#ig this explores their relationship a little

[suckishima]

rrrrrrrrr im so frustrated with my writing. its just been weeks of struggle and whyyyy. idk i think i need to rework or rethink what im going for with this one or something, its like i can feel the threads of the themes i wanna do are sooo close to tying together but it just isnt quite reaching yet and so it reads like a stilted bland mess but the more i stare at it the further away it feels aaah

i know it can get there i kNOW it can, the ending and like aha moment is so cleaaaar that i think its almost too solid and thats why my beginning feels so fucked—like i just keep asking myself 'well if hes gonna get there in chapter 5, whats stopping him from getting there now in chapter 2??' i tHOUGHT i had reasons but now that im there i just keep instinctually writing him to have the connecting/realization moment anyway and like. if that's how it is then what even IS the story??? i need a break

[moishecampbell]

scream. post cancelled besties

sheila o’malley // 4x01 lazarus rising // 15x19 inherit the earth

[cheolism]

BAPTIZE

✰ — motorbike racer!song mingi x f!reader ✷ — summary: a moment in a coat closet during a party. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.6k ✷ — genre: mob scene, underground racing, undefined sexual relationship. ✰ — warnings: oral (f! receiving), fingering (f!receiving), biting (f!receiving), mentions of murder, morally grey reader, morally grey world & fic. possessive mingi, pussy-drunk mingi, mingi's rings, mingi w an eyebrow piercing. exhibitionism (ig), mentions of suffocation (in a good way), the relationship between sex and religion (blasphemy). mob boss!choi seungcheol mentioned. ✷ — rating: 18+ mdni. ✰ — note: this is just an idea i got n wanted to flesh out a bit! if anyone wants me to explore some more, lmk! it's very much just a passing moment between these two characters; you're being thrown into a world, catching a small glimpse of it. inspired by that scene from "birthday" where mingi's grabbing the cake!

“pretty,” mingi breathed out. his nose bumped against your clit, and you could feel the movement in the air as he breathed in, smelling you. his hands – his large, beautiful hands decorated in silver and gold metal – grab at your thighs greedily, as if they were mounds of diamonds and gems instead of flesh. 

“so fucking pretty,” he moaned. his tongue was thick and broad as he licked a stripe up your cunt, from the rim of your hole to your clit. he slurped at your pussy, suckling at your clit. 

“‘gi,” you whined out, your hands darting out to grip at the fur surrounding you. a coat closet wasn’t the sexiest place mingi’s fucked you in, the winning spot being in that balcony pool that overlooked bangkok. 

but there’s something dangerous about it. something dangerous about mingi, his tongue thrusting into your hole and swallowing your juices, with his black smeared eyeshadow and leather outfit. something dangerous about fucking in a coat closet, laying on top of a stranger’s fur coat. 

“say my name,” he groaned out. his voice was deep usually, but now it seemed to come out from his gut, deep within. “tell me, baby.”

you couldn’t help tossing your leg over his shoulder, your skirt falling the rest of the way off of your ankle from where he had shoved it down. with your leg over his shoulder you brought him closer, hugging him between your other leg and your thigh, tight around his broad shoulders. 

he laughed into your cunt, fingers digging into your skin. “that’s it baby,” he said. you could barely make out his facial features – the sharp cut of his eyes, the plushness of his mouth. his eyebrow ring glinted in the faint light, a silent siren song. 

“suffocate me,” he said. he brought his face back to your pussy, speaking into your cunt, nose sliding up between your lips. “trap me, baby.”

you dug your heel into his back. he was still entirely dressed and so were you, save for your skirt and panties. but it was so unfair. you could count the amount of times you saw mingi naked on one hand, the amount you got to treasure the wide panes of his shoulders and slim curves of his waist even less. 

with your thighs around his head, keeping him trapped, mingi got back to work. 

he dug a single finger into your pussy as he lapped at your clit. mingi ate messily. he smeared his mouth over your cunt, pressed his face flat against your pussy. he devoted himself to eating cunt like he did racing. 

he’s a golden racer, you thought, but if it was a challenge between which he did better, racing or eating cunt, he’d have to settle for being silver. 

mingi angled his finger up. his single finger was long enough to where he didn’t really have to search for your g-spot, finding that sweet little treasure easily. he didn’t do anything other than press against it, rubbing it. 

he didn’t need to do much with his finger. 

he was doing above and beyond with his mouth. 

“fucking get me wet,” he mumbled out, tongue dipping out to trace against the muscle surrounding your clit. “come on, baby. baptize me.”

mingi pressed a kiss to your clit, and then he was ducking down to your hole again. you were clenching fervently around his finger, begging for more. you needed more. no matter what was going on outside – no matter why you were at the party in the first place, no matter that your boss wanted to kill his and serve his fucking head on a plate – 

mingi shoved his tongue in beside his finger. he shoved his spit inside, drenching himself further. his nose poked and prodded at your clit with every movement of his face, though it wasn’t true stimulation like what he was providing before. 

he suckled at your hole; lapped at it. mingi was a dehydrated man stumbling through the desert, your cunt an oasis. 

you could feel your juices slide down your ass, could feel them smear along your inner thighs as mingi moved to press quick, hot kisses to them before he dove back to your pussy. 

he always made you feel so hot. not sexy – well that too, with how he always acted as if he was starving for your cunt – but overwhelmed. like you were an asteroid streaking through the night sky, hurtling straight toward the ground at the speed of light. 

when your phone vibrated beside you, you were so startled you jumped in mingi’s hold. he let out a muffled noise, and then he was lifting his face from between your legs. 

you grappled for a moment, and then you grabbed your phone. the light of your phone pierced through the darkness of the room, making you squint against the harshness. 

“fuckin’ boss,” you slurred out, half-drunk on mingi. “wanting me.”

mingi let out a chuckle. then he was pressing a fervent kiss to your thigh. “gonna make you cum first,” he announced. 

“you won’t be able to fuck me,” you said, spreading your legs out for him. 

he shrugged, moving each of your legs over a shoulder. “you’ll owe me,” he decided. “you’ll be at the race the yontararak princess is hosting, yeah?”

“minnie isn’t a princess.”

mingi shrugged. “wears a fucking crown, don’t she?”

“that was once,” you said. 

mingi slapped two of his fingers against your thigh. “answer me. will you be there or not?”

“that’s two months away,” you said. “a lot can happen in two months, mingi. especially in our line of work.”

mingi ducked his head. in a rare display of – you don’t even know what to call it. adoration? admiration? devotion? posession? mingi bit at your thigh, his teeth settling into your skin. 

you jumped beneath him, thighs going tight around his head. he released your thigh, pressing a heavy, hot kiss to the skin before rolling his tongue over the mark. 

“meet me at the princess’s party,” he instructed you. “and you’ll pay me back.”

mingi went back to your cunt. your pussy was tacky from where your fluids had begun to dry, but he paid it no mind. he held your thighs in a tight grip as he licked broad stripes up your pussy, ignoring your clit in favor of swallowing the delicious combination of your cunt juices and his spit. 

he was a sinner before a god like this, vehement with his desperation to devour you. he’d swallow you whole, you knew, if he could; if you allowed him. 

mingi slid two of his fingers into your pussy, not at all gentle. he rocked them in bluntly, your hole burning with the pleasure-pain of your cunt hurriedly trying to accommodate the intrusion. 

then he was lapping at your clit brutally, and you came with a muffled whine. 

it was that deafening orgasm that always seemed to overcome you whenever you were with mingi. it was the ocean waves breaking against a cliff; thunder clapping down against a tree, igniting it. it was harsh and beautiful, and you arched up into his hold with desire eclipsing all over thought. 

mingi turned on the flashlight on his phone to search for your skirt while you panted, reeling from your orgasm. you watched as he shifted around. his face was entirely destroyed. it shined with your pussy juices, from his neck to his jaw to his nose. the black eyeshadow around his eyes was smeared down his cheeks, and when you looked down at your thighs you could see proof of your treachery there, the black powder stained into your skin. 

“baby,” he said, and then he was slipping your panties over your feet. 

“don’t you wanna keep them?” you asked, minding casting back to remember all the other instances where mingi had pocked your panties. “white not your color?”

mingi laughed. you could feel his rings as he slid your panties up your legs and to your thighs. “we’re in a dog house,” he mumbled, voice somewhat hoarse. “not having you prance around, flashing your pussy. bastards might get ideas.”

“ideas.”

“like taking what’s mine,” mingi said, snapping the band of your panties once they were settled around your hips. the cloth was cool from the air of the room, and you hated how it settled around the tackiness of your dried juices. “nothing put puppies eager for a cunt.”

“says the wolf who just kneeled in front of my cunt for fifteen minutes,” you giggled, kicking his side. 

“different,” mingi said. he didn’t offer any explanation. instead he grabbed your skirt. he dressed you in it, too, though he bent over to press a quick kiss to your clothed pussy before pulling it all the way up. 

with expert hands mingi fixed your makeup to the best of his ability. he helped settle your hair, adjust your clothes. 

“how do i look?”

he raised his brows, glancing you up and down. “like you were fucked,” he said. “but not like half the fucking people in this damn house aren’t doing the same.”

mingi agreed to wait five minutes after you left the coat closet to exit, and then you were standing up from the fur-covered chair. you wobbled, and he reached out to steady you, still kneeling. 

you laughed a little. you reached out, tugging at his hair. “if only they knew,” you said, “underworld champion biker, song mingi, kneeling at the feet of choi seungcheol’s secretary.”

mingi looked up at you, and for a moment you let your brain conjure: a reality where instead of the black diamond tattoo underneath your ear you had mingi’s initials; where instead of girls and boys wearing slutty dresses and skirts hanging off of mingi whenever he won a race it was you; where you didn’t have blood on your hands and he wasn’t under the authority of kim hongjoong. 

but then you gently pushed him back, taking your phone in hand and making for the door. 

[strawberrygyuuuu]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Genre —> Fluff

—> what it's like being in a relationship with them.

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YEONJUN

• He's so cutie

• loves having at least a hand on your thigh or around your waist bc it makes him feel at ease

• it's also js a natural reflex to just swing his arm around you or sum

• I can see him liking physical affection; or just any affection at that tbh

• he's just so opening loving especially to you so even if your love language isn't physically affectionate it's not a problem to him at all

• I believe his love language is a little bit of everything but more heavy on gift giving, quality time and physical affection.

• he loves gifting you stuff, he has the money and he may not always have the time so gifting you something he knows you'll like or heard you said you wanted is a way to show you that he still cares

• quality time because he knows y'all can't always be together because of his schedules and stuff but he tries

• anytime he can he'll send you a quick text to check up on you or a quick I love you text, maybe call for a few minutes or a quick visit on his lunch break to you

• physical affection because idk I feel like he's so cuddly, esp when he's sleepy or it's been a long day, a long time since he's seen you (like after tour for example).

• he lets you glam him up

• like...full on you can dress him how you like, makeup, heels, cute hair clips, babe have fun he's just happy to be there and that you're happy

• happy you = happy Junnie

• he's also a guy who would stare at you in such a lovesick way just in full adoration staring at you

SOOBIN

• soft giant

• yeah, he's tall asf but he's so gentle and sweet

• he was shy in the first month or two in the relationship before getting more comfortable with initiating things first n stuff

• if y'all were good friends before dating I think he'll be a little less shy, but not by much. Just a little more confidence

• he gives you piggyback rides, sometimes you don't have to ask like, if your feet hurt from walk or sum he'll gladly put you on his back or tell you to get in his bsck

• I think his love language is quality time and gift giving

• just being in the sa room as him doing your own thing, vibing

• or clinging to each other and talking, or just clinging to each other doing your own thing

• gift giving because I think he wants you to remember he loves you even if he can't always verbally tell you

• he's shy leave him alone😭

• he's trying to get better at words of affirmation tho so it's ok

• tucks you into bed and kisses your forehead, tell me I'm wrong you can't.

BEOMGYU

• It's definitely never boring

• the dates? Always spontaneous

• like..it can be a random afternoon on Tuesday and he'll just start getting ready and you have no choice but to follow him lol

• it could js be a walk, walking to nowhere in specific and if y'all find a cafe or a store you guys haven't seen before best believe you guys are going to explore that shit lol

• not all dates ofc, some are planned and romantic

• teases you a lot and is very playful but knows when to stop

• he doesn't over do it, usually just to get your attention tbh

• and this boy almost always wants your attention but it's okay bc you love him

• loves putting your hair in little ponytails on the top of your head on each side and literally pouts so much if you try and take it out or complain about it

• he giggles and is happy tho so ig it's worth it

• I think he sometimes try and wake up a little earlier just to spoil you; gifts, food, ur fav snacks and drinks and some new clothes or orders lots of stuff from online websites just to surprise you

• ofc there are moments where he knows to be serious or to calm down and enjoy the moment together w you

• he's the sweetest and is just v playful, pls be kind to him.

TAEHYUN

• he may seem cold or mean ig but he's so gentle and nice like he is the dream

• he's okay with physical affection but it's not his favorite, doesn't mean he'll complain or try and get you off if you initiate some from time to time though

• when sleeping, he will cuddle you because that's how he gets good sleep at night so enjoy it babes

• words of affirmation and quality time

• hes good at telling you words of affirmation, compliments and even tho he says I love you in special moments, he still tells you things to let you know he does love you, so much.

• I feel like quality time is obvious; I think he's more kept to himself but can be very fun and expressive at times

• spending time with you in the same room is something he likes doing

• it's comfort to him just by you being near him or beside him

• loves going places with you even if you've been there multiple times before. He just wants to be with you even if it's walking for ten minutes

• he writes cute & short notes to you before leaving for work usually because he leaves and wakes up earlier then you

• he DEF has a memory box of the things you've gifted him to cherish

• he adores you and loves you so so much, he trusts you and you're his first priority; over his work too.

• idk guys he's a keeper

HUENINGKAI

• soft giant pt.2

• memory box of things you've given him pt.2

• you guys gift each other plushies and stuffed animals bc it's like a cute little thing y'all do

• def keeps the stuffed animals/plushies you give him somewhere special separate from his plushies

• physical affection, words of affirmation

• he loves to cuddle, hold hands, kisses, hugs, literally anything he adores you

• he's so sweet and kind and gentle and soft ARUGH OTL

• he is the golden retriever bf

• really likes telling you how pretty you are or how he thinks your hair looks cute that day and expects you to also give him compliments

• actually, you better give him compliments and love him with all your heart bc he worships the ground you walk on so pls take good care of this big baby he's a sweet thang

• never had a bad word towards you or raises his voice at you

• I can see him sometimes trying to wrestle you a little but it's so gently it's just cute and y'all are a giggling mess

• JS LOVE THIS BOY PLS HE DESERVES THE WORLD

[impulsivebrainrot]

"Maybe in another universe, Dad"

I rarely continue WIPs, so here ya go ;w;

Haven't forgotten about my fic :'3 Heck, I keep noting down more ideas almost every day XD It's just that coursework isn't decreasing much, though thankfully we have a few more weeks before the sem finishes. And I'm still finalizing edits to my outline, so there's that ig ;w; Anyway, just gonna attach this here again lol... (Artwork isn't canon to the fic btw :'>)

For those new to my account and are interested in platinum bones content + Archivists lore, you can find the link to the fic here! ^^ I also upload art for it and other random TOH drawings.

💀Forbidden Friendship (49653 words) by impulsivebrainrot_26⭐ Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon)

🔖FIC SUMMARY:

It's been a little over a year since Belos's defeat. The Collector returns to the Boiling Isles after some time of exploring the stars. Unfortunately, he's not the only one coming home.

King and The Collector must now delve deeper into the history between their kins and unravel secrets that could help them stand a chance against this new threat. In a race against time, relationships are challenged along with the formation of an unexpected alliance.

[lukolabrainrot]

That Damn Polaroid™ (and Some Thoughts on the Events in April/InStyle Stunt)

This polaroid... Nicola, Nicola, Nicola 😂

This polaroid still gets me today. Like, yes, this was for PR to some extent, BUT this was also SUCH a public statement. We know N has her phone ALL THE TIME. And (from what we know) the picture was on her phone for WEEKS (MONTHS technically). L appeared fine too with it being there (at least from what we know in the interviews where they talked about it). And that wasn't just like a cutesy little picture of two friends/coworkers. It was a 🔥/powerful pic. And as I mentioned here, N uses pictures as a way of communicating with others. And her excuse that she just "didn't have any pockets at the time", so she put the photo there (and proceeded to keep it there for MONTHS) 🙄 Sure Jan... So, with all of this context, I'm first going to talk about some of my thoughts on what was going on between L/A between the end of February to beginning of April, what was going on between L/N in April up until the Italy stops (including thoughts on the InStyle Stunt), and then at the end I will talk about my thoughts on WHY N had that photo on her phone for such a long time and the deeper meaning it might have had then just promoting the show.

Heads up, this is going to be a longg post...

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I think this post from @newghlan pretty much sums up what I think was going on between L/A during end of February to early April. There was MAJOR flirty energy between L/N during the VDay event and BAFTAs. I talked a little bit here about how there was a very brief clip from the BAFTAs where they look like they got caught when they were embracing each other. I highly recommend checking out the video if you haven't already, because the noverbal cues speak VOLUMES. And it's just interesting that they would look like they got caught at this public event? It read to me that for SOME reason, they did not want that small clip to be captured and put out to the public 🤔

My theories are that by the BAFTAs, A was NOT happy about L/N's chemistry and connection. Maybeee L promised to redirect his attention to A, which is why L wasn't seen at/didn't go to the Big Mood premiere, and why L took A to LA with him and agreed to the InStyle Stunt to appease her. I've never doubted that L has probably had feelings for A (although I still think it was/is fairly casual), but like tbh, I'm CERTAIN his feelings for N are SO MUCH DEEPER. So when those feelings came flooding back when they did reshoots in December 2023, and then had to proceed right into working on promotion in January (which I think just made all the feelings stronger), I feel like he probably had some guilt because he was TRYING to explore his relationship with A. BUT L was reconnecting with N, and I think emotionally, that's where his heart is at. And A noticed this, so she was upset (which honestly, is understandable imo- some of A's actions though because of these feelings she was having I definitely don't agree with). I think L was unsure though about going there again with N, and so he wanted to prove to A (and SPECIFICALLY to himself) that A was the one he wanted to be with. So he focuses his energies on A, agrees to the InStyle Stunt so she gets SOME kind of public acknowledgement (which was a BIG goal of hers in the relationship), and tries to distance some from N. That didn't reallyyyy work though, and then we got what we did for the rest of the tour between L/N.

Before I get to my thoughts on April between L/N, I want to list some specific timeline things around the InStyle Stunt:

L does the InStyle interview (in LA I believe?) near the end of March (so that's when L/A were in LA)

A posts the LA photos on her IG on April 7th and April 14th (and L likes these posts)- I believe she has since deleted another set of these LA photos, so idk what date she posted those photos (sometime in early April though I believe)

The InStyle article comes out on April 29th (with the accompanying Polaroid pics that prove A was in LA with him- this also confirmed that L had coordinated these photos with A to acknowledge (without publicly acknowledging) that he and A were an item)

L posts the non-polaroid photos from the InStyle article on his IG on April 29th (and N likes the post and comments (on April 29) "Yess dude!!")

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April/Early May Between L/N

L/N attend the Bridgerton Season 3 London Photocall on April 12 (which is where the photo above was taken AND where the infamous polaroid was taken). Earlier that day (I believe), L/N also did a series of interviews for the show, and those interviews had some SERIOUS flirty/sexual energy to them (including one of L's (not so subtle) butt pinches with N). I would highly recommend rewatching those interviews if you haven't. If anyone has the links to these particular interviews (N is wearing the same necklace, and L the same tank top and jacket that they are wearing in the picture above), please link them in the comments below.

L/N are at events in Bowral, Australia from April 21-23

L/N in Milan May 9 (with the interviews where they are disconnected and likely beefing)

L/N in Verona May 10 (and they are all cutesy with each other and seem back on the same page)

So here are my thoughts (and why the InStyle Stunt/article might have come into play as to why they had been beefing in Milan):

As I mentioned, I think L was TRYING to distance himself some from N in March and refocus his attention on A. However, I think that pull with N was still really strong, and BTS they were still having to see each other and communicate in order to prepare for their upcoming promotional events. My guess is that all this sexual/flirty tension was building up between them BTS in March, which is why they were soooo unhinged in those interviews before the London Photocall on April 12. I also think early April is when L was starting to realize that his feelings for N were coming back full force, and was maybeeee getting a little green light from N that the feelings were reciprocated (but they weren't actually addressing it because I think they were scared/nervous). However, I think they continue flirting with each other in April (maybe secretly through messaging, and also when they were in person).

Note: We also have to remember that L gave those polaroids to InStyle (most likely) at the end of March when he did the interview. Therefore, the InStyle Stunt was set in motion by that point. I've been wondering though recently, if he had known what was going to happen between him and N in April and early May, if he might not have gone along/set up the InStyle stunt 🤔 Just some thoughts I've been having...

Then we get to the Bowral events near the end of April (BEFORE the InStyle article comes out though, confirming L had coordinated this with A), and it seems pretty obvious to me that L is trying to test the water with N and see how she's feeling about them (they are both being a little publicly flirty, but L much more so imo (N still seems to have a lot of her walls up in public)). It makes sense L might be hesitant to open himself back up to N when, as I talked about here, I think he got his heart broken a little by N. However, I think N was starting to open herself up to the possibility of really trying with L (because I think she has ALSO loved him for a while, but just was never in the place to really commit to the relationship for various reasons). I think she was finally feeling though that she was ready to give this relationship a serious shot, but knew L was kind of in a relationship. I think N was under the impression though that it wasn't super serious, so I think she was hopeful she and L might be able to figure it out.

A lot of people have been commenting that the InStyle Stunt/article wouldn't have upset N because she would have already known about it because of the pictures A posted in early April. I disagree. Now, we obviously don't know 100% if N knew that L was going to add those polaroids to the article. Tbh, we also don't 100% know if she even knew about the pictures that A posted of the LA trip (because I don't get the sense N exerts a whole lot of energy and time following what A does). Yes, N commented and liked L's post on April 29 related to the InStyle article. However, that does not confirm that she had already read the article. And she wasn't going to unlike and remove her comment, because fans would have noticed and flipped out. I am more inclined to believe that she really wasn't aware that this was all going to go down, mainly because I think L didn't want N to know/was trying to be sneaky about it. I think once N figured it all out after the article came out, the thing she was most upset by was how this article proved L had coordinated with A to indirectly publicly announce that they were an item (while L was continually putting out to the press at that point that he was single). Therefore, I think N was pi**ed because she didn't want this to impact their tour/her (their) public image. And secondly, I think she was upset because of the feelings she was having for him, and how flirty he had been with her the last few months. I think it all caught N off gaurd, and her walls went WAY back up. And we have to remember that this all happened just a few days before the Milan event, so I think that energy between them just spilled over and resulted in their very disconnected nonverbal cues in Milan.

I talked a little bit more about my thoughts on Italy here, but I think after L/N got back on the same page emotionally, it was pretty much game over emotionally with A for L. His heart wasn't really in it anymore (and tbh, I don't think it ever really was). Also, I've said this multiple times, but Italy is when N starts posting the "boyfriend pics" of L (which L obviously agreed to). Personally, I think N (and indirectly L) were sending a message to a certain someone 🤔 But just a theory... I have also already talked about it here and here on my theories on why L was never going to be able to publicly untangle himself from A for a while, regardless of what was going on BTS with L/N.

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What Could be the Deeper Meaning Behind the Polaroid?

So, my point with everything is this. I think early April was a MAJOR turning point for N in terms of her feelings/emotions for L. Here are my thoughts (outside of PR) on why N put THAT Polaroid on her phone from the London Photcall event on April 12 (and for MONTHS):

First, we need to acknowledge that L obviously approved of this photo being on her phone (or at least was complicit to it), which I think speaks VOLUMES about where L was at emotionally with N at the time (and where L WASN'T at emotionally with A). This confirms to me that things just weren't that serious with A, even if he was TRYING to refocus his attention on A. L's heart was still with N.

N wanted people to know that they were a unit through this experience, and that N truly loves him and their friendship/connection. She wanted to share to the world how special he AND their experience on Bridgerton is to her.

I think she put that SPECIFIC picture on her phone because her feelings were STARTING to change for L around this event/that general time period. I think N was starting to see L in a bit of a new light (in a positive way), and was seeing some real potential between them.

Lastly, I think one of the reasons she kept the photo on her phone for so long (outside of the PR), is because her walls were starting to come down, things were getting more serious between her and L, and she was happy (and she wanted the public to know 😉). And L/N could kind of hide behind this unspoken public narrative that it was just for "PR" (which I NEVER bought).

Now yes, she has since changed the polaroid. However, we have NO idea what the photo is of now (or if she is consistently changing it out/or completely changed her phone case). She knows our obsession with the Polaroid though, so I think she likes to tease us about it. She knows what she is doing 😉 That OG polaroid though during the PR tour had a MUCH deeper meaning than just promoting the show, and was a significant public statement about her relationship with L. Just my theory though...

[changetyre]

Experimenting || CL16 & MV33

SUMMARY: You’ve always thought Charles wasn’t fully straight, you could tell by the way he looked at certain men and maybe some things he liked in bed but he always seemed too shy to say anything. You decide to call for a helping hand. Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

WARNINGS: 18+ Terribly written Smut, Male oral, Fingering, Fruity behavior, A*s play, mentions of pinning Frotting, and some more stuff probably.

A/N: in honor of Pride month ig 😪 also want to make it super clear that this is not me imposing a sexuality on anyone, this is obviously a work of FICTION and nothing should be taken as real!

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“Fuck yeah right there” Charles whimpered as you stuck a finger in his whole while blowing him.

Ever since you first suggested trying ass play on his part to him a few weeks ago he quickly grew obsessed and you swore you’d never seen Charles cum so har before or emit the noises he did until now.

You knew having a man comfortable enough in bed to try anything didn’t have to mean anything other then them being comfortable in their own sexuality.

Except for you in your years of relationship with Charles you’d grown to notice more and more the way he behaved towards certain men, attractive in both your eyes. The way he got flustered or shy around them and how sometimes you noticed him get turned on by some.

Your suspicious only grew stronger when Charles asked you to try pinning. You could tell he was both exited and nervous watching you put on a strap on starting at a moderate size for him.

He was nervous you could tell but he fell in love with the feeling of having a cock inside of him and as much as he tried to convince himself it was simply the fact that you were doing this to him he couldn’t help but imagine what a real one would feel like.

No, he wasn’t growing bored of you or loosing attraction to you in the slightest it was only that as he grew more comfortable in your relationship, in bed, he had allowed himself to explore himself more in ways he hadn’t found the space too.

Little did he know how much you noticed this and how much it turned you on to see Charles become nothing but mush with all these things you were trying and how much you wished to continue and increase his pleasures as much as you could.

Which is why a few days ago you’d taken the liberty to invite a friend on an adventure with you hoping to get Charles to open up (quite literally).

“Fuck cherie don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum” Charles breath grew erratic as he came into your mouth, your fingers slowing down their pace in his whole.

“Did you enjoy that baby.” You swallowed before you left small kisses on Charles dick making him twitch and gasp from the sensitivity.

“Beaucoup trop” he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your neck pulling you up to his lips for a kiss. It was hot, he could still partially taste himself on your tongue making his cock twitch slightly.

“I love you.” You whispered after pulling away from the kiss, both your lips swollen and sore from the hours you’d been going at it previous to Charles final release.

“Je t’aime amour.” Charles whispered placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Charles I need to ask you something.” You propped yourself up on your elbows looking at Charles directly. Your tone was soft trying not to make him nervous.

“What’s up bebe?” Charles smiled, it comforted you.

“I want to try bringing someone else to bed…and I invited Max to come tomorrow.” You revealed.

Out of everything you could’ve said this was the last thing Charles could’ve imagined to come out of your mouth. His mouth opened in surprise trying to wrap his head around what you said also half expecting you to reveal it was a joke.

He felt like he should get angry or at least annoyed for you taking on such a big decision on your own but he couldn’t quite bring himself to feel that way because as much as it scared him to admit it the thought excited him, it aroused him more than he’d liked to admit.

You sensed his hesitation. “I can always cancel baby I don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you’re -“

“No!” Charles sounded a little more desperate than he intended and you had to fight back the smirk that wanted to appear on your lips. “No…it’s fine I’m okay with it…let’s try it.”

This time you allowed yourself to smile. You also took note of the fact that Charles had no protests on Max being your invitee and instead you could see the twinkle in his eye at the mention of his name.

Maybe the lestappen fan base aren’t as delusional as they seem, you thought to yourself.

______________

“Are you sure you wanna do this baby?” You asked Charles one last time. Max should be arriving at any minute but you wanted to make sure Charles was 100% sure and comfortable with what was about to happen.

“Yes amour I’m sure. I promise.” Charles answered just as there was a knock at the door. His stomach fluttered but he couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement or both.

You rushed to answer the door, Charles taking a deep breath before following after you. It wasn’t until you opened the door and his eyes connected with Max’s did he realize he had no idea what you told Max.

Did Max know you wanted to have a threesome with him? Or were you both going to try to seduce him? Was Charles meant to play with Max or would that only be you?

He began to get caught up in his thoughts until he felt your hand on his arm. Your touch easing him significantly.

“Charles is a little nervous but I’m sure we can help with that right?” Your eyes remained on Charles even though you directed your question at Max.

“Of course, you know what Dani says this isn’t my first rodeo we can get him to loosen up in no time.” Max patted Charles's chest before letting his hand drop to Charles's waist as he walked past the doorway into your home.

Charles couldn’t ignore the way Max’s words and touch made blood travel right down to his center.

_________

Charles stood in awe watching Max's hand tightly around your bare waist as he made out with you passionately in front of him. He watched as Max's hand traveled down to your ass which was covered by nothing but your red lace before he gave it a squeeze making you let out a soft moan.

Charles wasn't jealous of Max, he was seriously turned on by the sight in front of him. In fact, he was slightly jealous of the fact that your hands were all over Max's abs and the way your hand rubbed up and down his bulge over his underwear.

He started doing the same to himself. Except his heart skipped a beat when he saw Max make eye contact with him while he kept making out with you.

He pulled away from you. "Come here, Charlie," Max called out to him nonchalantly as he carefully pushed you back towards the bed making you sit on it.

"Why don't you help him relax," Max spoke to you this time as he brought Charles in front of you, you got on your knees smirking at Max's proposition before you released Charles from his boxers.

Charles's head fell back as your mouth covered him and you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. His feelings intensified by the fact that Max was rubbing his shoulders, and chest and even letting his fingers flicker his nipples.

"Ah, I won't last long like this." Charles sighed as he grabbed your head softly pulling you off him.

"What do you want us to do then?" You asked as Charles helped you off your knees and you placed a short but deep kiss on Charles's lips.

Max walked around him joining your side as you both faced Charles. It was only then Charles realized Max had stripped completely and now all three of you stood in your full naked glory.

Max was big there was no denying it but he wasn't bigger than Charles which is something he took notice of, although Charles couldn't deny the girth Max carried which made him nervous.

"I don't think I'm ready for..." Charles stumbled on his words as his gaze remained on Max's length.

"That's okay...we can do something else for now," Max reassured him unable to contain the proud smirk on his lips at the way Charles admired him.

"I have just the thing." You couldn't hide your excitement and what you had planned, something you really had been wanting to try, and just the thought got you wet. "Baby lay down on your back for us." you instructed Charles.

He did as you told, trusted you enough not to question it.

"Max can you straddle his thighs please" you then asked Max as you climbed onto the bed kneeling beside Charles.

Max smiled quickly figuring out what you had in mind.

Charles felt tingling in his entire body as he watched Max climb on top of him and jumped slightly when he felt Max's length graze against his skin.

"Relax baby, you'll enjoy this." you leaned down whispering in his ear before leaving kisses down his neck, and chest.

"What now?" Charles breathed getting slightly impatient and frustrated at the urgent need for something to happen.

"Ready baby?" you asked as you kept trailing kisses down his body reaching his dick.

"Yes, please do something." Charles's dick twitched involuntarily as your lips neared it.

He let out a long sigh as you licked a stripe down his length before doing the same to Max. You repeated the step, blowing them a couple of times getting them slick enough for the next step.

Once you felt they were slick enough you finally did it. You had to use both your hands as you joined their dicks together rubbing them against each other slowly while you moved your hands up and down.

Charles let out a guttural moan at the new feeling, his head immediately falling back and pressing into the pillow behind him. His eyes shut tightly, he didn't have to see what you were doing the feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable enough and he also thought that if he looked he would cum immediately.

It was embarrassing how wet you were from the pleasure you were causing both these men, watching Charles trying to hold back his release and Max's ragged breath as he watched and thrust into your hand.

You jumped when you felt two fingers inside of you not realizing Charles had reached around, of course, he was worried about your pleasure too. He moved his fingers in and out at a rapid pace curling them exactly where he knew.

You almost orgasmed when Charles pulled his fingers out of you and used your juices to coat over his and Max's dick making sure everything remained slick enough, repeating the process of wriggling his fingers inside of you and collecting your wetness multiple times.

"I'm gonna cum." Max announced after a few minutes.

"Me too." Charles and you sighed in unison.

You released first around Charles's fingers and only a fraction of a second later did Charles cum quickly followed by Max whose cum mixed with Charles on his stomach.

Charles finally allowed himself to see the mess he and Max created on him although the scene didn't last long before he watched you lick his stomach clean swallowing all the contents.

"Fuck that was so hot." Max chuckled.

As usual, Charles grabbed your neck pulling you into him and kissing you deeply tasting now not only himself but also Max in your mouth.

"That was...incredible." Charles sighed after you pulled away, he watched Max climb off him and begin to put his boxers on.

"Call me anytime, and whenever you're ready we can try more." Max winked getting dressed in such a relaxed manner like he hadn't just aided in giving Charles the most incredible orgasm of his life.

"Thank you." You sat up thanking Max, he leaned over pecking your lips quickly before doing the same to Charles and walking out the door.

You looked down at Charles watching the confusion on his face at Max's action before a small smile appeared on his lips.

Maybe next time would come sooner than you thought and you couldn't be more excited.

Part 2

[cloudetra]

"I’m Better, huh?” [Pt. 1]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Seo Changbin x fem! reader (poc-coded)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ After your boyfriend of 7 months cheats on you for the second time, you ask his best friend to pick you up from the club. Little does he know, Changbin was the one you wanted all along.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warnings: No uses of (Y/N), cursing, implied drinking, cheating (since they never really broke up lol), angst, mention of murder (IT NEVER HAPPENS), please lmk if I missed anything!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ a.n: I'm SO EXCITED to finally post this!?!?!?!? Part two will be up when the depression subsides and I start to write again lmao. also minors DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ wc: 2.4k (2,429)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ smut warnings: none for this part!!! only making out ig??? and being naked in a shower.... you'll see ;)

“Binnie, where are you?” You groan into the phone pressed against your ear. You rub your other arm with your free hand, finally feeling the frosty air biting into your exposed skin. You rub your thighs to at least create some friction for warmth. You can see a cloud of air escaping your mouth as you sigh into the speaker of your device. 

“I’m turning into the parking lot now. Do you see me?” Changbin’s voice rings through your ear, his words giving you the hint you need to look for his car now. You see the headlights before you see the sleek noir Camaro pull up to the front door of the club. You rush down the concrete stairs as fast as you can in your black one-inch heels. Changbin is already out of the car and opening the door for you. 

You ungracefully clamber into the car, pulling your tight skirt down to cover more of your thighs. You observe that Changbin’s gaze rakes over your thighs once, twice before he closes the door and walks around the car. He raises a hand to the bouncer, and the man dressed in a suit returns the gesture.  

Once Changbin enters the car, he shakes his head playfully, turning his head toward you. A smile plays along his lips as he fastens his seatbelt. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.” He tells you, exiting the parking lot. You watch his hands as he turned on his signal to make a right turn. “You should be saying, ‘you’re lucky we’re friends.’” You giggle, covering your mouth with a manicured hand.  

He glances over at you before smirking. “I- “  

Ding, ding, ding! 

A beeping noise startles the both of you, and he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Put on your seatbelt, bunny.” He commands, nodding his head toward your seatbelt. You scramble to put it on, and as the seatbelt clicks in place, you look at the man escorting you home. Your eyes turn soft as you explore his side profile with your eyes. Yet, you can’t help it as your gaze starts to trail over his arms, his pecs, his hands. Your mind starts to wander, as you imagine his pinning you up against the wall, kissing you harshly with those plush lips of his, holding your hands above your head with one large hand.  

“You good?” Broke you away from your R-rated thoughts very quickly. You blink twice before nodding. “Just zoned out.” You explain. Changbin nods. You return your gaze to the road in front of you, watching as artificial lights blur together. Then, you see it. A singular drop turns into many, and they rush down the window, some merging together. In a way, it represents your relationship with your boyfriend.  

One tear turns into one more, with you convincing yourself it’ll be over soon. But it never ends. They keep coming, so many of them dropping that they seem to blend, losing track of how many have fallen by now. It’s like the sun will never shine again.  

You went through his phone today. He left it open on the couch as he went to get a glass of water. You guess he wasn’t expecting you to notice the constant buzzing of his phone, or perhaps he wasn’t expecting the notifications. Swiveling your head in the direction of the kitchen, you confirm he wasn’t looking, and stand up to grab his phone. You sit where he was once sitting, clicking on the most recent notification. You notice the green icon and conclude someone was texting him. Quite frequently. 

Your jaw clenches as you catch a glimpse of a red heart emoji. The messages load onto the screen and tears prick at your eyes. You grip the device tighter, and your white acrylics dig into the screen.  

My boo: When u comin over hun? ❤ Don't tell me ur still w/ that lil girl lmfaoo 

My boo: Still can’t believe ur staying with her ong 

My boo: She’s cute n all but I'm obv better  

Sent 2 minutes ago 

You were trembling like crazy, trying to stop yourself from murdering your boyfriend in the kitchen. This was the second time. The second time you caught your boyfriend cheating. The first time, your girlfriend sent you a bunch of sobbing emojis and a picture of your significant other holding hands with a coworker. They were walking down the busy streets of the bustling city you lived near.  

You confronted him about it, close to leaving, but his begging stopped you from leaving all those months ago. You wondered if it was the same girl from the picture. You heard an obnoxious yawn approaching the living room, so you hastily locked his phone and threw it to the side.  

“Imma be leaving here in a minute. I’ll be back soon.” He mumbled, stretching his arms over his head. You nodded silently, not a word falling from your lips. He took that as your approval and left to your shared room. You sat on the couch for a few more minutes, and stayed there, even after he kissed your cheek as a goodbye. Does he kiss her with those same lips? The same lips that used to say, ‘you’re my only’ to you?  

Then, it hit you. You’re not worth shit to him. He’ll never care about you like he used to, when you were the only one. Were you ever the only one? You stood up hastily and rushed to your room. 

You were gonna get drunk tonight. And you were gonna forget about that son of a bitch. 

Yet, here you are, reminiscing about what had happened this afternoon. “Bin, I need to tell you something.” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. You look down at your thighs, and your sorrow runs down your face and drops onto your leather skirt. You attempt to wipe away said tears, but they just won’t stop. Like the rain, you so long to feel on your face, masking your troubles.  

It seems as if Changbin had noticed your tears and promptly said, “We’re going to my place.”  

☂‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ.  

You clutch a pillow to your chest as you explain what you had seen on your boyfriend’s phone. As you continue to speak, it seems as if he gets angrier the more he processes what you’re saying. “Fuck. I’ll kill him.” He grits out, clenching his fists. The veins in his arms become more prominent as he does that, and it kills you to not tell him how you’ve felt all this time. “Don’t. It’ll just make things worse.” You say wearily, burying your head into the white throw pillow. You hear the man hosting you sigh before you feel a drop on the couch next to you. You lift your head to look at him properly, but he’s already embracing you.  

You gasp softly, genuinely surprised. It wasn’t uncommon for Changbin to hug you like this, but due to the situation, it was unexpected. Your nose wrinkles up as you turn to hug him back, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. You sob into his shoulder, and he rubs soothing circles on your lower back. He easily maneuvers you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your sides.  

Once your sobbing dies down to little hiccups, you pull your head away from the junction of his neck and shoulder. Your mascara is running down your face in black streaks, and you spot black pigment on his neck as well. Changbin stares deeply into your eyes, his hands still rubbing your waist. He glances at your lips, silently asking for permission.  

You bite your lip as he moves his hands to your plush thighs, once again sliding his hands back and forth. After a moment and you don’t answer, he asks out loud. “Can I kiss you?”  

You answer by gently yet firmly pressing your lips against his. It feels as if coals are rolling down your throat as you kiss him, and those coals drop into your stomach and become warmer. It’s as if the metaphorical coals are being ignited by your passion for one another, and after being held back for so long, have since stored more and more heat. 

Changbin’s tongue prods against your lips, and you open your mouth slightly against his, so he can explore your mouth slowly but surely. You moan softly as you kiss sloppily, all tongue battling and teeth clacking. After a few moments, you reluctantly pull away from his soft lips. Your eyes are half-lidded, and your lips are swollen. The bold red lipstick you wore was smudged on your chin and the corners of your lips.  

“Binnie,” you pant. “Can I wash up? I kinda look...uh...” “Stunning?” He finishes your sentence for you. Even though you were the tipsy one, he seemed drunk of your affection. As if he’s been craving it for a while now. Like you. So why stop now? Well, you didn’t want to look like a total hobo in front of Changbin. “Stunning?” You repeat, giggling. “Well, thanks but I think I want to wash up, if that’s okay.” You say, gazing into his coffee-tinted eyes. He nods automatically, then shifts under you giving you the impression he wants you to get up. You move your weight off him and stand up, once again fixing your skirt.  

Changbin starts walking in the direction of his hallway, and you follow him dutifully. He leads you to a large bedroom, cozy enough for you to think it’s Changbin’s room and not a guest room. “You can use my bathroom. I’ll go grab some towels and a washcloth.” He smiles at you, before walking out of the room. You sit down on the bed, waiting for his return. You take in the decorations of his room leisurely, appreciating the 2Pac posters and large computer setup. Maybe for smaller music production jobs? He probably has a larger desk at his workplace.  

Changbin walks back into the bedroom holding a white, soft-looking towel and a similar-looking washcloth. You thank him as he hands you the cloth. “You can use my soap.” He tells you as you walk into the bathroom. You hold up a thumbs up without turning around and shut the door behind you. You decide against locking it because you trust him. More than you realized. 

Only when you step under the steady flow of warm water, ridding your face of the semi-natural makeup, do you start to confront your possible feelings for the man whose shower you were in. Did you like him? He was always a bit too touchy with you. At the time, you were madly in love with your boyfriend. You need to call things off with him, and soon. You’ll only suffer more if you stay with him. Changbin, on the other hand, is probably the best choice for you. He’s humble, loyal, funny, handsome, ripped as fuck, and super sweet. You can honestly see an amazing future with him.  

As you scrub the remnants of the night from your skin with Changbin’s alpine sage soap, you begin to think deeper into your life with him. A small child, maybe two, running around the kitchen as Changbin softly scolds them for causing so much ruckus as mom tries to cook dinner. You giggle and wave a hand dismissively, assuring him it’s okay. He walks up behind you, wrapping two beefy arms around your middle and kissing your neck. “I love you,” he would whisper.  

A heavy knock on the door startles you thoroughly. You squeeze the soap a bit too hard in your fright, and it practically jumps out of your hands. The bar hits the floor of the shower with a loud clatter, and you hear Changbin make an alarmed noise. “Bunny?!” He calls, just loud enough to carry through the wooden door. In your scurry to grab the soap without getting your hair wet, you forget to answer the distressed man. “I’m coming in!” He declares, shoving the door open aggressively. You only notice that he opened the door after you stood up, clutching the soap that got you into this mess in the first place. 

You glance at the door, which is now allowing a gust of cool air to flow into the humid bathroom. Blocking most of the doorframe in girth, not height, is the person you were just fantasizing about. He’s staring at you, way too hard. A vein is popping out of his neck and he’s trembling. But the weirdest thing is the pink flush on his cheeks. It does not occur to you to cover your intimates as your gaze trails lower and lower. 

He’s hard. 

You can see the outline of his dick in his gray sweatpants, and damn, does he look big. He clears his throat, and you look back into his dark brown hues. He is biting his lip, yet his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s fighting himself. There’s a lustful glint in his eye, and he looks just about ready to jump in that shower with you. Your mind clouds with the thought that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do. So, with all the confidence your body can muster, you lift your hand up and simply beckon him over with a finger.  

His body sprang into action, like he was waiting for you to give him any hint you want him on you. He shucks his clothes off in record time and slides open the glass door to step in the shower with you. You back up into the shower’s wall, the cool bite of the tile reminding you of just a few hours ago how the cool gust of winter air blanketed you. Only an endless display of a dark parking lot, and nothing on your mind. Comparing that moment to now would be like comparing ice and fire. Stark contrasts to each other. Now, your skin was burning, and thoughts were running laps around your brain. 

Changbin’s eyes lock on yours, the water pouring from the shower head flattening his curly hair. You reach your hand up to push his charcoal hair off his forehead so you can see his eyes better. His larger hand follows yours, and places itself on your own.  

“Do you want this?” he asks, running his thumb across your knuckles. He kisses your palm once, twice, waiting for you to answer. 

[margareturtle]

Thinking about the Blackthorn Siblings as one does

No but really

Just thinking about the Blackthorn sisters and how Helen is to Dru as Julian is to Tavvy.

Let me explain:

1) Same age difference (about 10 yrs between Julian+Tavvy, about 10 yrs between Helen+Dru)

2) Tavvy is Julian’s baby, just like I think Dru was Helens’. We know Helen was parentified at a young age as well. Dru was the baby of the family for almost 6 yrs till Tavvy was born. Of course for a while Eleanor was still alive, but being the oldest Helen still would’ve stepped up especially as Eleanor was getting sicker in the years before Tavvy was born and she died. (Although now that I’m thinking about it Mama Blackthorn couldn’t have been that sick if she was still able to have a full pregnancy with Tavvy right (?!)) (And who knows what Andrew was doing but not being a super present father and running the institute ig— tho his teen son was able to do both smh)

3) but anyways yes Helen and Dru. Helen was Dru’s go to for stories and comfort when she was little. Oftentimes little Dru wouldn’t be able to keep up when the twins + Jules+Emma went exploring, but she would stay back with Helen.

4) in addition Julian and Helen are both the main (or one of the main for helen’s case) parents in Tavvy + Dru’s lives during the same time in both their lives. Dru and Tavvy were both about 2-7/8 and Helen and Julian were both 12-17/18.

5) Which is what makes Helen’s exile and return and Dru’s reaction to it (though understandable) more tragic. Bc Dru was Helen’s baby, and at one point Helen was Dru’s main person. But now Helen is back, and while being Dru’s older sister/parent was such a big part of Helen’s identity for so long and she remembers it well, Dru’s memories of Helen are now more distant childhood memories :((

This parallels Julian + Tavvy’s relationship a bit as well (though they are not as extreme bc ofc Julian will check in often and come back to stay in LA a lot) but Julian will no longer be Tavvy’s main parent. And in time although being Tavvy’s parent was such a big part of Julian’s identity it will be more distant childhood memories for tavvy :((

6) the parallels!! Like how Dru is said to be the one who looks most like their mother but Dru barely knew her while Helen was the closest to their mom. (We learn most that we do about Eleanor from Helen’s pov) So Helen (+Emma) are the closest to maternal figures that Dru has ever gotten.

Similarly Julian is always compared to looking like Andrew, and he had to kill his own father (most of what we learn about Andrew as a parent is from Julian). But Tavvy doesn’t remember Andrew, and Julian is the best father figure he could have.

7. Finally, the way Julian + Helen switch off in their little siblings lives. Helen was one of Dru’s main parents till she was about 7/8, then Helen is exiled and Julian is Dru’s main parent from 8-13 (close to when Dru is ready to go to the academy). Where as Tavvy is the exact opposite since Julian was his main parent till he was about 7/8 and then Helen is taking over as Tavvy’s main parent from when Tavvy is 8 till presumably when he follows in Dru’s footsteps and goes to the Academy (15ish—till he’s sent back to LA bc of the pandemic lmao)

So Dru + Tavvy had the same parents just 6 yrs apart

The Blackthorn siblings as divided by who their parents were:

Helen + Mark: Eleanor + Andrew (+nerissa when they were babies but don’t rly remember)

Julian: 10 yrs Eleanor + Andrew, 2 yrs Helen + Mark + then himself :(

Livvy + Ty: 1/2 Eleanor + Andrew, 1/2 Helen + Julian

Dru + Tavvy: Helen + Julian

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[blood-red-hummingbee]

Okay, hear me out...

I ranked the TWST boys based on how compatible we'd be in a relationship :]

I AM NOT DUMPING ON THESE CHARACTERS, I AM SIMPLY JUDGING HOW COMPATIBLE WE'D BE

Explanations for why under the cut! ('Meh' not included cus they're the ones I didn't see anything particularly right or wrong with them)

Riddle: He's one of my favorite characters actually, but the guy's got some shit to work through, and I don't think I (or either of my Yuus) would be the best to help him through his healing

Deuce: Look, the guy is a sweetheart and despite the boneheaded things he does sometimes, he's pretty smart!

Trey: Domesticity is appealing, and he's a baker. 'Nuff said tbh. (Genuinely though, he's great)

Leona: I've joked about LeoRose before, and I called it cursed for a reason. We're kinda like oil and water, everything near us would burn in our wake

Jack: ... Do I even need to say anything at all? I mean, I will if you want me to ig-

Azul: I've said how personality swapped Rose is similar to Azul in many ways, and everyone knows the best reverse personality AUs aren't really making everything about the character opposite, but exploring what would've happened if they'd made all different choices in the face of their traumas, then transplanting them into the main timeline. Me (/Rose) and Azul would bring out the worst in each other, and it wouldn't be good for either of us, or other people.

Jade: In retrospect, it might not be bad, cus calm hikes looking for mushrooms and little lizards and stuff... it could be nice...

Floyd: Cats and dogs, methinks. Opposing chaotic vibes would be too much for everyone around. Not to mention the sheer lack of responsibility together TvT WE CAN'T BOTH BE (KINDA) CARELESS

KALIM WAS NOT INCLUDED BECAUSE I LITERALLY CANNOT PICTURE ME AND HIM THAT WAY, I'M SORRY, HE'S JUST TOO LITTLE BROTHER

Jamil: Again, nothing objectively wrong with him, but someone close to me hurt me, and she acted just like him, so even though the way he behaves is way more justified by circumstance, it still ticks me off, and that's not the best foundation for a relationship

Epel: We would have the best fun ever, so much, and visiting his hometown and getting nice warm apple cider together... nice...

Idia: Pretty much the same as Riddle, he's one of my favorites, but he's got some things to work through, not to mention the way our unhealthy weeby habits would only feed into and encourage each other

ORTHO IS ALSO NOT ON THIS LIST FOR OBVIOUS REASONS

Malleus: I had previously thought my type was rugged tsunderes/antiheroes, and that I'd never like an ikemen. I was wrong, Malleus is so babygirl

LILIA IS NOT ON THIS LIST AS HE IS OLDER THAN ME BY A GAZILLION YEARS BOTH PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY (HE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES THO)

Sebek: I ain't one to judge fangirl habits but like, if he takes a chill pill, we can definitely kick it (plus, my guy has some nice arms, he could prolly pick me up...)

[diamondcitydarlin]

Sorry while I was running errands I was thinking more about this, but like...they really really really not only could have but imo should have done the Guillermo/Canon Capital storyline seasons ago. Guillermo literally leaves the house and the vamily several times over the seasons and while the Canon Capital storyline is still very similar to his stint with Celeste I think it did help to give Guillermo and Nandor a new perspective on themselves and their relationship, so it has it's own kind of unique edge. So why, why, why did they wait this long to do something like this? Why did they have him 'leave' several times just to whip out an actually productive outcome to that repetitive plot at the eleventh hour? We could have done the Celeste thing, the vampire-change fakeout and then Canon Capital thing and then had maybe even a couple of seasons to explore them trying out the new vigilante dynamic (wHICH I HAVE WANTED FOR YEARS NOW). I don't know all the BTS lore, so for all I know it's possible they were hoping to do more with it in future seasons and then got cut off at six, but STILL. Why did we waste so much time treading water with these characters over and over and over again when CLEARLY we had a way to give them something more productive and interesting to do with each other? Like don't get me wrong, I loved that last episode and the nandermo moments very much but it's a little frustrating and disappointing to know this was in their back pocket and could've been done SO MUCH EARLIER. But honestly a lot of this last season feels like they were treading water with conflicts we've already resolved and filling up episodes to pass the time rather than address plotlines that have been left hanging (of which there are so many- Jenna? What happened to her? Even if Beanie couldn't return bc of schedule conflicts or whatever we could've at least had a mention from Nadja of what she's up to these days idk. The Vampire Council really were just...cool with them killing other vampires, there wasn't a bigger storyline there? And ig the whole 'taking over the new world' thing was resolved with the popping of Jerry's head which is...unsatisfying to say the least- could still be addressed in the last ep but that's A LOT to hang on what, 25 mins?).

lol sorry I'm not trying to go FULL negative nancy here but like others have said I think it's possible to both love something for what it is and acknowledge its failings. I'm going to enjoy this last ep for whatever it ends up being but MAN, the more I think about it, the more I see these baffling, obvious missteps in potential and I cannot fathom why the writers/powers that be thought that having the characters run around in a hamster ball with the same rehashed plots over and over was better than what they're doing now, what they could have done. I get the whole thing about vampires and a lack of change but shouldn't we, as the audience who is sympathetic to them, want to see them grow? Deal with different conflicts, both internal and external?

idk I'm just ranting/thinking out loud atp, and the show's not over yet so we'll see what they do in this last one, I'm just setting my expectations accordingly. Like someone else said, if nothing else we can fix it in post (fanworks lol)

[natsgrave]

MIDNIGHT RAIN | elizabeth olsen

she was sunshine, i was midnight rain. she wanted a bride, i was making my own name, chasing that fame. ( another story inspired by @taylorswift song ) play the song midnight rain for better experience, ig i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

ELIZABETH'S POV

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city streets. I sat on a park bench, lost in the memories of a love that had once consumed my every thought.

I still remember the day I first laid eyes on her. It was a warm summer evening as I sat sipping my coffee in a quaint little café downtown. Her radiant smile and infectious laughter caught my attention from across the room as she chatted animatedly with a group of friends. There was an undeniable aura of confidence and grace that surrounded her, making it impossible for me to look away.

Little did I know then that this chance encounter would mark the beginning of a love story unlike any other.

As fate would have it, we eventually crossed paths again at a mutual friend's housewarming party. I mustered up the courage to approach her and strike up a conversation. We spent the entire evening engrossed in passionate discussions about art, cinema, and life. From that moment, it felt as though the universe had conspired to bring us together.

Her name was Y/N, known for her kind heart and artistic talent, she worked as a freelance photographer to capture the captivating essence of the world around her.

Y/N's talent and beauty captivated me from the moment we met. As we spent more time together, our connection deepened, and I found myself falling head over heels for her. Every moment I spent with Y/N felt like a scene from a movie I never wanted to end.

This marked the beginning of our whirlwind romance, as we spent every waking moment together, exploring and nurturing our deep bond.

We were inseparable, two souls entwined in a fiery passion for life and each other, bound by shared dreams and shared laughter. We shared a deep connection that seemed unbreakable. We believed we could conquer any obstacles together. As our love blossomed, we believed that nothing could tear us apart, but little did I know that destiny had different plans for us.

I'm an aspiring and rising actress with a raw talent and dreams as vast as the night sky. Y/N quickly became enthralled by my creativity, dedication, and unwavering belief in my talent. We began our journey as a couple, sharing in both the triumphs and tribulations that came with my pursuit of stardom.

The early days were filled with excitement and promise. She watched me blossom from one auditions to the next, inhabiting different characters effortlessly, leaving audiences captivated. Seeing me gain recognition for my hard work brought immense joy to both of our hearts. However, as my career started gaining momentum, it became evident that the demands of the industry began to take its toll and would put a strain on our relationship.

Our love was exhilarating, but also fragile.

As our relationship flourished, my acting career started to skyrocket. I landed roles in films, theater productions, and even received a nomination for an esteemed acting award. Y/N admired my dedication and passion for my craft, but I know, she couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as our lives began to move in different directions.

As my star began to ascend, I found myself faced with complicated choices. My career demanded my undivided attention, leaving little room for anything else. The glitz and glamour of my newfound fame consumed me, while she silently supported me from the shadows. Y/N became my biggest fan, attending every premiere and award ceremony, proud to be by my side.

My career as an actress began to grow, landing me on several leading roles in critically acclaimed movies and earning widespread recognition. I became the talk of the town, and my journey to stardom overshadowed everything else in my life, including my relationship with Y/N.

As my dedication to my craft grew, so did the distance between us. Our once intimate moments became fleeting, replaced by late-night auditions and endless rehearsals. Our conversations became brief, filled with surface-level pleasantries. I tried desperately to hold on, but it felt like the more I held, the more she slipped away.

Like clockwork, the late-night auditions and grueling shooting schedules began to consume our time together. It was during one such pivotal moment, as I stood on the precipice of fame, that I made the heartbreaking decision to prioritize my career and put our love on hold.

One evening, while cuddled up on our favorite couch, sipping on mugs of warm tea, I turned to Y/N with a weakened smile.

"Y/N," I started, voice filled with both excitement and uncertainty, "I've been offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"What kind of opportunity, Liz?" She asked, her voice quivering with anticipation.

"I've been offered the lead role in a blockbuster film." I confessed, eyes gleaming with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

"I can't believe you got the lead role, baby! I'm so proud of you." Y/N said, my heart filled with both excitement and a hint of sadness.

I looked at her, my eyes shining with a mixture of determination and guilt. I took a deep breath before speaking, "Thank you, love. I've worked so hard for this opportunity, and I can't let it slip away. It's a chance to catapult my career to new heights, but it means committing to months of intense filming overseas. It also means I'll have to dedicate all my time to rehearsals and performances. I won't be able to give you what you deserve." I can feel the lump forming in my throat as my heart tightening.

"Are you saying… you're choosing your career over us?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to hold her hand, "No, it's not that. I love you with all my heart, but this dream means everything to me. I need to take this chance, even if it means breaking both our hearts in the process."

Days turned into endless nights as she watched me passionate pursuit of fame. Y/N stood by my side, supporting my dreams while silently breaking inside. Yet, we couldn't bring ourselves to let go.

Love had a way of blinding us to harsh realities.

Months passed, and the distance between us grew. The sparkle in my eyes, once fueled by our love, dimmed with the weight of my commitment to my craft. The late-night conversations turned into quiet embraces, and the laughter that used to echo through our home became mere faint memories.

With each passing film, my commitment to my career just grew even stronger, causing me to face a difficult choice between love and ambition.

Then came the day that shattered our fragile world.

One evening, as the dusk settled over our now-empty apartment, I stood by the door, my eyes flickering with a mixture of excitement and sadness. We could see the desperate struggle within both of us, torn between my aspirations and our love.

I made a decision that shattered both our hearts into a million fragments. I stood before her, tears streaming down our face, and whispered words that still haunt me to this day, "I'm sorry, but I can't keep juggling both my career and our relationship."

I saw her face fell, her heart sinking with the weight of my words. We knew this was the moment she had been dreading. She understood that my dreams were on the line, but Y/N couldn't escape the fear of losing me. and now, it's happening.

"Lizzie, I want nothing more than to see you succeed and chase your dreams," She said softly, holding my hands tightly. "But what about us? What about our relationship?"

My eyes filled with tears as I gently squeezed her hands, "I love you, Y/N, more than words can express," I whispered. "But love alone cannot decide our futures. We both have dreams to pursue, and I hope you understand that I don't want to hold you back."

"Lizzie, please…"

"I needed to pursue my dream, even if it meant sacrificing our love. I can't ask you to wait for me, Y/N," I said softly, my voice quivering. "This journey is something I need to take alone."

She fought against the tears threatening to overflow, but understanding my dreams. Y/N nodded, struggling to find her voice, "I'll always be here for you, Lizzie. No matter what."

Both our heart broke at each others words, but we knew I was right. Love alone could not sustain our relationship if it was suffocated by unfulfilled dreams. As much as it hurt, we had to let eachother go and went to follow our own path.

As she left, I felt hollow, like a ghost existing in a world that had suddenly turned dark. I wandered through the ruins of what was once our love, searching for a purpose, for something to fill the void she left behind.

But, the bright lights of fame and fortune beckoned me, and I made the difficult choice to prioritize my career above all else.

In the aftermath of my departure, I was left in a sea of solitude. Trying to mend my broken heart, I threw myself into work and surrounded myself with friends who could offer solace. It wasn't easy, but life moved on, and I learned to cope with the dull ache that haunted me. The pain of our separation was raw and merciless, leaving me to question if I had made the right choice.

Years went by, and life slowly stitched my broken heart back together. I learned to live without Y/N, but the memories remained etched in my mind like faded photographs.

I heard that Y/N's passion for photography took her to new heights, showcasing her talent on richly colored canvases. Meanwhile, I had become one of Hollywood's most sought-after actresses, reaping the awards for my hard work along with my dedication and acclaim to my name.

But amidst my successes, I had never forgot about her. Our love, though altered, remained forever etched in my heart.

One fateful day, I received an invitation to an interview segment where I would talk about myself. My past love. As nervous as I was, I couldn't resist the opportunity to let go what I was really feeling, even if it stirred up old emotions. The interview took place in a luxurious Hollywood hotel suite, adorned with floral arrangements and twinkling lights, setting the stage for an unforgettable encounter.

As I walked into the hotel suite where the interview was scheduled, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension bubbling within me.

I entered the room, clad in a stunning red suit that accentuated my beauty. I exchanged pleasantries with the woman who assigned to interview me.

As the interview progressed, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, alternating between reclaiming the familiarity we once shared and maintaining professionalism.

"So, Miss Lizzie…" The woman trailed, "Why are you still single?"

"I choose to pursue my dreams." I said with a smile, "I wanted to become popular. Make my own name." I added.

"What happened to you and your past lover?" She asked.

"Everything went downhill the moment I start gaining the spotlight. Time was our number one enemy." I answered honestly, "She was so proud, we were both happy but ofcourse, along all of that is the sacrifices."

"That's where the conflict started?"

I nod simply, "I got so busy. We barely see eachother since I'm always tired and sometimes, staying on the set. We almost broke up the first time but choose to fix things."

"That's good." She happily replied.

"Honestly, I don't think so…" I start to play with the rings on my hand, "As a rising actress, my job demands a lot. I can't focus on two things that time. I was never good at handling things in general."

"When was the time that you realized you need to let it go?"

"Before, we can't last a minute without talking to eachother then that changed. We barely talk as we were both become busy pursuing our dreams." I smiled a little, "That's when I knew… it's over."

"Was it a proper break up?"

"Yes, it was. At first, she said no but I explained it to her. We both have a dream. I don't want to hold her back and same goes to me."

She looked at the paper she's holding before asking, "Any regrets?"

I coyly looked into her eyes and said, "The one thing I regret most in my journey to success is not having her by my side. We had something truly special, and I've often wondered what might have been." My eyes glistened with tears as I added with a heavy heart, "It's been so hard without her. But I needed to follow my dreams, even if it meant losing the love of my life."

The woman reached out and gently held my hand, "I'm sure, it was a difficult decision for both of you. Life took you both down different paths, but it doesn't mean your love wasn't real."

I let out a sigh tinged with sadness, "She were always my biggest supporter. But I couldn't let go of this opportunity, even if it broke my heart."

"What was the last thing you heard about her?"

"She's a successful photographer now and a very famous host in a lot of TV shows."

As the interview concluded, she asked, "One last question, do you still love her?"

I smiled and wiped my tears, "When I left all those years ago, I never stopped loving her. It's gonna be her, always."

"Do you have anything to say for her before we end this?"

I nodded, "Sometimes, we need to make tough choices that shape our destiny. I'm glad you found success, and I hope it brings you all the joy you deserve." I took a deep breath, my eyes filled with the bittersweet realization,"We can't change the past, but we can choose how our story unfolds from here. Maybe it is really time for us to rewrite our narrative. For the last time, I love you."

"Thank you so much for granting our invitation and answering the questions, Miss Lizzie."

"Thank you so much and you're welcome, Y/N."

And in that definitive moment, the world outside the hotel suite faded away, leaving only our souls who had found their way back to each other. As the door closed behind us, our past became but a memory, and the unwritten chapters of our future began to unfold.

The past, the heartbreaks, the missed chances—it all seemed to evaporate into thin air.

Sometimes, the choices we make lead us down paths we never planned, but in the end, it's the love we choose to hold onto that truly defines our lives. And in the depths of our hearts, the memories of shattered spotlights can find solace, reminding us of the beauty and resilience of the human spirit.

Sometimes, the journey of love leads us through unforeseen detours. It teaches us the power of sacrifice, the pain of letting go, and the resilience of the human heart. And in the end, we find solace knowing that even after traversing treacherous paths, we can still stumble upon our own happily ever after.

After all this time, I knew that sometimes, the most painful goodbyes could lead us to the greatest love stories of all.

[bookishjules]

any thoughts on how Simon and Isabelle will be around their in laws, I know we got to see a bit of it in the later books but would love to hear your thoughts

anon i will take any chance to talk about rebecca lewis <33 yes, i know there are more inlaws in question, and i will get to them, but i have been dying to talk about becky hehe plus there really is so much more to explore on the lewis side--naturally, since neither elaine nor rebecca have interacted with izzy in canon (insane btw).

sidenote: i kinda love how izzy only ever grew up with brothers, but gained a sister through simon (or two really, since we really must count clary, but you know, we're talking technicalities here), and that for simon, it's the opposite.

anyway, speaking of sisters hehe i genuinely think izzy and rebecca would get along well. i think iz would be a good source of.. fun i guess? for becky. like a good reminder to let loose. and i think becky would be a good resource for izzy, someone with a bit more age and wisdom that she can go to, someone who isn't maryse. and it's not like becky would be the only one offering advice. i think izzy would remind her to put herself first sometimes, to chase what she wants and to be kinda.. undeniable i guess. and i think they would laugh together and i think they would go shopping together, despite their very different fashion senses, and i think becky would maybe make some clothes for izzy and i think they would bond over the matching simon-shaped swell in their hearts.

i think becky is a common presence at the sizzy household. movie nights or game nights, or becky-cooked dinners (she might also try train some better cooking instincts into izzy while she's at it hehe), at least for a while until life things happen etc. i also think, and i know this is thinking a decent way further down the line, but i also think she'll be one of their go-to babysitters, since i don't think she'll get settled with her own family until she's in her 30s, and because i just know she'll want to be part of every second of that.

okay okay i think i need to stop talking about rebecca now or i will end up writing a novel..

i think their relationship with elaine is a lot more.. delicate. they don't see her nearly as often. because they can't be honest about the shadow world, for one, but also because i think she still has a little bit of.. not exactly loose canon, but something akin to that, in her. i think she wishes she got to see her son and daughter in law more, but i think there's this underlying anger for izzy any time they go to elaine's place, because even though it was years ago, izzy's first introduction to her personality was still through the lens of her condemning her son and kicking him out of the house at 16. and i also think izzy's seen how that reaction has affected simon, both in the direct aftermath, and in the years after he got his memories back.

i know levi is dead and wouldn't have any sort of relationship with izzy, but i do think simon would have taken her to levi's grave at some point to introduce them anyway. maybe around their wedding?

i really don't feel like there's much to say about the lightwoods that we haven't already seen, or that can't be easily extrapolated, but in spirit of fairness..

jace and simon are very much jace and simon. it's kinda hard to imagine their relationship changing much more than it already has. the comfortability and familiarity between them, the playful jabs, etc. i do think jace has probably begrudgingly gone to simon for a second (or third after clary, ig) opinion on some plans or strategies etc. he's having to make as an institute head. and i definitely think simon has tried to teach jace dnd, and had him over to play video games more than once.

i think simon and alec's relationship goes through more change than what we've been privy to. i think they have their bonding time doing target practice or over coffee after putting the kids to bed. they talk about politics and work and the sda. they also definitely talk about jace being an idiot lol

when it comes to maryse.. bro maryse is so hard for me. their relationship with her would be much closer than that they have with elaine, of course. and i think in maryse's effort to be more present with her family, she also makes a point to have a personal relationship with simon. they don't really have all that much in common, but simon has always seemed like something of a mom charmer to me. he's funny and smart and knows how to be polite. plus he really really cares about izzy. and i think it means a lot to maryse to see that. call it projection or mother's love or a little of both, but it's nice to have that reassurance that her daughter won't have to go through what she did.

[under-the-dirt]

distractions.

hihihi!!! my brain is rotting away and this idea has been marinating in my decaying brain for a bit so here goes. as always, ignore bad spelling i try my best!!

tags ig?: non gendered reader x könig <333 cuddling, fluff, kissing, etc he’s just a teddy bear, established relationship :333

You were a little annoyed after your day at work. Although you’d been home for at least 2 hours, you were still finding yourself huffing and sighing as you carry out daily chores like tidying up the kitchen and ensuring the laundry is done. Walking into the living room, you find your massive boyfriend König sprawled across your couch, one arm up and one leg on the floor. He was just in a compression shirt and sweatpants, an outfit which made your drool without fail, and god he looked good. He was browsing some of your streaming services, looking for something to watch as you sat down by his legs with a huff.

“Something wrong, Schatz?” He asks sweetly, almost innocently, looking at you with those beautiful eyes. You grumbled softly, and he frowned.

“Don’t ignore me,” He says with a slight pout, giving you puppy eyes. You turned your head away, and he sat up, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you onto his chest. He pressed gentle kisses to your neck, keeping his arms firmly around your waist like a cage. A cage you could never fight, as he was absolutely huge and there was no way you could escape. You huffed softly, crossing your arms, and he continued to kiss your neck as his hands slowly maneuvered up your shirt. He did this until you were giggling and squirming.

“Ah, there you are.” He chuckles, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck and another to the crook of your neck, continuing to your collarbone. “What do you want to watch, Schatz?”

“hmm…” You think for a moment, before telling him your comfort movie. You flip over onto your chest, laying against on his chest as he lifts one arm to toy with the remote until clicking on your comfort movie. You smiled, nuzzling into his large chest.

“Always the best choice,” He smiles, putting the remote down and kissing the crown of your head. His arms wrap around your waist, one hand on your upper back and the other just above your butt. He hums softly, content with this position.

A little ways through the movie, you found yourself not paying attention, instead focusing solely on the feel of König’s lips against yours, the rough stubble on his chin grazing your face. You hummed gently, kissing him deeper. Ever so often, you had to break your hungry kisses to take a few gasping breaths before delving right back into his sweet lips. You had to admit your favorite part of any day was always when you had your movie makeout sessions, with his hands running along your body and tongue exploring your mouth gently.

It was never rough, always sweet and gentle, just like him. He always made sure of your comfort, kissing away any discomfort whenever you had some, which was very rarely.

His hands drifted along your skin, one hand up your shirt and caressing your back, the other gripping your ass gently.

“I love you, Liebling” He whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, König” You whisper breathlessly, returning to your gentle, hungry kissing.

TYTYTY for reading!!! i love you all sm!!! if you have any requests, feel free to send an ask!! if you request smut, it’ll take a little longer because i have no real experience and i don’t want anything to seem overly fake or anything <3

[euphoricfilter]

Jimin with 1 (yandere); 3 (smut); 7 (mafia)

"You always call me your kitten. Then pet me" 😼

I'm not sure if this is a weird combination or not... But thank youuu 🫶🏻💜

aren’t you lonely?:

pairing: yandere! jimin x f. reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || yandere au || mafia au ||

summary: sure, it was unfair you stayed locked in the bedroom all day, though you never seem to mind when Jimin pays you a little bit of attention at the end of the day.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: unhealthy relationship, implied murder, implied mafia ig, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this isn’t real, don’t be stupid), jimin’s a little mean, dick riding, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum eating, biting/ drawing blood and consuming it

notes: prompt from the drabble game <3 this concept would be really fun to explore in more depth

drabble masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

A pitiful pout pulls at your bottom lip when you hear the bedroom door unlock, your arms folding across your chest as Jimin slips into the room; his gaze flickering down to where you’re sat cross legged on the floor. And Jimin finds it cute, how you try to intimidate him.

“Why’re you sulking, my love?” he frowns, exaggerated in the way you know he’s mocking you; faux worry laced through his words.

“How come you can see your friends, but I’m not allowed?”

His head tips backwards, bubbly laugh shaking his whole body as he crouches before you, “They��re not my friends, doll. They work for me, they do all the dirty shit I don’t want to do, it would be an awful shame if some lowlife’s blood were to touch your precious skin”

“But I used to work with my friends” your arms fall to your sides, “I know your job isn’t exactly normal but surely you like someone you work with”

“Don’t be silly, they weren’t your friends.” Jimin’s thumb and index finger hold your chin, shaking your head, “I don’t have friends, so you don’t need any either. They tell you things that aren’t true, and I’d hate for you to leave me over silly little rumours, you know they’re jealous of you.”

“Aren’t you lonely?” you sigh, head leaning into his touch as his hand cups your cheek.

“Of course not, I have you” he smiles, “Is that why you’ve been upset? Because I didn’t let you see your friends today? or because I left you alone? I promise we'll get to spend more time together soon”

You frown, nodding, “You get to go out all the time, I get bored when you leave, and I’m stuck in the bedroom. You said I could use your card as well, but we never go out” you whine, hands snaking around his neck.

“My poor baby” he frowns, “I have a little problem I have to sort out tomorrow, and then how about I take you shopping?”

Your boyfriend’s fingers rake through your hair, shiver of pleasure wracking down your spine, “My pretty kitty” he murmurs.

“You know…” you start, eyes heavy as you stare up at him through your lashes, “You always call me your kitten” and Jimin hums, side of his lip quirking upwards, “then pet me, please”

You watch his tongue wet his bottom lip, “Poor thing, I really have neglected you as of late, haven’t I?”

You nod, fingers wrapping loosely around his wrist, trailing his hand down your body until his fingers skim over the waistband of your sleep shorts, “Want you, Minnie”

“Want you too, pretty thing”

He falls back until he’s sat on the rug with you, thighs spread enough you know what he wants. Your fingers tug off your shorts, panties soon to follow before you’re tugging at your boyfriend’s slacks, thick cock slapping against his stomach when you pull his underwear down.

He strokes his length, head falling back in pleasure as you pull your shirt over your head; clumsy as you straddle his thighs, “Stupid girl, already cock drunk and I haven’t done anything”

“Not stupid” you whine, hips jutting forward when he runs his cockhead through your folds, jolt of pleasure running straight through your body.

Your fingers wrap delicately around his shaft, tip of his cock pressing over your entrance, pussy clenching in anticipation.

You moan, sweet, a little whiny as you sink down on your boyfriend’s length.

His hands grab onto the meat of your hips, dragging you further down his length leaving you no time to adjust to his girth. A chocked moan lodges itself in your throat as he spears you open.

“Go on then, ride me” he grunts, cock fully sheathed inside of you. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself, tip of his cock still warm between the sodden walls of your pussy before you’re dropping back down on his length.

Jimin watches your tits bounce, and you let out something akin to a squeal when he pinches on of your nipples; burning pleasure thrusting you closer to your orgasm.

Your boyfriend notices your thighs start to shake, hips rolling forward as you try and catch your breath, “Can’t even ride me properly, come on” he picks you up, and your cunt clenches at the mere thought of being nothing more than a means of pleasure for him.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum” you whine like a mantra, fingers digging into Jimin’s arms, something inside of him swelling at the fact you’ve marked him; a clear semblance that he truly belongs to you, and you only.

“Cum for me then” he grunts, feet planting on the floor so he can thrust up into your sodden cunt.

His cock completely soaked with your arousal, that every time his thighs meet the back of yours, a wet slap claps across the walls.

Jimin changes the angle of his hips, blunt head of his cock hitting your sweet spot; your chest stutters, stars dancing behind your eyelids, squeezed shut as you fall over the precipice of your high, Jimin’s relentless thrusts prolonging your pleasure.

“S’ too much” you sob when the initial wave of your orgasm washes throughout your body, pleasure fizzling to prickly oversensitivity.

“Not yet” Jimin grunts, head falling onto your shoulder as his own pleasure builds, your body now his to use for his own high.

His teeth sink into your naked shoulder, a cry tumbling past your lips as he breaks skin; metallic blood coating his tongue, the rawest form of you consumed by him enough for Jimin to tumble into his own high.

You feel his cock twitch, thick cum flooding your cunt enough for a less intense orgasm to wrack through your body; stomach sizzling in something a little more mellow.

“My good girl” he croons, thumb running over your jaw.

On shaky legs you pull yourself off your boyfriend’s length, dribble of his cum painting the inside of your thighs white.

Jimin runs a finger through his release, “Open your mouth, doll” he holds your jaw, perhaps a proud smile on his face as you open your mouth, tongue falling past your lips.

He shoves his finger into your mouth, “Well done, pretty. How about I treat you to a pretty new necklace, the one you've been eyeing on my phone, as an apology for leaving you alone for so long, my poor little thing. I'll never let you be loney” another kiss pressed to your lips, his words ever so sweet that you simply melt, soft taffy in his rough hands.

“Don’t want a necklace, I just want you, Jimin”

And maybe you have no idea what that means to him, plush lips pressing a kiss to your cheek; and maybe if you weren’t so giddy over his affection you’d notice the guilty little smile on his face, or the blood-stained handkerchief that pokes out of the breast pocket of his shirt; perhaps piece together the real reason he never lets you meet your friends these day.

He’d hate for you to get muddy. You’d never been too fond of climbing either, and the ditch your friends now reside in isn't the most romantic setting.

Because truly he only wanted the best for you, and you never seemed to mind when he pampered you like the pretty little thing you were always supposed to be; a dainty little fairy whose wings he's clipped, locked away in a cage for only his eyes to see. Where no amount of fairy dust could ever save you from his claws.

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