hair. “Love is for the hardworking, the tired and the calloused hands.” You open Seungkwan’s palms to face the air, admiring the rough hands of your farmer. “And that tangerine trees grow with love, patience and song.” 

Seungkwan nods. “I did say that.” 

“Forever a poet.” You muse. 

“I wasn’t really talking about tangerine trees, though.” Seungkwan smiles at your confused expression. “Relationships grow with love, patience and song too.” 

You knew then, you’d grow old and happy by the countryside, in the arms of your lover and surrounded by tangerines. For there is beauty in the simple things, and with Seungkwan, you could want nothing more. 

[anemone-ships]

hello silly selfshippers in my phone!!! 👋👋

recently i've been in an exam hell/bad mental health period, which is why i haven't been so active!! at times it's been hard to think of f/o comfort, but i know that mi.ke is with me and cheering me on through it all no matter what 🥹

how have you all been? feel free to reply, reblog or send me an ask about anything you like! it'd be really nice to hear from you if you see this post, even if we haven't spoken before/yet!! 💛

^ he is enthralled by my post /silly

[widowbitessting]

Imagine...💬📱 ~ nsfw...18+ ~

Words: 1587

Pairing: Dom!Natasha Romanoff x Sub!Reader

💋💋💋

You wake up in your apartment at the ass crack of dawn and automatically reach for your cell to see if the Trio! have messaged.

Much to your luck - and because they're so infatuated with you, with added different time zones - they have.

Wanda is rambling about how different the water tastes where she is.

Carol is complaining about her bed being too uncomfortable.

Natasha is currently complaining about not being able to sleep, despite it being midnight where she is.

Her typing bubble stops when she sees you replying to her.

Natty: Dare I ask why you're up, little one?

Y/N: I gotta pee...dare I ask why you're up...little one?

Natty: Wow someone's woken up and chosen violence, huh?

Y/N: You just bring out my inner brat, what can I say?

Natty: You're lucky I'm thousands of miles away, little girl. Or I'd have my hand around your throat so fucking fast.

Y/N: What a shame you can't, eh? What. A. Shame.

Natty: You really have woken up in a mood.

Natty: And to answer your question, my little thing, Daddy can't sleep. I miss my girl too much.

The bratty reply you would have typed out would be instantly deleted.

Y/N: Oh...

Y/N: I miss you too. So much.

Y/N: Plus the fact you're all in different hotels is stupid. You run the company! You're the bosses...make them give you the same room in the same stupid hotel. God.

Natty: Still grumpy about that baby girl?

Y/N: Yeah!

Natty: Even though we’re all based in different cities?

Y/N: …well yeah surely there’s a hotel that’s in the vicinity of all the places you gotta go for your job…

Natty: Baby girl; Wanda and Carol are about two hours from me.

Y/N: Well that’s just stupid.

Natty: That’s just our work, baby girl. Sometimes it means being apart from each other.

Y/N: I still don’t fully understand what your job is…

Natty: I’ll explain when we’re back sweetheart. You should get some more sleep.

Y/N: But…

Natty: No buts. No excuses. Sleep.

Y/N: Technically you should get some sleep too…

Natty: I will eventually. I’m just not tired enough just yet.

Y/N: If I was there I could tire you out plenty.

Natty: Oh is that so, baby girl? How would you plan on doing that?

Of course you're a blushing mess by this point.

Y/N: I...doing stuff. Stuffy stuff, y'know?

Natty: What sort of stuff? I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, baby.

Y/N: Yes you do.

Natty: I'm afraid I don't, what sort of stuff? Sleep? Cuddle?

Y/N:...sex stuff...

Natty: There it is. Look at that, good girl. That wasn't so hard now was it, hmm?

Y/N: ...yes

Natty: What sort of sexual things, baby? Enlighten daddy.

Y/N: Depends on if you're packing or not...

Yep, you are 100% the same colour as Natasha's hair.

Natty: What if I am?

You beg your brain to function.

Y/N: Well...I'd crawl over to you

Natty: I do like it when you crawl.

Y/N: I know you do...I'd crawl over to you in the bed and pull the covers down.

Natty: Go on.

Y/N: And I'd settle my body on top of yours and kiss you

Natty: I do miss your lips...

Y/N: And as we kiss, I'd grind my hips down onto your...um...

Natty: Say it baby. Say the word for daddy.

Y/N: ...cock...

Natty: God you're so good for me, my sweet little play thing. I bet you're blushing so much right now.

Y/N: Maybe...😳

Y/N: Do - do I carry on?

Natty: Yes please baby. Only if you want to, of course.

"Oh you have no idea."

Natty: I think you should go from grinding baby.

Y/N: Okay...so I'd grind my hips down onto your...your cock...and I'd um...

Natty is Calling

Your heart all but stops in your chest but you're quick to answer her call.

"Hello...?"

"Hi baby. You wanna grind on my dick hmm?"

You can't help but let out a very loud laugh as your shyness washes over you.

"Oh my sweet little fuck toy. Daddy asked you a question, hmm?"

"I, um - what?"

"Do you, or do you not, my perfect little cock sleeve, want to grind on my dick?"

"...yes..."

"Yes what, baby girl?"

"Daddy."

You can feel Natasha's smirk and it does nothing to calm your burning face.

"And now in a full sentence."

"Yes....daddy, I do."

"Oh such a good girl." She says. "Let your hands wander for me, sweet thing. Trail your fingers over your breasts..."

Sticking Natasha on speakerphone, you put your cell on the pillow besides your head and quickly do as you're told; lifting your shirt to reveal your chest to the slightly chilled temperature of your bedroom.

You tentatively drag your fingers up the swell of your breasts, breath hitching when they graze your pert nipples.

"Pinch them, baby girl."

You squirm, clenching around nothing at the sheer sound of Natasha's voice.

"How did you know?" Your own voice is nothing more than a whisper.

"I know you. Pinch them."

You pinch your right nipple slightly too hard and a moan louder than you anticipated escapes past your lips.

Heart hammering in your chest, your eyes fly to your bedroom door, begging MJ to not come bursting through.

"Keep going, baby."

You do so again, this time trying your best to keep quiet as best you can but Natasha isn't having any of it.

"Don't you dare hold back; I want to hear every single moan you make."

"But MJ-"

"Let daddy hear those moans, baby girl, you're making me so fucking wet." Natasha lets out her own moan and you almost combust. "Touch your clit."

Your fingers wander under your waistband and glide over the area that has your breath hitching.

"There you go baby. Press down on it."

"Mhm."

"I bet you're soaking already baby."

"I can feel it on my thighs..." You let out a sigh.

"You're my needy little whore aren't you?"

"Yes daddy." Your eyes roll when you press down on your clit again, pleasure shooting through your veins. "Fuck I wish you were here, I need you."

"Want to know what I'd do baby? How I'd make you cum?" Natasha's voice sends waves of heat into you. You clench again, hips rolling against nothing. "Rub it, gorgeous girl. Just how you like it but nice and slow. Don't get too excited for daddy."

You use two damp fingers, pressing firmly against the nub that has you moaning again.

"Oh fuck!"

"I'd use my tongue, baby girl." Natasha purrs, "I'd swirl it around that gorgeous clit of yours and suck it into my mouth..."

"Yes..."

Natasha moans and fuck does that sound make your toes curl.

"I'd slurp everything you have to give me into my mouth and swallow it; baby, you have no idea how much we love the way you taste."

Your hands are shaking, wanting nothing more than to move your fingers faster, to get to that sweet peak sooner, but you're an obedient girl.

You do as you're told.

"And when I know you're desperate for my fingers, I'd push two of them into you -" Her voice is trembling, "and finger you so roughly I'd have you screaming in seconds."

That nearly has you falling apart.

"Finger yourself."

You do not have to be told twice, your own fingers sliding into yourself easily.

You hear Natasha moan.

"Get yourself off baby, imagine they're my fingers pounding into you and cum." She's breathless, working herself up to her own release at the same time you do.

You're quick to set a rhythm that your body loves, rubbing your clit whilst your fingers curl inside of you, moving them faster and faster until you can hear a squelching between your legs.

"Cum now, with me, or don't cum at all."

"Y-y-yes, oh fuck, daddy!"

"Daddy's cumming baby, oh yes, yes!"

Natasha falls apart first, her cry of ecstasy going slightly robotic due to the phone connection; but it doesn't stop you from cumming right behind her, a cry bubbling out of your throat as your orgasm floods through you.

You press down firmly on your clit, eliciting more pleasure until you physically can't take anymore and your body jerks with oversensitivity.

Removing your hands, you lie in your bed panting, a large smile on your face.

"I needed that."

"So did I, little one. Daddy has been very tense. Thank you for that." Natasha replies, "drink some water."

You do as you're told, wiping your fingers on the towel strew across your bedroom floor before picking up the bottle of water and taking 6 deep gulps.

You rub your eyes as you settle back into bed, nestling close to your phone as if it could somehow get you closer to Natasha.

You hear her yawn.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" she asks.

"I am, daddy. Are you?"

"Yes sweetie. Are you tired?"

"...little bit..." Your eyes are heavy, sleep once again calling your name.

"Close those eyes, baby, and let's meet in our dreams okay?" Her voice is no more than a whisper, Natasha too on the verge of sleep.

"...in our dreams, daddy..."

You sleep soundly with Natasha still on call, happy and content.

💋💋💋

[burreauxsss]

when i come home / epilogue

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)

synopsis: 3 years later, joe and y/n agree to co parent their son when she meets someone new.

word count: 1k

notes: felt iffy about dropping this part, but since i wanted to be forgiven, here we are.

warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series. not proofread at all.

Three years had passed since the betrayal. The heartbreak, the birth, the public fallout, it all felt like a different life. Y/N had grown in ways she never expected. Motherhood changed her, hardened some parts of her, softened others. What didn’t change was her commitment to her son, her anchor in a world that once felt like it was falling apart.

She and Joe had settled into a coparenting routine. Civil, stable, distant. Week on, week off a quiet custody rhythm that neither of them disturbed. For the most part, they kept it drama free. Joe showed up, did his part, and left. Y/N gave him no access to her personal life, and he didn’t ask.

Until now.

It was a crisp Friday afternoon. Joe had just picked up their son for his weekend when he noticed something different. The little boy was beaming, bright, animated, talking fast and excited like something big had happened.

“Daddy, Mommy’s new friend is so cool!” he shouted as he strapped himself into his car seat, his voice muffled around his snack.

Joe looked over, his hands pausing mid buckle. “New friend?”

“Yeah!” he chirped. “He plays baseball. Like real baseball. He let me try on his gloves. He brought Mommy flowers and then they were laughing and talking and I had ice cream before bedtime.”

Joe’s mouth tightened.

The drive was unusually silent. His son rambled on about baseball, dogs, ice cream, kid stuff , but all Joe could think about was one word echoing in his head baseball. MLB. Flowers.

He didn’t ask any more questions. He didn’t need to. Joe wasn’t stupid. Y/N was seeing someone.

And not just someone. A professional athlete. The kind who probably had money, time, and emotional availability. The kind Y/N always deserved. The kind Joe used to be, in her eyes, until he shattered everything.

Later that night, Joe sat on his couch scrolling through Instagram, his mind racing. He wasn’t even sure why he cared so much. He’d had other women in the past three years, nothing serious, nothing stable. He had his freedom. He had his weekends. He was the one who ruined what they had.

But seeing Y/N move on?

That hit differently.

Especially when he stumbled on a tagged post. Not Y/N’s, she’d learned her privacy lessons. But a random account. A restaurant tagged in the background. And there she was, laughing at a rooftop table, leaned in across from him, MLB’s hottest breakout star. He wore a fitted Braves cap and that effortlessly relaxed charm. His hand was resting near hers.

Joe’s heart sank.

Because for the first time in three years, it hit him: she was gone. Not just mad, not just healing she was gone. Moving forward. Building a new life. Introducing their son to someone else. Someone who hadn’t broken her.

He stared at the screen, jaw clenched, unsure what to do with the jealousy burning in his chest. It wasn’t that he wanted her back — or maybe it was. Maybe he never realized how badly he’d messed up until this very moment.

yn.handle

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yn.handle: healed.

username_1: whos the man in the last pic hm?

username_2: not another athlete yn have we NOT learned??

username_3: ja'marr liking this makes it so much sweeter that just because you and joe ended doesnt mean theres no bad blood.

yourbsf: spill to the class!! yn.handle: shh the shade room is watching.

username_4: zion is so cute!!

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3 days later

The Sunday air was heavy with tension.

Joe stood on his porch, their son’s tiny backpack in hand. He watched as Y/N’s black SUV pulled into the driveway, the tinted windows giving him no hint of her mood, her expression, or if he was with her.

The door opened. Just her.

Still, she stepped out looking effortlessly stunning, wearing high waisted jeans, a cropped Braves hoodie (that Joe knew wasn’t just merch), her curls tied into a bun, gold hoops catching the sunlight. Her nails were freshly done, her skin glowing. It annoyed him that she looked so… good.

“Hey, baby,” she smiled, squatting to her son’s level as he ran to her arms. She scooped him up easily, kissing his cheek as he showed her a little drawing he made over the weekend.

Joe watched the exchange, silent.

Y/N finally stood, adjusting her son on her hip. “Everything good?” she asked Joe, calm and collected.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “He ate, no issues. We had fun.”

“Glad to hear it,” she replied, her voice polite, cold, almost.

He hesitated. “So… Cameron’s really around like that now?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight. “Excuse me?”

“Our son mentioned him. Flowers, gloves, ice cream. Just wondering how serious that is.”

She let out a breathy laugh, not amused. “You serious right now?”

Joe didn’t say anything.

She tilted her head, voice still cool but biting. “You cheated on me while I was pregnant. During our baby shower, Joe. I found out during labor. You think you get to ask questions about my personal life now?”

Joe’s jaw tightened. “I just wanna know who’s around my son.”

“And I would never let someone into his life unless I was sure,” she snapped back. “That’s the difference between you and me.”

Joe said nothing. He knew she was right.

As she turned to leave, their son waved over her shoulder. “Bye Daddy!”

“Bye, little man,” Joe said softly, waving back heart sinking as the car door shut.

He watched them drive away, her taillights disappearing down the road, a strange ache crawling up his throat that he fumbled, real bad.

Since then, Joe stayed off social media mostly. But his group chats were ruthless. The memes. The edits. Even teammates jokingly asked if he was “good,” or if he’d fumbled his family.

At one point, a photo of Y/N's new man lifting Y/N’s son into the air at a Braves batting practice went viral.

Joe saw it. He stared at it for a long time.

And for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like an athlete. He didn’t feel like a man in control. He just felt… replaced.

But what stung the most?

The way his son looked in that picture safe, loved, laughing.

The way Y/N looked… finally free... free without his issues.

note: the end 🧐

[miumura]

YUJIN HAVING YOU AS A CHILDHOOD CRUSH!

( 제로베이스원 한유진 ) ﹕what it's like for yujin to have you as his childhood crush

𝓹airing yujin x childhood crush gn!reader ⟡ 𝓰enre pining (yujin) ∿ fluff ⟡ 𝔀arnings none in particular, yujin is just cute Realness!!!! wc ( 0.5-0.7k+ ) ⟡ 𝓼oph’s 𝓷otes ⟡ thank you so much for requesting !! i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed the writing process for yujin >3< !!

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who never knew what was it was to like someone romantically until the moment you ran up to him with that radiant smile, extending your hand and said, “i’m y/n, what’s your name?” from that day on, he felt like now he just finally knew.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who found his eyes brightening every time someone brought up your name. his attention would always seem to increase as he actively listened to others talk about how wonderful you were, leaving him nodding in agreement too. it always made him happy to know that others saw in you what he had seen all along.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who would often ask you if you could be partners with him in everything—from games to projects—simply because he wants to spend him with you. he’d pout and argue that, out of everyone, he knew you the longest—so of course, he had the right to choose you first.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who covered for you whenever he felt like you were about to get in trouble. if they don’t buy his explanation, he’d fully take the blame by creating a good explanation (that’s hard to refute) or say he was apart of it, just so you wouldn’t feel alone if you were punished.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who found himself trying to indulge in whatever interested you, just so he could bring it up once and have you ramble on about it. he loves listening to you talk, so you can bet he’d be listening intently, knowing that he gets to hear you while understanding it all.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who often sneaks glances at you whenever he could. he does it just to make sure that you were feeling alright, or simply, just because he wants to.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who finds himself sulk quietly to himself when something or someone gets your attention rather than him. even despite how he’s feeling, he just simply lets it happen, knowing he can’t keep you to himself.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who attempts to make these jokes to make you smile, but only makes himself a fool with his slip ups and him getting embarrassed midway through. regardless, if he still heard you laugh, then his mistakes were suddenly all worth it.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who finally works up the courage to ask you out with the help of his friends. he spends hours rehearsing his confession, pacing back and forth as he mumbles the words under his breath. even with him forgetting his lines and going off on a nervous tangent for too much of his liking, he’s determined to get it just right—because you’re worth every second of his preparation.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who went to your house with a teddy bear and chocolate, his ears turning redder by the minute as he rambled—completely forgetting what he had rehearsed a month prior.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who felt overjoyed when you accepted his confession, finding himself grinning on the way home. that day, all he could think about was your words and especially the kiss he managed to get with the boldness he never knew he had.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who always knew and wanted you to be the one and only for him.

💬 — i don’t know why i didn’t work on this sooner,, this request was soooo 😞🫶

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[missust3l3vision]

Idea for a story: Arthur is doing a vid with the guys that involves getting drunk, he gets so drunk that he confesses his feelings for Y/N but Y/N thinks it’s a forfeit the boys have made him do?

Guys you are all so much more creative than me.

Down the Barrel

Description: After a day of drinking Arthur let's slip a little too much. Luckily it was all caught on camera.

"I get lonely at night" Chris whispers in Arthur's ear, this had been the same thing he had done to him when drunk

Rather than laughing, the man looked to you.

Y/n was a camera woman that undoubtedly was under appreciated by the crew. Often made to sit off to the side despite her great work.

Today however she was shoot the video. That's what made him looking at her all the better.

"Mate just looked down the fucking barrel of the camera" George reached across the table to push Arthur's shoulder.

A few of the guys had known of his crush, but none of the crew had. Especially not Y/n. She was oblivious to it all. The small glances and stuttering when he tried to talk to her, all of it.

"I'm going to- I'm going to have something" Arthur mutters, looking away. The group giggling at him "How about you finally have your turn?"

Chris puts his hands up in defence

"Okay then! Truth or dare Arthur" the man hummed

"Dare! I'm not a pussy" Arthur exclaims, the camera crew all exchanging looks before gearing up to film closer to the table.

"I dare you to tell us about the girl you fancy" Chris says loudly with a finger raised.

"Oh it's Y/n" he says nonchalantly. Nobody moves, despite the large group of people you could hear a pin drop.

The crew all turn to you while the group on camera are stunned. George finally says something

"Like Y/n from-" Arthur cuts him off, with a finger pointing directly at you

"No, that one" he says before reaching for another drink, Arthur Hill moving the drinks from out of reach

"Can we get some water for him? I think he's a little too drunk" Hill explained. Harry walked over to a cooler and grabbed him a bottle.

"Y/n i think youre good to leave?" The other camera man suggested, her nodding before handing over the camera. As she began walking away she could hear someone rushing after her

"Don't go!" It was of course Arthur "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I do really like you and can I take you out to dinner sometime and if not that's cool too"

He rambled on as they walked to her car, the whole time she watched him with an amused expression.

"I'd love to get dinner, maybe when you're sober?" She suggests to a nodding Arthur.

Once she drove away Arthur returned to the group, them all patting his shoulders and teasing him.

"You are all laughing, but I got a hot date next week!" He declared with a few of them cheering. Once everything was wrapped up a few days later, one of the crew approached him online.

"Are you okay with the scene being included?" Arthur rose an eyebrow before texting

"What scene?" He received a text with the clip included. Arthur's face went pale. Rather than texting back, he called. His voice high pitched as he frantically asked what happened.

After hearing the explanation Arthur stood with his jaw dropped. He begged for it not to be included.

After sitting on his couch he stared at the wall. In a Dazed like state when his phone binged. Feeling exhaustion wash over him he looked over and saw it was from you.

💬 So when are we going out?

Arthur stared at the text when another popped up

💬 Unless you're a pussy

💬 ...please tell me you remember saying that. Otherwise I look really mean.

He had not. He was still surprised that she even wanted to go out, but he was sure he would take her.

💬 Yes! I will see you as soon as you are available!!

And so, you two were set to grab dinner. Was he embarrassed of how he was while drunk? Yes. Would he do it again? Yes, because now he gets to take out an angel.

[lovelyhan]

staring at my two month old jihoon soulmate draft and i'm still faced with the dilemma of writing smut into it or not

[miupow]

now that i’ve finished duality i have to take a break from nsfw or i’ll actually explode and die. at least smut fics i gotta start spacing out my smut works w sfw works in between so i don’t lose all motivation