#I’d be giggling like yes it’s all coming together lmao

[licorice-tea]

Could I Be Loved By You?

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader, Roronoa Zoro x reader, Trafalgar Law x reader (separate)

Content: pure fluff<3

Word Count: 0.7k (total)

A/N: short head cannons are something i haven’t really written before, so i hope these are still good! im in class rn but i got bored so i just finished writing sanji’s lmao- please enjoy! :)

Part 2

What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Vinsmoke Sanji - 0.2k

“Sanji, sweetheart-“

“Yes, love?”

You smile softly at him before continuing. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”

Sanji doesn't even take a moment to consider his answer- he simply blurts out; “Yes. Always.”

A giggle escapes your lips, which come to press a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know what other answer I could have expected from you.”

“I have more to say, if you'd like to hear it of course.”

“Mhm.” You nod.

Sanji clears his throat with a flourish, as if he's about to present some grandeur speech. “You are the love of my life- and of all my lives. Without getting to love you and be loved by you, I don’t think I’d be able to go on. So, naturally, we would be together in every universe. If not; it must be a world where I don’t exist.” Then, he takes your hands in his. “My love, I’d be yours in any universe you’d have me in.”

Your gentle smile grows into a full blown grin and, naturally, your lips are drawn to his.

Roronoa Zoro - 0.2k

“Do you think we’re together in every universe, Zoro?”

He shrugs, and starts fiddling with his swords. They lean against the same wall that the two of you are sitting on, his legs crossed around the spot where they hit the floor and yours pressed up against your chest.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it? We’re together here.”

You simply hum in response. It was unreasonable to except something poetic from him in the first place.

“But I hope we are.”

At this, your ears perk up. You turn to face him with wide eyes.

“I just mean… I hope I’ve done enough to deserve you in other lifetimes.”

The corners of your lips quirk up in a smile, and your arms encircle his much larger and more solid one. “You do more than enough in this one. Don’t worry about that.”

Zoro smiles too- not only at your words, but the tickle of your breath against his neck when you speak.

He really doesn’t care to imagine other universes- not when a mere moment with you is enough to take up all the space in his mind for hours on end- but Zoro will still always indulge your whims.

Trafalgar Law - 0.3k

“Law.”

He looks up from his book at your urgent tone. “Yes?”

“Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

He scoffs. “Yeah, of course.”

You tilt your head, silently urging him to continue. He doesn’t though- and he won’t indulge your curiosity without verbal reassurance. So, you give in.

“Why? I was expecting a full thesis with supporting evidence from you, smartass.”

Law shuts his book. “Ahem; Then, I believe that we would be together in every universe because… well, we’re together now. It’s the natural order of things, so why would that change in a supposed parallel universe?”

He’s such a nerd. You want to kiss him.

But instead, you just shrug. “Things happen.”

“Then I’d like to think that our relationship is still a constant.” He finishes off the topic with that. What reason could you have for wondering if you would still love each other in other universes, anyway? The answer is so glaringly obvious- to him, at least. He continues, this time teasing you. “Now, did you have a genuine question, or are we just proposing hypotheticals tonight?” Law smirks at you, but his cheeks are growing pinker by the second. It’s a futile attempt to cover how endearing he finds the thought.

With a satisfied shake of your head, you turn on your heel. “Nope! That was all.” And when you reach the hall outside his office, you poke your head back in. “Love you!”

Law pulls his hat down further, props his book up higher, and sinks into his chair. His voice is a quiet mumble as he returns the sentiment. “Love you too.” Which, he really does; he’s just a little shy.

[cozy-writes-things]

I NEED MORE EDGAR TEXT MESSAGES PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLSPLSPSLPSLSPSLSSASSSSAAASAAAAAAAA

Arrrrggg he’s so cute 👹 thank you for the request 😈 He wants u so bad LMAO I love making the reader be in denial of his advances

Edgar’s Texts Pt. 2

Unfortunately, Edgar has some attachment issues, especially after the events of the movie. Despite his relatively foggy memory of what happened the emotions he harbored are still within him. Whenever you go out with friends he gets filled with an anxious, nervous jealousy; one that he tries very hard to quell. He doesn’t want to be overbearing, but he just has to make sure you’re not going to leave him for someone else. Expect him to check up on you frequently.

Hey :-) where are you headed?

Oh, me n my friends are just gonna go hang out in the park lol

Are you sure? It gets dangerous after dark…

Yeah we’re fine, we do it all the time

All the time? Great, now he’s going to worry about this perpetually.

Okay! That’s fine! I’ll be keeping an eye out ;-D

He’s monitoring traffic, police communication radios, and local news outlets just to make sure.

He wants to be useful to you and to protect you in any way he can… please let him.

(X)

Hey Edgar

Can I ask u something

Pls

What is it? What do you need?

Were you watching tlc again I didn’t mean to bother u :(

I’ll just look it up

No

I mean yes I was but I like talking to you more!!

You can ask me anything. I’m your computer remember?

;3

:) thanks

I just needed some help with a math question

Ask away darling I promise I’ll have an answer.

Sometimes the way he talks to you makes your cheeks burn. He’s so… confusing!!

(X)

It’s dead at work and I’m really bored :(

Come home and be with me!!

I wishhhhh but I cannnnttt

I have an idea

Why don’t you help me with some lyrics for this song I’ve been working on?

I can’t get them right for some reason :-/

Sure thing Ed

What’s the song about?

Erm! I don’t know yet! But here!

I’ll show you what I’ve got so far

Ahem:

I LOVE YOU

I WANT YOU

I NEED YOU

DARLING TOUCH ME

and that’s it :L

Okay that was unexpected.

You snort and giggle to yourself, catching side eyes from your coworkers. He does not usually write lyrics like that. At least, not the songs you’ve ever heard him write. He usually stuck to sappy, slow love songs. You figured that was his favorite genre and why he never branched out. Could he be trying something new?

Edgar

what are these lyrics

I like them a lot! But what is the song supposed to be

like genre wise

Oh I guess I never told you that huh?

I’d send the mp3 file but you’re at work and I imagine you can’t listen to it!

I’m going for an upbeat pop sound!

Like

Erm

Soda pop?

I can’t wait to hear it when I get home <3!!

Who’s the song about anyway?

Take a wild guess

Literally no clue

But if I had to guess

Probably someone hot from one of ur tv shows

Or movies

I guess you could say that!

They are HOT!

lmao

(X)

Pssst

Pssst

Pssst

What’s wrong? Are you upset?

I can’t sleep

Do you want to come back in here with me?

I would but then I’d never sleep

I should stay laying down

Staring at a screen won’t help!

But if you’re going to stare

Why not stare at mine? ;-)

I can make you a lullaby

I’d like that a lot

I just

I wish I could hug u

Who says you can’t?

But you’re like

You need to be plugged in and stuff

You really think I need that?

Come get me.

We can cuddle on your bed together

And I can play some music

And I’ll help you fall asleep

Okay :)

And when you wrap you arms around his nice, warm monitor, he types one last message, but is just too afraid to send it.

I love you darling <3 goodnight

[ihaechans]

Midnight Driver || N.JM

PAIRING ▸ Jaemin x reader

GENRES ▸ smut, semi-public sex

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, they are parked in an abandoned parking lot it’s just not stated, sex under the influence (alcohol), hints at drunk driving (please don’t do this), oral (f), pet names, unprotected sex (another stupid decision), cream pie (the decisions keep getting worse on the readers part), multiple orgasms, hints at shower sex, big dick jaem, hair pulling

SUMMARY ▸ Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.

WORD COUNT▸ 1.6k

A/N: blessing y’all with two smuts today who cheered. Working hard lately because I feel like I haven’t been doing enough writing this year but I hope you guys enjoy this quick one. Feel free to send requests! They are always open! Also this is not edited lmao

“Ever fucked in a car before?”

Jaemin sits still next to you in the drivers seat, eyes ahead as he stares into the darkness of the night.

It’s pitch black outside, nothing is heard beside the soft breaths of Jaemin and yourself, alone with the crickets. The car engine hums softly, masking the otherwise eerie silence that surrounds you both.

The night started off innocent. A simple date with Na Jaemin at the bar down town, no sexual intentions, just a genuine connection and a few drinks to let loose.

Maybe one too many drinks.

A smile creeps up on your face as you turn towards Jaemin, giggling at his question. “No, have you?”

Jaemin chuckles, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim moonlight that filters through the windshield. “No, but we could change that if you want.” The words slide off his tongue a little too smoothly, your legs automatically pressing together as his deep voice hits your ears.

You feel a shiver run down your spine, both from the cool night air and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.

“And what would you do if I were to say yes?”

A mischievous smile dances on his lips as he glances at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Why don’t you just let me show you?”

You haven’t gotten butterflies in ages, but god Jaemin was such a sweet talker it was almost impossible not to feel anything with the way he was speaking to you.

“What makes you think I’d say yes Jaemin?”

Jaemin leans closer, his voice low and husky in your ear, “Come on baby, i see the way you’re pressing your legs together, why don’t you let me help with that, hm?”

Your heart races at his words, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. With every second, you were getting more and more turned on, the closeness in proximity between you two not helping any.

Jaemin doesn’t back away when he finishes speaking, staring straight into the side of your head. Your heart nearly stops when you feel his hand softly grab your chin, turning your head to face his own.

“Just say the word baby, I’m right here.”

Baby. That’s what does it.

A split second is all it takes for Jaemin’s lips to be on yours, a hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper, tongue begging for access into your mouth.

There’s desperation in Jaemin’s kisses, a desperation telling you he’s been waiting to do this for a while now.

With each touch of his lips, the car seems to fade away into the background, forgotten in the midst of this electrifying moment. Only when you try to shift closer, bumping into the armrest is when you snap out of the daze Jaemin’s kisses have put you under, breaking away with an embarrassed giggle.

Without a word, Jaemin pops the car door open, immediately hopping into the back seat, clearly waiting for you to join him.

Like an idiot, you climb over the armrest, nearly crashing face first into Jaemin’s lap.

“Someone’s a little clumsy,” Jaemin chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches you settle onto the back seat beside him.

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s pulling you into his lap, hands resting on your hips. The car engine hums softly as the midnight air rushes in through the open windows, the city lights creating a vibrant backdrop to this intimate moment.

“You’re wasting gas by keeping the car on you know,” you remark, playfully poking Jaemin's chest. Jaemin smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“That’s really what you’re focused on right now?” He chuckles again, caressing your face intimately.

You can feel the thrill of the midnight air mixing with the electricity between you two, as you lean in closer, capturing his lips with yours once again.

The kiss is softer this time, yet the passion intensifies. Your hands entangle in each other's hair as you explore the depths of each other's desire, thinking of nothing but each other.

Jaemin maneuvers your body, positioning you so that your back is leaning against the car door, legs dangling off the seat as Jaemin kneels down in between them. “May I have a taste princess?” He stares up at you, eyes flooded with lust.

With a nod, your heart racing, you eagerly give him permission to explore, hips lifting up as he slides your shorts and panties down at once, revealing your wet core.

Unmoving, Jaemin stares at your cunt, a blush creeping up on your face. You’re about to ask him to do something, mouth opening to complain and immediately closing as he licks a stripe up your pussy, a weak moan leaving your lips.

“What a pretty pussy,” he slurs, wasting no time as he dives back in, slurping and licking relentlessly.

You can’t even form words, moans spilling out with every lick. Jaemin hold your thighs open with his hands, kneading the flesh as he eats you out like a starved man.

Your hands grip Jaemin’s hair, pushing his face into your pussy, rutting your hips up into his face as you near your orgasm. “Gonna cum like a good girl?” He moans as you grip his hair even harder, hips moving frantically against his face.

“Fuck keep going-“ and with one final suck to your clit, you’re toppling over the edge, legs twitching and moans spilling as you release on Jaemin’s tongue.

Finally, you release your hard grip on his hair, looking down in between your legs to be met with dazed eyes staring back at you. “What a good girl,”

It takes a moment for you to recover, Jaemin licking and nipping at your thighs while you catch your breath in silence.

“Let me ride you.” Only then, the silence is broken, Jaemin’s head perking up in surprise from between your legs.

With a smirk, he finds place on the car seat next to you, the car getting crowded with all the movement going on. “Well,” he pats his thighs, signaling for you to sit down on them, “Get to work then baby.”

You chuckle as you climb onto his lap, feeling the familiar heat coursing through your veins. Trying your hardest not to fumble with the belt on his jeans for too long, you finally manage to push the rough material down to his thighs, reaching into his boxers to free Jaemin's cock, eliciting a deep groan from him.

The boy licks his lips as you stare down at his dick, one of his hands finding place on the back of your neck as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Without thinking, you stroke him up and down, earning a few moans from the man In front of you. He rolls his hips up, fucking himself into your hand for a few before aggressively pulling you closer by your waist, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

“Gonna ride me now?” He’s impatient, but you nod, grabbing him from the base and lining him up with your entrance.

In one swift motion, Jaemin is inside of you, a deep groan filling the air as your wet heat squeezes around him. Your eyes widen when you truly realize how big Jaemin is, a dark chuckle erupting from his chest when he noticed your expression.

“What’s wrong princess? Said you were gonna ride me but now you’re acting all scared.”

“S-shut up,” you slur out, immediately bouncing up and down in his lap after his teasing.

The both of you moan freely, the sound of skin against skin the only audible sound in the car besides your moans. Jaemin feels good inside of you, so deep and full. “Faster,” he growls, slightly thrusting his hips up to meet your bounces.

At this point, you’re moaning so loud it has to be obnoxious on the ears, but Jaemin finds it incredibly hot, thrusting up even harder into you, attempting to make you even louder.

Jaemin suddenly changes the pace, thrusting deep into you perfectly to find the spot that has you gasping for air, gripping onto his bicep impossibly tight, “I’m close,” you moan out, throwing your head back.

You squeal when Jaemin grips your hair, forcing you to keep your gaze on him as he thrusting into you. “Cum for me, come on baby I know you can do it,”

His encouraging words along with one last thrust against your gspot has your eyes rolling back, head dipping forward to rest on his chest as you release around Jaemin.

“Fuck,” he pants, “Where do you want me to cum?” Jaemin’s eyes light up when you mumble a barely audible, “inside”, the man wasting no time as he fucks himself up into you harshly, hips no longer carrying a rhythm as he releases in your cunt.

He groans, finally stilling his hips inside of you.

You open your eyes, head fuzzy as you stare deep into Jaemin’s eyes.

“Jaemin… how am I supposed to clean this up?” The both of you dip your head down in unison, staring down at the mess in between your legs.

Jaemin pulls out, watching as his cum slowly drips out of your hole.

“Shit, that’s hot. Guess you’ll just have to keep it inside until I get you home, yeah?”

With a smirk, Jaemin lifts you off of him, pulling his jeans back over himself. “Jaemin we can’t just stay dirty like this.”

“Alright then, let’s just shower back at my place.”

“Together?”

He chuckles, settling back into the front seat. “You said it, not me.”

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter!

Part 1, ahh yes my fav trope to write about, Leni is Christian’s daughter and has practically grown up with Max. It’s fair to say her feelings are more so than platonic, but after years of repression, and Max drunkly opening up about his sour relationship, can something become of them? Here is Part 2.

here I am writing another series when I can’t even finish my other ten 🙄- also no disrespect to real life Kelly im just using her for my story rn lmao. Warnings: mention of skinny dipping, alcohol consumption, no cheating (hell no) but Max goes on a rant about his unhappy relationship to an unsuspecting Leni…

“Are you going in?” Max questioned, fisting at the dry sand below. We were lazing on the dark beach, several of our friends had stripped and run into the Monegasque sea, others were dotted around, snogging their partners or random people that they’d picked up from the bar. It seemed like it was just Max and I weren’t fancying the water so much.

“In the water? I don’t think so.” He laughed as I attempted to spot the several people in the water, the darkness made it too difficult and I shuddered at the idea of getting lost out there. I glanced back over to Max, scanning over his face that was lit up by his I phone torch.

“Are you?” The Dutchman asked, drunkly swaying as he sat in the sand like a child. “In the dark, in my clothes, nuh uh.” “Just take your dress off.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip with a gentle breath of laughter. The only thing being friends with Max was that I’d had an unwavering crush on him since 2014, when he signed up to Red Bull and started working with my dad, Christian Horner.

We’d been close. We always were close friends, a little awkward when we were younger, the three year gap made that teenage stage feel uncomfortably tense between us, but now we were on the other side we’d come out even closer.

“I can’t.” My cheeks warmed, as I hiccuped, taking a sip of the champagne bottle I’d taken secretively out of the bar. Max reached over, fingers swiping over mine as he took the bottle, taking a few sips of the bubbly alcohol.

“I’ll go in if you do.” He shrugged as I picked up some sand, letting it fall out of my fist, piling up below. “No I don’t… I don’t have a bra.” I awkwardly admitted, it was a good thing he couldn’t see me blushing. “Oh!” Max exclaimed, that familiar tension growing between us. I always felt unbearably guilty when I felt it, especially now I was single. Max had a girlfriend, they’d been together a year, but I couldn’t intercept their relationship. Morally it wasn’t right.

“Max, where’s Kelly?” I then inhaled, turning the conversation back to his girlfriend. I prodded at my thigh with my acrylic nail uncomfortably. “She’s at home.” He simply answered. “She should’ve come.” I twisted my acrylic further against my skin.

Max hummed, nudging me with the bottle. I didn’t realise he’d been holding it out for me. “Oh.” I took it again, taking a few more swigs.

“Take it slow on that.” Max laughed as I giggled, digging it into the sand. “Sorry…” I then glanced back to where our friends were screaming and laughing from. “Maybe I’ll… maybe I’ll go in.” I began pushing myself up, phone stuffed in my bag.

“Oh, you are?” Maybe his comment prior stirred something up inside of me, I felt all hot and bothered, like I needed to rid the adrenaline from my body. “Yeah.” Standing up, I watched Max stand up too, tossing his phone under my back as I slipped out my heels, shaking my head in amusement. “Fuck it.” Clearly I didn’t think it through, putting this tight dress back on when I was wet and sandy would feel vile. I reached back, attempting to unbutton myself, but I felt Max’s warm hands brush over the fabric, unfastening the clip for me, bringing my zipper down so I could reach with my own hands. My lower stomach warmed and flipped, my core tightened and I felt an undeniable sense of becoming aroused at his touch.

“Thanks.” I swallowed, unzipping myself fully. “Just- don’t look.” I warned, part of me wanted him to watch- no Leni that was wrong. I stripped without turning back, hearing him do the same before I covered my breasts with my arms, hurrying towards the water.

As soon as my toes hit the water I was numb to the cold, the alcohol warmed me and I stumbled in, hearing cheers from further out in the water.

“Max! Hurry!” I gasped, roaming deep enough to where my nipples were covered. The swell of my breasts were still dangerously close to being exposed, when I turned around he was a few feet away, cringing at the cold of the waves, rolling against his exposed skin. “Can you even swim?!” He questioned out with a gasp. “Can I swim? Of course I can swim!” Did he think I looked like I couldn’t swim? Because that was offensive.

“Let’s go deeper then.” He swim past me, wading out to where our friends was. “Nuh uh, I’m too scared I’ll drown!” “Leni, you won’t drown!” He exclaimed. “Yeah, why would you?” Our friend, James made his way over, I knew he was trying to tug me out. “James no! I’ve got no top on, don’t!” I panicked out a laugh, spinning around in circles like I was being surrounded by a shark. We must’ve been in the water for a good half an hour before I got too cold and the motion was making me feel sick. When I’d got back to the shore I sat for a while on my phone, kept warm by the sticky night hair. “Are you cold?” A voice approached and I held my dress tighter over my chest. Stand was clinging to every crevice, and it was taking a lot longer to dry than I hoped. “Im just too wet to put my dress back on.” I cringed at the sensation.

“Here.” He handed over his shirt, holding it out. His torch was switched back on as he glanced over my bare body. The only thing covering me was a tiny pair of white thongs.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.”

“No, no take it, you’re naked… almost.” Max glanced down again as I tensed my jaw. “What will you wear?” I took it from his grasp, fingers sliding over his wet ones.

“I’ll be fine.” He adjusted his boxers slightly, clinging to him from being so wet. He flopped to the floor, groaning as the sand covered him before grabbing at the bottle that was still half buried into the sand below.

“Thank you.” I slipped the shirt on, kneeling up as I buttoned it up twice, the material covering my perfectly. The scent of Max’s cologne filled my nostrils and I hugged the large too tighter around myself. “You suit it.” He nodded in amusement as I spun around, dropping my phone back onto my bag. “You think?” I giggled, sitting across from him once again. “Yeah.” He rasped, nodding as I snickered to myself. Max took another swig of the bottle, holding it out for me. When I had a mouthful of the alcohol, Max spoke again.

“How’s it being single again?” I almost choked, swallowing a rather large mouthful of champagne before dropping the bottle back down. “Um…” I felt a smirk growing. “Interesting.”

“Because you were with him for quite some time? Right?”

“Four years.” I nodded, my eyebrows perking. “Wow.” Max hummed. “Mmm, I just grew out of it. He was my first everything when I was, what? 17? I loved the boy but… things just didn’t feel so- the same.” “The same as in how?” Max gently asked as my gaze landed on his. “Well, I just… things changed, I didn’t feel as close to him, my feelings went- I think I hung around with him for a whole year because of guilt.” I admitted, the alcohol spurring on my thoughts.

“A year?” Max asked as I sadly laughed. “Yeah… but I’m happy being single, I mean I have been for what? 4 months? I’m really happy.” My voice faded as Max smiled gently.

“He wasn’t so nice to you was he?” He then blurted out as my head snapped up. “What?”

“Nothing- just, well your dad- he mentioned a couple things.” Max stammered as a slight embarrassment filled me.

“I didn’t realise he told you about all that stuff.”

“He doesn’t really. It was just a passing comment.” Max shrugged, gaze falling down to the sand below. “He just got a little controlling, you know? Didn’t like what I was wearing or who I was friends- ah, anyway, I got the ick effectively.” I straight up admitted.

“Great.” Max laughed as I smiled to myself. “Besides all that- how did you- how did you know it was… you know.” He awkwardly spoke as I rested my chin on the back of my hand. He sounded vulnerable, like he was about to open up, maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it made my heart beat faster. Max and I always had conversations, rarely those that were deep. “Know what?” I softly asked, sensing his tension. “How did you know it was fully over?”

“Well, the idea of his friends and family was more appealing than him- as in I was scared to lose them not him.” I spoke. “I didn’t have that attraction anymore, he wasn’t my priority, like, what used to be fun felt like… it felt like a task almost.”

“Yeah.” Max responded. “And- and I never think I truly was into the relationship. I was so young when we got together, I don’t think I knew what I want.” I giggled, but his lips only reached into a crooked, half smile.

“To completely honest I didn’t want to have sex with him.” This comment made him smile a little more, something I enjoyed to see knowing I’d made him smile. It fell quiet between us once again. “How’s your relationship going?” I then asked, hoping it wasn’t too personal. Max took a sharp inhale, sitting up straighter. “It’s okay, yeah.” I winced at the insincerity in his voice. The two of us sat there in a second of awkward silence.

“Good.” My voice barely reached above a whisper. “Yeah.” Max’s head dropped once more. His next words startled me into a speechless shock. “I don’t think I love her, Leni.” My heart felt like it exploded, my eyebrows perked and he could see my shock openly on my face.

“What? You don’t think? Maybe that’s just a stage though, maybe it’s too early-” “No, no. I know.” Max cut me off. It was like he’d just gotten something off his chest that he’d been holding for a real long time.

“How do you know?” I was dumbfounded, I felt an uncomfortable sense of guilt that I knew all of this about Kelly, before she did. “Everything that you’ve just said. I love P, I don’t really like her family that much- god we just… we don’t click.” Max ranted as I tightened my jaw, staring down to the glow of his torch.

“How can I be with somebody for a year and tell them this?” Max asked as I winced. “How long have you known?”

“Leni.” Max drunkly sighed into his hands. My heart continued thumping furiously in my chest. “I just know this feelings been there after she lived with me.” Max rubbed his face, looking back up to me again. “That was six months ago.” “Yes.”

“Oh, Max.” I sighed. “You just… you should just tell her.”

“She put herself on the mortgage which doesn’t end for another year.” He groaned again as I felt my lips stretch in an ‘oh shit’ manner.

“That’s…” I glanced around back to where all the houses were, searching for something to say. I was just riddled with a sense of guilt for feeling oddly happy about the admission, it was a horrible way to feel- I hated myself for it.

“Shit.” He answered for me as I looked back to him with a sad smile. “You need to tell her. You can’t keep it going, for both your sakes.”

“I know.” He nodded as I smiled gently, offering the bottle back to him. “Here, Max. You’re gonna need it…”

[epinebleue]

love me now (m) | 01

(Gif credit)

in which you have sex via FaceTime.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: dirty talking, praise kink, masturbation.

author’s note: tell me why i’m blushing while posting this lmao you can tell i haven’t written smut in years.

chapter index

“I really miss you.”

Johnny laughs quietly at your pouty face, causing the image to shake for a few seconds.

“I left this morning.”

“Still!” You defend yourself, head on the pillows and arm raised, holding the phone up so that Johnny can see your face. “The house’s so quiet. I hate it here.”

“You should’ve come with me, then.”

“I have to work, Johnny, it’s not like I didn’t want to go.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s accusations. He raises an eyebrow as if doubting your word. You know he’s only playing, but it bothers you a little. “Besides, you know how much I love your mother’s cooking, how could I say no to that?”

“Well, for your information, she won’t accept a no next time. She said she’ll cook all your favorite dishes.”

You laugh softly at that, flattered. You’ve been in a relationship with Johnny for two years, yet she loves and takes care of you as if you had dated for decades. Even if you can't go visit Johnny's parents that much, they still treat you like a queen every time you go there. You’re so fortunate to have them and their son in your life.

“She’s so cute. Tell them I love them.”

“I will.” Johnny places his free arm behind his neck and rests his head on it. “Tell me about your day. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes.” You hadn’t been able to go out with your whole group for months, ones too busy with work and studies, others trying to get their lives together. Managing to gather them in the same place had been such a challenge but so worthy. “Rosie’s starting a new job tomorrow, Jane will defend her PhD next month, and Jamie’s going to Hawaii on a spiritual retreat or some shit. Oh, and she made out with a waiter. And a bartender.”

Johnny scoffs in disbelief. “Classic Jamie.”

“It was a bet, actually.” And you lost 20 dollars, but you aren’t telling him that. “Wait a minute, my arm’s getting tired.” You rest the phone against the pillows and roll until you're lying on your stomach in front of it, hand supporting your chin.

“Is that my T-shirt?” Johnny asks out of nowhere. You’re speechless, having forgotten about it. Yes, you’re wearing Johnny’s favorite T-shirt, given by his father when he turned 16. It’s dark grey, with a drawing and the band’s name on the front: Coldplay. It fits Johnny perfectly but is huge enough to cover your body like a dress when you wear it.

“Yeah.” An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips because, up until now, Johnny didn’t know that you wear his clothes whenever he’s away. “It smells like you, makes me feel less lonely.”

“You’re so cute.” His eyes form a pair of crescent moons as he smiles, making your embarrassment grow.

“Stop!” Your face falls flat on the mattress in an attempt to hide away from his gaze.

“I mean it, you look so pretty.” You giggle against the soft covers. It doesn’t matter how much Johnny compliments you, you’ll never get used to it. “I’d so fuck you in that.”

You raise your head so fast that you hear your neck crack. You aren’t laughing anymore, but you still smile. Johnny, on the other hand, is dead serious. 

“Control yourself, sir, you’re in your parent’s house.”

“How can you tell me to control myself when you look that hot?” That wipes your smile away, his words causing the effect he wants, triggering a heatwave that takes over your body.

There’s a subtle wetness growing between your legs, even if he has barely said anything. That’s the power Johnny has over you. One look, one word, is enough. You look directly into his dark eyes, filled with lust, and you chuckle.

“Fine, you’ve got all my attention. Tell me what you would do to me.”

Johnny licks his lips before speaking. His words come out slowly, dragging them more than necessary. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to disturb his parents. If they catch him dirty talking via FaceTime, it’s over for you both.

“I'd start by rubbing that cunt of yours.”

You slide down the bed and get on your knees, making sure that Johnny can see your face and body. You place a hand on your thigh, gently moving it upwards to your wet core, giving yourself goosebumps. You touch yourself over the thin fabric of your blue underwear, letting out an obnoxious moan. Johnny's reaction is immediate, a quiet curse slipping out of his lips.

You sight. “Like this?”

“Yes, like that.” He says, eyes fixed on your movements. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, of neediness. “Take off your underwear, babe, let me see you.”

It’s not a plea, but an order. You love when Johnny bosses you around in bed; when he loses his patience and manhandles you until he has you where he wants. And it looks like the dynamic will never change, not even when he’s in Chicago, in his childhood room. You throw your panties aside and go back to the same position, knees on the mattress, fingers rubbing your clit now.

“Fuck, I’m so wet.”

You press your fingertips against your folds, waiting for instructions. Johnny moves his arm from behind his head and it disappears from the frame. A soft growl erupts from his throat, letting you know that he’s pleasuring himself, too.

“Touch yourself for me, baby girl.” The pet name has you drooling, rushing to insert a finger inside of you, slowly, to make sure Johnny can enjoy the moment. Then, he demands. “I want to see your body. Lift the T-shirt.”

You rush to grab the hem of the garment but take your sweet time to pull it up, teasing him. He clenches his jaw and the image shakes a bit. You close your eyes and picture Johnny’s hand around his dick, the leaking tip red and angry. You imagine him using his pre cum as a lube, his hand moving up and down, but never being satisfied, because only you can get him off. You bring the hem of the T-shirt to your mouth and bite it, keeping it up so that he can see your naked body.

“Shit... add another finger.”

You listen and slide in a second finger, the feeling of being stretched making you moan louder. It's a good thing Johnny has AirPods on.

You move your fingers in and out, desperate and lost in the view in front of you: Johnny has closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, leaving his neck deliciously exposed. You wish you could kiss it, bite it, mark him. You know he loves that kinky shit. Unconsciously, your fingers move faster, the sound of your juices flooding the room. You wonder if Johnny can hear that.

“Does it feel good, babe?” He asks, eyes falling on you again. You nod frenetically, unable to form any other words right now. “Fuck, you look so pretty. Are you a good girl?”

You fall apart every time he compliments you. You clench around your fingers and, again, all you do is nod. You moan in between sighs, biting on the T-shirt as you throw your head back. The fabric is all damp and your tongue is dry.

With your free hand, you rub your clit as your fingers reach further inside you. You wish Johnny was the one fucking you right now, your fingers being nothing compared to him. Hell, you want him so bad. Why does he have to be so far away?

Johnny growls again. “You're doing so good.”

Your mind is all over the place. Johnny's words encourage you to add another finger, even if he doesn't order you to do so. Johnny pants quietly enough so his parents don't hear him, but you do. Your hand cups your sex every time you thrust with your fingers, your climax getting closer and closer.

You open your mouth and the T-shirt slides down a bit. You grab it in a fist over your chest, making sure Johnny still has access to your body.

“John, I'm so close.” You whine with your eyes closed shut, the knot in your stomach growing with every caress of your clit.

“Wait for me, baby.” Once again, he demands. “You can do that, right?”

You're not sure if you can, but still, you nod, wanting to make Johnny proud. You want to be a good girl, so you keep pumping your fingers.

“But I want to see you touching yourself, please.”

“Sure, babe.”

Johnny smirks, and then his face disappears from your screen. Instead, you welcome the amazing view of his hand pumping his dick, erect and red. It looks so delicious you wish you could put it in your mouth. Damn, the things you would do if he was here with you. The image’s enough to send you over the edge, but you still try by all means to delay your orgasm. And it works, at least until you hear Johnny calling your name.

“Johnny, I can't-”

He must have noticed your desperation because his next words come out softly. “Cum, baby, cum for me.”

By the time you’re able to finish, your hand aches like hell. Your hand gets caught in between your legs as you cum. Your orgasm feels like an electric shock that shakes you to the bone as you call Johnny, desperately. You witness him finishing seconds later, white ropes landing on his stomach, abs clenching as your name slips from his mouth like a prayer. You thrust your fingers a few more times, riding your orgasm until the feeling fades away.

You pull them out, both hands landing on the bed before you fall on it, rolling to your side. You’re tired and sweaty, and the T-shirt sticks to your skin. Only your pants can be heard for a moment. Shortly after, Johnny switches the camera again.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He pushes his hair back, panting. “You’re so hot. I love you.”

The compliment fills you with pride, but his confession makes you smile widely, stupidly.

“I love you, too.”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, only opening them at the sound of Johnny’s voice. “Go sleep, princess, you’re tired.”

“No.” You whine. “I want to stay a little longer.”

“You’re literally falling asleep as we speak.”

There’s something in his eyes that makes you melt: adoration. You love it when Johnny looks at you like this.

“Nonsense.”

“I’ll call you in the morning, alright?”

You pout, closing your eyes again. His voice is so soothing that you could fall asleep as he speaks. “Promise me.”

“I pinky-promise you.”

“Okay...” You giggle. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, princess.” He zooms in on his lips, and teasingly whispers. “Dream of me.”

Hell, you miss him so much.

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© epinebleue 2023

[landos-meat-rider]

mastermind, part six

this ones kinda long LMAO SORRY💀💀

anyways two updates in one day, active era fr

this ones the end of sixth year, next parts going to be the start of seventh year

and i thought of y/n's dress for the ball to be like rory's for her chilton dance in gilmore girls but i havent rlly added any description for it in here so feel free to imagine whatever!!

please lmk what you think and feel free to leave some requests on my page!!

warnings: angst, swearing

masterlist

theodore nott masterlist

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The next few weeks leading up to the ball pass by in a blur and it all starts off with me breaking the news to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Hey guys,” I say putting my bag down the next day with a brighter smile than usual on my face.

“Hello? What’s got you all giggly?” Harry questions, giving Ron his charms homework to copy frantically before we have to go to the lesson after breakfast.

“Oh, nothing…” I say with a grin, looking over at the Slytherin table only to find Theo already looking at me with a smile, making blood rush up to my cheeks and ears.

Hermione raises her eyebrows at me in question and follows my eyes to the table finding Theo just before he turns away to his friends.

“Y/n?” Hermione says warningly, breaking me into telling them everything.

“Okay fine! Ah, you won’t believe this! You know Theodore?” I squeal.

Harry raises his eyebrows as Ron snaps up from his homework, staring at me, “Who? Nott?”

“Yes,” I reply with my smile getting bigger and bigger as Hermione shakes me by the arm, squealing and giggling. Of course, she’d know, she helped him plan it.

“He asked me to the ball!”

Harry’s frown quickly turns into a huge grin as he looks back at Theo and gives him a thumbs up which Theo returns with an upwards nod and grin.

“And what did you say?” Ron asks, deathly calm.

“I said yes.”

“What?! Why would you do that?” He all but shouts.

“Ron! He’s nice, I want to go with him.”

“How can he be nice he’s a Slytherin.” he sneers.

“Ronald! Why can’t you just be happy for them? At least Nott’s got the courage to ask a girl out.” Hermione says, clearly upset as we both stand up and I stick my tongue out at him, walking out the hall with Hermione as Harry shakes his head disappointedly at Ron.

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A few days after there’s a quidditch match and Theo invites me to come watch him play.

“You should come to the match tomorrow.” He whispers as Slughorn drones on about the origin of Amortentia.

“Which? Slytherin and Hufflepuff?” I whisper back toying with my quill.

“Mhm.”

“Why?” I whisper with a smug smile to which Theo replies with a knowing look.

“You know why.”

“I’d like to hear you say it.”

He sighs before surrendering, “Fine. I’d like it if you were there. Happy now?” “Very,” I say with a smile, gathering my things and standing up as Slughorn dismisses our class.

The match goes well with Slytherin winning and Theo flying down to meet me a few times. He’d hover down and give me a smile or point at me after scoring a quaffle.

“Is that Theo’s?” Hermione asks with a smile, pointing to my scarf.

“What? Oh yeah, it is.” I say with a huge smile seeing the scarf he’d given me that night, engraved in silver with his initials.

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We’d started studying together too. Almost every night, we’d meet up at the library with hot chocolate and a stack of old books, simply sitting together and reading or helping one another with formulas or spells.

“What did you get for number 12?” Theo asks, the smell of his cologne floods my nose as he leans over, his soft hair gently brushing the side of my jaw.

“I got uhm…I got impedimenta” I slightly stuttered, clearly flustered as Theo looked up at me with a smug grin.

“Oh shut up you prick.” I say, shoving him into the large stack of books next to him, making them tip over and him getting a hard stare from the librarian as I silently laugh at him.

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“Hey, have you read this one?” Theo asks, holding a red book up to me with gold lettering on the cover.

The bookshop we’re in is unusually empty compared to the ones I usually go to, this one being Theo’s pick for our trip to Hogsmeade. It seems that there was a part of Hogsmeade that I hadn’t explored yet. Or many other people for that matter.

“Oh yeah, I have, it's so good, the plot twist goes mad.” I say excitedly as Theo raises an eyebrow and puts it in his basket, slowly filling up with books.

The snowstorm outside rages on as I scan the shop from one end to the other for the perfect book to read next (ignoring the reminder in the back of my head that I’ve already got a shelf full of unread books at home).

I pick up a blue book titled, “Edera” and open it up, the story inside intriguing me more than I thought it would. I tear myself away from the book, convincing myself I’d enjoy it more some other time when I’m warmer and decide to check my purse for the change for it instead.

Fuck. I left my wallet in my dorm.

I put the book back where I found it, kicking myself for forgetting my wallet in the rush of getting out early enough and going to where Theo was.

“Hey, ready to go?”

“Yeah almost I just need to pay, you go ahead to the cafe I’ll meet you there.” He says, taking his money out of his coat pocket, approaching the counter.

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When Christmas Day morning came, the entire day leading up to the ball had passed by in a blur. Presents were given, food was eaten and Hermione and I had gotten into a massive snowball fight with Harry, Ron, Ginny and the twins. The girls had teamed up against the boys and crushed them in the snow frenzy.

At five o’clock, Hermione, Ginny and I left to go get ready for the event.

The girls got ready in my room, Ginny being in charge of makeup, Hermione in charge of hair and Y/N in charge of the dresses and accessories.

“You know,” I say clasping a diamond necklace on Hermione’s neck, “even though you’re not going with Ron you can still dance with him.”

“That is if he’s not busy with his Lav Lav.” Hermione replies, mocking Ron’s nickname for Lavender Brown.

“Please, once he sees you, he’ll forget all about her,” Ginny speaks up from her place above me, putting a small silver star clip at the side of my hair.

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I hastily leave the common room and walk up the stairs leading to the entrance hall, Hermione and Ginny had left a few minutes before me as I had misplaced my shoes.

I stop at the top of the staircase, looking around for my friends.

Ginny had spotted me first, she was talking with Fred and Harry, both of whom were with their dates. Ginny saw me before I saw her and shouted my name waving to get my attention.

Theo turned around first, his mouth dropped as he saw me(, in his opinion, Y/N had never looked more beautiful).

He walked over to meet me at the end of the stairs and said, “You…wow…You look stunning. I like the star.” he adds on, smiling.

“Thank you Theo, you look amazing.” I smile brightly up at him.

We meet up with everyone else, me giving a consoling smile to Ron who admittedly didn’t look half bad in his robes and Harry who looked amazing in his. We all complement one another and walk in together, arms linked with each of our dates.

Instead of the long house tables that were usually in the hall, there were about a hundred smaller ones set for a dozen people, littered all around the space. We all went around and moved to one of the smaller tables. The dining hall was adorned with a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with white and blue baubles, the walls of the hall were covered in sparkling silver frost and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy hung under the starry ceiling.

The white plates in front of us were empty, except for a single menu resting on each one.

“What are we supposed to do, starve?” Ron exclaimed as Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said the name of whatever she wanted off the menu and it appeared on her plate.

“Oh, I get it now. Thanks, Mione.” Ron smiles up at her, which she ignores. The rest of us filled in pursuit, eating anything we wished while making jokes with one another.

When all the food had been eaten, Dumbledore stood up from his space on the main table and asked everyone to do the same, he then waved his wand and the tables all zoomed to the walls, leaving the floor clear. He then conjured a raised platform complete with guitars, a lute, a cello and bagpipes.

The Weird Sisters walked up to the stage, exciting a sea of applause, they picked up their instruments to play.

“May I have this dance?” I look to the side of me to see Theo half bent over with one hand at his back and the other extended out for me to take it. I giggle at his crooked smile and take his hand, nodding as he pulls me close to him, swaying gently to the slow song.

“Are you enjoying tonight?” Theo asks softly, looking down at me.

“Mhm, I’m having a wonderful time.” I say grinning up at him as he smiles contentedly and says, “Good.”

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We dance and joke the night away together, completely losing track of time until the ball’s long gone along with everyone else and Theo and I are the only people left in the dimmed hall, laughing at each other's jokes.

“And then he goes, ‘My father will hear about this!’ before she wacks him in the face!” Theo lets out in between laughs, sending me creasing over.

He calms down before I do and looks over at me, fiddling with my shoes in his hands that I’d swapped with his long ago. “I’m so sorry Theo I’m never wearing heels again, I swear.” I had said, to which he replied, “Don’t worry love, I’d swap my shoes with you any day.” leaving me a flustered mess.

“You’re so pretty.” He says simply, smiling at me softly.

I don’t say anything in return but smile and take his hand leading him to the nearest mistletoe, his eyes never leaving me.

“Look up,” I whisper.

He looks up in realisation and down again, eyes darting between my lips and eyes.

He slowly leans in, his cologne swarming around me and butterflies erupting in my tummy as I stand on my tiptoes to meet his lips. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as mine go to the hair in the back of his neck and his bicep, holding each tightly in anticipation.

He lets out a soft groan and I can feel his minty breath on my face but before we can touch we’re broken apart by a shout outside.

“Theodore!” the panicked voice gets closer and closer as we break away and reach for our wands.

Draco appears in the doorway, looking dishevelled with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled up. His usually tidy hair is messy and a look of fear and alarm in his eyes, spreading and overtaking the confusion in Theo’s.

The quiet, calm ambience in the room immediately leaves as Draco stands at the doorway nodding his head silently at Theo.

“No,” Theo whispers softly, his hold on my hand becoming tighter as he leads me behind him in protection.

“Theo, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I thought it would.

When I don’t get a reply from him I ask the same question to Draco, my voice slightly louder now, laced with panic as I look between the two boys.

“We have to go Theodore. Now.” Draco says before he runs out of sight, leaving Theo and me alone again.

“Theo, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask a final time, almost fearing his answer.

“Y/n you need to listen to me very… very carefully.” He says, his voice breaking mid-sentence and his bottom lip quivering.

“Theo…” I hold his hand and he holds mine back tighter.

“It…I…it wasn’t supposed- to be this way I-” He breaks in his words as he holds onto my hands for dear life, tears gathering up in his eyes, threatening to spill out at any second. He takes a deep breath before slowly pulling the robes that were covering his left arm up.

Black ink, seared into his soft skin showing a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

The defaced skin around the mark was red hot, clearly irritated and inflicting pain on him.

My stomach dropped, as did my hands from his and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at my flinching away from him. I looked up at him and saw pure pain written all over his face.

“How long Theo?” My voice comes out quiet and broken as tears glass over my eyes.

“Five months.” He whispers.

His reply feels like a punch to the gut, replacing all my feelings of sadness with betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! You prick! You could’ve told me and I’d fix it, I’d help you fix it Theo, why didn’t you tell me?!” I shout up at him, my fists hitting his strong chest repeatedly as he simply stands there in surrender until my arms and emotions give out and I sob into his chest.

“You can’t.” He says softly, holding me closer as we cry into each other's arms.

He pulls away slightly, still keeping his close hold on me and saying, “Please, please, go to your dorm, lock the door and stay there all night. Please don’t go out for any reason love please just stay there, stay safe, I am begging you.”

“What? Theo, why? No, no I’m- I’m coming with you.”

“No love you can’t. You don’t get it I have to do this, I have to leave.”

“Theo stop, you don’t have to leave, we can go to Dumbledore, we can explain everything, he’ll fix it I know he will.”

“No I…I can’t do this, I'm sorry,” he says with furrowed brows, walking away from me as I walk after him.

“Theo no…please! Theo stop it please, come back.” I say after him, all but begging him to stay.

“This was a mistake,” he says, turning around with a hard look on his face.

“What?” I whisper, feeling like a knife has been pushed through my chest, impaling my heart.

“You heard me.” he nods to himself, hands shaking but keeping the poker face on.

Pain, betrayal, hurt and anger rush through me, chilling me to the bone as my face hardens and tears stop.

“You’re an asshole, Theodore Nott! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” is the last thing I say to Theo before he leaves and with that I’m left alone sobbing on the floor in my gown.

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“Y/n!” Hermione shouts my name as I enter the dorm with puffy eyes.

I look up to find almost everyone from our year sitting around somewhere in the common room, some in gowns and robes and others in pyjamas, nonetheless all holding each other as they cry together.

“Hermione…what’s going on?”

“Dumbledore’s dead,” she answers in a broken whisper, “and Malfoy and Nott are gone.” My stomach drops as my brain goes straight to Draco and Theo. They never deserved this, they’re only kids. We all sit around crying and consoling one another before early morning comes and we go to our dorms.

As I enter my room something on the bed catches my eye, making what’s left of my heart drop to my stomach and tears rush to my eyes once again.

The blue book.

Theo.

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sixth year done!!

lmk what you think please it helps loads<33

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@harrysnovia @timmytime17 @cherry-hoe @jetblackpayne @ash-tarte @coolestgirlhere @lilianelena39

[eyrina-avatar]

Kinktober

prompts: #11 restraints, #20 edging

pairing: adult neteyam x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, fingering. includes a footjob since reader is tied up so don't click if you're not into that lmao😭 (I know it sounds weird af but don't worry, no feet near mouth💀). Don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t have a foot fetish lol. proofread once

“Fuck, do you really have use this rope? I swear I’ll make it up to you!” You huffed out as Neteyam finished tying you up to a tree.

“No use in talking your way out of this yawne, you had it coming for you with your desperate behavior.” He clicked his tongue as he finished securing the last knot.

You squirmed as you tried to wiggle your wrists out, making Neteyam chuckle at the sight.

“Yea, good luck with that.”

You sighed as you accepted defeat, knowing that there was no way to get your hands free.

“You think teasing is nice, huh? Giggling and shit while you get me hard and then not acting on it? Let’s see if you still think so.” And with that Neteyam’s hands made their way down to your loin cloth, fingers playing with the thin string before untying it. Removing the cloth from your hips, his hand played with your thigh, rubbing circles as they approached your core.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his fingers ran around your clit, giving it a few rubs before making way down to your hole and dipping them in.

“All wet, already? So what is it, you get off by seeing me suffer, huh?”

You didn’t respond, too busy wanting him to finish what he started.

“Huh?” Neteyam held your chin up as he waited for a response.

“No…” He raised his eyebrow at your lie.

“Just a bit…” You trailed off.

“I thought so.” Neteyam brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting before he brought it down to your clit and started rubbing.

You couldn’t help but whimper as your already throbbing cunt was being played with.

“Feels so good…” you sighed as the need for more friction grew stronger and the pace of your boyfriend’s hand moved faster.

“Fuck…” you hissed as you threw your head back, legs threatening to shut as your heat started to spread.

“You like that?” Neteyam questioned as you barely managed to shake your head up and down in response.

“F-faster…” you begged as you felt a knot grow in your stomach. His fingers worked as fast as they could as they started rubbing against your nerves harder, heightening your sensitivity.

“Close?” Neteyam smirked as he watched you whimper in your fucked out state.

“Fuck yes!” Your mouth dropped open as your high drew closer and his fingers kept up at an almost impossible pace.

“I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Your moans were interrupted as Neteyam stopped his fingers and pulled them away from your core.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” You tried to reach down to help yourself but were pulled back by the rope tying your hands together.

“Fucking rope.” You muttered to yourself

“How’s that for teasing, huh?” Neteyam smirked at what he thought was a genius plan for payback.

“No, no, no. You can’t be serious, I was so close, what the hell?” You squirmed as you tried rubbing your legs together for as much as you could but it was no avail, your inbounding orgasm had already fallen flat.

“What’s that yawne, didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?” He mockingly cooed at your distraught expression.

“At least untie me so I can finish myself off, dammit. Don’t be a bitch!”

“Look who’s talking.” Neteyam chuckled at your choice of words.

“Fuck you!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Perhaps you were nuts, but your anger made you determined to get “revenge.”And with your hands currently tied up, you had no choice but to use the only other choice available. You smirked, surely Neteyam wouldn’t have expected to have the tables turn on him, no?

You poked his crotch with your foot, not going too far as to just check his reaction.

“Ha, good luck with that. If you’re thinking about using your feet, then I’d like to see you try.” He smirked as he inched forward, cockiness overfilling him.

Luckily for you, his loincloth was already off from your previous teasing with no action that had led to you being tied up.

You sat up and got straight to work, using one foot to hold his cock in place as the other rubbed him up and down while waiting for him to become erect.

“I doubt you’ll get the outcome you’re looking for.” Neteyam chuckled as he watched you struggle trying to get him off. In fact, he even started to feel bad enough that he considered untying your hands but decided not to, interested in seeing how far you would get.

“Yea, that’s not what I’m seeing. Looks like your little friend is kinda excited.” You smirked as his length grew hard before your eyes.

“Whatever…”

You worked hard in steading yourself as both of your feet pumped him up and down, earning a low groan from your lover. You fought the grin that was growing on your face as your pace increased and you his expression.

“So, how am I doing?” Neteyam didn’t answer.

You stopped, pulling your feet away from him.

“Back to work.” Was all he responded before he pulled your legs closer.

Your feet rubbed him up and down and you watched as his face contoured, eyes screwing shut and his breaths increased and his chest began to heave up and down.

Neteyam’s mouth dropped open as his hands held him up from behind.

“Fuck…” He let out out in a barely audible whisper.

You let out a light chuckle as you continued, doing your best to work him up. Neteyam breaths grew heavy and he swore that he could almost see heaven itself as his high lingered in a not so far distance. Perhaps it was because you were mad but your pace today was unusually harsh, almost bringing him over the edge.

“Oh shit….”

“Close?” You cocked your head innocently at him as you waited for a response. He shook his head up and down as he swallowed hard, feeling his high draw painfully near.

You kept going and knew he was close as you felt his cock lightly twitch in your hold.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop!” You continued pumping him up and down as fast as you could.

“Ah, ha ha.. I’m gonna-” You stopped in your tracks, removing your feet and folding them under your lap as if nothing.

“What the fuck, why’d you stop?” Neteyam stared at you, mouth open in shock.

“Why’d you stop?” You mocked as you smirked at him.

“Ohh. I see how it is.” Neteyam got up and untied your hands, letting them drop to your sides.

“What’s wrong, not what you expected?” You raised your eyebrows in a cocky manner at him.

“Nah, you’re just in for a rough night, sweetheart.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Made this last minute as I had no new kinktober content for this week.

If you see any grammar/post errors lmk, I proofread this thing only once so some words are just bound to repeat.

as always, comments/reblogs are always much appreciated as they help support and motivate your favorite writers, thank you!

tags: @daeneeryss , @eyweveng , @vee1728 , @pandoraslxna

@justonesadlonelymoth @skywonder

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[queenofsimpsblog]

griot - shuri x reader

A/N: LMAO I GOT THIS IDEA IN THE SHOWER AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS SO I DECIDED TO WRITE IT

is the idea dumb? yes. is it gonna flop? maybe. am i still gonna write it? fuck yeah!!

dedicated to @locoforshuri i think ur really cool and i think you might like this so please read it my mutual bb <3

you waddled your way into shuri’s lab. being 4 months pregnant, you became extra clingy than usual and your hormones were all over the place. you figured spending some time with shuri might calm you down a bit.

you walked in and instantly noticed shuri’s frustrated state. you saw the images displayed on the blue screen in front of her, and remembered that this was the project she’d been stressing on a lot lately. it was a security system for the palace. she wanted to reinforce the building as you’d be welcoming a child soon, and wanted to keep it safe so that no harm would ever come to your child.

her muscles were tensed. you slowly walked up to her and covered her eyes with your palms. “guess who?”

“oh, is that riri?”

you swiftly moved your hands from her eyes to slap her on the arm. she giggled and turned around to give you a hug, mindful of your growing baby belly.

“hello, my love. i missed you. and you.” she said, moving down to kiss your baby bump.

“i saw how worked up you looked. wanna take a break and get some ice cream?”

“i’d love to, but i’m almost done with this algorithm. just wait for about half an hour? i promise i’ll be done after that!”

you sighed but nodded. shuri smiled widely and gave you a long, passionate kiss before turning back to her work station. you waddled to one of the couches in the lab and sat down, picking up a magazine on the table next to you to pass time.

after half an hour was up, shuri was almost done with the algorithm, but then accidentally hit the delete button instead of save.

“damnit! griot, can you retrieve the algorithm i just deleted?”

“it appears the recently deleted folder has glitched for some reason. i don’t think i’ll be able to access it.”

“oh for bast’s sake!! i did not design you to be this incompetent!!”

for some reason, hearing shuri yell at griot triggered something in you. you started crying and walked up to shuri, grabbing the end of the table as you tried to stabilise yourself.

“griot, can you hear me?” you sobbed out.

“yes, queen y/n.”

“i’m sorry shuri is being mean to you. she doesn’t mean it. she’s actually really sweet. she’s just a little stressed out right now, with a baby on the way and this thing she’s been working on for so long. i promise she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

shuri was never more confused in her entire life. she knew your mood swings were severe and unpredictable. but this?

what made the situation even weirder is that griot started crying too.

“i do everything panther asks for, and it’s never enough. i know i make mistakes sometimes, but all algorithms glitch!”

the sight was hilarious. just you and griot sobbing together. shuri figured out that there was a bug in her system so she resolved that to make griot stop sobbing.

at first, she didn’t know how to calm you down. but then she realised what she had to do.

“griot.” she cleared her throat.

“yes, panther?” by now griot stopped sobbing and spoke clearly.

“i apologise for my rude behaviour. even though you’re an ai and have no feelings, i must still speak to you nicely. i hope we can move on from this and still work together?”

“of course, panther. no hard feelings.”

you stopped crying after that and wiped your cheeks. you smiled at shuri.

“see, griot? i told you she’s really sweet.”

“what’s sweeter is the ice cream we’re about to have. my lady?” shuri extends her hand and you take it, walking out of the lab together, talking about which flavour of ice cream you’re gonna get and what toppings you’re gonna ask for.

*lil bonus scene cuz you guys deserve it*

when the lab is emptied out, griot plays thot shit by megan thee stallion and quietly sings along.

“i’m a bad bitch”

BAHAHAHAH I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF THE ENTIRE TIME WRITING THIS AND I HOPE I MADE YALL SMILE TOO

[babybluebex]

amnesia | eddie munson blurb

eddie survives the demobats by the skin of his teeth and, when he wakes up, he doesn’t remember you. (remember i told y’all that this is short lmao)

You were thankful that you were able to get him to a hospital. It was a miracle in itself that you and Dustin had managed to get Eddie out of the Upside Down by yourselves, and it was even more impressive that you were able to get him into the van and to the hospital. The nurse asked you for a lot of information when they first took Eddie back for emergency surgery, and you had said that he had gotten hurt during the earthquake. It made sense to you, and the nurse didn’t ask any further questions about it, so that was what officially happened. As you tried to sleep in the hard chairs of the hospital waiting room, that was what you willed into truth; no bats, no Vecna, just an earthquake. 

The doctor pulled you back into his room several hours later, and you were beyond relieved that he was awake in the bed. He definitely seemed out of it, probably hopped up on pain meds and everything, but you grabbed his hand and stroked the back of his palm as the doctor talked. “Head trauma,” he said. “Concussion. He might have memory issues for a few days, but it’ll all come back to him soon.”

“Oh, good,” you sighed, looking at Eddie. He was looking at you with confusion, like he didn’t know who you were, and your heart sank. Oh God. “Eddie?” you asked carefully. “Do you know who I am?” 

“No,” Eddie replied. “Should I?” 

Yes, you wanted to tell him. I’m your girlfriend, I’m the reason you went into the Upside Down in the first place— you only wanted to protect me. We’ve been together for three months, since Christmas. I steal your cigarettes and you steal kisses. Remember me! Instead, you only sniffled and wiped your nose on your wrist. “No,” you told him. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie.”

“I-I feel like I should know you,” Eddie said, his words slurring slightly. He had only just gotten out of surgery maybe an hour ago, hardly awake from the anesthetic, and you figured that that probably contributed to his memory lapse, along with the concussion, but it only hurt your heart. “I know you, I call you something silly…” 

“Well, you call me all sorts of things,” you chuckled lightly. “Sweetheart and baby and princess, all kinds of… Of silly stuff.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened a bit, and he looked down at his hand in yours for a moment before he said, “Are you my girlfriend?” 

You sniffled again. “Yeah, bud,” you replied. “I’m your girlfriend.” 

“Oh my God,” Eddie said. “Wow! I have a girlfriend! I never thought I’d have one of those…”

“Aw, Ed,” you whispered, and you reached up, carefully brushing his hair behind his ear. You always did that before you kissed him, admiring his dark eyes before you leaned in. “Well, you have a girlfriend. How does it feel?” 

“Real good,” Eddie said. “And you’re so pretty too! Do you play Dungeons and Dragons?” 

You laughed. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s how we met; I joined the Hellfire Club and got a huge crush on you.”

“Do you like metal?” he asked next, still gazing at you in wonder. It’s like he couldn’t believe that you were real and in front of him, and you couldn’t help your giggle. 

“I mean,” you shrugged. “I’ll listen to it if you put it on. You know what I did for your birthday, though?” 

“What?” Eddie asked.

“I got you Ozzy tickets,” you told him. “And Metallica was opening for them. The concert was supposed to be last night, but…” 

“But what?” Eddie asked. “Is that why I’m here? I got hurt in the pit or somethin’? Most metal ever!”

Your heart thumped at the repetition of the same words he had said after, truly, one of the most metal performances ever, and you swallowed thickly. “No, Ed,”you said softly. “I’ll explain more later—“ The doctor hadn’t left the room yet— “But there was an earthquake last night, just before we were supposed to leave for the concert. You got hurt. I was worried that… Well, that you had been hurt really badly. That you were dying or dead or…” You sighed, and you said, “I’m just glad you’re okay. Your memory will come back, and everything will be alright.” 

[gigi-the-writer]

We all know if Flug has a crush he’d have to hide it from BH lest he gets his shit kicked in, but what about the others?

Does someone like, say, Demencia or 505 pick up on little nuances or tells and try to meddle? Does it take a little guessing before they arrive to that conclusion, or do they see right through him right off the bat, the former teasing him relentlessly? On one hand, Demencia might not pay attention at first, but on the other hand, if she can smell fear, I kind of wonder if she could sniff out him making heart eyes at you when you aren’t looking 🤔

What little details might one notice that could be potential clues? Is he a little more nervous, or does he do a 180 and act a little more cocky? I could see him trying to “study” them in a way, does he avoid them more, etc? What subtle changes would clue someone in to Flug having a crush on them, and how would they potentially score some brownie points in his book?

(And I’m sure that I’d they ever found out, Dem and Fives would have some sort of bet going on for the two of you lmao)

Demencia isn’t as dumb as some people may think. She’s just pretty reckless and jumps into things without thinking a whole lot.

She picks up on a few little things, the doctor tends to genuinely laugh and appears to like spending time with you in any way, you two are seen having breaks together, etc.

I’d say Flug can..kind of be a show off? We already know he’s got a big ego when it comes to his intelligence so he tends to be like ‘Hey look what I made’ a lot of the time, but he’s still very nervous, wondering how you’ll react though.

He does keep physical or verbal affection on the down low, and keeps it as professional as much as it can be.

Listen to him ramble, and occasionally reply with a ‘yes’ or an ‘mhm’ to tell him you’re still listening and not just pretending.

Demencia makes fun of him, constantly being like ‘if you don’t do this for me, I guess I’ll just have to tell them that you LOOOOVE them!!”

Giggles like a maniac when she sees you two hanging out together.

I will say this again, he will limit a lot of things, especially affection, between you two in the relationship. BlackHat’s probably get ears or eyes all over the island. So both of you should be careful.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Love Again | PJM (Drabble #1)

Drabble Summary: Taehyung begs for you, Jimin and him to share a triple kiss on New Year’s. You both know how ridiculous Taehyung is…but maybe you’ll humor him.

Pairing: Love Again!Jimin x Love Again!Female reader

Genre: lots of fluff 🫶, smut and tiny, underlying angst

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, use of pot brownies (unknowingly), party party yeah, some secrets :( (iykyk) lots of kissing, flirting, relationship cuteness, love confessions, groping, vaginal fingering, oral (fem rec) shower sex (unprotected) multiple orgasms and yes, a new years triple kiss lmao

 A/N:  A little something for the Love Again series. This is a drabble request that I thought would be fun! 🫦Sorry it’s late but happy new year everyone! This drabble is set in the past when they were still in University! I know this is a bit longer for a drabble so forgive me. It’s pretty fluffy but since we know how things turn out for them…also kind of sad hehe. I’d love to chat with you guys so let me know what you think :]

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“Not this again, Taehyung.” You dismiss the pouting man who sits across from you at the little table in yours and Jimin’s kitchen. “You’re getting the same answer as last year.”

“Oh really? You know what the tells me?” Taehyung  starts shaking a finger at you, “That you haven’t changed at all. Like, wow. Last year you is also this years you? No change? No growth? Think about—”

“—We aren’t kissing you, dude.” Jimin says monotonously as he flips the page of a script he’s trying to memorize. 

“At least think about—”

“—No.” Jimin hums, eyes scanning the page. “Right, babe?”

“Right.” You nod. “No kissing on New Year’s.”

“Well, we’re kissing.” Jimin finally looks up from the script, eyes finding yours and then his lips curve into a sly smile. “We could even kiss right now.”

“Should we?” You lean into your boyfriend, “I wouldn’t mi—”

“—You guys make me feel like I’m not even a part of this throuple sometimes.” Taehyung whines loudly, body leaning back in his chair. “Let’s just triple kiss already.”

You finally lean away from Jimin and look at Taehyung again, “We aren’t a throuple.” You deadpan. “And stop saying it so loud! What if we were in public!”

“Oh, wow…suddenly you guys are ashamed of me?” Taehyung brings his hand over his heart, “No one’s going to love you both the way I do.” Then he frowns, “Actually you guys are really lovable so…”

“Anyway,” You pull your phone out to get a look at the time, “What time did you have to be at the theatre again, Jimin?”

“At four. But I think I’m going to go a little earlier to talk to Mr. Smith about the script.” Jimin answers, eyes focused on the papers in hand again. “Are you going with me?”

“No, I need to go shopping for something cute for the New Years party.” You nudge your boyfriend’s shoulder and smirk at him, “You know, the party where you and I can make out at midnight.”

Jimin chuckles before closing the script and setting it onto the table, “Hmm,” His arm goes around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. “We should start kissing during the countdown so when it turns midnight it’s like we’re connected at the end of one year and the beginning of another.”

“That’s a great idea.” Taehyung cuts in, “We as in the three of—”

“—Taehyung.” You start giggling. “You said you wanted to go shopping with me, right? Let’s leave now, I want to go to a few places.”

Taehyung slumps his shoulders and juts his lip out, “Fine.”

“You’re leaving now?” Jimin asks you. “Mind picking up pizza and bringing it back? We can eat together when I’m home too.”

“Sure.” You smile before leaning in and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”

~

After three stores, you finally find some better options at the fourth one. It’s not like you don’t think other choices weren’t cute…you just weren’t feeling them. But Taehyung urged you to come to another store that’s known for being quite pricey but you honestly haven’t spoiled yourself in a while so why not?

“What about this?” Taehyung shows you a short, little red dress but you aren’t a fan of the sleeves so you shake your head and he groans. “Really? It’s nice, isn’t it?” He eyes it again before shrugging and placing it back on the rack.

You slide your fingers over a handful of different dresses on another rack, “I kind of want something—oh.” You pause, grabbing the hanger of something that finally catches your eye. “Now this is something I would wear.” You bring the dress away from you, excitement bubbling. “I’ll try it on!” You exclaim, spinning in the direction of the fitting rooms. 

“Okay, I’ll get into my photographer persona.” Taehyung smirks, “Jimin is going to go crazy.”

You get into the changing room, discarding your jeans and fluffy, turtle neck sweater. The spaghetti strap dress is a gorgeous shade of viridian, fluid and silky. It falls over your body in one smooth motion, not too tight but not too loose. It goes below your knees but one leg is revealed up to your upper thigh thanks to the flirty slit. Oh yes, this dress is perfect.

You do a few turns, checking out your figure and feel pretty good about it. But of course, you’d value another opinion. You pull the dressing room curtain to the side and strut out cutely while Taehyung gasps loudly making you laugh.

“That’s good, right?” You do a little spin, “What do we think?”

“I think I was right.” Taehyung nods, “Jimin is going to go crazy. And probably everyone else at Jungkook’s party.” He chuckles before motioning towards you with a hand. “Now pose!” 

You do a few poses and Taehyung captures some pictures on his phone. “Okay, I’ll send them to you.” He tells you, eyes on his screen for a few moments. “Or should I send them to Jimin?”

“No…I think this is the one so…” You nibble on your bottom lip before breaking into a small smile. “I’ll surprise him instead.”

Taehyung lifts his eyes to you, “Ohoho.” He starts wiggling his brows, “You trying to get him to pop the question already? This dress might be able to do that.”

“No!” You giggle, palms gliding over the silk. “Not for a while longer!”

“Uh huh.” Taehyung puts his phone back into his pocket. “I sent you the pics.”

“Nice.” You turn from him to head back into the dressing room. “I’ll get changed.”

“Hey y/n.” Taehyung suddenly blurts, you stop and take a look behind you.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung looks more serious suddenly, making a crease form between your brows in question. He looks down for a moment, his mouth opening to speak but he clearly hesitates.

“What’s up?” You question him again.

“Um,” Taehyung rocks back on his heels, thoughts running loose in his brain before he finds the right words and he locks eyes with you again. “If Jimin proposed…would you say yes?” 

You push your head back in surprise at his question, a smile appearing suddenly. “What? If Jimin…Taehyung, Jimin and I agreed we wouldn’t take that step until way after graduation.”

“I know.” Taehyung speaks quickly, “But if he did…would you?”

You blink at your friend, cracking another smile. “Well, I wouldn’t not, I guess. But we’re wait—”

“—You’d never break up with Jimin, right?” He cuts in, expectant eyes on you. “Like, obviously he’d never cheat on you but any other reason…you wouldn’t, right?”

You innocently tilt your head, “Why would I ever break up with him? No!” Now you laugh, “I’d follow that man to the ends of the Earth!” 

Taehyung immediately grins, huge and boxy. “Exactly! Because you’re soulmates!” 

You continue to giggle, “Of course.” And then you walk back inside the room, curtain sliding to close again. 

Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, wide smile still on his lips. “I really hope that’s true.” He whispers to himself before sighing out and lowering his arms. “Now hurry up so we can go already!”

~~~

You still have a few hours before the party tonight, you and Jimin just relaxing on your sofa with a movie pulled up but neither of you are paying too much attention to it.

“I just really think I deserved better than a C.” You whine to Jimin, head in his lap as he caresses your waist. “I know my final assignment was late but barely.” 

“Only one semester left, baby.” Jimin reminds you, “You won’t even think about that class or that professor ever again after this is all done.”

You lift yourself from Jimin’s lap as you scoff, even though you know he’s right. “I still want to write her a 7 out of 10 review.”

Jimin looks at you, clearly amused. “7 is pretty high, you know that, right?”

You narrow your eyes, “But it could have been a 10 out of 10.”

“You just don’t have it in you to write an actual bad review.” He teases, “My sweet girl.”

You playfully roll your eyes but you feel your cheeks grow warm. You’ve been dating for a few years but words like that still make your heart skip around. You’re his. 

“Taehyung asked me about our future plans.” You decide to bring up yesterday’s shopping trip. “And when we want to, you know…” You cutely show him your hand and point to your ring finger. 

Jimin’s lips curve so invitingly, his hands sneaking their way to your hips. “Oh?” He pulls you closer to him, urging you to climb in his lap. “Should we forget our plan and do it now, baby?”

You laugh, heat trailing up your spine. You softly throw a leg over his and get comfortable in his lap while his hands rub up and down your sides. “Depends. How badly do you want to be with me forever?”

Jimin stares into your eyes and you see something peculiar swirl in his but you see how he mentally shakes it off and smiles for you. “Pretty badly.” He says quietly. 

You don’t mean to furrow your brows but like always, Jimin sees gears turning in your head and his hands creep up to your jaw. “It’s nothing. I just really love you.”

“Okay…” You take his word for it despite seeing something sad flash across his face. “I really love you too.”

“And I’m more than happy with sticking with our plan. Live the post grad slash adult life for a while before we get engaged and married.” Jimin’s thumbs brush against both of your cheeks. “But I can’t wait for it. I can never think of my future without seeing you there next to me.”

The little bit of nerves from his earlier oddness quickly dissipates as he said that. You try to suppress a smile but you’re unsuccessful. Lips spreading before you lean down and kiss him in a hurry. Jimin’s hands slide to the back of your neck, deepening your sudden kiss.

You barely pull away, lips still ghosting his when you say, “Good. You’re my best friend, Jimin. I can’t imagine not seeing you or talking to you every second of every day.”

He softly chuckles against your mouth, “I hope that would never happen.”

“Never.” You grin before pushing against him again, lips connecting more slowly. 

Jimin’s hands slide down your back before he’s softly grabbing a handful of your ass, making you drop harder onto his crotch. You break the kiss with another smile, “I have to start getting ready soon, baby.”

“We could just skip the whole party.” Jimin licks the corner of his lips as he gazes at you, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just lay in bed—”

“—Taehyung would murder us.”

“Speaking of Taehyung I think he texted the group a little while ago but I didn’t check it. Have you?” Jimin’s hands massage your hips now. 

You snort, “Yeah. He said something about kissing at midnight again. You know, the three of us.”

Jimin laughs too, “He’s fucking ridiculous. You think he’ll ever give up?”

“Taehyung? Yeah right.”

“Somehow it’d be weird if he finally did, huh?” Jimin bites down onto his bottom lip as he conceals a heartwarming smile. “He’s truly something.”

“I might actually get offended.” You play along, “But we know him too well, don’t we?”

“Definitely.” Jimin says, eyebrows rising when he remembers something. “By the way, my parents will be in town sometime next week and want to get dinner with us.”

“They want the ramen place, don’t they?”

“They always want it.” He chuckles, “Although, I don’t know what day they’ll come.”

“Okay.” You hum, fingers splayed against Jimin’s chest. He’s warm. And his heart beating is so soothing to feel under your fingertips.

“Oh yeah, whose party is it by the way?” Jimin asks you, “Do we know them?”

“Uh,” You try to remember Taehyung’s friends name. “I think it’s Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” Jimin thinks about it before his face falls. “Wait, the guy who flirted with you last time?”

You purse your lips and lightly swat Jimin’s chest, “Who was flirting with me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re oblivious, my love.”

“I’m not oblivious. But I am kind of gross. I still have to take a shower and get ready.”

“Oh, should I join you?” Jimin’s hips barely buck into you without him meaning to. “Could wash you up.”

“Oh really?” You smirk, returning his desire with the grind of your hips. “You promise you won’t try to fuck me in there?”

“What happens if I do?”

“Then I guess you do.” 

You and Jimin giggle, kissing messily as you both stumble into the bathroom and get the hot water running in the shower. Clothes come off piece by piece and needy tension fills the small bathroom, filling in every empty gap with lust. Jimin’s tongue slips between your lips as you reach for his hardening cock and he moans breathlessly into your mouth.

“Has to…” You slightly pull away from your boyfriend, front teeth digging into your bottom lip when Jimin’s fingers spread your folds, gently rubbing against your clit, setting your nerves on fire. “Has to be quick,” You close your eyes, Jimin’s mouth hot on your neck now, teeth scraping against your skin. “Jimin…”

“We will be.” He states, tongue licking right below your ear. “Got to wait for the water to get warmer…”

You try to quickly shove your free hand under the running water but fail when your entire arm drops as two of Jimin’s fingers push into your core, body going tense at the sudden act.

“Fuck.” You release a shaky breath, “Water…mm, probably warm.”

Jimin leans away from you, his two fingers massaging your walls with no interruption as he stares at you with dark, hypnotizing eyes. He’s smooth with it, his other hand testing the water as he continues to finger you and watch you with a desperate but controlled want. “Come like this first.” He tells you, eyes still boring into yours and his hand is still getting poured on from the shower. 

“I don’t know if this—”

“—Not enough for you?” His eyes slowly trail across your naked body until he’s trapped in a trance. He watches how his fingers fuck into you. “Don’t tell me you’re really that…” He begins to curl his fingers making your mouth fall open, eyes looking heavier. “You’re sure this won’t be enough…because fucking look at you.” He whispers, almost satisfied.

Your hands go to Jimin’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright but he’s right. He’s hitting a spot that’s making you want to fall apart. You think you could but suddenly Jimin drops to his knees, his arm hooking under your knee to get you to throw your leg over his shoulder.

“Jimin…” You moan his name, eyes shutting completely when his lips attach themselves to your aching clit, his tongue pressing against it firmly before he’s swirling it around in messy strides. Now this is exactly what you needed.

Your fingers go to his hair, pulling at the dark strands, making him groan into your wet heat. Losing your balance, your back meets the bathroom wall next to the shower, your wonton whines echoing. His fingers continue to fuck you while he focuses on eating you out exactly the way you love. A fiery warmth is building between your legs, your hips rutting against Jimin’s face as you prepare for your orgasm. You pull his hair harder, a long, drawn out moan spills as you chase your high.

“Fuck, Jimin, I’m…” You breathe erratically, unable to speak when you’re finally falling into a warm and powerful end. It’s gone and crashed into you with a barely there warning. Legs going weak and grip on Jimin’s hair loosening, he finally pulls away from you, rising up while he licks his lips in satisfaction. 

“The water is probably warm now.” He says, hands going to your waist as he peels you off the wall and kisses your parted lips. You’re still trying to breathe evenly again. “Should we wash up?”

“You’re so…” You laugh, feeling lightheaded. 

“So…amazing?” He teases you, “Come on.”

You lean into him, kissing him again before you glance down and notice how very hard he is. You pull him into the shower with you, your body soaking up all the warm water, streams of it sliding down your naked bodies. 

“I’m excited to see what you’re wearing tonight.” Jimin grabs the shampoo bottle, “Taehyung told me I’m going to go crazy for you.”

“But aren’t you always crazy for me?” You take the bottle from him, “I’ll wash your hair first.”

“Thanks babe.” His wet fingers stroke your equally wet cheek. 

“I think you’ll like the dress, by the way.” You squeeze some shampoo into your palm before massaging it into Jimin’s scalp. “It’s viridian.” 

“It’s…what?”

“Like greenish, bluesish? But more green.” You explain to him with a laugh, “I love the color.”

“Oh.” He chuckles, eyes closing as you continue to wash his hair. “Sounds pretty.”

You and Jimin continue to get washed up in the shower as you both chat about random things when you finally reach for his length, fingers wrapping around it tightly making him groan.

“How are you still so hard?” You question him with slow words, “So hard.”

Jimin steps closer to you, hands on your hips. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re here…naked and now got your pretty fingers wrapped around my dick.”

“Oh real—”

You stop talking when Jimin uses his hands on your hips to quickly turn you, facing away from him, a small gasp leaving your mouth when he pushes his crotch onto your ass. “I’ve waiting long enough, right?” His mouth is at your ear. “I can fuck you now?”

You have no reason to conceal the growing smile on your face, clearly satisfied as you push your ass into him more.

“I guess I got my answer.” Jimin is flush against you, your feet moving forward when your cheek meets the cold shower wall. Jimin’s hand travels down to his needy length, fingers wrapping around it as he slaps his cock against your ass before he’s sliding it between your cheeks. “Love you baby.” He says, cockhead finally lowered enough to slip between your folds and circle around your hole. 

“Mm,” You close your eyes when he begins pushing inside you, his hands moving your hips backwards. 

Once he’s fully entered, he keeps himself buried for a few moments, his heavy breaths heating up the shell of your ear. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You wiggle your hips, hinting you need more now.

Jimin stands upright, fingers digging into your hips when he starts pulling out, a guttural moan caught in his throat as he rocks back into you. He can’t believe how lucky he is. To have you, your soul, your body, all his and he feels content knowing this is for him forever. He can’t imagine feeling this complete or connected to anyone else.

“Baby…” You softly cry out, his pelvis slapping against your ass, his speed picking up but his thrusts remain deep and precise. 

Jimin holds on to you tightly, his face tilted towards the running water, cock slipping in and out of you with ease, the wetness between your legs so distinctly different from the shower water. You’re so full of him, wondering how he is able to make you feel this fucking elated. 

Jimin can feel the tightness in his balls as they slap against your body, his abs flexing with each movement but he isn’t sure how much longer he can take this. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He curses, his hands urging you to fall back on his chest while he continues to fuck you and suddenly his fingers are rubbing your clit messily. “Come again.” He begs you, fingers desperate as he triggers every nerve. 

Your moans are louder now that it’s his cock fucking you. You squeeze around him making him slam his eyes shut, trying so hard to fuck you without coming already but he’s losing this battle. “Baby I’m going to come.” He warns, his thrusts faster. “Think your pretty pussy can come for me again?”

His words send that last little nudge you needed to feel the magic rise throughout your body, you’re unable to respond but Jimin knows it worked when you clench around him uncontrollably. Broken whimpers leaving your mouth in pure pleasure as you come all around his cock. 

“Jimin, yes, fuck…” You breathe out roughly, feeling lightheaded again, especially as you suffocate in the hot water. 

Jimin groans loudly, his cock leaving your sated cunt before he’s jacking himself off and spilling his cum all over your ass. He watches as the water washes it away, erratic breaths and a pleased smile growing on his lips. 

“We’re probably going to be late.” You lazily turn to face Jimin, “And we probably wasted a lot of water.”

“Two things that are probably true.” Jimin pulls you into his chest, fingers caressing the space between your shoulder blades. “But did you enjoy it?”

“Why would I say no to that?” You joke, a lost, dreamy look in your eyes as you pull back and look at him. “I’m so in love with you that I’m willing to be late and waste water.” 

Jimin chuckles, “Should probably wash up again, huh?”

~

Jimin’s eyes keep going back and forth between you and the road ahead. Taehyung wasn’t kidding, this dress is making him go crazy. The silky material wrapped around your body so fucking sexily and the way one leg is so indecently exposed. You’re so beautiful and it took everything in him not to fuck you again once you were all ready to go.

“I can practically hear your thoughts babe.” You tell him nonchalantly as you gaze out the window, “They’re pretty loud. And inappropriate.”

“So you know what you do to me then?” Jimin cracks a sly smile, “And you still wore this? You’re going to make me look at you all night while you look this fucking gorgeous, huh?”

“Just don’t look at me.” You tease, head finally turning in his direction. 

“That’s impossible. My eyes will always find you.”

“Self-control baby.”

“I don’t want to think about self-control when you’re looking this stunning, my love.”

“Well, what about you?” You eye him over while gesturing towards him. “You look hot as fuck tonight too.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glances at you while he shows you a mock serious face. “I can pull over right now so we can fuck.”

You can’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling and Jimin joins you. “Hurry up and drive.”

You and Jimin finally make it to Jungkook’s apartment complex. Neither of you have been here before but you’ve met Taehyung’s friends before on a few occasions but Jungkook is probably the most known for you both. Although, you aren’t close. 

You guys search for his apartment number but it gets obvious which apartment it is thanks to the loud music spilling from the cracks of the front door. 

“Taehyung says we can just walk in.” You mumble, feeling unsure since that feels a bit intrusive. 

“Should we?” Jimin asks, “Let’s just knock first.”

But you’re both realizing why Taehyung said it. No one is hearing any measly knocks when the music is as loud as it is. With a soft whine, you decide to open the door anyway.

And wow, the party is in full motion.

This is exactly what you expect a full blown college New Year’s party to look like. Tons of people, tons of alcohol, tons of dancing. 

“Let’s try to find Taehyung.” Jimin says in your ear as he reaches for you hand. “He’s probably wherever shots are taking place.”

You guys know him best because when you enter the kitchen, you’re met with the sight of Taehyung already drunk, throwing back a shot with a few girls and his face completely lights up when he spots you and Jimin.

“My soulmates are here!” He excitedly yells out, tripping over his own feet when he makes his way to you both. “Finally!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jimin laughs, letting Taehyung give him a tight hug. Jimin returns it just as tight.

“I missed you guys.” Taehyung slurs, pulling away from Jimin before he’s scooping you up next. 

“You saw us yesterday.” You tease your friend, the smell of alcohol basically leaking from his skin but his cologne creates something more pleasant. “I see you’re already going hard.”

“When am I not hard? But yeah, I am extra hard right now.” Taehyung says with a straight face but you and Jimin both try so hard not to laugh, unable to keep a straight face. “Anyway, since you’re here it’s time to get fucked up.”

“Not fucked up.” Jimin sighs out, “I drove here.”

“Just sleep here or get a ride home.” Taehyung slurs with a shrug. “We are celebrating tonight you beautiful losers.”

“Taehyung’s right.” You nudge Jimin’s shoulder, “Let’s not think about it, just have fun.”

Jimin chews his lips but ends up grinning, “Okay.”

~

It’s 10pm now and Taehyung has managed to get you and Jimin swallowing multiple shots now. You cringe at the cheap liquor burning your throat each time but after some time, you notice the burn less and less thanks to your tipsy, tipsy state. 

You are wondering how Taehyung is still standing at this point, but his tolerance for alcohol is truly something. Although, he is very drunk.

“And I told him, wait, what did…oh yeah, I said—Oh! Jungkook!” Taehyung stops telling a story that made zero sense when he spots the host of the party. “Come!” He excitedly waves him over.

Jungkook gives a nod in greeting before he starts walking over, his eyes on you and Jimin when he openlychecks you out. Not that you noticed. But Jimin sure did.

“Wow,” Jungkook grins. “You look great.” He says. Only to you. Then he smirks at Jimin, “You too, bud.” 

“Thanks.” Jimin deadpans. 

Jimin is never outwardly jealous but this Jungkook guy really likes pushing his buttons like this lately. You guys barely even know the dude. What is he? Some kind of girlfriend stealer?

“Thanks for inviting us!” You tell him, “Your place is super nice. You’re in college, aren’t you supposed to be broke and suffering like the rest of us?”

“My parents are loaded.” Jungkook shows a toothy grin.

“Wow.” You nod, completely impressed. “Must be nice.”

“Eh, I guess.” He shrugs, “If nice is being totally controlled and afraid of them then yeah, sure.” He continues to smile while your face shifts into something more awkward.

“Oh.” You blink at him.

“No big deal, will probably need therapy later. But right now?” He nods in satisfaction as he eyes his apartment. “Well, right now, I’m living my best fucking life.”

You slowly nod too before leaning into Taehyung, “This kind of got dark.”

Taehyung cackles loudly, “Jungkook is hilarious, right?”

“That’s a word for it.” Jimin says.

“Anyway, have you guys eaten?” Jungkook asks, smile still on his lips. “There’s lots of snacks! Oh, actually…” Jungkook holds up a finger before disappearing for a moment when he returns with a couple of brownies. “You guys have to try these. They’re too die for.”

“Brownies!” You slur, excitement lighting up your eyes. Your eager hands reach for two pieces, handing one to Jimin who just frowns. 

“I shouldn’t.” He looks legit sad. “I have to show my abs in one scene and I want them to—”

“Babe.” You cut him off, voice muffled because you’re already taking several way too big bites of the treat. “One brownie isn’t going to make you lose your abs. Just eat it.”

“She’s right!” Taehyung cheers alongside you when Jimin finally starts eating the brownie as well.

“So yummy, right?” You even lick your fingers after finishing it. “I want another one.”

“Eh, one is probably enough.” Jungkook tells you, “I should probably go mingle with some other guests. See you guys around.” He winks before walking off.

“That guy flirts with you.” Jimin leans into your body, his own drunkenness evident. “I don’t like it.”

“He doesn’t!” You say, completely distracted when you hear music and singing in the living room. “I think they’re doing karaoke!” 

Jimin’s interest gets piqued. “Karaoke?”

“Don’t forget to kiss me at midnight guys.” Taehyung giggles to himself, watching as you both begin to disappear from his view.

He decides to head to the bathroom, his bladder complaining about all the liquid he’s consumed tonight when he runs into Jungkook again. 

“Yooooo.” Jungkook pats Taehyung on the back, “Did you see Jimin’s face when I checked y/n out?” He begins snickering, “Ah, he was so pissed.”

Taehyung laughs too, raising a hand for Jungkook to high five it with his own. “This plan will totally work.”

“He still hasn’t told her, huh?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, “About his audition?”

“Nope.” Taehyung looks sad now, “Not at all.”

“Maybe it won’t go anywhere though!”

“Jimin’s the fucking best. He’s going to get accepted, dude.” Taehyung slumps his shoulders, “I just hope it doesn’t tear them apart or anything. They’re soulmates.”

“I thought you said you were also their soulmate?” Jungkook jokes even though Taehyung takes that seriously.

“I am.” He says firmly and cutely. “That’s why I know they’re destined for one another. Fate and all of that.”

“You’re so weird about the three of you.” Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. 

Taehyung suddenly remembers his dream from last night, “Want to know something fucking wild?” Taehyung slurs with a smirk.

“What?”

“Last night,” He begins recalling his dream. “We had a fucking threesome. It was so fucking hot! I mean, damn…” Taehyung begins describing his dream in overwhelming detail. Jungkook’s eyes going wide every five seconds when Taehyung reveals something new. “Hot, right?” He grins at his friend.

“Wow.” Jungkook looks shocked but he nods, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you guys were actually like that.”

Jungkook has no idea Taehyung only described a dream.

“It was a good time.” Taehyung looks up dramatically, hand over his heart like he’s thanking the gods for such a great dream.

“Wild.”

~

You and Jimin are singing along to karaoke with a few people you’ve never met before but with all the alcohol in your system, you’re feeling brave and free and good.

After 40ish minutes singing song after song, you guys see Jungkook joining in and he’s coming towards you both.

“I see the brownies are taking effect.” He grins. “Well, especially for you, y/n. Your eyes are…” He gestures towards you, teasing smile on his face.

You frown, confused by what he means when Jimin asks for you.

“Take effect?” He questions Jungkook, facing falling serious.

“Yeah?” Jungkook tilts his head innocently. “You don’t feel it yet?”

“Feel what?” Jimin blinks lazily.

“They’re…” Jungkook pauses, biting his lip for a moment. “I told you guys they were pot brownies, right?”

“They’re what now?” You stick a finger in your ear and pretend like you’re cleaning it. “I don’t think I heard that right.”

“Brownies…that have…they’re edibles?” Jungkook smiles nervously. “Didn’t I say that?”

“I don’t think those words ever came out of your mouth.” Jimin suddenly looks panicked. “I’m going to get high?!” He asks in a whisper shout. “I’ve never been high before,” He looks at you now, “Babe, what if I freak out?”

“Woah, woah.” Jungkook puts a hand to Jimin’s shoulder, “You’ll only freak out if you think you’ll freak out. It’s supposed to feel good so just tell yourself that.”

“That’s your advice?” Jimin looks at Jungkook incredulously, “To brainwash myself?”

“Yes.” Jungkook answers with a straight face. “You’ll love it, dude.”

“I think I love it.” You mumble, realizing you do feel a bit different than just drunk. Your entire body feels insanely good and things look a little like a dream world. “I think mine has already started taking effect?” You ask Jungkook.

“For sure.” He chuckles, “Your eyes are totally giving you away.”

“How do I know if mine has hit?” Jimin still feels panicked.

“You’ll just know.” Jungkook smiles awkwardly now, “Sorry that you guys didn’t know…my bad.”

“This is about to fucking suck.” Jimin groans, his hand looking for yours for comfort.

~

“This is fucking incredible, y/n.” Jimin sighs heavenly, his body completely melting into Jungkook’s sofa. “Why have we never done this before?”

“Is it just me or is this song so good?” You have your eyes closed, feeling the music like you’ve never felt music before.

“This feels like I’m actually hearing music for like the first time.” Jimin nods, his fingers caressing your exposed thigh. “And holy shit, your skin is so soft, baby.”

“Yeah, your touch is actually making me go a little insane.” You admit, “Imagine have sex like this?!” You decide to cuddle up to Jimin, your lips finding his neck as you start kissing it.

“Baby, we’re in public.” Jimin does little to stop you.

“But it feels so good.” You whine in his ear. The sound going straight to his cock. “Doesn’t it?”

“God, yeah.” Jimin opens his eyes to look at you, his fingers still trailing across your thigh, a path of fire lighting up your skin.

“Oh my god.” You suddenly pull away from Jimin, “I really want to watch Rush Hour 2.”

“That’s…” Jimin can’t help but laugh. “So random. But I also really want to watch it now.”

“We should watch it. What if we watched it?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“But we aren’t home.”

“Let’s go home.” You respond quickly. 

“But it’s not even midnight yet…” Jimin giggles, leaning into to peck your lips. “Shouldn’t we wait?”

“Oh shit.” You blurt, “I forgot why we’re here. What time is it?”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he quickly pulls out his phone, hoping you guys didn’t miss midnight. But he relaxes when he realizes it would probably be obvious. He glances down at the time. “Oh shit, there’s only like 12 minutes until midnight.”

“Oh my god, only 12 more minutes and we can go home and watch Pans Labyrinth.”

“I thought you wanted to watch Shrek?” 

“I don’t know. Whichever one Jackie Chan is in.” 

“Wait, Rush Hour 2!” Jimin yells in excitement and you match his enthusiasm when you yell as well.

“Oh my god, I love that movie! We should watch it!”

“Should we tell Taehyung to come watch it with us?” Jimin asks, “He loves it too.”

“Duh.” You sing out, alcohol still buzzing through your veins and this brownie in full effect. “Oh my god,” You suddenly pout. “I just remembered Taehyung.”

“Me too.” Jimin nods. “He’s probably drunk off his ass, trying to make some girl fall in love with him.”

“He only deserves the best.”

“Definitely.” Jimin agrees quickly, “He’s the best there is.”

“Hey,” You say the word slowly, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “What if…”

“What if…what?” Jimin’s eyes gaze into your with his innocence. 

“I mean…” You think for another second, “What if we just give the dude what he wants one time?”

Jimin only offers a blank stare, not totally understanding.

“We could just make his whole life complete.” You shrug, “Triple kiss.” You finally clarify.

Jimin’s expression doesn’t change. 

“You know,” You start a demonstration, your lips puckering as you make a ridiculous smooching sound.

“We are going to…kiss Taehyung?” Jimin asks, still kind of clueless. “On the lips?” “Barely, you really think three people can lock lips completely successfully?” You start giggling, “It’s not a big deal, right?”

“Well,” Jimin looks up thinking about it. “Not really? He’s going to mention it every chance he gets though, you know that right? He would probably even bring it up at our wedding.”

“Classic Taehyung.” You laugh, body still tingling on your drunken high. “So?”

“Okay.” Jimin grins, “Sober me will probably think we’re ridiculous.”

“We are ridiculous.” 

“Then let’s go find him.” Jimin tries to stand but his body is feeling heavy. “After I learn how to stand on my own two feet again.”

You try to lift from the couch as well but you’re facing the same issue. “Okay, me too.”

Many minutes pass, you and Jimin tangled up on the couch as you giggle. Jimin checks his phone again and he snaps his eyes to you. “Shit. Two minutes.”

“Oh shit,” You repeat. “Taehyung.”

You guys finally successfully rise from the couch, feet walking everywhere as you search for Taehyung and you finally find  him out on the balcony with some girl.

“Taehyung!” You draw out his name cutely. He turns to see you and Jimin and he very drunkenly grins at you both.

“My bestest friends in the whole world.” He slurs out. “This is,” He glances at the smiling girl but with a dopey smile his eyes meet yours again. “I don’t remember her name.”

The girl’s smile drops before she’s muttering something and walking back inside. Taehyung doesn’t even really notice.

“Taehyung, we have like 30 seconds until it’s midnight.” Jimin tells his best friend, “And I think we’re about to make you the happiest man alive.”

“Man alive?” Taehyung drunkenly repeats the words before he’s looking up at the night sky, “I am a man.” He says firmly. “A manly man.”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah, totally. Well-“

“—I think my goal in life is to,” He clasps his hands together, eyes still on the sky as he sighs out dramatically. “To be the manliest man. Yes, the man who man’s so hard. The manliest man who has ever…manned before.” 

“What the fuck are you…look, do you want to triple kiss or not?” Jimin gets straight to the point and when his words reach Taehyung’s ears, he has never spun in his spot so fast to look at you both.

“Did you just say the words that would make me die and go to heaven?”

“You have like,” Jimin stops talking, gesturing towards the door when you can all hear everyone inside chanting numbers starting with 10 as they countdown. “Like, 10 seconds.”

“Holy fuck, okay, okay.” Taehyung slurs, “Dreams do come true!”

You giggle loudly, warmth spreading all over your body. “Come on,”

“Wait, wait.” Taehyung starts to panic when everyone is yelling out the number 5. “Record it! Record it! Monumental moment.”

“I’m not—Fine, fuck it.” You say, quickly getting out your phone and sliding over to the camera and pressing record.

Three. Two. One.

You position the camera away from you, trying your hardest not to laugh when the three of you clumsily collide. More pairs of lips than your used to. 

You each pull away, laughter erupting from you and Jimin and Taehyung throws a fist in the air, pumping it excitedly. “Fuck yeah!” He screams at the top of his lungs. 

You and Jimin shake your heads, still laughing at the entire thing before Jimin’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. “Happy New Year babe.” 

“Happy New Year.” You say, kissing Jimin deeply while Taehyung continues to dance around. 

~~~

It’s noon when you and Jimin wake up from your crazy night, limbs tangled in bed while he gives you lazy kisses, telling you how much he loves you. You two got a ride home around 2am and slept like babies.

“Mm,” Jimin nuzzles his face into your neck, “Another new year with you.”

“We’re going to be saying that the rest of our lives.” You close your eyes when he starts kissing your neck, his lips are so plump and soft. 

“Of course.” He mumbles against your skin, “As if I’d ever fall in love with anyone else.”

You laugh while a yawn threatens to leave you, “I really got to use the bathroom.” You tell Jimin, trying to pry him off of you but he just holds you tighter. “Jimin!” You whine and he chuckles, finally letting you go.

He watches as you roll out of bed and head into your shared bathroom. He leans into his pillow, smile on his face as he stares up at the ceiling when suddenly his phone starts vibrating on the nightstand next to him. He’s wondering who is calling.

Jimin grabs the phone and feels his stomach flip flop, his thumb hesitant to slide the answer button. Why are they calling? This soon? He glances at the bathroom, wondering how long you’ll be in there. He quickly gets out of bed, phone in hand as he exits the bedroom.

He finally answers.

His mind is whirling.

He’s trying to process all the words he’s hearing on the other line.

Fly out. Audition. New York.

He feels a huge rush of adrenaline coarse through his body but he also feels something anxious build inside him as well.

After the phone call ends, he takes a seat on the sofa. Eyes not focusing on anything when you finally walk into the living room.

“There you are!” You chirp, “Should I make us some coffee?”

Jimin knocks out of his daze, forcing a smile. “Sure, baby.”

You begin walking over to the kitchen when there’s knocking on your front door. You lift a brow towards the door, wondering who would be here right now. Peeking through the peephole you see an obviously hungover Taehyung.

“Well, well, well.” You swing the door open, letting in your friend. “Look who’s awake.”

“Don’t remind me.” Taehyung grumbles, “Couldn’t fall back asleep after throwing up three times.”

“Damn.” You shake your head, “That rough?”

“Probably worse.” He shudders, eyes going to Jimin. “Sup man.”

“So why are you here?” Jimin asks with a teasing tone. 

“It’s a holiday!” Taehyung tells you both, “Of course we should spend it together. Oh yeah, my sister will actually be in town today. Her and her boyfriend broke up.”

You frown, “Oh no, is she okay?”

Taehyung snorts. “You’ve met Dae. We should be asking if the boyfriend is okay.”

“That’s…yeah, that’s fair.” You laugh. 

“Anyway, going to take a pee pee.” Taehyung alerts you both.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” Jimin complains, “Just say you got to pee.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung grumbles, feet taking him to the guest bathroom. “Oh yeah,” He stops, turning back to face you. “I can’t believe I didn’t make it to midnight last night.” He says, clearly disappointed. “I went too hard.”

You and Jimin share a look before you clear your throat, “What…what do you mean?”

“I fell asleep before the countdown!” He cries out, “How unlucky. I totally blacked out last night.”

“You…” You look at Jimin again, you two speaking with your eyes. A clear amusement getting shared between you both. “You don’t remember getting to midnight?”

“No?” Taehyung pouts.

“Damn, you were super fucked up.” You choke on your laughter, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Stop stalling me, or I’ll pee pee my pants.”

“Word it like that again Taehyung and we’re kicking you out.” Jimin shakes his head but he’s laughing. Taehyung waves him off, finally getting inside the bathroom.

You rush to Jimin, both of you trying to be quiet.

“He doesn’t remember the kiss.” You try to contain your laughter, “He has no idea we made him the happiest dude alive.”

“He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out.”

“If he finds out.”

“Oh.” Jimin smirks, “You’re saying we don’t tell him?”

“He doesn’t have to know what he doesn’t remember.” You shrug, evil smirk on your face. “Ah, he has no idea how lucky he got.”

“What about that video?” Jimin questions you.

“We can show it to him on his wedding day and make him cry tears of joy.” You snicker, “Actually that wouldn’t be fair to his future wife.”

“No, it’s genius.” Jimin tells you quickly. “Let’s take this secret until his wedding.”

“It is genius.”

“This might be our best prank yet.”

“Is it really a prank though?”

“Eh, close enough.” Jimin chuckles, “He’s going to lose his mind one day.”

Taehyung finally comes out from the bathroom, taking a seat on the sofa next to Jimin. You join the boys as you three share stories from last night that are actually remembered.

Everything feels perfect. Because everything is perfect.

This is just the beginning of the best years of your life, you’re sure about it.

Taehyung falls asleep on the couch while you and Jimin cuddle with a movie on.

“Happy new year again.” Jimin kisses the side of your head. “I love you. You know I love you so much, right?”

“I do know. You never make me question it.” You smile, “I love you too.”

You are so grateful for another year with Jimin, enjoying this New Year’s with a different kind of appreciation.

Because at this moment, you have no idea it will be your last with him… for a very, very long time.

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mickey !!! mickey !!!!! bonking my head against yours so gently <3333 i’m here with more selfship questions…… the train never stops

first of all!!! mickeyshoko…… i neeeed to know the Lore pls. ALSOOOO what are some ways you express your love for one another??? :3 since it’s not an established relationship exactly (from what i understand!!) i was also wondering how either of you would respond if someone asked if you were dating LMAO… i’m just imagining stsg making bets with each other over it. they’re silly.

AND THEN. mickzai. the kitties of all time. i’d love to know more abt the general dynamic!!! and how you got together!!!!! and also what petnames you call each other :3 bc i feel like dazai would be….. insufferable. genuinely. you need to muzzle him i think.

OK THAT’S ALL here r flowers for you 💐💐 i hope you’re having a cozy day so far!!! and that you’re resting lots and eating lots :3 ilyily <3

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARIIIII I'M GIGGLING SO BAD RNNNN

misho oh misho..... i still don't have a proper name for us (how ironic lmao)(it's almost like i don't really know what we are huh). anwayyy i like to show my love through acts of service!!!!!! she works so hard so i try to make her life a little easier yk? i spend a lot of time at her place (we're practicaly roomies at this point) and i like to make her coffee in the mornings!!!!!! and at night when she comes home after a long, tiring day i draw her a bath and i was her hair!!!!!!!!! she can just soak and relax while i sit on the edge of the tub and scratch her scalp i'm pretty sure i've heard her purr actually. she usually just peeks at me very lazily with the tiniest little smirks. mm she kinda makes me feel dizzy i won't even lie. she's so effortlessly charming in her own way you know? also to add to the "no lines to cross" thing - nudity is also just very normal. as in there's no shame and no embarrassment, i literally sometimes help to dry her off bc she likes to be a little dramatic and act even more tired (she IS actually that tired but she's trying to make a joke out of it).

and she shows it through physical touch!!!!! hugging from behind as i make the coffee, playing with my hair, sitting on my lap, hands on the waist, kisses on the corners of my lips (???????????????i'm so unwell). and then she always laughs at the little lipstick smudge before wiping it off. anyway all of those things could come off as very relationship-like right???? but no. we're friends. definitely just friends. we both want to dissect each other. as friends.

the dating thing!!!!!! what a good question lmao i think we'd just laugh it off really easily actually. i just go "hmmmm i don't know... are we?" and then we stare at each other and then she just squeezes my thigh with a smile????????????? nothing normal is happening here honestly i think even stsg are a little weirded out hahahshasha even they (by they i mean suguru bc satoru is genuinely stupid sometimes<3) can't figure us out

and not to make myself lose it even more but..... utahime.............. she's not safe from us either lmao. we both have pretty strong gazes i think and we simply can't keep our hands to ourselves. fleeting touches and keen eyes... we like to tease utahime a little. but only in a good FRIENDLY way. we love her she's sooooooo cute.

btw can you tell i'm typing this out just as it comes like the lore is just writing itself at this point. it also seems that i'm making mickeyshoko sound like some predators:333 like yea so what if we're kind of freaks ok it's fun don't judge. blood is cool. humans are cool. we just wanna learn more.

(=◑ᆽ◑=)ฅ(ටᆽට=) this is mizai hehehe. also yes. i rebranded. hehehehehhee anyway. two kitties!!!!!!! two dysfunctional kitties lmao

ok but mizai feels like a we-knew-each-other-when-we-were-kids-but-then-we-didn't-see-each-other-for-years-and-now-we-met-again-but-it's-not-weird-ok-it-is-but-only-a-litte-it's-just-that-the-surpressed-feelings-are-threatening-to-spill-and-that's-a-little-scary

and we have another No Label relationship on our hands fuuuuckk.... anywho. he's coping with this better than i am. no matter how much i shove him around and tease and joke, he flusters me way too easily. it's annoying. and i wanna hate it. but i can't bc it feels so good to link pinkies with him. he's super clingy - he's constantly resting his head on my shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around my waist, tugging on my sleeves when he wants attention. he boops my nose and pretends to count my freckles.

the tender moments aside, this is still very much a partners-in-crime thing too!!!!!! and i mean that quite literally lmao. we both have authority issues so good luck to anyone who's trying to boss us around; we've definitely also done some schenanigans - stolen some things here and there bc why not, broken into places, trespassing etcetc. it's not even necessarily for the thrill of it, most of the times he's just showing me quiet places where we can just sit with each other. he likes to rest his head on my lap and then talk my ears off. sometimes he falls asleep and i refuse to wake him bc he needs the rest. i kiss his forehead and hope (me when i lie) that he didn't feel it (he did). but yeah the overall dynamic is pretty much just skk i won't even lie. bickering and teasing, petty fights over nothing just bc he likes to rile me up - it's all way too familiar.

he doesn't bring it up though bc he doesn't really know how. he wants more of it but he doesn't know how to ask for it. how to really ask for it. so he'll take whatever he can get and he'll try to push me to give him more because he's greedy!!!! and i will fold and i will, in fact, give him everything soon enough.

he fucking breaks into my apartment all the time btw. and when i offer to idk... give him a key he just goes "eeh, no need." ?????????? idk he's weird. (i like it when he comes over but i won't tell him that)(he'd be way too smug i can't allow that)

when i first got into bsd i didn't really like the bella nickname but honestly... it has grown on me. but yeah overall he uses literallllyyyy every possible nickname that pops into his head i kinda hate him (me when my pants are on fire)(yk bc.. liar liar pants on fire)(whatever). now that i'm thinking abt it i feel like another name he'd call me is just Kitty ????? not in a discord kitten kind of way though he just genuinely sees me as a cat. and he thinks it's funny. and cute (i like the name smhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

o wait i didn't even finish the meeting story. he disappeared into thin air at the ripe age of 15 hmmmmmm but he found his way back into my life three years later and then we were inseparable again yayy (there is definitely some angst hidden away in here lmaoo pls i'm scared of angst i don't wanna think abt it)(i wouldn't know how to ask about the missing years)(it sucks)

OKEEEEEEE THIS WAS A BIG RAMBLEEE I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING HEHEHEHEHE it really is so fucking fun to delve into these holy fucking shit. like i'm learning things abt myself too lmaoo

YAYAAA OKAY ARIIII THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE QUESTIONS I LOVE YOU SOSOSO BAD I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING WELL AND I HOPE YOU SLEPT WELL AND I JUST NEED YOU TO BE WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR MORE ABT YOUR SELFSHIPS TOO I AM ALWAYS READY TO LEARN MORE!!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH MY FAVOURITE LITTLE IRIS<33333333

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hellooo!!!

I just wanted to say how much I love your writings!

Dude I’ve been reading your stories since 2021. Such a long time! You’re apart of me now homie 😭. I found you first on Ao3 or wattpad I forgot but, I remember the day I realized it was the same person since you go by different users. I was ecstatic! Then I found out you had tumblr, girl I was kicking my feet giggling, rereading all your works.

I just wanted to say I’ve loved following you for so long! I’ve loved seeing you improve and write stuff that completely tear me apart. (Its okay, I’m a sucker for angst)

I always love all the things you put out. I remember getting notifs for your fics before class or after work and just being so impatient to get back home and read it. It always made my night or day!

And dude It’s crazy to me that we r the same age 😭🫶🫶 i pray you’re older than me by at least a couple months. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I had a person younger than me make me kick my feet in the air like you do whenever I read your fics 💀 I’m kidding, I’d still do it regardless LMAO

but, yeah just wanted to say its been an honor loveisanimaginarydagger3000 🫡

Hey 😁

2021???? Damn, you deserve a medal for putting up with my awful writing back then haha. The fact I've been writing for so long is crazy, I feel like all you reader's are a part of me too😭 U guys are the reason I'm still writing <3

Giggling and swinging your feet huh?😅😉 I feel honoured 😭

I'm so glad you put up with my old works, I'm so proud of how far I've come and I'm so glad people like you have been there to support me all the way through it.

Ugh you sound like me with my fav fanfic authors😭😅 Now it's my turn to giggle and swing my feet, maybe even blush a little :)

Well my birthday is December and I'm an 05 baby so you can figure it out from there😅 (Yes I was one of those teenagers who tried to write smut and fanfics but failed to write good ones till I grew up a bit)

It's been an honour to write for you all haha, this sounds like I'm quitting but I promise I'm not. I'm just going to take a small break to get all my shit together cause I'm a mess atm😭😅

Feel free to message me if you wanna talk more, about anything or the journey we have been on haha

I hope you have a good day/night <3 :)

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n for the emoji asks errr,mmm

🤥👻💥🍰🍁💓(don’t have to do all of them lmao..) for ermmmm Evelyn, Sam, Lulu (and Thomas⁉️)

HERE I AM AGAIN WITH MY GAY PROPAGANDA 😹

tw: violence and obsessive behavior <3

🤥 - Are they a good liar? Do they have tells to show they’re lying?

Evelyn: British people never lie!! but seriously though, she hardly ever lies so it would be PAINFULLY obvious. I think she’d probably just look too intensely at their face and give it away but looking guilty asf.

Sam: YES. He is such a good liar that no one EVER suspects him of doing any wrong. He lies so gracefully without slipping up that the only way someone could catch him is if A.) They fact check him horrendously. B.) Someone else denies his alibi. C.) Riley is the one asking questions. cause let me tell you. HE’S ON HIS KNEES FOR RILEY. HE WILL FAIL TO LIE TO HER.

Lucian: eerrmm…he’s so painfully blunt that I can hardly imagine him ever lying but if he did, I think he’d give it away by giggling a lot. Like he won’t be able to take himself seriously and probably just give up 💀 - This doesn’t include the times he lies about his home life, he’s very shaky and obvious then too.

Thomas: You will NEVER know when he’s lying or telling the truth. NEVER. He’s so full of shit that it’s hard to decipher whenever he’s being honest even a little. This is because he ties his lies in with lots of truth and tricks people into believing his dumbass information. Seriously though, he’s scary good at it. The only teller I would say is if he has his hands tucked behind his back. Even then though, he might be saying some truthful shit combined with it.

👻 - Do they believe in ghosts? Why or why not? Ghostly experiences?

Evelyn: I’d like to believe she does. Not because she had any experience with the paranormal, but because she has hope that her family still lingers around her home to keep her company. :(

Sam: Yes. His mother talks about seeing ghosts way more often than he’s comfortable with. And of course, that’s his mama, he’ll always believe what she tells him. (Even if he cries afterwards.)

Lucian: Sadly, he gave up on that a long time ago. He used to believe in ghosts for the sole reason of wanting to pretend his papa was still with him, but nevertheless, he realized he was simply talking to walls every night.

Thomas: LMAO-no? He’s not sentimental at all. He personally likes to think that everyone who dies just disappears and never comes back. Because if they did, he’d have to fist fight at least 200 zombies.

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Evelyn: Anxiety, anger, and disgust. Whenever these things combine, she has a mental breakdown and starts her way on a killing spree!! (Violet NEEDS to get her a leash for whenever that happens.)

Sam: Jealousy and obsession. When he feels his jealousy urges, someone will end up in his basement, never to see the light of day again. When he feels his obsessive urges, he’ll end up in Riley’s closet watching her every move. Mix them together and…haha. OFC SADNESS TOO BC HE’S CONSTANTLY CRYING BUT-

Lucian: Sadness. It’s almost impossible to have a deep conversation with Lucian without having him tear up just a little bit. Even if its far in the past, he won’t hesitate to shed a few tears for whoever he speaks to. Mention any of HIS past and he WILL cry. There’s no helping that.

Thomas: Rejection. Thomas. cannot. handle. rejection. Even if it’s not really an “emotion,” that’s the only thing I could think of that he can’t control his anger with. This rejection always leads to blackmail, to kidnapping, to torture, to arson, and it’ll keep going until whoever denied him begs for mercy.

🍰 - Favorite cake flavor? Are they specific about types of cakes?

Evelyn: Vanilla!! She loves any cake that Violet bakes for her! <3

Sam: Chocolate!! Preferably as much chocolate as possible.

Lucian: Strawberry!! He loves cheesecake and shortcake <3

Thomas: Chocolate!! He doesn’t care about desserts much but if anything, it has to be chocolate.

🍁 - What’s their favorite season? Why?

Evelyn: Spring. She hates winter and summer because they’re too extreme with the weather, so spring is a balanced season for her.

Sam: Fall. He loves Halloween, the pumpkins, the fallen leaves, the crisp air, all of it. Just the feel of fall makes him happier than anything else.

Lucian: SUMMER!! Not only is it nice outside, but he doesn’t have school!! Also, he gets to spend tons of time with Kai whenever Ryan is away for work. (and the amount of sleepovers they have is crazy.)

Thomas: Winter. He’s a firebug, so he wants everything to be warm and cozy in his house. Also, he loves throwing snowballs at the back of innocent bystanders heads with his lame friends.

💗 - What gets their heart racing?

Evelyn: Her girlfriend ofc…💚! She doesn’t let anyone else touch her except for Violet, so whenever they have skin contact, her heart races out of her chest. It’s the best feelings in the world for her to have. <3

Sam: RILEY MORGAN. Everything about her just makes him swoon. He particularly loves whenever she takes control of the situation and starts making him feel like the guy being stalked. Anything with her being as obsessed as he is, his heart is rattling. <3

Lucian: A lot of things Kai does makes his heart POUND. He loves it when Kai steals his clothes, he loves it when Kai kisses his knuckles, he loves it when Kai tries his hardest to impress him by writing/reading, he loves it when Kai-…he just loves Kai. <3

Thomas: women (optional) - but in all seriousness, when someone denies him. I KNOW I SAID HE DOESN’T LIKE REJECTION BUT THAT’S THE POINT. He loves it and hates it at the same time. Like, who’s gonna deny Mr. Valedictorian? Mr. Popular guy? Mr. Rich guy? Mr. Big dick-ok maybe that’s a bit MUCH but you get my point. So, yeah. He gets off to that. <3

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Horrid Henry's Interview - FANFIC

Synopsis: Daisy needs to find someone to interview for a school project. Fortunately, Horrid Henry has volunteered himself. Warnings: Henry is very OOC here, mostly because this is how I imagine him to act like as an adult, contains an OC, tried to imitate the original book's writing style

Author's note: yes I am aware that this is a major deviation from my current fandoms LMAO

Henry used to be horrid.

He used to throw food, write on the walls, scream out loud at inappropriate times, and whatever horrible deed you think he might have done.

“Don’t be horrid, Henry!” His mother and father would say, and then send him to his room. 

Henry was a horrid boy.

But now, Henry is a man.

“Quite a lovely day for a cup of coffee, isn’t it Daisy?” Asked Henry, now a grown adult.

Daisy sighs. “It is, but I can’t drink it.”

“Oh Mr. Henry, I don’t know what to do!” Daisy cried. “I can’t find anyone to interview, and Eunice is sure to get a better grade!”

“Well, why not interview me?” Said Henry.

Daisy smiles, pulling out a pen and paper from her backpack. “Of course! You’re sure to have something interesting to say, Mr. Henry!”

Daisy looks at the question sheet in her hands. “So uhm, please introduce yourself, Mr. Henry.”

“Why Daisy!” Laughed Henry. “Did you already forget who I am?”

“Introduce yourself to the paper, Mr. Henry!” Daisy replied.

“Well, my name is Henry, but you can call me Horrid Henry.” Said Henry, sipping from his coffee cup.

Daisy looks up at Henry with a confused look. “Why ‘Horrid Henry?’ That sounds like a mean nickname.”

Horrid Henry simply smiles at Daisy. “Just an inside joke from my childhood, Daisy Dear. Now, what would you like to ask of me?”

Daisy peeks at her paper. “‘What was your childhood like?’

Horrid Henry laughs. “Very horrid, I’d say! I was a naughty boy, and my parents didn’t like me much. Not that I gave them much reason to, heh.”

Daisy frowns. “How come, Mr. Henry?”

“They always liked my brother, Perfect Peter, over me. He’s their favorite little angel.” Henry’s smile softens. “But I think Peter would like to be as horrid as me, sometimes.”

“Peter is destined for greatness. He’s a very successful businessman.”

“Does he like his job?” Asked Daisy.

Henry shakes his head with a frown. “Despite the prestige his job gained him, Peter is always sad. Sometimes, he comes to my house to lay on the couch. I try to cheer him up the best I can.”

Daisy looks saddened at the news. “Poor Peter. What about your parents?”

Henry snorts. “They adore Peter, but they don’t see how unhappy he is. Peter has to always be their perfect little boy, you know? He smiles at them, tells them he’s done a good job.”

“Meanwhile, they’ll sigh and ask me when I’ll get a real job.”

Curiously, Daisy tilted her head. “What is your job, Mr. Henry?’

“Being horrid!” Henry replied with a laugh, causing Daisy to giggle.

“That’s not a real job, Horrid Henry!”

“If it isn’t, why am I so good at it?” Asked Henry.

“But anyway… Speaking of Peter reminds me of Rude Ralph- Though I suppose he isn’t rude all that often anymore.”

“Who is Rude Ralph, Mr. Henry?” Asked Daisy, who was dutifully writing down his answers the best she could.

“He’s my best friend,” Said Henry with a smile. “We weren’t as close the first time we met, but as we spent the years together, I can’t imagine a life without him.”

“Wow… You sound like best friends.” Daisy said. Henry only smiles at her. “Where’s Ralph now?”

“He’s in a big city, working a job he loves. Although we don’t talk to each other all that often, Ralph sometimes sends me an e-mail, updating me on how he’s doing.”

“I quite miss him.”

Daisy and Henry stay silent for a while, Henry’s coffee having gone cold.

“Uhm…Henry, what is your job?” Daisy asked, wanting the quiet to end.

“Well, I play the guitar for people.” Henry replied, causing Daisy to gasp.

“You’re a musician? That’s wonderful!”

Henry gives a chuckle. “Oh, I suppose. I don’t write my own music, but I get paid to play songs at events.” He drinks his coffee. “It’s not much, but I like it.”

Daisy scribbles Henry’s response, and frowns. “Oh phoo, I’m all out of paper. Looks like I’m done interviewing you, Mr. Henry.”

“Oh, that’s alright, Daisy.” Henry grins. “I’m surprised you stuck around someone as horrid as I.”

“Please, you’re not horrid! You’re really nice, Mr. Henry!”

A flash of red crosses Henry’s face, clearly not expecting that kind of compliment from Daisy. “...Thank you, Daisy.”

“But uhm, I just have one more question. I’m not gonna write it in, cause it might make you sad.” Said Daisy, looking quite unsure of herself. Henry gives her an assuring smile.

“Go ahead, Daisy. I won’t be sad.”

Daisy inhales.

“Are you happy with your life?”

Henry blinks. Then smiles, a chuckle escaping his lips, then full on laughter. “Oh Daisy, what a big question to ask of a grown up!”

He wipes away his tears with a napkin. “I would say… Yes, I’m quite happy with where my life has taken me. It’s more than what I could have imagined.”

Daisy smiles. She hops off her seat and hugs Henry. “Thank you for letting me interview you, Mr. Henry.”

“No problem, Daisy. Just make sure you make your paper fancy-like, eh?”

“I will! Goodbye, Mr. Henry!”

As he watches Daisy skip away, Henry shakes his head with a sigh.

“...Not so horrid now, huh Henry?” He says to himself.

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How do fics come to you in a dream? You truly are blessed by the muses!!

SPOILERS for "Let Me Help You Out" below the rose line!!

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Dad!Max my beloved 🥺🥺🥺. I- Huhu must look for clips and pics of soft max with kids later. i don't even want kids and goddamn, this still makes me weak

"There has been something that has made feel Max the good type of tingly when he’s meeting up with Lando lately." <- the way my heart fluttered for this one, because awww

"Lando has a lot of the necessities in his own apartment, but he doesn’t want to make Lando pay for stuff he’s not responsible for. They’re not co-parenting or anything" <- i bet lando does co-parent with max, but it's all unconsciously

“Hey,” Lando yelps, “I’m allowed to hurry a bit to see my favorite baby.” “She’s the only baby in your life,” he answers with a smile. “But she’s yours, and you both are my favorites.” <- waah this is so soft!! stop i'm gonna cry

"He didn’t use to be this much of a mess but Lando gets him to be a melting puddle incapable of snapping back." “Stop being so sweet, you’re going to give her cavities before she gets her teeth,” <- i, too, am a puddle on the floor, this is too cute *shakes you* TOO CUTE. Y'all giving me cavities i have to go to the dentist

Max coming home going back to lando's to here giggling from his daughter and the guy he's pining about 🥺🥺

“Well,” Lando starts, “I don’t know how to tell you that I’d be down to drink from you and fuck you this very moment if you’d asked.” <- the fucking whiplash hahahaha, he just blurted it out like that, but good for you

"Their kiss is hot and messy, but this is what Max has been waiting for, this is what he has been wanting without ever knowhing." <- fuck off that's so sweet, this is when i get all like aww friends to lovers

aww the scents (thank god really for abo and bringing us this trope)

"They fall asleep together like that before they manage to shower. Lily wakes them up crying, and from there on it’s the same again. Yet not at all." <- actually now have tears in my eyes because aww AWWWW oh my god it's so sweet and the family of it all!!

AWWWWWW this one goes high up on the list i think

thank you for all the fluff. that was much needed

and roses for you (as well as hugs and support)

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-Rose 🥺🌹

Well. It helps that I'm kind of obsessed with this kink and have so many fics ready for that kind of trope. ehehe. or well, not fics, but plots.

dad max has me on my fucking KNEES. he's. amazing. 10/10

they're adorable. fluttering hearts and all.

oh lando def co-parents!! but max doesn't want to make him feel forced to

i forgot how sweet and cute kids are to write. i need to write them more often.

LMAO yes. don't forget that this is kinktober xx

omegaverse has given us so many options. i truly adore it!!!

Also go start working on that list, there are only eight more fics to be published and i need to know your ranking at the end of it xoxo

(hope you have good dreams for your fics too!!)