#it’s literally 2am don’t judge me

[artisticethan]

Currently submerging myself in comfort content that I’ve loved since I was 13 to keep the depression at bay

[inklore]

marinara sauce is literally orgasmic.

[duvetchico]

2am and the love of my life is gone

summary minjeong wakes up at 2am to find the bed empty. cue panic, delusion, and soft cuddles once she finds you.

genre fluff / angst / humor

pairing kim minjeong x fem!reader

masterlist.

it started with a cold spot.

minjeong stirred, face buried in her pillow, hair an absolute mess, and instinctively reached over to your side of the bed like she always did.

except this time…

cold.

empty.

no y/n.

her eyes snapped open so fast her neck cracked.

“huh?” ( I CAN LITERALLY HEAR HER VOICE ON THIS ONG)

she sat up, half-asleep and fully pissed. “where the fuck—” her voice came out hoarse and small, like a confused toddler. she blinked at the empty space beside her.

no warm body. no weird sleep positions. not even your socked foot kicking her shin like usual.

gone.

she stared at the doorway. “you better be peeing,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. “or brushing your teeth. or talking to a ghost, idc. just not—missing.”

then five minutes passed.

five.

entire.

minutes.

you didn’t return.

minjeong sat there, blanket pooling at her waist, paranoia crawling in.

“okay,” she whispered, talking to herself now, “maybe she’s…maybe she’s just getting water. or checking something. or—”

her eyes widened.

“what if she left me?”

(yes. at 2am. in pajamas. sure.)

“what if she realized she’s too good for me and ran away to find someone who flosses more consistently??”

the dramatics were at an all-time high. she dramatically flopped back on the bed and groaned into your pillow.

“i knew i shouldn’t have said her pasta was mid. this is karma.”

finally, she couldn’t take it. she grabbed her phone, almost dropped it, then turned on the flashlight and stomped out of the bedroom like she was on a mission.

-

she checked the kitchen first.

empty.

then the bathroom.

also empty.

her brain was now playing sad violin music. she whispered, “this is it. this is how it ends.”

but then.

clink.

a spoon? a bowl?

minjeong squinted and followed the noise like a sleep-deprived detective.

-

and there you were.

sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, scrolling on your phone with a half-finished bowl of cereal on the coffee table.

eyes wide when you noticed her.

“…babe?”

she just stood there. in her messy hoodie. hair sticking up. absolutely offended.

“what the fuck.”

you blinked. “what?”

“you left me.”

you snorted. “i went to eat. you were literally drooling on the pillow.”

“you LEFT ME,” she repeated, like you abandoned her at the altar.

you raised a brow. “baby. it’s been fifteen minutes.”

“fifteen minutes too long.”

she crossed the room in two seconds, flopped down next to you, and shoved her face into your shoulder.

“you didn’t even say goodbye,” she mumbled into the blanket.

you giggled and leaned into her. “you looked so peaceful. i didn’t wanna wake you.”

“i was dying without you.”

“dramatic much?”

“yes.”

you kissed her temple. “you’re such a clingy little thing.”

“and you love it.”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart was doing backflips. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

she peeked up at you with sleepy eyes and a pout. “can i at least get a kiss? i went through all five stages of grief.”

you cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin. “my poor baby.”

she nodded seriously. “it was hell.”

you kissed her, slow and warm, until she melted into you like putty.

then she looked at the cereal bowl. “…is that the last of the cinnamon toast crunch?”

“…maybe.”

she stared.

you grinned. “don’t leave me for someone who flosses.”

“i won’t,” she said, dead serious. “but i will judge you for not saving me any cereal.”

you cackled.

and she pulled you onto her lap anyway, muttering something about “next time take me with you” while her arms wrapped tight around your waist.

and eventually, you both passed out like that on the couch.

with a cold bowl of cereal.

and one very dramatic girlfriend snoring into your neck.

minjeong blinked awake to the smell of—wait. no. there was no smell. because you ate all the cereal without her last night and she was still bitter.

she groaned, shifted a little, then froze when she realized—

there was a whole human on top of her.

you.

her traitorous cereal-thief of a girlfriend.

her arms were still around you, and your face was buried into her hoodie, dead asleep. the same hoodie she hadn’t washed in like… a week. romantic.

and the worst part?

her first thought wasn’t “i have to pee” or “where’s my phone” or even “i’m hungry.”

no.

it was: holy shit she’s so cute i could die.

minjeong didn’t even like mornings. but here she was, lying under you like a lovesick idiot, listening to you breathe and softly snore and occasionally twitch like a little puppy dreaming about… whatever you dream about. (probably more cereal.)

she watched you sleep like a simp in an early 2010s wattpad fic. her heart went boom and she whispered to herself,

“fuck, i’m so obsessed with her.”

then you mumbled something. incoherent. but it made her tighten her grip instinctively like “nope. staying. mine.”

she closed her eyes again.

maybe she’d bring up the betrayal later. make a dramatic speech about how love is fragile. how cereal isn’t just a snack—it’s a bond.

but for now, with you curled up on top of her, warm and soft and still drooling a little?

yeah.

she could forgive you.

(but she was gonna make you buy her two boxes later. just in case.)

[watarfallar]

Is it bad that when I was walking down the street one day and saw a poppy growing out of a patch of weeds, my brain short circuited? Is that bad? Oh well, have some crumbs for your troubles.

Grian: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Scar: Why would I do that? Grian: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

Scar, texting Grian: Text me when you’re home safely. Grian: I’m home dangerously. Scar: Stop it. Grian: I’m home lethally.

Scar, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! Grian, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

Scar: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder. Scar: glares at Grian Grian: Well, sorry I have morals!

Grian: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Scar: Only if you also don't ask why. Scar: pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag Grian: … Grian, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Grian: What is the one thing I told you not to do? Scar: Burn the house down. Grian: And what did you do? Scar: I made dinner. Grian: Scar: Grian: Scar: And burnt the house down.

Grian: Love makes people do stupid things. Scar: I love everything! Grian: That explains a lot.

Scar: What am I supposed to do? Grian: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in. Scar: I’m an atheist. Grian: Then just get ready to die I guess.

Grian: You know what your problem is? Scar: I only have one?

Scar: Present your best argument for eating bacon. Grian: If animals don’t want to be eaten, then why are they made of food?

Scar: Isn’t it a bit dangerous? Grian: Scar, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Scar: … Grian: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Scar: … Grian: Alright, we escaped unhurt once… Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

Scar: Hey, Grian, when you wake up you're legally obligated to agree with me. Grian: But I don't….. Scar: I don't see why that should be my problem??

Grian: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza. Scar: So, you’re not going to share? Grian: I’m not going to share.

Scar: I'm trash. Grian: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Scar: Scar: You smooth motherfucker. Scar: And yes it does.

Grian: on the phone Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference. Grian: Anyways, you said Scar is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

Scar: A-are you sure this is safe?! Grian: Oh, quit being such a baby. It’s perfectly safe! …For me!

Grian: I’m Grian. I’m an accountant. Scar: I’m Scar. I have a knife.

Scar: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Grian: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL! Scar: …Your point?

Grian: Scar, no. Scar: Scar, yes.

Scar: Do you have ANY idea what’s going on outside?! Grian: Judging by your outrage, I’d guess someone’s having fun?

Scar: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought! Grian: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

Scar: Two wrongs don’t make a right. Grian: sighs That’s true… Grian: But to negatives make a positive!!!

Grian: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Scar: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Grian: Mean.

Grian: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Scar: blushes What are your thoughts? Grian: The fourth sentence- Scar: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Grian: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

[ladykailitha]

Around the World Part 6

Hello! And welcome to another chapter of this very underrated fic. Thank you to everyone who has given it love in the way of comments, reblogs/tags, and likes.

It's London calling! And we meet a Murray Bauman in the wild. Eddie and Steve get a little introspective and Steve does something rash.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

~

Their trip through the haunting and beautiful Ireland was amazing. So many tales and history. This is why Steve wanted to do more than just America like Eddie had originally wanted, because America just didn’t have the history Europe and other places did. Not unless you wanted to disturb actual First Nation people and that was something he wanted to avoid at all cost, thank you.

They were on the ferry from Northern Ireland to Scotland and Steve was looking out over his shoulder at the water as he leaned against the guardrail. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the wind to blow through his hair.

Eddie slid his arm around him and Steve laid his head on his shoulder.

Today Eddie had his beard and faux-dreadlocks in a light blue button up shirt and cream colored wide-legged pants. His chunky sunglasses covered the his face.

“You know,” Eddie murmured, “until we reached this leg of our journey and you started to disguise me, I didn’t realize how much I missed just being Eddie Munson, regular guy. I can really see the appeal of you and friends’ way of doing it.”

“Yeah,” Steve said softly. “Of course it means that we can’t go all out and buy everything we want, stay in fancy hotels, show up at restaurants without a reservation and get in. But I can go into my local grocery store and buy two tubs of mint ice cream because I felt like it.” He lifted his head to look Eddie in the eye. “Like some Karen would judge me, but it’s not going to go up on TMZ that I’m letting myself go.”

God, Eddie had had that happen more times than he cared to count. Like once Chrissy was on her period and he went to go get her chocolate, Ben and Jerry’s, and pads. Before he even got to his car it was all over the internet that he was letting himself go, just because it was 2am and his best friend needed something to help her feel better.

“You think you’ll ever come out?” he asked, pulling Steve in closer.

It was a familiar and well-worn topic of theirs; whether or not Steve would ever come out as bisexual at least.

He ducked his head and looked away. He didn’t know. He didn’t like hiding parts of himself for those he loved. He would like to tell people this is the love of my life.

“Would you leave me if I said no?” he mumbled, not daring to look up.

Eddie placed his finger under Steve’s chin and lifted his head gently. “Of course not, Stevie. There are literal actors who have been married for years and no one knows. It’s just between them. We could do that too. Just a quiet ceremony, Robin and Chrissy as the witnesses, and a justice of the peace.”

Steve let out a weak sort of watery laugh and shook his head. “I want all our friends there, famous and otherwise. I want a full tilt party with music playing into the early hours of the morning. I want fancy tuxes and flowers galore. I know I might not get that, the absolute coward that I am. But if I marry you, it be to scream from the rooftops that I love you.”

Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “Softy.” Steve blushed. “Besides there is nothing in the world that says we can’t have it both ways. Have a quiet little ‘just us’ and then go full tilt when you come out. You don’t even have to tell anyone. Just a little comfort that I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve pressed a gentle kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “I’ll think about it.”

Eddie kissed him deeply and then tucked his head under his chin and they stayed like that until the ferry docked in Scotland.

~

God, Scotland and England were beautiful countries Eddie decided as he watched the rolling green hills from his train window. That was another thing he really liked about Europe in general, just all the different ways to travel that weren’t a car.

He looked over at Steve who had his glasses on and reading a book. He smiled at the title. His boyfriend wasn’t a fantasy fan or science fiction either, really, but put a clever mystery in his hands and you would have to pry to the book from his cold, dead fingers.

He glanced over at Chrissy and Robin who were playing Go Fish! They had asked him if he wanted to join them, but he passed. He rarely got time to just relax and watch the scenery go by when he was on tour. He was always doing something related to the band. Writing music, practicing, talking about the next venue, interview, or TV spot.

Him and his friends had fun, because of course they did. But it was nice to just let his mind wander. Currently he was sad that they were going to have to miss Wales this time. He really wanted to buy some Welsh gold jewelry. It’s super rare and absolutely gorgeous.

Maybe he would have to come back later and get something special for Steve. Just something simple like matching bands even if it wasn’t on the left hand. Or necklaces. Just something simple to prove they were it for each other.

“I made an appointment with a well-known tattoo artist in London,” Steve said nonchalant, but like he was reading Eddie’s thoughts.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to Steve. Robin nearly giving herself whiplash in her speed.

“As your friend, manager, and platonic soulmate,” she said darkly, “I advise against that. You can cover it up but someone, somewhere will see it.”

Steve looked up from his book and leveled her with his best bitchy glare. “Not if it’s on my ass.”

Chrissy and Eddie’s eyebrows shot up and they shared a shocked glance. Eddie always loved tattoos, he had a couple of stick and poke style ones from when he was young and stupid and couldn’t afford to pay for an artist to do the job, but there was one place, well technically two if you included his dick, which he absolutely did, that he refused to get a tattoo on and that was his ass. Not being able to sit down properly for what would probably be weeks was not his idea of a good time.

“Not really, though, right?” Chrissy asked with a grimace.

Steve took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Of course not really. Sheesh, you guys. But I hid fucking hickies from the both of you for a year and you never noticed, so I’m pretty sure I can hide one fucking tattoo.”

Robin and Chrissy shared their little ‘manager’ glance and Chrissy folded first.

“You’re right, Steve,” she said calmly. “Not once did you forget or slip up and you should be applauded for that. But is there a reason you’re deciding to get a tattoo now instead of waiting until we’re back in the States and you can use Eddie’s personal artist?”

He looked over at Robin and their little telepathy thing went off again and this time Robin folded first.

“It’s for Eddie,” she murmured. “They can’t be out as a couple and with Steve being the romantic that he is, wouldn’t want to get married without all his friends there, so this is his way of telling Eddie he isn’t going anywhere either.”

Eddie blinked for a moment. “Do you think they take walk-ins?”

“I booked it for both of us.” Steve smiled at him and took his hand. Eddie beamed back at him.

“They are so disgustingly cute,” Robin huffed, crossing her arms. “I bet Steve has this really sweet idea for a tattoo that even if people do notice it they won’t be able to tell the meaning but he and Eddie will know and be so sickeningly precious about it.”

Eddie gave him a huge kiss on the cheek. “I love my super clever boyfriend and can’t wait to see what this brilliant plan is.”

~

Steve’s brilliant plan was half of a white mask on Eddie’s inner wrist and half of guitar on Steve’s and when they held hands it formed almost heart.

The tattoo artist was really impressed with the idea and was more than happy to implement it. Steve walked out of there, completely smug as Chrissy pointed out. Deservedly so.

They were to stay in London for three days because of all the haunted places in London alone, there were so many worth visiting. They were going to start at Jack the Ripper tour and move onto the tour of London.

The tour they learned with deep dismay had accidentally been scheduled at 2pm and not 2am like Eddie had thought it said. It was so boring and their tour guide so dull, Eddie accidentally tripped of one of those concrete pillars they had in the middle of the sidewalk to prevent cars from driving up on it.

“Oof!” Eddie wheezed as he straightened up. “Why do they even put those things here?”

“Chrissy Cunningham,” a nasally voice said from behind them. “What are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

They all turned slowly to see a weaselly little bald man with thick horn-rimmed glass.

“Holy shit,” Chrissy said slowly. “Murray Bauman, as I live and breath. What the hell are you doing in London?”

He shrugged. “Eking out a living doing tours for bored tourists. When the biggest metal band in the world drops you, so does everyone else.”

Chrissy and Eddie shared a grimace. Corroded Coffin had deliberately did that to Nancy after the shit she pulled with Steve and trying to be The Fallen’s agent. But this one was a complete accident.

“Oh fuck off,” Robin said with a grin. “You love it. I can tell. You have actual notes written down, you have a map marked with all the spots the murders take place. I bet you have all the great stories.”

Murray flushed and cocked his head to the side. “I mean I didn’t want to brag. But yeah, certainly better than Molly over there.” He jutted his thumb at their tour guide. “Most of the good ones are from tour companies and then you get people like Molly who make it look legit online and trick people into taking day tours.”

“God, I was so bored,” Eddie huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I felt jet lagged.”

Murray’s eyes instantly narrowed and cocked his head to the side and instantly everyone else tensed up. He took in their reactions and mimed zipping his mouth shut.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, “if you’re still in town tomorrow, meet me here at 9pm and I’ll give you a proper tour.”

Chrissy licked her lips slowly. “Or what?”

“Huh?” He was confused for a moment before he smacked his forehead. “Oh! No, no. I’m not going to blackmail you. Holy shit. If people want to enjoy a vacation without all the publicity, good on them.” He looked Eddie up and down. “Looks good on you kid.”

Eddie was suddenly glad for the large sunglasses and beard because it hid the blush on his cheeks.

“No, I’m just saying,” Murray continued, “that if you wanted to experience a proper Jack the Ripper tour, I’m willing to do it. I don’t have a tour currently booked and beside I like her.” He pointed at Robin, who grinned back him.

The four them all shared glances at each other.

“I’m down,” Steve said with a shrug. “If you’re as good as you say you are and aren’t trying to actively ‘get back’ at Chrissy for taking your job, I know I’d be interested in seeing what Whitechapel has to offer after dark.”

“I like him too,” Murray said brightly, rubbing his hands together. “So what do the rest of you say?”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” Steve’s three menaces said together.

He just smiled fondly and shook his head.

~

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[shunsuiken]

cw. gn!reader + reader has hair long enough to be held up (forgive me i literally dont know how to word this better LMAO) + neck kissing + this idea came to me at 2am don’t judge

“darling, if you don’t hold your hand up a bit more i’m afraid you might hit me in the face.” oh you would, you absolutely would if it weren’t for the predicament you put yourself in.

you’re holding your own hair up—one hand risen and the other bunching up the material of your clothes as ayato’s lips pester the skin of your nape. he leaves trails of kisses, licks and teasing bites here and there.

as a result, your eyes fall shut while small whimpers escape your lips. “a- ayato…” you whisper as he leaves another kiss on your nape. you feel his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him, your back now to his chest.

he hums into your nape, smiling at how warm your body feels, and just how pliant you've become in his embrace. he knows you want to let your arm down so bad, but the way your brows crease, the way your jaw loosens and just how your arm slightly shakes tiredly from holding your hair up for him—oh ayato can't possibly make you stop now when he's so fixated on how obedient you are for him.

"mmh!" you squeal when ayato plants his lips on that spot on your neck. the tension on your arm is almost unbearable now and you whine, "'yato, my arm—"

you can't even finish your sentence when ayato's hand gently takes hold of your lifted arm, thumb massaging your under forearm as he sets it down. "you've listened well, little one," he murmurs beside your ear as his fingers intertwine with yours. "i can only reward you now."

you lean your body onto ayato's completely, nuzzling your face into his neck, smiling breathlessly as you reply, "i think that's well-deserving after all that teasing."

ayato lets out a small huff of amusement, his eyes dilating as he meets your gaze. you watch as his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, it makes you gulp hard, almost losing your consciousness at what his actions imply. so when he leans in, your breath hitches.

his lip curls at the sight of your adorable reaction and you feel the grip on your waist tighten. "then allow me to give you what you deserve."

[lilithlounge]

Hii! Your blog is really interesting and I couldn't stop myself from being curious about my Lilith placement, since a lot of info online is vague af. I have Lilith in Virgo 4h at 8° (sextile moon, opposing Uranus and square both ASC/DSC).

What does it really mean? Also thank you a lot💞

Hiiiiiiii! First of all , bless you for calling out vague Lilith takes, because SAME. Let’s get into your placement and give it the tea it deserves. You’ve got Lilith in Virgo in the 4th house at 8° and babyyy, this is the energy of “I will reorganize your soul and make you face your emotional mess… but with love.” Think emotional dominatrix meets interior designer 😂.

8° Virgo Lilith is not here for sloppy vibes, she’s intuitive and precise, like the person who can spot one speck of dust on an otherwise spotless surface and feel deeply unsettled. But this isn’t just about cleaning this is about psychic cleanliness. In the 4th house, you carry ancestral power and possibly ancestral chaos, too. Your roots are complex, and your childhood was probably a season finale. You likely learned early on to protect your inner sanctuary (I feel you) which makes your presence feel mysteriously grounded yet slightly intimidating. People don’t know why they feel seen and judged when you say nothing.

Now, that sextile to the Moon. Let’s say that it softens the blow. You’re emotionally tuned in, possibly psychic, and people come to you for comfort but beware, they’ll stay for the comfort and then get hit by Lilith’s silent “do better” glare.

Opposing Uranus....girl, you’re a walking contradiction. One minute: “I crave stability.” Next minute: *throws self into a chaotic life shift for fun*. You shock people, especially family by being predictably unpredictable, and you’ve got a rebellious streak that shows up in your desire to live life your way. No one tells Lilith-in-the-4th how to build her home. Whether literal or metaphorical.

And ohhh, Square to ASC/DESC axis you make strong first impressions, often misunderstood, possibly labeled “intense” or “too much” by people who just can’t handle the depth and exacting energy you exude. Relationships are spicy. People project on you hard, and you’ve probably heard “you’re not what I expected” more than once. You challenge others to face themselves, and that can be… polarizing, but also hot.

My perspective in other words, is that you’re the cool cryptic witch with a perfectly organized altar, whose house feels like a sacred temple, but who also disappears randomly to start a revolution (or just rearrange furniture at 2AM). People don’t get you and that’s exactly how Lilith likes it. A hug from me to you 🫂.

[vespertwinky]

what was I on at 2am on a Monday (in this case, yesterday)

i literally had the worst Frankenstein au idea ever, HOOD AU.

I was re-reading the book for like the 100th time and then got on TikTok, the first video I saw was a MOUTHWASHING HOOD AU.

And that sparked up the idea of: “what if this but,,,it’s Frankenstein,,,” and then I kept contemplating how this au would even be cause WHAT WAS I ON😭

So basically..

Elizabeth = lil liz

Justine = big Justice (like that one guy on TikTok I guess)

Henry = Henry clerrizz

creature = frankie jr

Victor = Vic-Vic

William = king William Griddy the 3rd (don’t judge me it was 2am)

I only thought of those characters so like,,I gotta think of names for the rest I guess

I gotta draw this🙏

[star-girl69]

happy to be of service and make a contribution 🫡

also I just found the note again cus I was laying in bed thinking about it a while ago but I didn’t wanna forget it so I scribbled it all down and I just found the note again and I do not know why but one of the things is literally just

“-watching (YEARNING!)”

yeah umm idk I wrote that note at like 2am so don’t question that

-📼

not judging. i’ve done worse fr

i wrote entire scenes in my head it’s crazy and then i scramble to write them down UGH it hurts me to think about what has been lost 💔

thank you for sharing and letting me use your thoughts LOLLLL 🫶🫶🫶

[distort1xn]

life is honestly the weirdest thing any of us could possibly go through.

i had bronchitis a few weeks back, took my meds, felt better for weeks, and now my chest is acting up for reasons i couldn’t even begin to explain to you. during this time, however, i rediscovered a writer i absolutely adore and have been binging her books like a total fanatic. last night, when i woke up in the throws of actual suffocation due to my chest simply having closed up completely, it was her writing i turned to to keep me sane while i sat around at 2AM, waiting for some kind of relief when my meds wouldn’t work.

changing the context, but not the topic.

i got a promotion at work a few months back. i work in finance and i’m quite good at my job, but i inherited an unprofitable book of clients from an ex-colleague and have been fighting an uphill battle ever since. fighting that battle, though, hasn’t been nearly as anxiety-inducing as this promotion. not because i am in danger of losing said promotion, but because it was given to me by my sister and brother-in-law and i really don’t want to mess this up for them. they are applying exactly zero pressure and expect nothing of me other than to do my job the way i was already doing it, but lately i’ve just been fighting work stress like a motherfucker.

more context change.

my baby brother (24) is getting married soon. 14th of september, to be exact. long gone are the expectations that i, as the eldest sibling (my sister is a year older, but we also honorarily adopted her well into adulthood), should be married off and living in domestic bliss by now. my family is well aware that marriage, kids and suburban banality is not my idea of happy-ever-after. but i still feel pressure. i still feel like i should’ve made something of my life by now. not necessarily emotionally, but in some other significant way. i am painfully aware that this is my (extremely likely) thrice neurodivergent ass measuring myself by neurotypical standards. i know, okay? not to mention, we have another brother, between the ‘baby’ and i (he’ll be 26 in december) who isn’t anywhere near marriage yet, either. he has a business that did quite well for a while, but shifting socio-economic factors in our country has made him a bit strapped for cash, too, as of late. so, we’re in the same boat. but i’m not judging him – just myself.

add to this that my mother is seemingly utterly clueless about any sort of trauma whatsoever, because she just sent me a puff piece article about my ex music teacher who was so beyond abusive i can’t even utter his name without getting a panic attack so severe, all the king’s benzos and all the king’s zen couldn’t put me back together again. the man’s abuse of me was emotional, mental and sexual, and i have literally never recovered. 12 years down the line and i have probably uttered his name maybe a handful of times. but, sure, mom – you’re right: i haven’t rehashed those 2 years of trauma in a while. thanks so much for reminding me!

things just haven’t felt ‘normal’ for a while now. i feel scrutinised and weird and like i’m walking on eggshells around myself. i feel like i’m letting people down, even when no one has any expectations of me beyond what i’m already doing. maybe it’s imposter syndrome. anyone who knows me knows that if ‘negative interoception’ was something that could exist on a scale of ‘good’ to ‘bad’, that’d be where i’d fall.

i just wish i could find some way back to myself. i’m watching myself slip into old, bad habits in survival mode, and i don’t need to be here. i’m not in any ‘danger’.

life is weird. emotions are hard. living becomes surviving without any one of us noticing far too easily. help.

[hllfireclb]

Imagine Eddie catching you with your glasses on!!!

Why I am thinking about this? Because I wear glasses myself but I hate them sometimes. I don’t want to wear them outside but I have to because if I don’t I literally don’t see anything that far away. Funfact: when I‘ve met Grace, Joe, Gaten and Jamie at the GCC in December they said the loved my hair and glasses and that‘s the only reason I‘m ok with wearing them outside🥹🥹 Grace even took a picture of me because she said I looked cute and one day later we had the same hair cut💔

ANYWAY I imagining it like this:

You‘re never wearing your glasses outside. Never. If someone would see you with them you‘d dig your own grave because it would be so embarrassing for you. It just doesn’t fit into the whole "you“ concept. Always wearing black, looking like a Rockerchick, just matching with your boyfriend Eddie all the time. If you’d wear your glasses which have a slight golden frame, just to see what‘s written on the board, everyone would probably laugh at you. Not like you care what others think but you‘re afraid that your friends will laugh about it too. They love to tease you, so they‘d definitely tease you about you wearing glasses too.

The "Rockerchick" has to wear glasses, how funny.

And your biggest fear? Eddie finding out that you literally can’t see shit and he starts to make fun of you. Or even worse, what if he thinks you look stupid?

Eddie‘s probably the last person to judge someone because of their look. Especially if the other person is someone who’s important to him, and you definitely are. You know that but the fear of not being perfect for him is too big. So you just keep it your little secret.

One day you‘re lying in your bed, wearing nothing but one of Eddie’s tees and your panties since you’re home alone. A book lingers between your hands, you’re adjusting your glasses on top of you’re nose and you‘re about to turn to the next page when you hear a knock on your window. Mindlessly you turn your head to look at whoever decided to visit you in the middle of the night, completely forgetting that you had your glasses on. That’s until you see your boyfriend’s surprised face on the other side of the glass. Fuck.

It doesn’t take you a second to pull them off your face, throwing them somewhere into the bed before jumping out of it. You walk over to the window, letting your boyfriend climb inside before closing the curtains. "Eddie it’s literally 2am! Why are you here?" You look at him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he walks to your bed and picks up the "Accessoire" that was lingering on your nose just a few seconds ago.

You freeze. He definitely saw you wearing them, there‘s no way he didn’t. You were directly looking at him. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Are these…are these yours?" He looks up at you, still holding your glasses between his fingers,making eye contact which causes you to feel your cheeks burn like fire. His voice is calm, there‘s no judgement in it all only curiosity. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you slowly nod. "Why did you never tell me that you wear glasses Sweetheart?" He laughs softly and you can see how he lifts his hands up to his face, before putting your visual aid on his own nose, testing if he‘s able to see through them like a curious child. Now you‘re the one who‘s laughing softly, answering with a soft nod only.

He puts them down again as he walks over to you before he puts your glasses back on your face, a soft smile forms on his lips while doing so. "You look adorable with them y/n" his voice is barely above a whisper. "You think so?" You whisper back at him, your eyes closed because of how embarrassed you feel. He nods yes "Hell yeah. Even though they also look badass on you" he grins as he places a soft kiss on top of your nose, causing another chuckle to escapes your lips.

Turns out Eddie loves your glasses. He thinks they fit you so goddamn good and they make you look even smarter than you already are. He steals them every now and then to wear them, just to see your precious reaction. Every time he comes over he makes you wear them so your poor eyes can relax a bit.

Yeah, Eddie just loves you so much it‘s unbelievable.

Masterlist

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

~

The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

[sukunasbabymama]

Weird pregnancy cravings.

⌗ Pairing: Nahoya Kawata (Smiley), Souya Kawata (Angry), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Mitsuya Takashi.

⌗ Warnings: the cravings.

⌗ A/N: just want y’all to know that I asked my friends about weird food they eat and end up judging them for the rest of the night.

Request.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

I don’t know what do you think he’s gonna do other than judge you.

He adores you. He loves his wife and his unborn child.

But that shit you've been craving it’s a no.

As soon as you say “Hoya baby” he’s groaning with his dramatic ass.

“Hoya, baby, can–”

“Oh my God, no! I’m not gonna give you that shit, fucking nasty” He stops moving when he feels your hands in his hair.

“Bitch, it’s not nasty, is—”

“Baby, it’s literally corn tortilla with peanut butter,” He says with disgust.

“You know what? Kiss me,” You say and he groans in disgust because you already had eaten cucumbers with Nutella.

“I don’t wanna taste that sh—” He interrupted himself by crushing his lips with yours while caressing your belly.

What can he say? He loves his weird-ass wife.

Souya Kawata Angry.

He doesn’t judge you that’s what he said.

But he couldn’t help turn his resting bitch face into a confused bitch face every time you call his name, because he knows you’re going to ask for something weird.

“Souya baby, I want pickles juice,” You whine.

“P-pi, what?” He stutters. “No, that’s not—”

“Souyaaaaa,” You whine, he sighs.

Jesus fucking christ.

But he would buy it, of course, he would do it.

He would give you the soul of his enemies if that’s what you’re craving.

“Is that all, baby?”

“No, can I get coffee beans? —”

“You want coffee?”

“No, the coffee beans, please”

Souya's brain stop working.

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

He loves you so much.

You are the light in his eyes.

The queen of his kingdom.

His goddess.

But why the fuck do you have to wake him up at 2am asking him for toast with ice cream.

What the fuck.

He groans and hides his face in your neck, caressing your belly.

“That’s not gonna work, Kenny, I want toast. With. Ice. Cream,” You say quietly and he groans louder.

“Can’t it be just ice cream?” He says.

“With toast”

“Ice cream”

“With. Toast”

He stands up, helps you to stand up, and takes you to the kitchen.

Talks the most shit while making the toast.

“You love me?”

“With my whole life, princess,”

Mitsuya Takashi.

I know y’all think he’s gonna be the sweetest uh?🤨

He’s the most judgmental bitch out of all four.

But it’s not in a bad way, it’s feigned judge to try to calm you while he gets whatever you’re craving at the moment.

“I can’t believe I cook dinner just for you to tell me two hours later that you are hungry, but just hungry for strawberries with sour cream,” He says entering the house after going out to buy the strawberries.

“I hate my life!” You were coming from the bedroom crying, till you see what he has in his hands. “Oh”

“Yeah, oh, come here big baby, I’ll give you whatever you want,” You walk happily to the kitchen.

“I don’t hate my life anymore!” You sing happily and he laughs.

“I love you so much,” He says to himself in a whisper.

🔖: @milliumizoomi @melaninnntae @haitanigigi @saturnmitsuya @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow @keimisan

[keijisprettygirl]

☀︎︎Ch.31 ☀︎︎

a/n: not proofread & i also did this at 2am, so there’s probably a ton of spelling mistakes etc etc…. ily tho🤍

“you know mermaids don’t exist right?” Kuroo chuckles from beside you, using his right leg to gently sway the both of you in his hammock. you blink your eyes profusely a few times, confused and annoyed as ever.

you knew he was only kidding, judging from his tone of voice and yet, you couldn’t stop the judgemental frown from forming on your face.

is he really kidding though?

you lift your head up from his chest, staring deeply into those hazel eyes you have come to love. the bed-head laughs; almost cackles at your expression and lifts a giant hand to touch your face.

“how dare you say that!” you slap at the hand that was literally covering your entire face, “there’s still a lot to discover in the ocean, like, who knows what’s truly down there?”

rolling his eyes, Kuroo twists his body so he’s laying on his side, lazily throwing an arm over your waist to pull you in closer.

you snuggle up against him, chest to chest, as your heartbeat slowly catches up to his.

“uh yeah, Godzilla maybe? but a fucking mermaid? that’s crazy” he replies timidly as he flutters his eyes shut, hoping to savour in the comfortable position he was settled in with you a little while longer before you leave to go back home.

“so you believe Godzilla to be down in the deeps but not freaking mermaids Tetsu? what is that logic?” you scoff in disbelief as Kuroo hums in response, “only Godzilla exists down there, prove me wrong”

“okay let’s say he does, what makes you think that other mythical creatures don’t exist down there too?!” you annoyingly express. a bit too loudly for his liking, almost deafening him whilst you did so.

Kuroo says nothing but pinch your bare waist, tugging on the straps of your bra from under your top in hopes to distract you.

“-not to mention that Cthulhu might be down there too-“

the distraction did not work.

“Cthulhu is a fictional cosmic entity!?” Kuroo affirms, you giggle at the way his forehead creases and the way his lips form into a small pout. you were getting under his skin with this topic but you couldn’t help but find his frustrations somewhat adorable.

you pinch both of his soft cheeks, the skin underneath your fingers arising into a pinkish hue by the pressure.

“you’re hurting me”

“get over it”

“get off my face”

“i’m not on your face”

“yeah, but you should be”

you scrunch up your nose, pausing for a moment, before shoving at his shoulder to get further away from him but Kuroo was a lot stronger than you were, easily pulling you back into his arms and keeping you in his strong embrace.

“heh, okay but jokes aside..” Kuroo’s striking eyes bore into yours, features calm and suddenly serious. you have never seen such an expression on him before, since he was always so goofy and seemed to have a permanent smirk adorning his lips.

it made you blush.

“what’s up?..”

he brings himself close enough that his hair tickles your cheeks and you can feel his minty breath just above your cupid's bow. his gaze falls onto your lips, then back up at your eyes.

“i’m sorry for being angry about Sakusa.. about the um- the kiss. i know we’re not exactly ‘dating’ and i know that i have no right to be upset over it but i just.. i can’t help it? like just the mere thought of you and him being—”

you silence his rambling by placing a finger on his lips, shushing him up completely, whilst your brain stutters for a moment as every part of you goes on pause while you try to piece your thoughts together.

when you arrived at the chateau a few hours ago, you’ve already told him that you were a hundred times sorry and that the kiss meant absolutely nothing to you.

that it was just some ‘in the moment’ kind of thing and your sweet Kuroo was so understanding about it. he held you tightly in his arms as if he was afraid you’d disappear forever.

as if you’d disappear forever into the arms of another man.

“I love you Tetsurou.. like i said before, my heart belongs to you and you alone so please don’t worry okay?”

your own confession caused your blush to further deepen as you quickly looked away from him; your eyes darted around on anything but him. you already knew you loved him but saying it out loud was another thing.

Kuroo’s heart pounded like a jackhammer in his chest. a sweet pink tint staining his cheeks, and a huge grin has made its way across his lips. there was definitely no need to worry. not now, not ever.

then he kissed you; his chapped but oh so soft lips pressing against yours like a gentle caress of fabric on skin. his touch was delicate, long fingers threaded themselves into your hair whilst the other had crawled it’s way under your top, and paused on your waist.

there was something different about this kiss, and his touch, and the way he gazed upon you with those hypnotic eyes once he pulled away. his gaze danced imperceptibly across your face; observing you as you had seemed to be observing him.

Kuroo pecks your lips once more, then he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, nose and both of your cheeks before finally moving back onto your lips.

“be mine, y/n.” he whispers against your lips.

“I am all yours, Tetsu.”

𝐾𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑣𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠

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[lucy-frostblade]

well actually im supposed to be asleep (2am my time) but I have homework. i was hoping you could maybe try to write a childhood friends trope? ship of your choosing, but i don't seem to be in many fandoms you're in other than tss–

~ Rose

i would tell you to go to sleep but i just spent the past hour writing fanfiction and have no plans of going to sleep anytime soon (but it's an hour later for you, so you should probably sleep soon)

anyways! prinxiety childhood friends to lovers!!

Age 7

“Who are you?” Roman asks. A boy sits on the swing, kicking dirt in the air. His black hair falls over his bicolored eyes.

“Virgil.” The boy mumbles.

“I’m Roman. Over there is my twin, Remus.” Roman sits down on the swing next to Virgil. “Wanna be friends. I don’t know anyone other than Remus.”

“I’m not fun.” Virgil says.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Roman says matter of factly. He holds his hand out.

“Friends?” Virgil takes it reluctantly.

“Friends.”

Age 11

Virgil flinches and back into a chain link fence.

“Scared?” A teen stands in front of Virgil and cracks his knuckles. “That’s cute. Where’s your boyfriend? I see he’s not coming to save you.”

“Back off.” Roman says from behind the bully.

“Roman, it’s fine-” Virgil stops. Roman glares at him, before raising a stick and smacking the bully in the chest.

“That’s for hurting my friend!” He says.

“Roman, I had it handled.” Virgil says.

“No, you didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me you were being bullied. I had to find out from Remus. Are you okay?”

Virgil nods.

“I’m fine.” Roman smiles. “Alright, c’mon, emo, Patton’s rounding up players for groundies.”

Age 14

“Picture!” Patton says, rounding up their group of friends. “First day of high school!” Patton holds up his phone and snaps a photo.

Virgil holds up a peace sign and smiles. He had seen enough TV dramas to know that highschool literally never went well for the out of place kids. And that was, well, their entire group. (It could be reasoned that since they were all weird, they could be weird together, but that was too cheesy for Virgil.)

“What do your schedules look like?” Logan asks, pulling his out.

“Virgil, we have first and fourth together.” Patton says, bumping Virgil’s shoulder.

“So do I!” Roman and Remus say in sync, high fiving each other. Roman grabs Virgil’s schedule and looks it over.

“Aw, we almost have all of our classes together. We just don’t have math together.”

The group shares schedules, before the bell rings, cutting them off.

Roman grabs Virgil’s hand and them, along with Patton and Remus head to first period together.

Age 17

“Senior year! We did it!” Roman says, jumping on Virgil’s bed.

“We still have another year left. And five more minutes to sleep in.” Virgil whines, burying his face in his pillow.

Well, Roman’s pillow. He fell asleep while the two of them were watching Doctor Who. It’s happened more often than not. Virgil’s parents kind of sucked, so he spent a lot of time at Roman and Remus’s houses. And Patton’s. And Logan’s. And Janus’s. Really any place that wasn’t his parents was good.

“Virgil!” Roman says, tugging on his arm. “We should get ready. Plan. Look over schedules!”

“Ro, we’ve been in practically the same classes since middle school. It’s the benefit of a small high school.”

“Please.” Roman pleads. “I’ll buy you coffee.” Virgil sits up, rubbing his eyes.

“Free coffee?” Virgil yawns and basically rolls out of bed. He hits the floor and stands up. “I’m up. Now, coffee.”

“Are you going to school in that?” By that, Roman meant the black cargo pants and Green Day t-shirt that Virgil fell asleep in last night.

“Yes. Because I, unlike you, don’t give a shit about anyone.” Roman sticks out his bottom lip and Virgil sighs. “Except you. Though that might change if we don’t get coffee soon.

“You’re a menace.” Roman says, linking his arm in Virgil’s. “I’ll tell Remus we’re leaving. He gets first period off, so I think he’s getting a ride from Janus.”

“Why couldn’t I get first period off?” Virgil asks, grabbing his backpack, the pins clinking together.

“Because, if you had first period off, you wouldn’t get to go to art with me.” Roman says. “Now, let’s go.”

“I thought you were writing Remus a note?” Virgil asks as they walk to Roman’s car.

“Yes, but then I remembered that I can just text him.”

“So, coffee?”

“Yes, emo, we’re getting coffee.” Virgil scrunches his nose as Roman, before pulling out his phone to put on music, missing Roman’s reddening face.

Age 18

This was it. Virgil was finally ready to get out of this stupid fucking town. He and the rest of his friends are waiting on stage as their principal hands out diplomas.

“Virgil Young.” Virgil was so excited to change his last name to something cool, like Zeppelin or Bowie. He walks downstage and takes the diploma, his hands shaking ever so slightly. Virgil avoids looking his principal in the eye or look at the crowd of people watching him.

Don’t trip don’t trip don’t trip

Virgil makes it back to his friends and breathes a sigh of relief. He didn’t fuck it up.

Roman takes his hand and smiles.

“You did it.” He mouths. Virgil squeezes his hand ever so slightly and inclines his head as a thanks.

The rest of the ceremony goes by in a blur, the only thing Virgil focuses on is Roman’s hand in his.

Finally, the seniors are let out to meet with parents and celebrate.

Virgil knows his parents didn’t come. He doesn’t care if they came anyways. Roman and Remus’s parents came with enough love and support for Virgil anyways.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Roman asks. Virgil nods and Roman leads him into the hallway behind the auditorium, where the stage door is.

“What’s up?”

“We’ve known each other since we were five.” Roman starts. “I saw you on the swings, with your shaggy hair and baggy clothes and I don’t know why I went over to say hello, but I did, and now, nearly thirteen years later, and you’re my best friend. We’re going to different colleges and I know that won’t stop us from being friends, but I really wanted to tell you before you left that I really really like you. I have for a while now. And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I couldn’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you.”

Virgil smiles, blush dusting his cheeks, as he leans up and kisses Roman on the cheek.

“I like you too, Princey.” Virgil says.

Age 25

“Can you believe this is ours?” Roman asks, pulling Virgil into their new apartment. “We own this. Together. It’s ours.”

“Yes, Ro, I’m also very excited about our new apartment. I’m also excited for the coffee shop that’s right below us.” Roman rolls his eyes and pulls Virgil closer.

“Come on. We have an apartment. We live together now.”

“We spent most of our childhood and teenage years platonically sharing a bed. I don’t think this’ll be much different.” Virgil responds.

“Yes, but now I can kiss you.” Roman says, kissing Virgil’s nose. “Whenever I want.”

Virgil smiles.

“I love you.” Virgil says. “And I’m excited about our apartment.”

“I knew it! And I love you too.”

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung  have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person. 

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary.  It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow. 

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with  three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you  shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your  mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning.  I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!”  you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation.  When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung  unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around  Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

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