#just 'cause I don't think I had posted this yet

[seungsluv]

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── .✦ content warning : SMUT! MDI!!! fem!reader; kinda angst; mild burnout; miscommunication; light argument; explicit sex;

✮⋆˙ pairing: idol seungmin × fem!reader

✮⋆˙ word count: 2,1k

✮⋆˙ synopsis: “He shuts you out. You show up anyway. Tension snaps, words cut, and then it's just hands, mouths, desperation — because silence never kept you from choosing him.”

✮⋆˙ A/N: heyy!! I personally didn't like this one – cause I hate writing short ones – I just wanted to post something so the blog doesn't ""die"". if you have some requests or thoughts you want to share, please feel free to send me a message and lmk what you think. don't forget to like and reblog it!! xox ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

The lights in the apartment clock flashed 00:42 AM. I sat curled up on the couch, my phone screen glowing in my palm as I stared at the latest message I had sent him.

No response. Again. I had already double-checked if the messages were delivered. They were.

I sighed and typed another one, shorter this time.

[00:42 AM] Y/N: Are you still at the studio?

[00:56 AM] Y/N: Seungmin?

[01:09 AM] Y/N: Do you at least ate?

Still nothing.

My lips pressed into a thin line. I tapped on Chan’s name instead and sent a quick text:

[01:14 AM] Y/N → Chan: Is Seungmin still at the company?

The reply came almost instantly.

[01:14 AM] Chan: Yup. Still in the recording booth.

[01:15 AM] Chan: He’s arguing with himself about how his vocals suck.

[01:15 AM] Chan: You should probably come take him home before he erases the whole track.

My jaw tightened, fingers clenching around the phone. This wasn’t the first time. I tossed a hoodie over my tank top, grabbed my keys, and headed out.

The city passed like a blur outside the window as I drove, hands tight on the steering wheel, jaw clenched. Maybe this was insane. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe I was overreacting. But I knew him. And if there was one thing Seungmin was good at, it was pretending he was fine when he wasn’t.

The building was mostly empty at that hour, the distant hum of ventilation systems the only sound as I made my way through the halls. When I reached the studio, the door was slightly ajar, a soft trail of Seungmin’s voice leaking through.

Chan was in the producer’s chair, arms folded, head leaning back like he was halfway to sleep. He turned when he heard the door creak. His eyebrows rose. “Wow. He really pushed you, huh?”

I dropped my bag onto the couch with more force than necessary. “He’s not answering me. Again.”

Chan shrugged with a tired smile. “He’s locked in perfectionist mode. Keeps saying his tone sounds wrong. I’ve told him to stop at least four times. He argued. I gave up.”

I crossed my arms. “Is he eating?”

“No. He’s eating self-hatred and... vocal fry.” That earned a half-smirk from me.

Chan stood, slinging his jacket over one shoulder. “He might listen to you, though. I mean... if the pissed-off girlfriend look doesn’t make him flinch, I don’t know what will.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Coward.”

“Correct.” he said, grinning as he walked to the door. “Good luck. Don’t destroy any equipment.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, I finally turned to the booth. Seungmin was inside, headphones on, replaying the same take, muttering under his breath as he adjusted the mic. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I moved closer to the glass, arms folded.

Eventually, he turned—and froze. Our eyes locked. He blinked, surprised, pulling off his headphones. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I opened the booth door and stepped in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice rough. Seungmin blinked, pulling the headphones off. “It’s late.”

“Yeah. No shit.” I stepped further in. “Did you plan on ignoring me until morning or…?”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t mean to. I’ve just been working—”

“You always say that.” My voice cracked, just barely. “I get it, Min. You love what you do. But I’m not just some… background character in your day.”

A beat passed.

“I just... needed to get this right.” he muttered.

“You’ve been doing this for days. Skipping meals. Coming home after I’ve fallen asleep. Acting like I don’t exist.” His jaw clenched. “You think I’m mad because you’re working? I’m mad because you won’t let me in.” He didn’t answer. “You don’t have to carry everything by yourself, Seungmin. Not when I’m right here.”

He exhaled slowly, voice strained. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Yeah well, too late for that.”

He looked at me, finally meeting my eyes. And for a second, he looked smaller. Tired. Vulnerable. “I’m sorry.” he said. “For shutting you out. For making you feel like you don’t matter. You do. More than anything.”

I softened, stepping closer. “I’m sorry too. For making you think you can’t fall apart in front of me.”

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something more, but the words didn’t come.

“Let me hear it.” I said. He hesitated, then pressed play. The recording played softly in the background. His voice filled the booth—raw, imperfect, beautiful. I didn’t look at the monitor. I watched him. When it ended, silence hung between us.

“You sound like you mean every word.” I said. “It's good. Better even.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “You always say that.”

I reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Because it's always true. That’s the curse of caring too much.”

He leaned into my touch without thinking.

“I missed you.” I whispered.

“I’ve been here.”

“Not really.”

He looked at me again — really looked this time — and everything about him softened.

“I’m sorry.” he said quietly. “For not replying. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I wasn’t listening.”

I stepped forward, my voice lower now. “Sorry if I made you feel like you’re never doing enough. That’s not what I think. That’s never what I think.” The tension in his shoulders. The tired edge in his voice. I leaned in, closing the space between us slowly, giving him time to stop me. He didn’t.

Our lips met — slow and deliberate, like we were savoring something we weren’t sure we’d be allowed to taste again. There was nothing rushed about it. It was all breath and longing and the echo of weeks spent in silence. His mouth moved against mine like a silent apology, and I kissed him back like I wanted to undo every minute of distance with nothing but my lips.

The way he touched me wasn’t hungry at first —it was careful. Like I was glass. Like he was afraid I’d shatter and disappear. His hands rested at my waist before sliding up, tentative, brushing under the hem of my hoodie. The heat of his palms made my skin jump, and I gasped into his mouth when his thumbs grazed my ribs.

I pulled him closer, fingers threading into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. His soft groan vibrated through me. It was the kind of sound you only make when something feels too good to be real.

And it did feel unreal.

The studio was quiet, lit only by the soft glow from the control board. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. Just me, him, and the months of tension unraveling with every brush of skin.

He broke the kiss first, breathing hard. “You should go home.” he whispered — but his arms tightened around me like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“Not happening.” I murmured, my lips ghosting across his jaw. “You don’t get to shut down and pretend I don’t exist just because you’re scared.”

His eyes fluttered shut, like he was fighting something heavy inside him. “I’ve been so fucking lost lately.”

“Then let me find you.” I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind us. My hands moved automatically, relearning him—his collarbones, the heat of his chest, the slight tremble in his stomach when my fingers dragged down his abs. His breathing hitched.

“You’re shaking.” I said quietly.

“I haven’t touched you in weeks.” he replied, voice wrecked. “I’ve been thinking about this every damn night.”

My hoodie was next. He peeled it off slowly, reverently, like each inch of skin he uncovered was sacred. When he kissed my shoulder — just below my collarbone — I felt my knees weaken. Then he looked up, eyes dark, lips parted. “I don’t remember how to take it slow.”

“You don’t have to.”

I pressed my body to his, grinding slowly against the bulge in his jeans. He cursed under his breath, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. When he kissed me again, it was messy and breathless. No more restraint — just weeks of built-up tension crashing into us like a wave.

He backed me toward the padded bench, lips never leaving mine, hands everywhere — waist, hips, the underside of my breasts. He pushed me down gently, then stood between my legs, looking down at me like I was some beautiful secret he didn’t know how to deserve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he whispered, almost angry with himself for not saying it sooner.

He kissed his way down my body—hot, open-mouthed kisses on my chest, my stomach, the insides of my thighs. When he pulled my underwear down with his teeth, I thought I might combust right there.

He looked up at me from between my legs, eyes smoldering. “Let me taste you.”

I barely had time to nod before his tongue slid over me — slow, firm, deliberate. My hips bucked involuntarily, and he moaned into me like the taste alone was enough to undo him.

His tongue worked me open with practiced ease— lapping, teasing, circling my clit just right before sliding two fingers inside me. I gripped the edge of the bench, gasping, back arching as he pushed deeper, curling his fingers until I saw stars.

“Seungmin—fuck—don’t stop—”

“I’m not going anywhere.” he growled against me. “You’re shaking so pretty for me.”

And I was — legs trembling, breath ragged, vision blurring. He kept going, steady and relentless, until my orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, fingers tangled in his hair, thighs clamping around him as I came with a force that made the world tilt sideways.

He didn’t stop until I was panting, sensitive, trying to push him away with shaky hands.

Then he stood, wiping his mouth, looking thoroughly wrecked — and incredibly proud.

“My turn.” I said, breathless.

I pulled him down by the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button with slow, teasing fingers. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, and when I wrapped my hand around him, he hissed through his teeth.

“You’re killing me.”

“You like it.”

“Too much.”

I stroked him slowly, dragging my thumb over the head, watching his jaw clench and his eyes flutter shut. When he looked down at me, his control was visibly cracking. “Turn around.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Bench.” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Hands on the bench. I need you.”

The words made heat pool in my stomach. I did as he said—bent over the bench, back arched, looking over my shoulder at him.

He lined himself up behind me, running the head of his cock through my folds. “You’re dripping,” he muttered. “Fuck. You feel ready?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He slid in slowly — inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. We both groaned. My hands clenched the edge of the bench as he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, making the whole booth shake.

“I missed you.” he rasped against my ear.

“Shut up and keep fucking me.”

He obeyed, thrusts hard and deep, filling me completely. The sound of skin on skin, his breath in my ear, the ragged moans he tried to hold back—it was too much. And not enough.

I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, panting his name between gasps. One of his hands slid under me, fingers finding my clit again. I jolted. “Oh my god — Seungmin — ”

“Come again for me, baby,” he growled. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

And I did. Harder than before. My vision went white, body clenching around him, drawing him deeper. He cursed loudly, fucking me through it, and moments later, he stilled — burying himself deep as he came with a broken gasp, his chest pressed to my back.

We stayed like that for a long time, breathing in sync, sweat cooling on our skin. He kissed my shoulder again, softer this time. More tender than desperate.

“You okay?” he whispered.

I nodded, twisting just enough to see him. “That was... good.”

He pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his chest like he couldn’t stand the thought of space between us. We stayed like that, still tangled, breathing each other in.

Eventually, I smiled. “I guess I really did have to come get you.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah. Please keep doing that.”

I kissed him again, softer this time, and in the quiet hum of the booth, it felt like the rest of the world could wait.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Ngl, smth abt Universal Love!reader keeps me hooked... and some small hcs to keep me thinking.

This hc is solely for the universe that serves reader so, like:

•I could hc the universe being much more discreet with its favoritism. Like, as in no one would suspect a magicless student of all people being chosen to do whatever they please, even if they're lazy and depressed.

Like, imagine how it goes in TWST:

Okay, somewhere in book1, right? OR before book1. Ace gets to be the first to "find" out that the weak janitor has some power of sort. Like, imagine your making fun of a so-called "magicless" janitor, then suddenly you felt a very forceful push that made you fall, face-first. Imagine, to your shock, the janitor was just snickering/smiling/smirking/whatever in your miserably figure on the ground. It's like something is helping them, right?

•Okay, so Deuce "finds out" second. Why am I saying "finds out" with "? Bc, it isn't confirmed yet, and knowing that reader takes place in OUR world, and had heard about the game (or plays the game, or on the Fandom of said game) your kinda just quiet abt it. Cuz, listen, there's many students in here that would particularly like to... examine the power you hold.

•But at the same time, I wanna think what the universe would do during the ceremony. Maybe even subtly threaten to soften the dark mirror's words and put it in the most respectful way for your situation? Since I've mentioned about it in another post abt the OTHER multiverses would gladly help you with open arms (and favoritism) it could easily be hidden as "luck" from the blue fire, and you saving Kalim in the process. ("So like, where did you get the water from?" No worries. 🎀)

•But reminders of how the Universe is kinda like my OC, just involving itself to reader is the difference of my original OC (<-meant to be shipped, but I changed that 4 this post😋)

•Ngl, since you've been taken care of by the universe itself, you are probably sparkling. And for sure whenever you collapse in P.E there will always be this strange rainbow sugary cloud lying just for you to plop on (Eternal Sugar Cookie!?!?) Yes, you can eat it, the universe doesn't mind. ("ETERNAL SUGAR COOKIE IS THAT YOU???")

^One of your classmates btw.

•Okay so back to book1, your aware that anytime Riddle will overblot so you're thinking, "maybe I could use the [insert Universe's power bc I haven't named it yet]" well, you're not wrong, but thing is, you might risk revealing your identity (And I don't want SOME of the boy's take advantage even if I have the upper hand ☹️) so let's say this, he survived by luck.

•Okay, so now it's up to you whether it's platonic feelings towards you or not, bc it's entirely made up by your imagination (for me it's obv romantic and a bit of realism cuz look, I'm hopeless when it comes to romance)

•Now, as for book2... Leona would hate you on the spot. A herbivore seemingly to get everything they please? While he, had to work his ass off all for it to be shrugged in the end? [<-let's not ask how he exactly found out abt that, but maybeee witnessing you do smth that activates the command for the Universe???] He's as said [<-in one of the comments in my last post abt this] conflicted? In a way where, he could take advantage of your power, but you have more advantage of this situation bc you have the literal Universe to help you. On the other hand, he's envious it may or may not drive him to actually stir up the trouble he caused back in the magicshift incident a bit more quicker? Or, maybe just in the casual way. But, then again, you were probably hiding it for the sake of the plot going normally. (Listen, it's hard for me to drive the plot to a different route rather than the original route of the story plot).

•Personally, would spoil Ruggie because I can. I just love helping people and idk why, maybe out of habit. (But I've never had an 'act of kindness' as a habit)

•Not sure of Jack finding out, but maybe he has a gut feeling there is more to you than just being magicless. Maybe out of respect he feels that way or smth more.

•Anyway, Octavinelle.

•Yes, yes, that dorm... I love them (I love everyone that is) but, they gotta go. Personally thinking, Floyd reminds me of SOMEONE back in my class, like bro CHILL? Mf went through seasons in one episode within MINUTES. Then again, that student had problems, so respects for that srry. So, starting off the bat I don't think anyone would like him off the start (exception for a few writers cuz ik SOME would instantly like him despite the dangers at first sight)

•oooo, now I'm thinking abt JAMIL. Man's had been serving the Al-asim his entire life, only to see Universal Love!reader being served by the UNIVERSE ITSELF. (It's okay Jamil, just marry me and we'll both be happy 😊)

•Do you know that one feeling where you suddenly disconnect after seeing your math quiz paper? Yeah, you are probably feeling that rn due to so much shit happening. Tbh, how would you adapt to the universe suddenly taking interest in you AND getting sent to another world where you don't belong?? Seriously, I'm not going to last there.

•After book1 maybe a little bit of bonding you get to reveal things if you trust them enough, the fact that you don't know basic knowledge of this world still somewhat made you inferior in a way, like?? Where tf even are you? To be fair, if you didn't have this Universal Love [<-which, could be very important to your mental/physical health because the amount of shit your going through is A LOT] let's keep it real: you miss your friends and the place you call home.

•book2 your getting exhausted, the first one was a bitch now your dealing with another bitch that could be related with you on an emotional level [do you know the amount of people I've met that has the laziness but with potential and gave off Leona vibes?]

•book3 atp you want to take a break bc this is where the REAL feeling of seeing your math test and zoning out, like bro I forgot my last name one time so I just thought abt writing my first name and skipping to the easier parts of the math exam (none of them were easy). In comes octussy and two glowsticks with sharp scissor teeth and they enslave your friends like it is the 1619's and bro they even traumatized Grim (and yet he couldn't learn shit about responsibility) in comes another overblot, and at this point you just wanna skip, you don't know what to feel about Azul's backstory but it could end up in three ways;

1. You feel bad and somewhat see yourself in him (<-if you've experienced something similar)

2. You have nothing to feel, but not in a bad apathetic way, more like in a "How should I feel about this" way

3. You feel bad but didn't experience the things he went through, you've felt it, though.

And no, everything goes back to normal, his schemes are back on the loose (atp I have this sudden urge to flash him 100 memories of how terrible Earth's society is, Oh, and if I wanna talk abt that, this will go to bestie!Yuu)

•next is book4 l, goodness it's exhausting, not even the Universe can help that. Time doesn't stop and fate really loves to mess with you as a past time, seriously though. You were talking to a student named Jamil, all of a sudden you were dragged to the dorm, get hypnotized, trapped in there which is basically kidnapping, escaped with carpet, carpet ended up going to the sea dorm instead, get caught by octussy and the giant glow in the dark slimes, dragged them over to the hot scorching dorm, get into conflict since there is a big ass tension you can clearly see even if it's just air, Jade does his thing, the other skittles are doing there business by distracting Jamil, Jamil gets caught by Jade, Jamil overblots, Jamil throws you all to the end of the map, come back, distract- wait, no, you could just use Miss Universe to handle that, whoops. Dress yourself up in whatever traditional outfit the universe could fit you in, distract, and attack. Then everything goes to normal, you collapse from emotional exhaustion. The universe drags you back to Ramshackle, what were you living for again?

•So cue to befriending these guys (not quite but enough for the tension to ease a little), your just... you know what, you chased down the headmage just to tell him if he found your way home yet, fucker couldn't find an excuse in time and decided to ditch you and come back in book5 to tell you that you are manager for today. Atp this man reminds me of my father, neglectful but comes to me when he has to. Please save me 💕

•Anyway, you become manager, they get dropped off to your supposed Ramshackle even though it looks like a remake of an old dollhouse, Vil comments about it, Rook is fascinated bc he remembered it was WAY different than what this place had become, Epel is grumbling because of practice for the VDC, Ace and Deuce join along, especially Kalim and Jamil, your tired and just went to bed, Vil stops you because you're a manager even though you don't know what to fucking do, Rook comments on how healthy your skin looks despite being in a dampened and abandoned area, Epel wants to leave, Ace is teasing Deuce because Deuce was admiring the fucking wallpaper, Deuce gave Ace the fades, Kalim is looking around for literally anything, Jamil is cautious because maybe there are bugs (there aren't any), anddddd here we go. ROUND 5!

•In comes Neige and his seven dwarves, they greet you (but Neige looks awestruck) and with a quick small talk you left cause' holy knights you do not want to deal with anymore headaches, Floyd chases you down in the halls, you evaded, Jade was following along, you escaped (thank you Universe), Azul is dragging poor souls down again, others are doing whatever to prepare and shit (but they all lose in the end).

•Now comes another overblot which you've expected, Rook is strange but it's okay he's Rook, Epel is freaking out cus what the fuck, Ace and Deuce got war flashbacks of previous blots, Jamil had quick thinking and saved most of you all, Kalim knew the poisonous gas and liquid or whatever, you were drained, and you wanted everything to end already. Ace took notice and was completely concerned before covering it up and focusing on the main situation.

•When everything was done, Tsunotarou came, you called out for him just like in the game, everyone is shocked but who gaf, you were tired but as prior Ace already took noticed and ended this shit before you could crash out and use the Universe to destroy the fucking world your unwilling to live in, when everything else was done, Neige was interested in you, Rook is going to spy on you mostly from now on, Epel thinks your coo and he hopes you think of him as cool as well, the ADeuce duo brought you back home so you could rest for the whole day, Deuce spills the tea to the others back in his dorm, now they feel bad and decided to help you feel a little more at home cuz fuck you don't wanna do shit rn.

•Then. There's. Book. Six. Oh. My. Days.

My life is draining helppp.

[Not sure if I should add book 7 so :p]

[blood-starved-beast]

Ok even if ex-post, that doesn't change my argument that we're not up to the current time in the lore, however. That is, the Ruination. And even if they change the year of the First Spirit Blossom event, that doesn't necessarily mean there cannot be a later Spirit Blossom event coinciding with Yasuo's, Riven's, Ahri's, Ruined King's lore. It's such a small detail overall. Like in the grand scope of things it's peanuts compared to say Camille as you say.

Yeah Camille is likely getting rewritten so that her lore happens later in the timeline. Which circles back to my original point that the "current" part of the lore focus isn't in the furthest part of the time. Meaning stuff like Ruination, Camille, Second Invasion, etc. have yet to occur within the current lens focus on the lore. Again, this is not necessarily a bad thing except for trying to make sense of stuff like "Awaken" with Jhin. We already see a woman like Camille in s2 so her character at least, exists within the universe.

I admit I was hasty with saying Singed had no lore retcons. I was under the understanding that the theory of Orianna being his daughter predated Arcane, and for that to occur there must've been something present to hint at that. "Even Swain knew of him" - Swain was the leader of the First Invasion up to Irelia's de-arming him though. He would have a better know-all of the connections amongst the army, double when he's known for being an informat/foreshadowing his connection to Raum. That being said, again this is a small detail. Ambessa might not have known the supplier, and given her appearance at P/Z as opposed to in Ionia, might not have been involved in the campaign with Ionia beyond her tipping Darkwill over a decade ago. Given her entanglement with the Black Rose and how she was involved with Ixtal, it simply might not even be something she's personally involved with. Singed's previous dealings aren't hers. Again null hypothesis goes her. Just because it didn't happen on screen didn't mean it didn't happen before. Same as it would be saying that it did happen when we don't know if it did. For all we know, it could be revealed that Silco made the deal with Emystan instead. (I do think the shimmer was being Shipped to Ionia for the war because what else would it be used for? Other than shimmer addicts in Bilgewater maybe).

Yes they can retcon Irelia's backstory cause of "no children killing" rule. But also, they could've done the same with Powder/Jinx (as in, not have her kill her family via explosion, or even have Claggor or Mylo's deaths be on screen). Ekko still led the firelights as a teenager even if that was not the focus in Arcane. Viktor was easier to change completely in part cause his lore was so inconsistent in how he was portrayed and comparatively less of a popular champion/key element of P/Z than say Ekko. It would not be as easy to change Irelia, whose lore is key to Ionia.

They are likely are going to change things no doubt about that which I do agree, (I suspect they might go the route of making her and Caitlyn related in some capacity for ex. if only in their attempt to make a cinematic universe out of the lore). But in the end I do think her character is gonna stay the same. Someone who was too young forced into a roll she did not want. It might not get like an elongated season length focus - I'd guess we'd get an act where she's a kid after her family is killed where trying in her own way to fight back with her newly discovered weapons before she gets captured at the Placidium, she escapes and cuts Swain's arm off and leads the grand stand. Jump cut to 5 years later and the tail end of the war where she looks older in that ambiguous stage between teen and adult which can fudge the censors (which were going to censor her either way cause her fighting style can be extremely graphic) and show the end of the war and such. Heck, they can even have a teenage her fight Riven as SOL implied inbetween and that wouldn't lead to death either way. There are ways to imply war with storytelling without explicitly having a child kill another person on screen. One can likely suspect teenage Jinx killed ppl before she did that teenager in s1ep4, but they never showed it. Vi also killed people in Stillwater per the Council files, and she was a teen. As I said, I do think there are gonna be some changes, but I do not think it's gonna be as drastic as one thinks.

With Leblanc, I assumed she wasn't gonna lead a full scale invasion either way. Something more covert. But again I could be wrong. And either way prepping for that takes years. And no doubt a show with Noxus is gonna have Leblanc plant those thoughts in Swain over time to "convince" him it's a good idea. I could be wrong, but I doubt it would be as fast as "new year!! New invasion." Again, we're arguing about the null here.

As for new Rell - she's going to get experimented on. She's going to develop those traumas likely. Again, the timeline shifted. Leblanc and the Black Rose are still getting away with that experimentation and Noxus is abetting that. Ambessa did fail Rell, never came back to save her even with her promises before and we know that didn't happen because in s2 Ambessa is around with no Rell in sight. That's a perfectly reasonable way to have Rell generate animosity towards Noxus in general cause even after trying her best within the system (as in, working with Ambessa) she's still being failed. The depth of the lore is changed (more details have been added) but the story still is there. Ambessa still turned her soldiers into shimmer beasts in s2 years later, so such atrocities are still being allowed/encouraged in Noxus of today. We will see how they handle Swain's new Noxus (again, the Null hypothesis is at play here), but I think it's too soom to doomsail yet.

I think you're being too narrow minded about this. In assuming that cause they change some things they're tossing everything out. This Spirit Blossom being the first one in Ionia since the Invasion occurred isn't as important to say Yasuo or Riven for their lore to occur as what happened during the specific spirit blossom event. It's literally too early to say atm anyways. Regardless, the original post was saying that the timeline within Arcane is aligned with the first Invasion and made some correlations based on what we do have for lore purposes. Which are still in play until outright contradicted, which with Irelia hasn't happened yet. I'll end the discussion here as I won't argue it anymore not when we're gonna be going around in circles like this.

We have Confirmation of the timeline re: the Invasion of Ionia as how it pertains to Arcane

So context for my Arcane followers the Invasion of Ionia lasts about a decade. But the Invasion really gets to a Head in the last five years. The tides turn three years prior to the end - when Irelia, 14 years old, leads the Great Stand of the Placidium and unites the Ionian Resistance which in turn makes a concerted effort to ward off Noxus. This happens two years after, at the start of the 5 years I mentioned, she loses her family as Noxus begins really to destroy. Anyways why am I mentioning this?

The implication by this comic is that Xin Zhao arrives at Ionia with the flower he has because it appears as though the Arcane has woken up everywhere. Which likely coincides with what Leblanc tells Mel in s2 that the "Arcane is waking up." So!! We can start aligning what Kennen says her with what happened in the Invasion.

Presumably, if the Spirit Blossoms returned in s2 act 3 or so, or even the end of s2 (since it's all happening in short time anyways), then the Invasion of Ionia happened throughout the latter years of the s1 timeskip and all of post timeskip Arcane s1, and s2 act 1 and maybe some of act 2. Which would make Irelia's age currently about 17-18 at the time in which "Pilgramage" is happening. And she's a teen throughout Arcane. This technically isn't a retcon at all, as she was always around Jinx's age anyways. In other words - Riot really hasn't retconned anything with regards to the timeline (Rell aside).

[seredelgi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Spike/Buffy Summers, Spike & Buffy Summers Characters: Buffy Summers, Spike (BtVS), Rupert Giles, Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, Dawn Summers Additional Tags: Blood, Blood Drinking, Vampire Bites, Vampires, Buffy turns into a vampire, Buffy's sired to Spike, Tvd elements, Vampire Turning, Angst Summary:

" Why doesn’t she just hate him? She always did. She doesn’t recall warm feelings of any kind spreading anywhere in her body when he looked at her before.

And yet, there she is, struggling to form words, trembling when cold can’t scratch her, thrilling when any other emotion seems long dead.

She simply stares into his eyes, fond of the dark shade they unravel into the shadow. And she asks herself…

What is this?"

 OR/ A re-telling of the episodes of Buffy's death and resurrection, in which she gets turned into a vampire by Spike's blood, and she has to adjust to her new unlife, along with arising new feelings for her sire.

[king-spite]

genuinely believe that the only correct way to approach the whole marecal vs mareven deal is to adore all three of them with your whole heart. and see them as a trio rather than a love triangle. like sorry but if you don't lowkey fw all of them and like each of them as a character on their own AND accept the many layers of the relationship they have with one another you're not getting things right :/

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Alright know what here's a little Guild Wars 2 reblog game for everybody; what mounts (if any) do your characters have in their canon, do they have names? Personalities? How'd they meet??

Spill it all below, tell me about all your creatures!!

[smile-files]

i continue to find ii3 baffling. why did they make it (this isn't to hate on the season, i'm genuinely curious)

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

Okay, to start off this is a vent post involving transphobia, mainly my own internalised transphobia, so if you'd like to avoid reading that I'd suggest skipping off now. Anyway. for anyone still here I apologise for the incoherence I just need to get this all out of my head a bit. The main thing is my dad. He's not... actively transphobic, I guess, but he is the main source of my current anxieties on this subject. Which are: I think I should detransition. I don't want to, but maybe I should. I can't tell if I want or not anymore because, maybe that will solve all this. It doesn't have to be an issue. If I was a cis guy, it wouldn't have to be an issue (or maybe it would, because I do like crossdressing and maybe I'm not entirely a guy anywa so I might still be trans anyway but anyway that doesn't matter because it's impossible), but we can't have that, so maybe it doesn't have to be anyway. If I detransition, and everything's fine, then we don't have to do anything and it all works out. And if I do feel utterly terrible then I can just go back as normal and everything will be fine. It's the logical approach to take, and it will solve all of this one way or another. Anyway. That's what it's all boiled down to, there are so many other things that play into this and I really ought to focus on untangling them all, probably. A lot of it comes from my dad, but a good bit of it's just me as well, like for some reason I have a much harder time accepting myself (and by extension other trans guys/afab trans people) and that's probably internalised mysogyny taking, the "of course everyone wants to be a man, and that's why you don't see this many trans women around now do you?" bit, and I don't really know what my own thoughts on everything are because I have both voices going in my head and all that comes out is just a mess of pain and stress and anxiety and anyway. I think I should detransition, because it seems like the easiest way to make at least a little bit of this go away, whichever way it goes.

[hershelwidget]

every once in a while I remember that Die (and by extension Dime) is technically a TNBC OC and every single time I lose it

like. LOOK at him

When you take into account the fact he IS a pumpkin-man it does make sense but everything else about him?? his ass does NOT fit in with Halloween Town!! he's almost never in dark raggedy clothes or even particularly scary. yeah he's enthusiastic about Halloween and loves the atmosphere but he and his brother Dime look more like they're meant to exist in Christmas Town. and now I think about it that would be an EXCELLENT plot point if I ever wrote stories for the Rebirths and Dime + Die's story could be about them struggling with that thought that even though Jack literally adopted them and did his absolute best to integrate them into the society, they don't quite feel like they're meant to be there.

... ThIS tOok A TuRn-

but I am absolutely gonna make stories for the Rebirths now,, the ask blog will be perfect for that,,, uheuehue

[werewolfdog]

I find another reason of why M's familial attitude and treatment towards me are impacting me so deeply much is the fact— taking this in now— that while I had a dismissive and emotionally distant father who pulled the abandonment card when I was thirteen, my mother is never as truly caring and understanding as he is.

[doubleedgemode]

@followers/whoever reads this: Please feel free to metaphorically wallop me if I say an absurd badly-reasoned take about the series, and also correct me. Thank you

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[jellyloveru]

man. time sure does fly huh.

[melodiesz]

sukunas need to be around you‪‪

⊹₊⟡⋆ In which you confront him about his little habit again, and he finally admits to it.

Getting the Sukuna Ryomen to admit that he had a tendency he couldn’t control was a strong feat, but your victory was short-lived. cause just as easily as Sukuna shed an old habit, he formed a brand new one.

This new habit? He had to be in the same room as you at all times. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter when, you’ll always turn to see Sukuna lurking somewhere nearby.

And yet as soon as you spot him he’d look away, clearly still butt-hurt you’d teased his little (huge) staring problem. Acting as if it was your fault he had to stop, and not because of his massive ego.

whether you minded him following you around like a stray dog or not didn’t matter since he had no intention of stopping. In his logic, you couldn’t point it out if you had no proof it was happening!

There were times where he did make his presence purposefully obvious, but only when he could play it off as having nothing to do with you—always denying your claims.

“tch, following you? Don’t kid yourself, I’m simply admiring my gardens.” he claimed, but flushed and stormed off when you questioned why he had to walk right beside you to do so.

Painting? Screw that flower pot, he’s a much better muse.

You’re trying to shower in peace? Make room, suddenly he’s filthy.

Catching up with friends? He’s lurking in the background, pretending to be busy as if his holes-in-newspaper type setup could really fool you.

It’s a kind of clingy you don't understand, especially since he continues the act of being annoyed with you as if he isn’t making you play a daily game of Where’s-Waldo.

And it wasn't an overbearing presence, just a confusing one. since every time you'd spot him (which was nearly every time, he had the stealth of a bull equipped with a foghorn.), he would flee like you were the strange one.

Now Sukuna trying to hide his massive form was like a bear attempting to hide behind a lamp post. He was obvious, and you knew the humiliation of it was killing him, so you granted him the gift of pretending not to notice.

Just like with the staring, you quickly got used to this little quirk of his and embraced it. It confused you that he tried to hide, since he knew just how much you enjoyed being around him, but you shrugged it off as Sukuna just being Sukuna.

Little did you know, he was secretly worried you'd point it out like you had his incessant staring, and out of pure overbearing embarrassment and pride he'd be forced to stop his favourite pastime ‹/𝟹.

a/n: yes I did make the header and I’m think I’m so funny 😋 pls leave a comment if you enjoyed or want more Sukuna !! Thank you ❤︎

pt.1 : his staring problem <3 pt.3 :can’t beat them? Join em’!

[oikarma]

sports car

pairing: lando norris x piastri!reader

summary: the one where lando gets outed for having a crush on his teammate's little sister.

a/n: bro it's been stuck in my head for a solid week now

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yourinstagram my vogue beauty secrets tutorial is out 🪽 all products used are linked below! thank you so much for this opportunity, was insane to me when i was informed of it and still very much is!

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user1 not fair. why is everyone on insta a freaking model

user2 where's the gold necklace from? thanks queen love you <3

yourinstagram it's from brandname brandname 😉 y/n piastri repping our gear? this calls for a c...o...l...l...a........

user3 drop the skincare routine too

user4 y/n are you ever going to a grand prix?

user5 she was at oscar's f1 debut user4 yeah but never again user4 she shouldn't be too busy as a part-time influencer like

vogue we're so glad you agreed 🤍

yourinstagram kisses!

user6 my gf (real)

user7 wait. wait. why is a vogue beauty secrets video title the way i find out y/n is a formula 1 driver's sister?

user8 well tbf she doesn't usually use her full name, probably not to seem like she's mooching off his success yk user9 no girl you're good i realized that a month ago when someone posted an edit of her and tagged it with her full name

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yourinstagram best brother 🧡 yay points

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user1 she took the comments about her not showing up to his races personally

user2 wait. y/n is his sister?? user3 oscar you thought you ate

user4 forget f1 drivers i want THIS GIRL

user5 hope you had fun !! thank you for taking a photo with me and my friends liked by yourinstagram

yourinstagram i did and i hope you did too 🫶 no worries, you both were v polite and absolutely stunning user6 she's so sweet aww

oscarpiastri I think this is your first post without any selfies. Congrats.

yourinstagram are we not partially the same people yourinstagram i thought you were smart? oscarpiastri I don't think that's how it works.

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lando on the move

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user1 i was not familiar with your game

user2 lando whoreizz more like? dang.

user3 I AM GOING FERAL NO ONE CAN HOLD ME BACK

user4 wait guys y/n piastri liked this 😭

user5 i pray the next time i accidentally make an idiot of myself on live stream my crush will notice me too user6 lmaooo help

user7 who are you posing for? y/n?

oscarpiastri Attention whore yourinstagram the girls are fighting!! user8 this cannot be real. polite piastri just called his teammate an attention whore user9 y/n u are so real for that

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fentybeauty Y/N Piastri is the new face of Fenty Beauty. @/yourinstagram

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user1 i just want to be a nepo baby.

user2 well y/n isn't really a nepo baby user3 nepo sister? user4 most of her image is built around her as js herself i think it's only recently (after her appearance at a gp) that people realized she was oscar piastri's sister cause they don't look alike and she usually only goes by y/n

user5 STUNNERRR

user6 am allowing myself to be influenced

user7 be so fr right now what is lando doing in the likes

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lando austin, tx

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user1 oscar? in a cowboy hat? oh i folded my ovaries exploded i swore i was wearing clothes

lando i think you've got a fan, mate @/oscarpiastri oscarpiastri That's very kind of you

user2 the only time america serves

user3 is when a fucking brit comes over user4 live laugh love lando

user5 good luck at COTAS!! papaya army will be cheering for you *liked by lando

user6 soooo lando have you shot your shot yet?

user7 pardon? user6 i mean has he officially tried to hit on y/n yet user7 no way. she's too nonchalant to date him. piastri siblings do be the coolest crushes fr

mclaren see you, sheriff

lando this town ain't big enough for us two

user8 love to see oscar hanging out w landos friend group

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yourinstagram you taste like the 4th of july

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user1 Y/NNN ARE YOU GOING TO COTAS??

user2 she must be i don't think she's ever been to the us before user3 queen y/n in mclaren paddock i'm calling it

user4 hold up am i reaching but lando posted burger joint milkshakes and she posted a burger joint and

user5 i really hate to break your bubble but there's literally no evidence to suggest they were at the SAME burger joints user6 its america its all fast food.

user7 so stunningg

oscarpiastri So you ignore your debts and post instagrams

yourinstagram what debt 😭 i paid for your concert tickets no?? oscarpiastri I paid for my concert tickets yourinstagram well we paid for each other's concert tickets yourinstagram you're jokign right do you hate me that much oscarpiastri I just wanted you to respond to me yourinstagram okay 😔 sorry brotha

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yourinstagram came to support the fam

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mclaren we are so glad you did 🧡

yourinstagram the teddy is so cute i'll sleep with it every night! tysm for the wonderful welcome user1 aww

oscarpiastri I'm emotional now. Get me a tissue, please. I can't believe my sister cares about me.

yourinstagram the combination of perfect punctuation and capitalization really hit the mark. user2 he's so silly user3 oscar bfr you're glad she's finally started coming to ur races often

lando am i the fam

yourinstagram gosh i hope we're not related that would make it weird user4 well you guys are pretty close to alabama liked by yourinstagram user4 HELP??

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lando soon.

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user1 ? soon ? as in ? coming soon ?

user2 bro if he looked at me like that

user3 oscar can you explain your boyfriend's cryptic captions

yourinstagram soon.

user4 HELLO? user5 did she just acknowledge his existence user6 tf you mean soon girl lando soon. yourinstagram soon. lando soon. user7 they need help oscarpiastri You see what I have to put up with every day of my life?

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yourinstagram i think you know what this is

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user1 y/n and tate?

user2 the crossover we never knew we needed

user3 WAITTT YK HOW TATE HAS HER NEW MV AND SHE'S TEASING A MCLAREN DRIVER WHAT IF OSCAR OR LANDO'S DATING HER??

user4 i like the way your mind works user5 that's so awkward for her lol if it's oscar "cool you're shagging my brother" user6 or maybe it's lando probably? because he posted soon on his instagram user7 but doesn't lando have a crush on y/n? or is it not confirmed user8 girl idk

user9 baddieeees

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yourinstagram SPORTS CAR.

everybody say THANK YOU TATIANA ♡ seriously, what did i deserve to get to know her? she has put out a killer album, danced her ass off in stilettos, and did so during a non-stop tour. now she's starting another one. respect, a whole cartload of it.

but a little recap: obviously, tate wanted a driver in her music video about a SPORTS CAR. lando's team was up for it. tate (being respectful, she literally had no reason to do this whatsoever except for that fact that she's an amazing person and so very considerate) asked me to film it with lando instead. for "chemistry' and blah but again, THANK YOU TATIANA we say in unison.

hope you enjoy the music video and the song!

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tatemcrae there was no need to write a whole paragraph but i appreciate your recognition ♥️ considering an acting career anytime? love you loads

yourinstagram while the answer is yes, unfortunately i don't think anyone else will be considering it for me 🤪 tatemcrae also you fine asf yourinstagram u too bae rahhh user1 i love them sm

user2 that's so nice of her

user3 like i'm sure y/n would've been fine with her but giving up an MV for an actor's gf is crazy user4 i mean...it paid off. the chemistry is INSANE user5 need a man to hold me how lando holds y/n

user6 oscar jack piastri, how are you holding up?

oscarpiastri Have been avoiding the video. Have not been entirely successful. user7 LMAO poor boy lando sorry mate oscarpiastri You're not sorry in the slightest yourinstagram just close your eyes

lando thank you tatiana for orchestrating a music video for me and my girlfriend you're the goat

tatemcrae i think you're just glad you got to hard launch her this way, but you're welcome user8 y/n never called him her boyfriend BUT GUYS THiS iS CONFIRMATION THEY ARE DATING lando yes i'm her boyfriend she's my girlfriend. in case the making out and monkey business did not make that clear! user9 "monkey business" i cant anymore with him ✋

lando @/yourinstagram mommy? sorry-mommy? sorry-

yourinstagram shameless, i tell you. shameless. do it again.

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a/n: WE CAN UH-UH IN IT

[cherrygirlfriend]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ pilates princess

pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: rafe catches reader working out tags / warnings: fluff, smut (no actual sex but graphic descriptions of fantasies) wc: 900 a/n; this is for the pilates princesses (also originally this fic wasn't in the sunshineverse but it is now... mwahahahaha) originally posted 10/12/2024

rafe was knocking on your door impatiently, wanting to see you more than anything after the day he had, finding out that the development he had been busting his ass for for months had been delayed, but you weren't answering the door or even his texts telling you to open the door; that didn't stop him, the man knowing where your parents kept the spare key, getting it out of a pot of asterias, opening the door. you'd told him he could only use it 'only in case of emergencies', but to him, this constituted as an emergency.

rafe didn't bother to put the key back as he walked further into the house, hearing the noise of the television coming from your living room. he made his way to the living room, his eyes widening slightly when he saw exactly what had you so busy.

you were splayed on the floor, a pink workout mat underneath you, watching some workout video on your tv while your headphones were on, wearing a pair of pink fitness shorts that made your ass look so good he was almost drooling, along with a white sports bra, turned away from him, one of your hands splayed on the ground while the other one was bent on your head, one of your knees on the mat while your other was reaching up.

"jesus christ." he mumbled as he stared at you, the curve of your ass in those pink shorts causing his dick to stir in his shorts.

only a few seconds later, you moved to sit down on the mat, only to be startled by your boyfriend shamelessly ogling you, letting out a small gasp as you basically fell on your ass on the mat, your eyes widening.

you took off your headphones, throwing them onto the couch behind you, and even though your face was already warm and flushed, it seemed to get worse when you noticed him staring at you. "rafe!" you exclaimed as you stood up, his eyes now locked onto your hardened nipples under the sports bra, your tits almost pressed together, a sheen of sweat running down your cleavage.

"jesus fucking christ." he said, licking his lips slightly as you took your pink zip-up jacket and put it on, yet the way it clung to your body and the small sliver of your sports bra did almost nothing to hide how delicious you looked. "no, no, baby, don't stop on my accord." rafe grinned, his hands on your waist, aware that he was sporting a pretty obvious hard-on as he pulled you closer.

"i don't want you to see me all gross and sweaty." you pouted, and the way you sucked your lip in made nothing to calm down the obvious tent in his shorts.

"you look so fucking sexy right now." he said, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel his hard-on press against your abdomen, the blonde letting out a small groan from only that contact. "literally, i've never... jesus."

"i'm not sexy right now." you roll your eyes, pushing away a stray hair that had stuck to your cheek, trying to look down in embarrassment.

"you're kidding, right?" rafe snorted, his hand going lower and lower, almost going to the curve to your ass. "i think you can feel how sexy you look, huh?" he took hold of your chin with his fingers, and lifted it up, making you look up at him. "if you didn't want to wait longer, do you know the things i'd do to you?"

"w-what?" you asked in a way that was almost a whisper, biting your lower lip as you looked at him through your lashes.

"fuck, i'd just rip that cute little set off and take you right here on the couch. i'd make you ride me, give you a workout that's much better than this crap you're doing, your tits bouncing in my face, my hands gripping those pretty thighs... shit, i might cum just thinking about it."

you softly smacked him in the chest, feeling a warmth in your abdomen only he managed to cause, sure that you'd never blushed so hard in your life. "raafee..."

he brings your face up to his, bringing your lips to his as he bent down slightly, the kiss much more heated than any other kiss that you'd shared, his hand now on the curve of your ass, squeezing it in a way that made you gasp against his lips, his other hand now in your hair.

after a moment, you pulled away breathlessly, his erection had somehow gotten even worse than before, your lips swollen and a doe-eyed look in your eyes. "we should... uh, we should stop, since, you know..."

"yeah, i know baby." he rolled his eyes exasperatedly, before chuckling softly. "god, i'm not gonna forget this little outfit in a while. lemme take a pic of it?"

"noo, i look gross!"

"don't talk about my girl like that." he tsked, taking hold of your jaw. "come on, i need something to get myself off to later."

"alright, fine." you scoffed and rolled your eyes, before letting out a small chuckle as you started unzipping your jacket.