#I need context ffs

[iamrootusr]

I need book recommendations...I have a Kindle Unlimited subscription, and my recommended reads are full of "Santa Creamed my Cookies" holiday reads and I'm just.... ffs you read one weird Christmas book because the premise sounds dorky enough to work. No, KU I don't want to read any Sports romances. I'm not even into IRL sports unless I'm the only playing them. No, I don't want to read about the Manny (though I'm sure he's hot).

No, I don't want to read about the hitman-turned-assassin-turned-bodyguard-turned-frienemies-to-lovers.

I'm already over my Academy phase. I don't want to read yet another book about another secretly-the-chosen-one-who-was-utterly-normal-until-the-second-paragraph. I'm in my thirties ffs, can I get some books about the faculty instead maybe? Minus the weird forbidden-student-teacher dynamic?

And I'm nearly quite done with the-$SPECIES-are-here-and-dangerous-but-oh-no-he's-hot. Though I can be talked into it, if the plot is more than yet another poor-human-snuck-into-$LOCALE-and-has-to-pretend-they're-supposed-to-be-there. After a point the weird-and-deadly competitions to justify their presence just aren't interesting.

Where are the books that are unapologetically weird? Or fun? Or just plain ludicrous? I want banter, romance, and preferably fantasy/scifi. Light on the cringe suspense, if any, preferably. Mystery itself is fine.

Is Romantic Urban Paranormal just not en vogue right now? Or is it just getting buried under all the other not-to-my-taste that's showcased instead? I want dragons dammit. Or wolves, or vampires, or tentacles, or aliens or whatever-have-you.

It doesn't help that a good quarter of my KU recommendations are books I've already read. Or sequels. I don't mind paying for a good read too, but I only have so much money to spend on books at the end of the year >.>

I want a series to binge dammit.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Quest Continues...

(part 1- part 2)

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

Ok rant time so putting under the cut //

This is about the whole Peggy/Dottie and Agatha/Rio parallel thing that people keep talking about and yes it's been bothering me. I mean, we are what, kind of 2 months after the show's finale now? so I get to rant a little, and I won't do so on other people's posts and art cause I am not an asshole duh so this is the best way to get it off my chest ha ha…I've seen the parallel gifsets and I have seen some posts floating around about it and every time I see them I am like but but that is so not a parallel!! It really isn't… other than it being a kiss between 2 women and them both being marvel properties. Because then by that standard every wlw kiss is a parallel of each other lol!

Peggy and Dottie are antagonists ( u can read it as romantic. I am not gonna stop you. Hayley and Bridget had great chemistry) but there's no history between them prior to the show. Peggy doesn't even clock Dottie as a threat initially. The reason why the kiss comes off as a surprise to her, she never anticipated it and that's why Dottie was able to get so close without rising any suspicion…

Rio also didn't anticipate the Kiss and that's why she initially failed to realize that it wasn't just a kiss but also Agatha siphoning her power and surrendering to Death!

so if we are counting the surprise element as the parallel then ok this one I'll concede.

But that's the end of it right?

The two kisses are fundamentally different in intent and visualization. I need to know that people understand that, cause if not you are really reducing the magnitude of the vidarkness moment

The Peggy/Dottie kiss is a ploy , it's for shock, to frame Peggy and get her locked up, to buy Dottie time to execute her masterplan, also Dottie initiates the kiss and Peggy suffers the consequences so even from a purely visual angle they don't match up.

In contrast the vidarkness kiss has so much heart to it, Agatha chooses to kiss Rio and the consequences are faced by both, it's not merely done for shock value, they have been building up to it, this was the culmination of a season long narrative arc, for Agatha to finally reconcile her loss of Nicky and her love for Rio and that they can co exist cause she realized that the blame doesn't lie with them, that sometimes boys just die, that out of death comes life and viceversa, that life runs in tandem with death. So her choosing to sacrifice herself by surrendering to her love, it puts to rest (it might be temporary but still) the war that had been waging inside her, the immense guilt and heartbreak that they were both dealing with. Love can't conquer all neither can it lessen the impact of grief but as we all know and hopefully believe- it does persevere.

The point is-I know most posts are tongue and cheek but it doesn't take much time for it to shift in tone and for nuance to get lost in the process. I have seen that shift happening, people being annoyed that the only time we get to see women kiss in mcu they are just getting conned or that it's a cheap trick( or queerbaiting) but that's so not the story when it concerns Agatha and Rio. I don't really get bothered with bad readings when it's some random dudebro but when it's people who claim to be fans doing this, it definitely grates on my nerves. Not saying you can't have a different take, and this show had it's limitiations, the lack of a backstory for Agatha and Rio is still a stinger for me personally, but I also liked the show for what it managed to explore and I appreciate the care that they put in making the show. So I guess I just want to encourage these kind of creatives and want them to feel empowered and bold enough to create more diverse stories. I know this is * piss on the poor* website but please please I need people to stop reducing stories into 5 sentence badly written summaries as if it's been generated by chatgpt, cause that's really counterproductive imo.

// that's the rant, sorry anyone who stumbled upon this suddenly and had to deal with my wordy and somewhat nonsensical ramble lol. I will shut up and go back to scrolling for pretty arts and fics on my dash now. Thanks and goodbye.

[un-pearable]

So glad to wake up & see a liveblog of a spidey & his amazing friends episode but more specifically the xmen one. 2 staples of my childhood

so glad i could deliver <3

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

A Dash of Angst ...

- "it'd be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to."

It was hard to not care for someone. Especially as an AI whos whole purpose was to be an aid.

An aid for someone who—quite frequently—could be a total jerk to everyone, except for her.

Miguel O’Hara.

It’s not like she wanted to care about him so deeply. She shouldn’t be able to, in theory. But somehow he gave her emotions, an angsty virus gone wrong, and suddenly everything around her seemed to light up.

Now, instead of mimicry, she could actually feel and interact with emotions. This would be lovely, if not for the weakness that came with it.

So, she had now taken it upon herself to fake emotions. Or rather—fake the lack of emotion.

And it had been going well—for the most part—until a freak accident gone wrong had her scrambling, mind frantic and frayed, as Miguel lay in front of her, wheezing with his hand pressed to his side.

This wasn’t how the mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be an easy in and out, and yet the universe just had it out for every Spider-Man to never have it easy.

And Miguel was no exception.

Backup had been called minutes ago, but there was no blinding portal appearing in front of the two to save the day. She was sure that she had popped a fuse or two back at HQ with how stressed she felt right now.

A pained groan from Miguel brought her back to the land of the living and she materialized next to his head, her anxiety painted across her face.

“Do you know how bad it is?” Christ, she’s never been so stupidly worried before.

Miguel opened his mouth to respond, but instead closed it just as fast, his canines clacking together in a grating manner. His face pulled taut and his fingers clenched tighter over the gaping wound in his side.

“LYLA-“ Miguel breathed out, his voice coming out raw and raspy. She didn’t look at his face—couldn’t—instead looking down at his wound, his blood leaking out and mixing with the dirt.

A reminder of his mortality, she mused.

“LYLA.” Miguel repeated. And this time, LYLA looked up, fully taking in the look on Miguel’s face.

He looked to be in so much pain, and yet, an almost amused expression was faintly to be seen. LYLA scowled at that, vowing to scold him later for daring to smile while he was clearly in mortal danger. (she didn’t end up scolding him + had yet to learn that smiling or laughing in danger helped diffuse tensions)

“Why are you smiling?” LYLA frowned, her fingers flying over her multitude of chats to spam for backup, yet her eyes never straying from Miguel’s face all the while.

“Because you look worried,” Miguel hissed as he accidentally dug a finger into the wound, blood trailing along his fingertips.

LYLA puffed her cheeks out, putting away her chats and materializing next to the wound so she could check on how bad the bleeding was.

“It’s because I am worried.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, moving the hand to let her see the damage easier. “It’s almost as if you cared.”

Was that teasing in his voice? LYLA glowered up at Miguel, “Well, it’d be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to.”

Miguel opened his mouth to retort, but by how luck would have it, the portal opened behind them, Jessica and Peter coming out together with a small gaggle of Junior-Spiders following.

“Sorry we are late!” Spider-Terra exclaimed, peeping out from behind Spider-Punk. “There was an issue with the watches.”

LYLA nearly sighed before realizing there was no need for her to show her exasperation to a teen, and instead turned to the two adults.

“I’m not sure of the damage, but he’s still bleeding out from a massive hole in his side, there’s probably a broken rib, and I’m thinking some major bruising to his lungs.”

Peter quickly took over Miguel for her, promising LYLA that he’d stay with Miguel in the infirmary so she could dissapear to go handle any issues in the society that had piled up while the two were on the mission. (Jessica took the juniors to go handle the anomaly)

The day after, when LYLA went to visit Miguel, he didn’t bring up her words, instead asking about any paperwork that needed to be done.

LYLA wasn’t sure if she was relieved or not about that, but decided to let it be in the past and change her future to allow it to be a little more caring.

[mikkouille]

wait actually connecting the dots was the guy telling us the fight would go well when we were half a party of first timers also the one who forgot to lb3 us like bro was a tank one of em. jffjjssn he forgor.

[planet4546b]

3, 5, 17, 21 for fic asks?

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

it is unfortunately the impossible-to-recommend cloud strife postcanon suicidal ideation fic. which is impossible to reccommend on account of how its literally just about cloud strife suicidal ideation. but im very proud of a lot of my prose in that one and i think i did a god job of balancing scenes for a thing that is very much about non linear recovery and how things come back to you. i like it :thumbs up:

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

my sibling and i have a ff7 roleswap tifa au that we've done a ton of work fleshing out and have tossed around the idea of actually writing but between 1. trying to work out writing schedules and whos writing what let alone actually getting any of that written between two adults with jobs etc 2. my own personal dislike of the early stages of au writing where you have to retread a lot of the same ground which i personally find incredibly boring i dont think it will ever get actually written. however we have come up with some INCREDIBLY cool concepts. ah well

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

im actually abysmal at doing research for fics fic writing is where i am at my most indulgent and write for things im already largely familiar with however here is a really fucking stupid screenshot from the ffwiki that i found while i was reading about the ring of the lucii for a ff15 fic. listening and learning. nodding nodding.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

my most recent ff15 fic was supposed to have a caving scene in it because there are a LOT of caves in that game and it would have been FUN. but it ended up getting removed becuase a slightly different run at the scene just worked better. ff15 caving fic i will return to thee..

[cartoonrival]

society if i could remember things ive read

[some-greatreward]

i will ALWAYS fight for you carl ✊✊✊

[necrogfie]

why am i back in my hp era noo

also holy fck i need more lily x reader fanfic i wanna kiss her pls

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

I finally unlocked episode 7 of Zayne's myth and I'm FKING LOSING IT 😭😭😭😭😭 I NEED EP. 8.

At least I've got this going for me.... Minus the freaking blue Normal crystals 😭

[echthr0s]

you ever think about how badly they fucked up with Final Fantasy 15 by just... not putting the most important, interesting, necessary, and emotionally resonant parts of the story in the actual game

literally my villain origin story is2g

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i love how these books just yeet the mask like a frisbee and say about as explicitly as they can that vatborn aren't people lmao

[skinnedkate]

c***unitytwt, and specifically a**d fans, are getting on my NERVES. i made a pretty flippant joke that theyre never explicit abt him being autistic despite how everyone talks abt him, and you would think i waterboarded three puppies w their reactions.

[weakformingyu]

You are my favorite

Pairing: Lee Know x afab!reader

Part 2 of Can I be your favorite?(Recommended to read the first part for context)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst(the tiniest bit)

Summary: you let your insecurities come in between your new relationship with Minho, luckily for you though, he's not gonna let you run away so easily.

Words count: 3,076

THIS CONTENT IS +18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: oral(f. receiving), unprotected piv(wrap it before you tap it ffs), creampie, marking, hickeys, dirty talk(barely), Minho is possessive asf(is it even my fic if he's not possessive?), reader is insecure

You were sore when you woke up the next morning — or should you say, afternoon? It was already 2pm when you opened your eyes, finding Minho's place empty by your side.

You look around the room, now there's enough light coming from the windows for you to be able to see the room. You don't know how to explain it but it fits Minho perfectly, the decoration is discreet but not basic and it shows a lot of his personality, more than you're aware of.

You get up, not really sure what you're supposed to do. So you collect your things and start getting dressed, tying your hair in a ponytail to try and conceal the mess.

When you open the door, you look around before getting out, not sure if you're going to find someone and a bit embarrassed to be going away at this hour. You get down the stairs, walking past the kitchen at a quick pace but before you can turn the knob, you hear a voice behind you.

“Minho, your girl is trying to escape”, he yells, making you spin on your heels quickly looking at the telltale just to find a boy, who you're sure is Jeongin, the youngest of the frat house.

“Never thought you would be the type to smash and dash”, your crush says, popping out of the kitchen.

“I'm not!” You defend yourself, crossing your arms.

“That's not what it looks like to me”, he shrugs.

“I was just looking for you”, you lie and he scoffs, walking towards you.

“You shouldn't lie, princess”, he leans closer to you, making you gulp. “I don't like liars”, he whispers. Smirking when he sees your breath quickening and the way you lick your lips nervously. “Anyways, you can go if you want. I'll pick you up at 8”

“F-for what?” You ask, trying to recompose yourself.

“I told you I was going to take you out for dinner, didn't I?”

"I can't believe you're really going on a date with Minho”, Jihyo says, clapping excitedly while she searches for something in your wardrobe.

“I don't why he wants to go on a date with me”

“‘cause you're hot?” Your best friend says, as if it's obvious.

“He has a hundred other hot girls to take on dates”, you scoff, making Jihyo throw a pillow at you.

“Stop with the self depreciation, he doesn't want the other girls, he wants you. So get your ass over here so I can help you with your makeup”

You were hopeful but didn't think Minho would actually do as he promised. At exactly 8pm, you heard a knock on the door and Jihyo squealed, giving you a thumbs up and sending you to your date.

Minho was looking exceptionally handsome in all black, hands tucked in the pockets of his pants. He stares at you up and down with a grin on his lips.

“You look good”, he tells you, enjoying seeing your cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Y-you look nice too”, you say, stepping outside and closing the door behind you.

You are seated in front of him, not really sure what to do next, you two ordered your food and some expensive wine that you never heard about. The ride to the restaurant was a bit awkward, you felt the need to say something but didn't know what to say so you talked about the weather not realizing that he liked seeing you trying, nervous like a bunny being hunted by a predator, him.

“So, what's your major?” He asks, taking you out of your thoughts. He's resting his face on his hand while watching you fidget on your seat.

“Engineering”, you answer, sipping on the glass of water the waiter poured to you.

“That's interesting”, he smiles. “I'm a dance major”, he tells you.

“I know”, you say without thinking, covering your mouth immediately. “I mean, everyone knows”, you smile sheepishly.

“Ah, yes. You like me, right?” He smirks, proudly, making your face turn as red as a tomato.

“Please, stop saying that, it's embarrassing”, you hide your face in your hands.

“It's embarrassing that you like me?” He chuckles, tilting his head.

“You were not supposed to know that”, you clarify, “it's pathetic that I have feelings for someone who didn't even know I existed until last night”, you sigh.

“I clearly knew you existed, since I knew that you like me”, he teases. “I don't think it's pathetic, the heart wants what it wants”

“Is that why you dated all those girls?” You ask, naively, making his eyes grow wide. He didn't think you'd be that straightforward.

“No, I'm not one to rejected a nice looking girl”, he shrugs, “they just didn't manage to be more than that to me, but I'm sure they can be something more for someone else”

“Ah”, you nod, feeling awkward.

“Do you want to date me?” He asks nonchalantly like he's asking how was your day, making you choke on the water you just drank.

“What?” You ask, shocked.

“I think I was very clear”, he answers, scowling.

“Why would you want to date me?”

“I guess you heard me well”, he teases, “you're my type���, Minho clarifies.

“I don't think I'm, though”, you oppose.

“I think I know better than you who is or is not my type”

“I mean, I'm not pretty like your other girlfriends”, you push.

“Firstly: why would I want someone just like the people I broke up with? Second: I think you're pretty”

You feel your whole face hot, covering your mouth instantly so he doesn't see the stupid smile you have on your lips.

“Also, I like fucking you”, he ruins the moment, smirking, “I wanna keep doing that”

“What a gentleman”, you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat growing on your lower stomach. He doesn't need to know that you'd give anything for him to fuck you right now on the restroom of the restaurant.

“I can be one”, he stretches his arm, grabbing your hand, caressing it. “Or I can be the opposite of that, it's your call”, he shrugs.

That's precisely how you ended up fucking on the restaurant’s restroom. He pulled you inside the confined space, bending you on the sink and before you could prepare yourself his cock was inside of you.

“Fuck, kitten”, he groans, covering your mouth, not slowing down his thrusts. “You have to be quiet if you don't wanna get caught”, you nod, crying out, seeing his smirk through the reflection of the mirror.

You ended up dating him. It's not like it's a sacrifice for you or anything but you couldn't wrap your head around the reason that the Lee Minho would want to date you of all people. People's reaction was different from the one you expected too, they didn't really care, thinking he was going to dump you in a week.

However, to their surprise and especially yours, he didn't. Minho never even brought up the idea of breaking up and when you realized, two months had already passed.

After two months you still couldn't believe you were dating him and how hot he is, you always thought he was the most handsome man you ever saw but dating him hits differently. Now you can see him after a shower, coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hip, his muscular chest bare for you to drool over. He cooks for you, making your favorite foods or some you never ate before. He brings you snacks and makes side dishes for you to eat at home. Minho picks you up before class and takes you back home after or he invites you to sleep over at the frat. You're already acquainted with all his friends, they even come looking for you to show you things when you're in the house. It makes you wonder if they acted like that with all of his girlfriends. Two months of the sweetest romance and the best sex you've ever had.

At least it was. You're not going to deny it, you're insecure. Minho is someone you never thought you could reach, so to be his girlfriend? It's something you never imagined. As he told you before, he has a great number of options, so the possibility that he'll replace you anytime, scares you.

You try forgetting about that, try not to overthink, until you find him at the library with a girl all over him. She's beautiful, perfect skin and shiny hair, she's hanging too close to him, touching his arm and throwing her head back in an exaggerated laugh. She's actually touching him at any chance she gets and you're there paralyzed like an idiot, watching it.

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes and you turn around and walk to the opposite side. You are his girlfriend, you should definitely step in, but in all honesty, you are too scared. Scared he'll look at you like you are nothing, that he's finally going to look at you with cold eyes like you have been waiting for it to happen.

You don't talk to him for days, avoiding meeting with him and ignoring his calls. You know it's childish to just ignore someone like that but you just needed to prepare yourself for the dreadful conversation you were about to have. It's going to be for the best if you two break up, he can go back to the way he lived before and you can stop worrying about when he's going to get tired of you.

It's not a surprise when Minho shows up at your door, you expected that to happen but wasn't expecting his appearance. He has his hair disheveled, deep eye bags under his eyes and he looks furious.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, angrily, not even greeting you and storming inside your apartment like a hurricane. “Why did you disappear?”

“I needed to think”, you murmur, closing the door behind you.

“Think about what? You should at least have answered my texts”, he huffs, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the couch.

“About us”, you answer him, making his face soften a bit.

“What about us?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion.

“I think it's best if we break up”, you tell him at once, not really capable of dragging this conversation for too long, it was already so hard to say that sentence, you are about to cry at any minute.

“What are you on about?” He frowns, taking a step closer to you, but you take a step back.

“I'm trying to make the right decision for the both of us”, you sigh, “it's not like this is going to last anyways, you should go find someone who's on your level”

He scoffs, breathing a laugh. You expected any other reaction of him, but that one was not included.

“So that is what this is about”, he starts walking towards you and you start stepping back, until you bump into the kitchen table with nowhere else to run. Minho gets closer to you, looking down on you as he cages you between the table and his body.

“My kitten is insecure, is that it?” He asks, making you blush with the pet name. Minho never gets tired of making you flustered.

“I'm not”, you lie, avoiding his gaze.

“You know I don't like liars”, he tells you, “but I guess it's on me, if I did a better job as your boyfriend you wouldn't be feeling like this’, he pouts.

“You are a great boyfriend”, you murmur, trying not to look into his eyes, he's too close.

“Hm? I am?” He teases. “Then what's it, kitten, did you find someone more interesting than me?” He smiles, it was supposed to be a joke but the way your eyes widened with that simple suggestion makes him a bit mad. “Is that it?” He asks, narrowing his eyes to stare at you.

“No, there's no one like that”, you tell him.

“Then why did you hesitate?”, he raises his brows in questioning. You were just too shocked to answer right away but he doesn't let you tell him that. “Nice way to make me angry”, he scoffs. “I told you I can be a fucking gentleman so why do you always make me be the opposite of that?” He asks, taking a step closer to you and pressing his body against yours. His hands slide around your waist, caging you even more in his hold.

“Minho, I-”, you try to speak but he tsks, interrupting you.

“You need to learn a lesson”, he tells you, leaning closer and brushing his lips on your cheek, trailing it down to your jaw and then your neck. “You are mine”, he whispers before attaching his mouth to your neck, biting on your skin so hard you whine with the pain.

His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing it and pulling you up, to sit on the table. You were on your pjs already ready to sleep and that makes his access to your body easier, the thin fabric of your clothes can barely block the warmth coming from his body to yours.

Minho pops open his dress shirt, letting it slide and fall on the floor, watching your reaction to him. You bite on your bottom lip, staring at his muscular chest. He always looks so good, you feel like moaning just by looking at him.

“Min…”, you murmur, spreading your legs wide for him. It's not like you can resist him anyways.

“There you are”, he smiles, unbuckling his pants and letting it fall down at his feet, “my needy girl”

You avoid his eyes, pulling your shirt off to reveal your bare chest to him.

“You look so hot, all spread for me like this”, he smiles, getting on his knees. Minho pulls the waistband of your shorts and panties down, watching your glistening cunt in excitement. “Is this because of me or are you thinking about someone else?” He pushes, finally seeing you look at him, shaking your head frantically.

“It's all you, the only one I think about is you”, you confess, feeling your cheeks hot.

Minho grins, putting your legs over his shoulders and kissing your inner thighs. He licks your pussy slightly, just teasing you, making you put your hands on his head to force him against your core.

You can feel him smile, licking a long strip between your folds, attaching his lips to your clit next. Minho slides his hand between your legs, inserting two fingers inside of you, going in and out while he sucks your aching core, grunting and groaning with you pulling on his hair and he watches as you become undone in his mouth.

You can feel your orgasm coming, your toes curl immediately and you buck your hips against his mouth desperately, chasing your high and when the knot on your lower stomach finally explodes, you moan loudly, trembling in his embrace.

Minho stands up, cleaning around his mouth with his fingers and then licking on them.

“Still my favorite taste”, he smirks. You look stunning with your soft lips parted and hair disheveled, your chest rises and falls in a fast rhythm.

“This is going to be the last time I'll let you have your way”, you try looking the least bit believable while stating that, but that only makes him chuckle, stroking his cock a few times before he comes closer to you.

“And that only proves that you still haven't understood the situation you're in”, he tells you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock while he waits for you to stop him but you don't, you want to feel him inside you so fucking much that it seems like you're going crazy. He pushes in, feeling your cunt squeezing him deliciously. “Fuck”, Minho murmurs. Your arms wrap around his waist, burying your nails in his skin, the snap of his hips against yours making you breathless.

He kisses you, feeling your sweet lips against his only adds to the building up of his orgasm, you look so pretty, you're perfect for him, your pussy is perfect for him, he won't let you end things with him that easily.

He pulls away from you for a moment, your mouth is parted and your eyes are glossy, he wants to hold you forever.

“I'm in love with you”, he confesses, thrusts faltering a bit. Your eyes grow wide to his sudden revelation. “You won't get rid of me that easily, kitten”, he groans, pressing his lips against yours one more time.

That's enough for you to cum, squirming and trembling in his embrace, while you watch him breathlessly thrust inside of you, eyes locked with yours.

“Do it inside”, you cry out, overstimulated after your second orgasm. Minho groans, bending towards you and kissing you, spilling his hot cum inside you while he bites on your lips.

He rests his head on your shoulder, breathless, trying to recompose himself.

“Don't ever talk about breaking up, ever again”, he pulls away to look at you, finding your eyes brimming with tears.

“But I saw that girl hitting on you the other day at the library”, you pout, making him sigh, cupping your face with both of his hands.

“Yes, she was hitting on me but I told her I have a really smart, hot girlfriend and that I was not interested”, he tells you, making you feel like the greatest idiot in the world.

“I'm sorry, I should have checked with you first”, you say, “I just love you so much, I'm scared you're going to dump me”, you confess, making him chuckle. His heart beating like crazy, it's the first time you openly say you love him.

“Y/n, you're stuck with me for a long time”, he gives you a peck on the lips, “I won't ever do anything to hurt you, okay?”

You nod, feeling warmth spreading all over your chest.

“Now, you better prepare yourself, ‘cause you need to receive some punishment for disappearing and making me worry”, he tells you, showing you that devilish smirk of his and before you can run to save yourself, Minho is picking you up and dragging you to your room.

[linc-karo-27]

So Anderson took a photo of the chair thing behind him and omg

A) this looks like a Collab FFXIV Mount and I need it (the collab with Sanrio) now

B) If Bayleaf tried to get his arse in that seat can we please get the evidence because I don't trust him to have not tried if allowed to.

Jonathan Bailey at the Loewe Crafted World Exhibition party in Shangai (March 21, 2024) [x]