#LY BESTIEE

[wakanai]

Are you okay?

AAAAAAAA HELLO BESTIE!!

SLR. Yesterday was Sunday for me and I was trynna take a break from stuff. RN I'm busy doing something BUT I opened tumblr and I found this and I couldn't resist responding. Yes, I'm okay, thank yew!!!

haha I hope I didn't worry you. I sometimes suddenly go offline which can worry some of my new friends sometimes 😅😅

I'm okay tho!! thank you sm for asking!!<33333333333333333333333

random fact: I sometimes seen zone or respond late to my friends (same with tumblr moots) BUT it doesn't mean I hate them. It just means I'm busy doing something OR I'm tired/not in the mood and will just respond later.

If I don't respond, it's either one of those things.

I really hate non-direct confrontation, so if I have a problem w my friends, I tell them.

So unless I say it to you directly, just assume we're still besties and that I'm probably just sleeping or doing something else 🤭🤭

ILY THOUGH BESTIE!!!

UR THE BEST CAT EVER

mwa mwa mwa <33333333333333

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[gurugirl]

Hiii bestiee!!!! How was was your day??

I'm obsessed by the way you have written sex tutor H!!! It was so perfect like Ahhh can't wait for part 2!!!

No pressure tho but was just wondering how is Mean king harry is!! Earlier you have posted a lil sneaky that was so perfect so is there any chance that you could give a lil sneaky of it!! Nd if not then it's okay too!!:)

Ahhh thank you! I'm just so happy y'all seemed to love sex tutor so much! Part 2 is in the works!

Mean King is slowly coming alive. It's a lot of work, though. Period pieces take a bit more research and while I'm sure I'm not going to get everything 100% right, I want to do the story justice. I can't say when it'll be ready quite yet.

BUT! Here's another sneaky for you since you asked so nicely :)

First sneak peek to mean king!harry here.

👑👑👑👑

But there was also the concern of the King’s marital status.

��You’ll need a Queen. Someone to continue the Styles’ lineage for Thornekeep. The people will want to know they are under the rule of a stable Sovereign.”

“What does it matter how the people feel? I can rule without a Queen. I’d rather not be hindered,” Harry waved a hand as he spoke unconcerned.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, how do you expect to have a child out of wedlock?”

The cheeky grin that pulled up on Harry’s face had his advisor suddenly standing to stop the King from answering that question but Harry only laughed and looked at the man, “Sit. Do not interrupt me again. I think Our Lord Mayer would like a lesson in biology and I’m not one to turn down a teaching moment.”

The advisor relented with a sigh, sitting down (what was he to do? tell the King not to speak?), and Harry began, “One does not need the burden of wedlock to create offspring. It’s quite simple you see…” all the men knew where this was going as Harry continued, “All I need to do is stick my fiddle within the sweet quim whiskers of a beautiful woman and keep it in until I’ve done my duty. Could take a few rounds to set but I imagine soon enough the woman receiving my bounty will be heavy with child and upon the moment of birth will provide me an heir. No need for a marital contract of any sort.”

The men of the council looked around at one another in near shock at Harry’s dismissal of tradition as the Lord Mayor spoke, “That will not do. It is imperative you find a Queen, my King. You need a woman that will raise said heir in the castle with you, bring them up properly, and teach them our ways. This will be your legacy. You must see that.”

Harry knew of course that his words would fall on deaf ears. He knew he’d have to marry and make a show of it. But he did enjoy seeing the looks on the faces of the fancy and feathered men, all tensed with their sleek coverings of velvet and wool and white tights tucked into silk and leather shoes with shiny silver buckles and heels that made them appear taller than they were.

“Fine. I’ll have my selection in a fortnight.”

His selection. As if he were choosing a dish to be served for dinner. But that is how Harry saw it after all. He would have his choice of dishes just as he would have his choice of women. It would be the roasted venison with piping hot potatoes, smothered in butter, and artichokes for his dinner, and for his wife, he’d take the pretty redhead with the plump bottom and big bosom lying in his bed. She had the kind of tummy that would take a child well he figured.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Bestiee omg I just caught up with SWITCH and I’m here to petition on behalf of my bby gurl Mikasa. Give her the D 🍆 cause why is my guy not following the list in numerical order 😂 it’s only fair ajaja

But it was sooo fun to read. Like your mind is just amazing & filthy and I lovee ittt 🥹 ditzy M is literally my fav person 🤗 I just love how she’s so innocent and down bad for her mans but still kinda a brat who doesn’t take his shit!! Ughh obsessed with ditzy Mikasa 😍

I hope we get some updates in 2024 but no pressure cause you’re still THAT gurl regardless 💕

Hope you’re doing well & have a great week boo 😊

OMG SWITCH, FORGOT ABOUT THAT LOL!! OOPS ! AHAHAH omg tho lol, yeah Eren really fucked her over with the list he's just doing whatever he finds convenient at this point or rather whatever I find convenient lol!! But I think next chapter I'll finally be forced to drop some sex!

AHHH i'm so thrilled, yes I love this version of Mikasa too. I think at the beginning she was more just ditzy but for me I have this inability to write Mikasa ever taking shit lying down like she will always be sassy and a brat! Doesn't matter if she's enjoying it and being a ditz lol!! She just oozes girly pop energy to me!

Of course! I plan to update at some point! As usual I have no idea when tho lol! it just depends on the mood! THANK YOU T HO ILY ANON, IT'S LITTLE MESSAGES LIKE THIS THAT KEEP SWITCH ALIVE FOR ME !

[pacifymebby]

Ohh wait hi! I wanna send one of those 🌹!!❤️❤️

🐻 "These my little zieskiet, these yeah are a very dangerous object, and you right, you're a very good girl yeah, so you my dear, you should not be leaving these, dangerous things yeah, you should not be leaving dangerous things like this lying around right, cause you never know who's gonna find em..."

- From, You Leave Your Underwear in their Office

Thanks for the ask bestiee ❤️❤️

[pubwegf]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIEEEE 💕💕

LY BESTIEE 💖💖💖

[floralbeast]

Whyy the hell you are soo sweet??!!

I adore you bestieee and favv mutual 3>>

Also, poem???

Heyaa...

Have you met yourself?? You're are hella sweet and awesome dear. Thanks for such lovely and kind words.

Y'all are so lovely, so don't you think y'all deserve my love!? ;)

And yes poem is coming soon. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

Ly! ❤

[vettely]

aston martin already making me feel special with sending me one(1) email

[honeyspiders10]

Hey bestie!!! Can you write me some Eddie Munson fluff I’m so tired of seeing smut there is not enough of the fluffy cinnamon roll

Agreed..

HEY BESTIEE!!! the eddie brain rot is real... and I agree that there is a lot of eddie smut and not enough fluff. People are horny its something that can't be fixed.

You didn't give me a prompt to go off, so I'm just go and I hope you enjoy.

it’s proofread now.. :)

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Gender: gender neutral

Pairing: eddie munson

Summary: you get home from work and are very tired and go to Eddie's room and lay on top of him and sleep. :)

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Your pov

It's been a busy day at the record store, a lot of customers, some nice, some bitchy. The normal. The day was finally coming to a close and I would finally be able to get home and collapse onto my boyfriend.

As the last customer slowly made their way to the door, I made my way over and flipped the open sign over to now say closed and locked the door. I made the embarrassing journey to try and find my car keys, once I found them I shoved the key into the ignition and drove towards my freaks trailer.

I made it to his trailer after what felt like forever, traffic was not on my side today. I opened the door (eddie doesn't seem like the type of guy to keep his door locked) and walked in. I threw my coat on the couch and made the short trek to his messy bedroom. I peeked my head around his door frame and saw him lying on his bed in pajamas reading Lord of the Rings.

He felt my stare and looked up at me, when he realized who it was he wore a smile on his face. "Hey sweetheart, you look tired." He said with a stupid grin on his lips. I didn't say anything and walked over to him and plopped down on top of him, as my weight landed on him he made an "oof" sound. I felt him put his book to the side and wrap his arms around my waist and kiss the top of my head. "I am tired, dingus." I stated, with a smile on my face.

"Do you want to take a nap my tired little bug?" He said with that stupid grin on features. "Yes please. Can you hold me?" I said with puppy eyes while resting my chin on his clothed chest. With a dramatic gasp he uttered, "why holding you would be absolutely dreadful! But for my love, I will endure the pain that is to come.." he said, with a cheeky smile on his features. "You're an idiot, munson." I said with a wide toothy smile on my face. "Ah, I am. But I'm your idiot." He said, cupping my face and planting a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips. "That you are my prince, that you are." I stated, slipping into a peaceful slubber.

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That's all!! Hope you enjoyed bestie!! I hope everyone else enjoyed too!! Toodles!!

@boo5670 this is my bestie!! Go check them out! They write things every once in a while!!

[xxk3vonicaxx]

The ask itselff:

10. This is where this out of context screenshot comes inn:

This wasn't about your agreement you had with me to not talk about Blurryy (that agreement was forcedd, by the wayy), this was about Mobcritt. I had stated this multiple times but you failed to show itt (and also ignore itt, if it was ever sent to youu):

11. And yet you're still censoring Cultc0re/Marcy's name heree? Even though you know they're a groomerr? Woww

Alsoo, Marcy has a history of lying about their ex that they groomedd. Saying that he had abused herr, when in realityy, it was the other way aroundd:

(More proof of this is shown in the docc)

As of noww, Zombify is currently lying about a situation that he was there forr, which is the fact that Cultc0re had stolen one of my OCs (mentioned heree) as well as it's redesign from their ex that belongs to himm (Shown in Zavrozo's docc). This stolen character is now for salee, by the wayy, which is also shown in Zavrozo's docc:

Please don't interact with any of the peoplee (Zombifyy, Blurryy, aand Cultc0re/Marcyy) mentioned in this threadd. Don't harass them eitherr. Marcy's ex just wants to be left alone as welll. I myself am very tired of dealing with these people tooo, though when they try to spread out of context things to make me look badd, then obviously I address itt. It's very annoying to have to deal withh

All I want is an apologyy, a real apologyy, a real apology stating why your actions towards mee, my bestiee, and my friends was wrongg, something that Blurry especially has failed to do with the doxxing threats mainlyy. As he only states what he did and not why it was wrongg

And say it to my facee, directly to mee. Stop using other people to fight your battles as welll

This is a part 1, 'cause this broke the 30 image limitt:

So another friend of Blurry's (my ex-friend Zombify/Ninjautistic) made a thread on me that's full of things that are left out and out of context screenshotss. Zavrozo has updated the doc on Blurry with a part 2 here to provide all of the necessary context and has also debunked this threadd, though I'm going to debunk it myself with all the necessary contextt

I never sent anyone to youu, they came on their own timee. My friend had literally followed you since Junee. Not to mentionn, you put them in danger by making them be apart of your little thread by not censoring them in the screenshotss. They're a MINORR! (not to mentionn, why make them the cover imagee? It's unneededd):

Transcripted audio from the voice memooo:

“Like if you’re gonna pride yourself about protecting people, not the right people sometimes but you know, protecting people. You can’t just willy-nilly put a 14 year old’s impulsive messages on the fcking internet for the people to publicly see… Like don’t you see how wrong that is??”

“For a sensitive person it’s awfully… Awfully, like awfully fcking you don’t think about how a 14 year old would feel in that situation… Like no 14 year old should be under that pressure anyway. Let alone a person under 13 God forbid, is on twitter and gets called out for something bad when they’re just uneducated and they… And then they get rained with slurs… I’ve seen that happen three times in the past month… Like… God.”)

Alsooo, here's their statement on your threadd:

2. Ironic how you don't put any proof to prove me wrong that Cultc0re's a groomer and only put her barebones "defensee". Anywayy, here's proof of thiss. There's a whole section on this in the doc showing that they groomed their exx, alongside a section that shows them maliciously making false chargebacks on Paypall. The section on them is more detailed in the docc:

False chargebacks prooff:

Oohh! Aaand you knew this by the wayy!:

The fact that you had become their mutual only AFTER me and you stopped being friends is really tellingg:

(The rest will be continued in reblogs as this hit the 30 image post limitt)

[spencersmagic]

Remember me.

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request: "hey bestiee, i have a request . where spencer loses her memory after something happened in field and reader tries to make him remember her. it won’t be easy for them but i think a happy ending would be nice🦋 i think it could be either a blurb or fiction but however you feel better✨✨ thankss"

couple: spencer reid x fem reader

category: a lot of angst, fluff. happy ending :)

warnings: mentions of injury, amnesia (it shows i have no freaking idea about how that works :)), brief mentions of blood. let me know if there's anything else.

this was really hard to write but i like it :) i hope you do, too.

also, this request is 3+ months old. i'm shameful shfjksdhfks

***

It all came to her in bits: the sirens, the empty words coming from her walkie-talkie, trying to keep her calm, the cold breeze that suddenly became too hot when she heard the gunshot, the three pairs of footsteps walking up to the love of her life, unconscious, lying on a pool of blood.

Oh god. There was so much blood.

Ironically enough, she couldn’t remember what had led to this moment. She couldn’t really figure out who the culprit of her heartbreak was. Or maybe she did.

It’s all so blurry.

Because nothing feels real - nothing feels like it changed but, at the same time, everything has shifted.

As if her glasses had suddenly changed color, now tinted in a green-grey color that only captured pain and so much confusion. As if the entire world had been pulled from under her feet, leaving her floating, searching for some gravitational force that would stabilize her, allow her to stand up.

**

“Dr Reid has suffered blunt force trauma to the head, as well as a bullet that lodged onto his thigh. Two centimeters to the left, and it would’ve hit the main femoral artery. You’re lucky he’s stable, Mrs. Reid” the Doctor explained to her with the most sympathetic look. She was staring at the doctor in front of her, unable to move, unable to comprehend.

How did this happen?

Who did this?

She could barely move, her mind still processing what she was feeling. Numb enough, though a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins..

“C-can I see him?” Y/N mumbled.

“Right this way”.

**

He looked so pale.

Practically unconscious, he lied on the bed, heavy lids and shaking, bruised body. A cut grazed his cheekbone, lining the slowly-appearing facial hair that decorated his soft skin.

He kept mumbling the same sentence over and over again.

This was the first time her heart felt like it had just been shattered.

“My name is Spencer Reid. I’m 27 years old. I’m an FBI agent. I work for the BAU. That stands for “Behavioural Analysis Unit”. My mother is Diana. She has Alzheimer’s but she’s safe. I got shot in the field. My name is…”

“Dr. Reid. Mrs. Reid is here to see you”.

He looked up at the doctor, wide eyes and stammering. “I-I didn’t know I had a sister. What's your name?” he sits up, flinching in the process, but eager to meet her.

***

“What do you mean “Amnesia”? Does this look like a cheap telenovela to you?” Y/N raised her voice at the doctor, unable to contain her rage. How did this happen? Why was he the one in the hospital gown?

The doctor reached for her pager, slowly, tentatively. “Calm down or we will have to remove you, Mrs. Reid”.

But she could only think about the love of her life, lying on the white bed sheets that definitely scratched his skin in the worst ways. She stormed back into the room.

***

“Hi! You’re my sister, right?” said Spencer at the sight of her.

“I’m not-“

“You know, genetically speaking, seeing that mom’s eyes are blue and dads are green, your eyes should look a little darker. Don’t take that as an insult, though. You look great.

You see, the Mendelian concept that plots genetic trends into dominant and regressive traits indicates that darker colors tend to proliferate in comparison to lighter ones. This means that, even though neither mom or dad have brown eyes, due to the fact that it’s a dominant trait, we are both likely to inherit it” Spencer rambled. “Wait, why are you crying?” he looked so confused.

“No-nothing, baby. Just… I’m not your sister”. she tried to hold back her sobs, eyes shutting harshly.

Spencer bit his nails. “Then who are you?”

“I’m your wife”.

“Oh… I’m sorry…” Spencer looked down at his hands. “You seem like a very sweet person, but I’m afraid I don’t remember you.” he hesitantly moved his hand forward to dry her cheeks. “I wish I did”.

She straightened up, shifting further into his touch. They stared into each other’s eyes, and she could feel herself falling in love all over again. And that when it hit her.

If Spencer had fallen in love with her before, he could do so again.

“Don’t worry, my love. If you allow me, I will show you the whole world. I’ll get you to remember”.

***

After repeatedly asking his team whether or not she was actually his wife, he eventually felt comfortable enough to go home to her. “I’m sure being close to you will help me remember little by little… I would like to get my old life back”.

The thought that she’s seen by him as “his old life”, when he’s her everything, broke her a little bit further. But Y/N was persistent.

“If he’s loved me once, he can love me again” she explained to their worried teammates.

***

It took Spencer surprisingly little time to get used to their apartment. As he walked around the apartment, his feet stood firm over the wood, though his arms were pressed tightly against his body - a position he often undertook when feeling insecure. He walked in, taking in the smell of parchment and his favorite blueberry muffins, baked by Y/N.

In that moment, he knew she would make life, with all its hardships, a little bit easier. Well, perhaps not easier, but definitely lighter.

“This is where you asked me out for the first time” she explained, smoothing over her lavender floral dress - his favorite, and the one she had worn that day. She had reached slowly to grasp his hand, but they were sitting comfortably against each other, as if they belonged within one another.

“It was a sunny day. You’ve never liked the way rain makes the clothes cling onto your body, so you made sure to pick a sunny day. We walked out here, to the lake, you turned me by the arm, ever the gentleman” she lightened the mood after seeing a frown graze his face, “and you told me you wanted to give me everything, if I accepted…” she explained. “Which I did, of course. I had been crushing on you for three months, so I was obviously thrilled”.

She turned to look at him. A frown grazed his features as he took everything in. Concentrating, he tried to recreate the scene with his imagination but he came up empty.

“What was I wearing?” he asked.

“Oh! You were wearing the most beautiful white linen shirt and brown pants. You had an orange and a green sock - you’ve always loved mixing and matching your fun socks' ' she tried to give as much information as possible. “Though what stuck out the most was the lilies you bought for me. They were gorgeous, Spencer. You’ve always had a good eye with flowers”.

“I-I don’t remember-” he stammered frustrated, shutting his eyes. She interrupted him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“It’s okay. I don’t need you to remember, Spencer. You just have to learn”.

***

The music in the bar blared. Though more confident, comfortable perhaps, he still didn’t like the loud music. After all, he never did.

“What is this?” Spencer questioned. He stood behind Y/N, hugging himself with one arm, the other holding her hand tightly.

She chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Spence. We aren’t going in” she sat down, making him follow suit. The grass usually made his skin feel uncomfortable, but her soothing touch made him forget about texture, and the smell of cheap beer, and the health-code violations that the bar definitely committed.

“This is where we usually go out. As a team...” she clarified. “...we usually sit in the booth at the far end, where we aren’t typically disturbed. However, whenever we’ve had an especially difficult case, we tend to move closer to the drinks and dance floor. We like to let our hair down but…” she trailed off.

“What? What happened?” asked Spencer, not unlike a little kid hearing an exciting story for the first time.

“You first kissed me there” Y/N let out softly, knowing how bad Spencer feels about it. “You were… tipsy, and I was dancing with Penelope and Derek. You got up, walked up to me and kissed me” she whispered. He looked bewildered at her, so she tried to soften her words. “We had already been dating for a few we-”

“What?! Just like that?!” he sputtered out. “I didn’t even ask, or-or take you to a more… hygienic place?”.

She chuckled, nostalgically. “No… But you did apologize a thousand times after that” she elbowed him, teasingly, allowing him to let out a chuckle. “I think you are completely forgiven by now”.

His laughter died with hers. “I guess you’re right…” he sat, pondering.

She took a moment to analyse his look. The beard was long gone now, and the former cut he had across his cheekbone was now but a small line. His hair had grown longer before the accident, but he had gotten a haircut from JJ which had left him as handsome as ever.

“So… Was I a good husband?” he looked down at her, wide eyed, and, for the nth time, she felt her heart break all over again. She sighed.

“Spencer, you’ve always been good at everything. Marriage hasn’t been any different - in fact, I was the one who wasn’t good enough for you, not the other way around. You loved me with a love that could never be replaced… With such care and passion that I always feel seen and comfortable whenever I am around you” she explained softly.

He smiled sadly. “You sound like you really loved me”.

Caressing the scar on his cheekbone, she whispered, “I really do”.

***

“Where are we?”

“This is Rossi’s place. He’s letting us walk around and see if you can remember anything” she reasoned.

“Okay” he replied as he walked her into the unfamiliar home. “What did we do here?” he asked, eyeing the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

She exhaled shakily. “This is where you proposed to me”. Chuckling, she continued, “you always said meaning is only found where you place it. Proposing in a fancy restaurant, though perhaps prettier, wouldn’t ever compare to the countless memories we have made in David’s house”.

Her sneakers squeaked against the floor as she moved across the lounge. “Here, you got on one knee and told me about all the things that had made you fall in love with me… you explained that I was the only one for you, that nobody had ever made you feel like I have a-and…” she was cut off with her own sob, as she remembered all the things she could never get back.

Everything she had lived, all the memories she had shared with her partner, were long gone. Almost nothing but a mere figment of her own memory. How real were they, really, if the shared memories had now turned into ideas? Was her memory at play when she remembered all the ways she had fallen in love with the genius in front of her? Perhaps, it was her imagination.

Perhaps, none of it was any more real than it was to him. Stories told by a girl trying to reminisce over two forgotten people.

“I-I can’t, Spencer. You walk around. I’m d-done”, she hurried out, getting a cab.

***

Spencer had felt awful after what had happened. So awful, in fact, that he had gotten her favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, Cookies & Cream (something she had mentioned once, and yet, something he couldn’t seem to forget).

He shuffled to her door, duffle bag on one hand, and two tubs of melting ice cream on the other. Knocking with the elbow, which he appreciated due to the sheer amount of germs that normally reside in our hands, he waited in front of the wooden door, chewing the inside of his cheek.

The door opened to reveal a messy-haired Y/N wearing a purple pair of surprisingly familiar oversized pyjama pants and a black tank top. She looked up at her. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly.

“I’m here to make it up to you” he said, walking into the apartment.

“You don’t have to-”

“Yeah, I do. Because I know that what happened wasn’t my fault, but I should’ve been more careful with handling your emotions. So…” he lifted the tubs, “...ice cream”.

“Okay… Grab the spoons and sit down with the tubs. I’ll make your pop corn” she said, shuffling towards the kitchen. “In the meantime, you can start any episode of Doctor Who. I will be there in 5’” she said.

***

As Y/N walked back into the living room, she was greeted by a small Spencer, head between his hands, a blanket hugging him.

“Spencer… Are you okay?” she hesitated. He looked up at her, face tear-streaked. He stood up suddenly.

“I-” he choked up, sobbing. “I remember”. He walked up to her quickly, removing the popcorn bowl from her hands, setting it on the counter.

“Y-you remember?” she smiled, looking up to him, hands hugging his cheeks. He nodded, “I do! I remember the first day you walked into the precinct. I-I remember seeing your face light up with joy at the prospect of working at the BAU. The only thing I could think about was that you are light. Because you are. You are the person I had been waiting for all those years.

I remember seeing you dancing with the team on one of our nights off. The way you swayed to the rhythm of the beat. I’ve never been good at dancing, or parties, or girls but at that time, I had to throw caution out of the wind, and have you.

I remember that I quoted Jane Austen when I proposed to you! She said “I have no notion of loving in halves”, a-and it never made sense until I saw you”.

He sighed, pulling her close to his chest.

“I know these last months have been incredibly hurtful to you: to see the person you love not even remember you. But I need you to know that you have always been so much more than enough for me” he grasped her face with his soft hands, and leaned in.

“Can I kiss you, darling?” he asked, chuckling through tears. She laughed between sobs.

“Every day for the rest of your life, my love”.

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[angelwonie]

HIII BESTIEE I SAW HARD THOUGHTS AND here i am,, okay but like mr. choi soobin and UH praising, and worshipping his s/o AND *cough* size kink

forgot abt this omg anywaysss

you’re lying on your back, his chest pressed against yours as he thrusts into you — slowly, but deeply enough to make you see stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head. his hands are on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge that’s formed there because of how deep soobin’s cock is buried inside of your pussy. if your thoughts were a little bit more coherent you might’ve noticed how his eyes grow wider at the sight, and his dick twitches inside of you. “You’re doing so well, baby, such a good girl for me,” He’s saying, stroking your hair as you moan his name. “You look so pretty with your cute little pussy stuffed full.”

[vegasporschetruther]

HAPPY BDAYY BESTIEE!!! I hope you have the time of your life, you deserve only good things and I hope you get them ❤️❤️ I’m so proud of youu!! Ly, and happy bday again !!

THANKKKSSEEEEE TAMM LOVEEEEE <33333333

[lastonthebrakes]

omg shoutout to leicester ly bestiees<3

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

This story is so good I can’t wait to see Harry navigate this pregnancy! I do feel bad for Olivia, imagine your boyfriend cheating and getting his ex-girlfriend pregnant and then lying about it. Harry really did her a number :-(

Bestiee 😭🥰 this make me so happy 💕💕 I promise everything will start to make sense but I feel that you won’t really like me for the next chapter 🙈

[cant-think-of-a-username]

Hey there! May I request a matchup please?

I use she/here pronouns and don't have a gender preference. I am an ENFP-T and rather a loud person. I absolutely love hanging out with others and making people's days! I am an honest (that’s because I am TERRIBLE at lying haha) and open person, and am maybe a bit overly optimistic. I care a lot about my close ones, and think about them often. I’m very emotional and insecure about myself. Which is weird because I always try to see the good in others, just not in myself. Sometimes I just don’t care about my wellbeing.

I like to draw and do Kung Fu for a long time now. I also like to play videogames.

My ideal date would be a walk while holding hands and eating ice cream. Just talking about everything. Stopping by a bench admiring the scenery. My must have in a partner is probably that they are ok with physical touch. I LOVE cuddles. I would really like a drabble, but if you feel like to do a moodboard thats fine too!

Thank you so much and have a great day! :D

I ship you with...

Iwaizumi Hajime !!

- he absolutely adores u

- it makes him feel so proud seeing u act kind towards everyone

- self deprecating thoughts ?? not on his watch. he will go all the way to make sure u know that u are perfect the way u are

- if he notices that u have been worrying too much about others, he WILL make sure u take care of urself too and will not hesitate to lightly scold u for neglecting it

- u also do the same for him and he can never thank u enough

- since u know kung fu, u guys end up play fighting alot but no matter what u do u never will be able to beat him at arm wrestling (like have u seen his arms??)

- but when it comes to video games, you are the queen (go bestiee!)

- i believe iwa’s love language is physical touch

- so after a long exhausting day, the only thing both of u want is to be in each other’s arms

- he really loves when u come to his games and it gives him an extra boost of motivation

- oikawa is jealous of y’alls relationship </3 (he probably even third wheels sometimes)

- if u are good with words it will make iwa flustered, like if u would randomly go up to him and say “i love u” u will definitely be able to see the blush creeping up his neck and ears “i-i.. i love u too” <3

BONUS :

How he comforts you..

You finally got home after a long tiring day, and you were completely exhausted with your brain overthinking anything and everything about yourself, making you feel insecure. You hear your phone ring; you pick up to hear iwa’s voice on the other side. “hey, you were acting little bit different today, are you okay ?” he asks in a concerned tone. “yeah, i’m ,uh, fine” you try your best to sound sincere. he sighs softly. “you know you are a terrible liar, get ready and i’ll come pick you up in 15” he says. 15 minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. You open up to be met with iwa standing there with a somewhat concerned yet caring look on his face. “wanna go get ice cream ?” he asks. “sure”. After you guys got ice cream, you walked to a nearby park and sat on one of the benches. “what’s wrong ? you know you can tell me anything” he says in a loving tone. “it’s nothing really, i just have been feeling a little insecure lately” you say with a small pout forming on your face. “you are the most sweet, breathtakingly beautiful, talented, and on top of all that, caring person i know” he says in a reassuring manner. “if only you could see your self in the same way i see you” he continues, pulling you into the warmest hug ever. “thanks hajime” you say, a smile forming on your face. You pull away after a little while since you felt him tense up a bit only to be met with the most flustered iwa you have ever seen...

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Also, do i need to say again.. You work is incredible!? Ly<3

Awwiee thanksss I lovee your works too they are AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGGG love you too <3

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