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theminecraftbee · 7 months

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today i am thinking about the entire mayor of hypixel skyblock incident with technoblade because i still like to imagine, since it happened during one of the big dsmp story gaps, that he was like "oh i'm going to head off for a bit phil don't worry about it" and phil's like "bye mate" and ranboo is like "i wonder what he's doing. probably intense training or something. he's so cool."

meanwhile techno is yelling at an entirely unruly crowd about anarchy and being made mayor while beating up like, it was a weird giant slime if i remember right? and he has a whole "bond of rivals" moment with squidkid, like, they have this whole "there's no one i could trust to have my back more... than you... my most favored enemy" thing going on in that video it's SO funny.

all of this with the world's most absurd numbers outputs because hypixel skyblock is an endgame mmo. just COMICAL levels of firepower. like, everyone is an end-of-series shonen character. this place is like the naruto world was after it had jumped the shark a bit and there was a moon goddess attacking. about like that.

and then he's like. my work here is done. thanks for electing me mayor. i don't see this is contradictory to my anarchy at all btw it's like, a symbolic thing, on account of me beating up the old dictator mayor. and just dips again, presumably to be forever seen as a weird potato-themed legend around those parts.

i like to imagine he gets home and phil is like "hi mate" and techno's like "sorry i had things to handle at home" and ranboo is imagining like, WILD battles and what technoblade's home must even be like. and whatever he's imagining doesn't really compare to "technoblade's home is an end-game mmo no wonder he constantly assumes he's weak here he can only do earlygame levels of damage, forever".

and technoblade, being technoblade, says nothing about being mayor of hypixel now, until like, after the finale or something when squidkid just sort of swings by to ask how they're all doing after that nuke thing, huh. and everyone loses their shit.

and this is one of my favorite stupid technoblade headcanons thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#dream smp #technoblade #i was ABOUT to apologize for the abrupt techno mood and then i went NO ACTUALLY ILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TECHNOBLADE #anyway. i fucking love taking hypixel as technoblade's backstory #no not for angst reasons although i respect everyone who does it for angst reasons #but for the sheer COMEDY FACTOR of 'guy who has been living in an endgame mmo being placed in a normal game'

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lunnar-chan · 7 months

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#undertale #undertale au #dreamtale #dream sans #i love characters in smokings #he's the cutest gentleman fight me if you don't agree #upd UHH I NOTICED A MISTAKE but I hope everyone understood he's apologizing

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paragal · 1 year

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i heard this in their voices

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edorazzi · 12 days

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Page 9 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix goes roof-hopping for the first time as Chat Noir - but he's not alone out there! 👀

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#miraculous ladybug #mentor au #A Matter of Trust #felix sphinx #adrien agreste #josie's art #who could it possibly be :V #not much is happening on this page but it still took FOREVER to finish that cityscape; i'm suing myself for damages >:'0 #apologies for skipping felix's initial reaction to the catsuit but he's still thinking this is probably a dream #some deep desire to be a house cat in thigh boots? sweep it under the rug with the rest of his trauma!#that's for Later Felix to address :|

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wouldntbehim · 5 months

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mix: firstprince (taylor's version)

#rwrbedit #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #my reward for not putting any tswift songs on my other mix is that i decided to do one that is just. nothing but tswift songs.#so. firstprince mix (taylor's version)#i was gonna do 'say don't go' for kensington but.#i actually liked 'haunted' a lot more for it #and nearly did 'haunted' for the scene of alex and nora but they swapped #(dress was entirely self-indulgent btw but. i couldn't resist.)#i have zero apologies for the choice of 'paper rings' btw #not pictured: me tapping my foot and waiting impatiently for rep tv #(listen my life will not be complete until i hear 'don't blame me (taylor's version)')#i'm choosing to blame this on my best friend #bc i went 'since i didn't put any on the other mix tell me i can't make one that's just tswift songs'#and she went 'do it.'#and i said 'okay at least tell me i can't just name it 'firstprince (taylor's version)'' and she said 'okay but you should'#so here we are.#also i think my favorite coloring in this is the one i used for 'wildest dreams' and 'you are in love' and 'say don't go'#yes i did attempt to color them in ways reminiscent of the albums and what about it

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little-pup-pip · 18 days

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hiii can u make an agere gender neutral / masc leaning purple moodboard with a 1-4 range ^^ with like stars, moons, plushies, blankets, pacis, lil gear and jus an overall cozy vibe?? thank uuu

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birdricks · 4 months

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the final phrase of my last sentence / hangs in the air, sounding stupider and stupider

#THE LINK IS MY BIRDRICK PLAYLIST. LISTEN TO IT PLEASEEEEE #rick and morty #birdrick #rick sanchez #rick c137 #oh my GOD i struggled w the colours on this one. im SOOOO bad at colours man 😭😭😭😭😭 bane of my life #idgaf if this isnt how it happened in the actual scene. imagery over truth #if it bothers u ummm imagine its a dream or smth.#had to take dreadful reference pics of myslef for this. worth it #i might change the playlist art at some point to smth more fitting but idgaf i just want to show ppl now #and ive wanted to draw this for a whileee now lol #BUT YEAHHHHH. LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST BOY #artsbotz #oh my god ok im not makinga ny more tiny edits. POST #COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TALK ABT THE PLAYLIST LOL #urmm hopefully its kinda clear which pov each song is. except a few kinda mixed ones #it goesssss all the way from them meeting up until like. s5 ending kinda #apologies again for all the csh. youll have to cope im afraid #its vital listening. listen to twin fantasy btw. btw

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silver-horse · 7 months

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if we are talking about the lost dream lover/daisy scenes from act 1 then we should talk about why those scenes were so good and why the loss of that storyline is so disappointing. because it's not just "oh those scenes looked better or whatever" it was a completely different character and storyline.

even though the companions pushed back way more and the whole narrative was telling you to resist the dream lover, it was somehow far more tempting. you were constantly tempted in dialogues to use your powers and if you did, you slowly started to lose yourself, the narrator said you could feel something slipping away, something you will never get back. You were giving yourself over to the fantasy, a mindflayer illusion

the game asked you during character creation "who do you dream of at night?" obviously meaning "what are you attracted to?" rather than just "you need a guardian. choose one." there is already a different implication there. I wonder how people interpret "guardian" if they don't know about the original dream lover. they might not even create someone they find tempting. a guardian sounds more like a mentor figure, rather than your ideal fantasy partner.

During early access the dream lover not only offered us power, they also showed us a tempting future where we are powerful and important and beloved and we are ruling the world. such universal temptations and desires. and we were resting on a peaceful field with the person of our dreams. it was peace in the dream world vs the real life struggle.

In the end it seemed obvious where this was leading... if you use the tadpole too much, you would have turned into a mindflayer. and whatever is left of your individuality and consciousness would have stayed in that fantasy world with your perfect fantasy partner. the mindflayer illusion forever trapped you. the song "Down by the River" was written about this fantasy dream lover. and what a banger and creative storyline this could have been. what a tragic ending! to just give up, lose yourself in the fantasy, the easy way out. choose this beautiful fantasy over the imperfect real world. and choose your perfect imaginary partner over the flawed real people, your companions. truly I mourn what an incredible storyline this could have been. It would have resonated with basically everyone.

and you would have been constantly tempted. to avoid this fate you would need to struggle constantly while the easy fantasy is dangling in front of your face with a zero difficulty ability check.

turning into a mindflayer wouldn't have been something you have the option to choose. and you can get cured no matter how much you indulged in the tadpole powers. lmao I kinda hate that there is no consequence for any of that now

#the dream lover as a figment of your imagination...a creation of your own new illithid powers...is a more interesting idea to me #also I liked how resisting the temptation was a group effort... if one character used the power... they were all affected #they were in this together #and they all had apology dialogues if you used any of the characters during a cutscene and made them use their illithid powers #bg3 #early access #baldur's gate 3 #dream lover #daisy #the guardian #bg3 mine #my thoughts #down by the river #my post #my posts #also I wonder how this would have affected the emperor's storyline and how the artefact works...#because he would have been a different character...but I am assuming he still would have existed??#maybe he would have showed himself as a mindflayer from the start... idk...#but the storyline around the artefact probably would have been separate from the dream lover's storyline

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cuubism · 9 months

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I complained that Morpheus's season 2 cemetery fit wasn't tits-out, @magnusbae said "tits in outfits are so devastating because you know there's tits to be seen but they're in," I decided that's something Hob would say while drunk and that he should say it to Dream's face. And here we are.

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“Listen,” Hob says, with the slurred, utter conviction of the very intoxicated, “listen. This’s. Important.”

“I am sure,” Dream agrees, sipping his wine. He himself is not drunk, but he’s gaining a surprising amount of amusement from watching Hob.

“You listening?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah,” Hob sighs, looking down into his glass. “You’re a good listener.”

Before Dream can respond to this, Hob shakes himself.

“But listen. S’such a tragedy you know?”

“What is?”

“Tits,” Hob says passionately, and Dream chokes on his wine.

“In,” he manages, once he’s swallowed and not asphyxiated, which felt dangerously possible despite his nonhuman form, “what way?”

“Always covered up,” Hob says mournfully, face crumbling. “Should be more societal—” he stumbles over the words, tongue heavy in his mouth, “socially acceptable to just. Be tits out. You know?”

Dream is not certain he himself has a strong opinion on the matter. He does not spend much time contemplating others’ breast tissue.

“Perhaps one day it will be,” he says, in an attempt to soothe Hob’s devastated expression.

“Can’t come soon enough,” Hob agrees, and raises his glass to Dream’s in a toast to the matter.

Dream obligingly clinks their glasses, and after Hob has drunk, swaps Hob’s glass of beer for a glass of water. Hob doesn’t seem to notice.

“Horrible to know that they’re there and you can’t even see them,” Hob continues.

“Torturous,” Dream agrees. “Unsurvivable.”

“Nah nah nah,” Hob counters, waving a hand. “Tits is a reason to survive.”

“I see,” Dream says, hiding a smile. He suspects Hob will be too hungover to even remember this in the morning. Probably it is for the best.

“Eleanor had great tits,” Hob sighs. “Among other things.”

For a moment Dream worries his cheerful drunkenness will tip over into melancholy, but then Hob adds, seemingly oblivious to how he’s blowing past his usual boundaries, “You know. I always thought—” he hiccups “—that you would have. Fuckin’. Bangin’ tits.”

Dream drops his wine glass.

It shatters against the table, but he pays it no mind as he stares at Hob, who’s looking off into the middle distance, lost in a memory.

“Dunno why,” he says. “You’re always so. Covered up. But I know there’s something there. You’re beautiful, you’re…” he trails off.

Dream does not know what to say to this, to the revelation that Hob is thinking of him in such a way. It strikes him more strongly than even hearing the word tits applied to his person, which is its own hard shock indeed.

Perhaps he is more drunk than he’d thought, for the first response that does come to his mind is would you like to see them?

This is undoubtedly a cue to end the evening.

“I think perhaps you should have some water and sleep now, Hob,” he says. “Your body will not thank you tomorrow.”

“Mmm,” Hob says, not really listening to him. “Yeah…”

Dream takes him by the arm and pulls him up from the table, manages to maneuver a stumbling Hob to the stairs at the back of the inn, to his bedroom, where he lays Hob down on the bed, pulling off his shoes. Hob reaches for him, and for a moment Dream is afraid Hob is going to grab at his chest, but he doesn’t, just lightly touches Dream’s cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, the words all blurred together, and something in Dream’s chest tightens.

“Sleep now, Hob.” He brushes a hand over Hob’s forehead, and Hob falls asleep instantly, relaxing into the pillow.

Dream lays a blanket over him, leaves water and aspirin on the nightstand. Stands, observing Hob, for longer than is proper or necessary. And then takes his leave to the Dreaming, where Hob’s words, drunken ramblings though they were, circle him for hours afterwards.

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The fact of the matter is. Dream wants Hob. And has for some time. He does not know when exactly it struck him, only that he has increasingly become fixated on Hob’s hands, on the breadth of his shoulders, the warmth of his eyes. He has not known how to broach the topic. He has never had a lover who was a friend before.

Nor had he known whether Hob would be receptive to such a thing.

He supposes he has that answer now.

Hob has also handed him, though he probably did not realize it, an easy way to convey his interest. It will also, Dream thinks with a little smile, be somewhat… amusing to surprise Hob with the reality of his desire. Likely he never thought that would be the outcome of ranting to Dream about his breasts, such as they are.

I will visit him tits out, he resolves. Tomorrow, when he wakes.

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Dream is no stranger to more revealing attire, though he has not cared to wear it since his captivity. This, he thinks, is worthy of making the change. He garbs himself in normal slacks and boots, his usual long coat open and unbuttoned— but under it is a sheer, long sleeved shirt, ruffled collar, cut out over the chest precisely as Hob had requested, drunk though he was. Truly, Dream thinks, observing the look in the mirror he has manifested in his chambers, the fashion of this decade is interesting indeed.

Thus clothed to the requirements, Dream commands his sand to take him to Hob’s flat, now that he can feel Hob has woken. He stands in Hob’s living room, and he waits.

Hob comes into the living room at the sound of his arrival, rubbing his eyes, still sleepy and hungover. He’s still in pajamas, and clearly has not been awake long. “Listen, Dream, I’m so fucking sorry, I should not have said— oh holy fuck.”

“I thought this would appeal,” Dream says, and watches Hob reel, eyes wide.

“Appeal. Appeal? Appeal to what, my fucking dick? Oh Jesus Mary and God-fucking-dammit, I’m making it worse—”

Dream is feeling very validated in his choice now. He smirks, taking a step closer. “You were very passionate last night. I thought perhaps. You would like to test your theory.”

Hob’s eyes are still huge. He swallows, throat bobbing, gaze bouncing between Dream’s eyes and his lips and his bare chest.

“My theory,” Hob says faintly. “Are you coming onto me? Please tell me you’re coming onto me and not just trying to break me. Because you broke me, I’m broken.”

“Until you spoke last night I… did not know that you thought of me like that,” Dream admits.

“Didn’t know? And here I thought I was the most obvious—” he bites the sentence off. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not dreaming, am I? I guess it could still be you…”

“You are not dreaming,” Dream confirms.

Hob steps closer to him, then, as if hypnotized. Strokes a thumb lightly over one of Dream’s bare nipples, and Dream shivers at the touch. Then Hob presses his hands flat to Dream’s chest, cups what little flesh is there in his palms. Dream does not have a particularly substantial chest but Hob seems compelled anyway.

“Are my ‘tits,’” Dream asks, quoting Hob from last night, “‘banging,’ Hob Gadling?”

Hob goes bright red, but doesn’t remove his hands. “Yeah, Dream,” he says, strangled, “you have the prettiest little titties I ever saw.”

This is not something Dream has ever cared about or even considered about himself, but he preens anyway.

“And if you’ve no objections I’d really like to get my mouth on them,” Hob continues. “You free now? Or did you come just to upend my world and run?”

“I am ‘free,’” Dream confirms. This is, in fact, his desired outcome. “Is that the only place you will put your mouth?”

“Fucking hell.” Hob kisses him then, rough and hot, hands going to Dream’s waist to pull him in so their bellies are touching. Dream hums in pleasure. And Hob pushes his coat off his shoulders. It falls to the floor, unheeded. “No, I want to fucking bite you. Kiss you everywhere. And I dunno what you have going on down there, but I’m going for that, too.”

Dream raises an eyebrow. “‘What I have going on down there?’”

Hob huffs. “Well I don’t know, you personification of insanity. What do you have going on down there?”

“What would you like me to have going on?”

“No,” Hob says, half a whine. “Don’t say shit like that, I’m not a strong man. Come on.”

He takes Dream by the hand, drags him towards his bedroom. And Dream smiles to himself. A desired outcome, indeed.

#this is the most ABSURD thing i ever wrote for this fandom but i make NO apologies #dreamling #dreamling fic #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my writing #magnusbae #tits0ut #never have a put such insane sentences in dream's mouth #the titlet

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quilbe · 7 months

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. WHO REMEMBER when cwilba rode away to utah and left ctommy on that little bit of land after he Tried to stab him epic breakdown style

#dsmp drawinf again Apologies gents this is the most passion ive felt to draw in awhile. anyways #tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #fanart #art #quilbee art time

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bakubunny · 6 months

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thinkin abt your ankles on shota’s shoulders while he destroys your pussy with his fat cock. he’s pounding you hard and fast, watching your tits move as he does. you’re a blubbering mess, overwhelmed by how big he is and how good it feels. he’s staring you down, somehow more turned on by the look on your face than the way you’re clenching hard and creaming on his cock. “c’mon, babygirl. you can take it. take it for daddy.”

#aizawa was in my dreams this morning 🫣#last bit of daddy kink for at least a little while i swear #shota’s got a huge dick and i will be taking no further questions at this time #i apologize for this #tw daddy kink #mha #bakubunny #x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #bnha

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boomboompowpow · 1 month

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I swear every time something like this happens the SAME PROCESS OCCURS.

1.) The situation is brought to light, everyone panics.

2.) People (Twitter) immediately start throwing around death threats, fake scenarios, lies, etc. CCs put their two cents in to make them feel better and cause the situation to get worse *cough* aimsey *cough*

3.) The fandom thinks it’s over and the dream team is screwed.

4.) Fans with brain cells (not Twitter) begin to think critically about the situation and put together that it is fake/not as deep as everyone assumed.

5.) Dteam loses a few followers/friends but in the end they are fine because they didn’t really do anything wrong.

6.) Rinse and repeat.

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dream team #still mad they apologized #literally nothing bad happened

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starsinursa · 1 year

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i've seen a lot of different ideas in fics where morpheus has innate knowledge of when hob is dreaming about him, or where he can always see the dreams, or where he's automatically summoned to dreams about himself, etc

but i think i prefer the idea of some poor long-suffering low-level schmuck of a dream who's been forced to take on the appearance of morpheus over and over again for the last 600 years because apparently that's what this particular human wants to dream about (and fuck humans don't typically live this long do they?) and they're too aggrieved and mortified to ever think of telling their literal king about it

#dreamling #the sandman #this poor dream has been captive audience to so so so many dreams #about cuddling in tavern beds and arguing in the rain and shakespeare getting punched and more unspeakable things #obvs i finally watched the sandman #don't mind me i'm just picking up new fandoms and hyperfixations don't mind if i do #apologies if this idea is already somewhere - i'm new here #hob gadling

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neocentral · 9 months

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what if jeno and jaemin has this usual threesome with jeno's gf until one day jaemin babytraps her bc he wants her for himself

rating: 18+. mdni.

word count: 1.1k

content: babytrapping, jaemin x jenos gf!reader (featuring jeno)

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jaemin’s gaze shifts between you and your boyfriend. he can’t help the envy that sits in the pit of his stomach as he watches jeno place a sweet kiss on your lips, equally sweet words whispered to you alone as he pulls away. your attention was completely occupied by the man currently brushing your hair from your face.

jaemin hates these intimate moments. the ones that leave him feeling like an outsider, taking the attention he rightfully deserved and placing it on jeno. it only fuels the younger to try even harder, to do everything he could, in and out of the bedroom to capture your attention. he likes to believe that he’s good at it, too. the laughs, smiles, and playful teasing you bless him with keep him trying, feeling like he’s getting closer and closer to stealing your heart. but his hope dies every time he’s called into his best friend's bedroom.

jaemin huffs, changing his pace that draws a pleased whimper from you, a sound that had him completely enamored by you at the start of your arrangement, but now, it causes bitterness as he watches your eyes flutter in the direction of your boyfriend, paying the person causing the euphoric feeling no mind as jaemin pounds you just the way you like and jeno sits uselessly beside you, cock softening.

jaemin truly just doesn’t get it. he doesn’t think he’d ever stop reacting with anything less than love-filled lust, a dick full of blood for you to use to your heart's content, until you were pleading for him to pull away, too sensitive to continue. jeno wouldn’t – doesn’t – do as jaemin would. if jaemin recalls correctly, that is why you approached him that day. jeno left you feeling unsatisfied, you longed for more. and luckily, jaemin was around to help. jeno trusted jaemin, his best friend of so many years, to care for you as he would and jaemin was quick to comply.

you came first, not long after his length reached the spot that always had your mind spinning. “pull out,” jeno says lazily without looking away from your eyes. like he knew jaemin was approaching his climax as your walls pulsed around his cock. jaemin groans in slight annoyance, pulling himself out of your tight, spasming heat and shooting his load onto your stomach, watching his seed pool just above your womb.

jaemin finds his gaze lingering there as of late, flickering over the expanse and softly touching, pressing on the flesh as he impales you. at first, he simply wanted to feel himself inside you. the pressure of his cockhead reaching so deep and making you feel so good satisfied him. but now, as jeno grunts about “making you a mommy” during your private nights when you don’t seek him out, he can’t help but let his mind be flooded with similar ideas. especially because you seem to be so affected by the idea. jaemin wonders if you’d be that way for him. eager to carry his child and tethered to him forever.

jaemin drops his weight onto his palms, still hovering around your body as jeno lays another kiss to your lips, murmuring about getting something to clean you up. the door shut behind him with a click, his naked form out of sight, finally leaving you alone with the man sweating above you.

you wiggle under jaemin, a finger slithering up his forearm, “thank you, jaem.” your eyes move up his toned stomach, landing on his face as you smile gently. jaemin already feels himself stiffen, the tender glance feeling like those you share so frequently with jeno. jaemin wishes you would always look at him like that.

“f’course,” he mumbles, palm sliding down your middle, hovering over your womb as you jerked under jaemin’s hold.

you giggle, “not done yet?”

jaemin grins, “not even close.”

your eyes gleam but he knows you’re worried about what jeno would say. you’re not allowed to sleep with jaemin without him present. he made that very clear. to both of you. and you were very good at obeying his rule but jaemin was pushing into you before you could say another word. you seemed to get lost in the stretch, sighing as he filled you.

he fucked you slowly this time, taking in every reaction. “gonna cum in you.” you laugh breathily, shaking your head softly. you freeze when he speaks again, “knock you up.”

you clenched his cock when he echoed your boyfriends words, “m’gonna make you a mommy…”

you moaned, “j-jeno…”

“jaemin, baby,” he whispered, dipping his head to pull your nipple between his teeth. “you’re gonna have my baby. gonna be with me.”

“jeno…”

“jaemin,” he emphasized, ghosting his lips over your skin until he hovered over your lips.

jaemin has never kissed you, despite how much he wanted to. jeno refused to let him, claiming the act was too intimate but he had no issue with his best friend fucking his girlfriend into oblivion every other night. stupid, jaemin thinks, he should be more worried that jaemin would fuck you so well you couldn’t get enough, letting him fuck you even when he wasn’t around. like you currently are.

it was a gentle touch of soft, plush lips – a peck, more accurately – before you turned your face away. “okay,” you said unevenly, “enough, jaem. jeno said no kissing.”

jaemin sighed, jeno says a lot of things. But hopefully he would be free of jeno’s nonsense rules and restrictions when you come out knocked up by jaemin’s baby. he couldn’t pull himself away from your face, scattering wet kisses across your cheek, ear, and neck, even getting as close to your lips as he could when you were too distracted by how well he rolled his hips against yours.

your thighs trembled, breathing turning shallow as he thrusted deeper, “cum.” you gripped his shoulders, “gonna cum.” jaemin hummed, relishing in the reactions of your body as he pushed himself as far as he could, making you take all of his length as you let yourself go.

the whimpers in his ear and holding of his shoulders drew him closer to his own climax, “i'm gonna give you my cum,” he grits, “give you my baby.”

your protests were light like you didn’t believe him before growing more audible when his thrusts became slower but more forceful as he tried to bury his cock inside you so his tip kissed your cervix, sending strings of his seed dangerously close to your womb. “mine,” he slurred, messily kissing the fat of your cheek.