Theodore Nott x Oc muggle - Fanfic: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/370478169-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%85%CA%99%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%85-theodore-nott
Siempre me pareciĂł interesante la dinĂĄmica de Theodore Nott enamorandose de una persona con un estatus de sangre diferente al suyo, pero en vez de hacer la tipica versiĂłn donde es una maga mestiza, en este caso es una muggle que logra cautivar su atenciĂłn, y es por eso que estoy escribiendo este fanfic! ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(Ëľ â˘Ě á´ - Ëľ ) â§
áŻâ Asique los introduzco a "The Mudblood": En los laberintos sombrĂos del mundo mĂĄgico, Theodore Nott, hijo de un mortĂfago encarcelado, se ahoga en un mar de excesos y desesperaciĂłn. Pero cuando una enigmĂĄtica bailarina muggle irrumpe en su vida, despierta en ĂŠl una obsesiĂłn peligrosa. Entre el hechizo de su baile y la barrera de sus diferentes mundos, Theodore se debate entre la redenciĂłn y la perdiciĂłn, enfrentando un dilema que desafĂa todo lo que creĂa saber sobre el amor, la sangre, su estaus y su vida mĂĄgica.
Si les interesa acompaĂąen me en el trascurso de esta historia de romance, sangre y magia ŕŞââ´ Gracias!
Medieval Essentials is a functional set made for immersive medieval gameplay. Instead of decorating just one room, this collection reimagines modern necessities in a way that keeps their gameplay purpose without breaking the illusion of living in another era.
The kitchen includes a pantry that works as a fridge, counters, modular wall shelves, a stove, a table island, a sink, and a bucket-trashbin. Everything functions off the grid, so your Sims can cook and store food the old-fashioned way.
The bathroom offers simple hygiene essentials: a rudimentary toilet, a basket-style sink for washing, a shower with a hanging cruche, and a privacy screen.
For scholars and scribes, the set also includes a scriptorium area with a desk, chair, and writing station that functions as a computer (so the animation and sounds will be weird, sorry đ). Itâs the only item not off-the-grid, as custom tuning is not in my skills. Bookshelves, scroll shelves, and a working off-the-grid candle complete the scholarly corner, alongside a grand tapestry inspired by authentic patterns.
And for Eco Living DLC owners, a windmill and a well help generate electricity and water. Because even medieval Sims deserve utilities â˛
Description
This set contains 28 new items maxis-match and basegame compatible (except for the windmill and well that requires Eco Living DLC). Every functional items works Off-The-Grod escept for the sciptorium.
# cw. streamer!Jinx, established relationship, oral under the desk (J!receiving), body worship, face-riding, affectionate degradation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, giggly/pleasure-drunk!Jinx, smut with plot, modern au. mdni .á.á
# wc. 2.5k
Jinx masterlist â.á
Jinx is going to break her fucking keyboard.
sheâs been live for almost two hours, and nothingâs gone right. her kill count is shit, her reflexes are off, her hoodieâs sticking to the small of her back, and if she dies one more time to some idiot who blind-fires through smoke, sheâs really going to break something.
her hands are tight on the mouse and keys, colored nails clicking too hard, arms tense with frustration. her headset sits askew, one cup off her ear, like she needs to physically feel the rage rippling through her. her eyes are wide and darting, bloodshot from staring too long without blinking, deep into a losing streak.
âbro,â she barks into the mic, âpeek the corner. itâs not hardâjesus fuck, do i have to carry you on a leash?â
âdamn girlâ
âshe MAD todayâ
âchat say sorry rnâ
âsomeone get her a juice boxâ
she doesnât laugh. she doesnât even fake it.
her jaw is clenched too tight.
âfucking hell,â she hisses, leaning forward so hard her headset nearly slips off her head. âno way that hitbox makes sense. who coded this? a drunk toddler?â
she can hear herself on the mic and hates the sound of her own voiceâtoo sharp, too bitter. her bodyâs coiled tight, and her leg is bouncing under the desk like itâs trying to launch her into the ceiling.
you watch from across the room, curled cross-legged on the edge of her bed, draped in one of her oversized hoodies that still smells faintly like her. she doesnât even glance at you, too busy self-destructing in real time.
at first, it was funny.
Jinx getting flustered is always cuteâher little stompy tantrums, the way her whole body seems to twitch with impatience, her dramatic threats mumbled into the mic like curses meant for the game gods. she gnaws on the cord of her headset like a dog trying to kill something, jaw flexing, eyes wild. you know her tells. you know the moment when frustration tips into frenzy.
and this isnât cute anymore. this is pressure building behind her eyes, teeth grinding so hard sheâs probably got a headache forming.
you tilt your head, lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.
yeah. you can fix thisâin your own way.
you slide off the bed silently, crawling over the floor like a cat, just out of frame. she doesnât even notice, too focused on queueing up the next match as she clicks through menus, grumbling to herself.
and then youâre slipping under the desk, ready to ruin her in the sweetest way possible.
Jinx flinches when a hand grazes her kneeâlight, casual, almost teasingâand she jerks sideways, nearly knocking her mic over. âwhat theââ she starts, breathless, turning downward in a frantic snap only to meet your gaze, already looking up at her, mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh. sheâs always been so soft thereâsilken and fragile. the kind of skin that bruises too easily and begs to be marked.
her jaw drops, and realization hits her like a static charge. youâre already tugging down her pajama shorts, easing the worn elastic waistband past her hips and down her trembling legs. her skin is almost luminescent under the soft blue glow of her setupâmilky white, kissed with heat, twitching where you touch. her boyshorts cling to her, cotton stretched damp and slightly sheer at the center like it wants you to see everything, that familiar shade of blue darkening between her thighs.
âbabe. donât,â she whispers, panic slicing through her voice as she forces her gaze to lock in on her monitor, inconspicuous. âbaby, iâm losing. iâm already losing.â her pulse stutters, and her hands hover uselessly over the lit-up keyboard. her eyes flick toward the webcam lightâstill red, still glowing, still live.
her heart lodges itself in her throat. âyouâre insane,â she breathes out, barely audible, pressing her knees together in a last-ditch reflex. you just slip your hands between them, prying them apart like itâs your right, your palms firm and commanding.
and fuck, Jinx thinks, this is hot.
the danger. the fact that she has thousands of people watching herâlaughing at her rageâand none of them has a goddamn clue whatâs happening right now.
her whole body shivers at the thought.
you nose up her underwear, nuzzling against the heat there. she bites her lip hard, a high-pitched whine catching in her throat. you grin against her, slow and sinful. your tongue flicks out, a teasing little stroke up her cunt through the fabric.
she clutches the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles turn white. âfuck you,â she hisses under her breath, yet a grin of her own is twitching at the corner of her mouth.
you hum against her, low and dirty, the vibration buzzing right through her core, making her legs jerk.
another slow, lazy lick. a little more pressure this time. you watch her twitch as you trace the soaked slit with your tongue, letting the taste of her bleed through the thin cotton.
another kiss pressed to her clothed pussy, almost mocking in how tender it is.
another deliberate drag of your teeth across the curve of her mound.
Jinx exhales like sheâs been punched. her head tips back, and her voice breaks mid-sentenceâsomething about recoil and map layoutâbut it doesnât matter anymore. her whole bodyâs so tired of being angry and so ready to be taken apart, every line of tension begging to be undone.
her hips buck forward slightlyâinstinctive, desperate for more, seeking you. you tug her underwear down, exposing her, and the sudden rush of cool air on her wetness makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.
she smells fucking divine. you breathe her in like perfumeâsweet, salty, earthy. all heat and silk, sweat and desperation. her cunt is already flushed. pink and pretty and damp, glistening with arousal she hasnât even acknowledged yet. her folds are delicate, lips soft and slick, already swelling from the tension sheâs been carrying all night.
and thenâcontact.
your tongue presses right against her clit, wet and hot, followed by a slow, sucking pressure that makes her whole body seize. she bites her own fist to keep the moan in, lashes fluttering. her knee jerks up and slams the underside of the desk with a dull thud, causing the camera to wobble. she exhales through her nose like sheâs fine, like she doesnât have a mouth on her cunt while thousands of people are watching her try to form a coherent thoughtâjust another day in streamer paradise.
her chat lights up.
âwait why is she red???â
âbro sheâs blushing into the camera helpâ
âcaught in 4kâ
she is blushing. that pretty shade of pink you like, from her cheeks all the way up to her ears.
worseâsheâs smiling now.
you flatten your tongue and drag it through her slit, slow and slick, letting her taste spread across your mouth. itâs sweet at first, like melted sugar on warm skin, but deeper in and sheâs wet velvet, all salt and raw slick. you lick her againâharder this timeâand her hips jump, clit pulsing under your tongue.
and suddenly, all that tension melts into heat.
giddy, sweet heat.
Jinx laughs like sheâs been tickled from the inside. it starts smallâone breathy huff through her nose. then it bubbles up like champagne: high and soft, warm and stupid, a sound thatâs almost delirious.
âgod,â she whispers, clamping a hand over her mouth. âyouâre so fucking annoying.â she twitches in her chair and giggles again, high on endorphins, like her brainâs short-circuiting in the best way possible.
your tongue gets firmer, more deliberateâpressing, circling, dragging up her soaked cunt with slow, hungry strokes like youâre trying to pull every last drop of rage and tension out of her and replace it with slick, wet, aching need.
she hunches forward, pretending to fidget with her keyboard, her hands trembling slightly as she dips her head to keep her face hidden from the camera. her bangs fall into her eyes, mouth half-open in a silent gasp as you mouth directly over her slick folds.
the sound is obsceneâwet and shameless, every drag of your tongue loud enough for her to fumble blindly, shaky fingers finally hitting mute just as she chokes on a moan.
âWHY SHE SITTING LIKE THAT THOâ
âposture checkâ
your tongue is sin, slow and thorough, lapping at her like you have all the time in the world. the heat of your mouth makes her hips stutter forwardâher whole body trying to lean into it, chasing friction, chasing anything. she lets out the softest little squeal and buries her face in the crook of her arm.
âbabyyy,â she whines, giggling and breathless. âiâm live. iâm literallyâiâm muted, but iâmâfuck.â
she tries to sit still, tries to keep her back straight for the camera, but the pressure builds fast, and she canât help the way her hips start to roll in subtle little thrusts, slow and sticky, using your mouth like sheâs meant to. like her cunt knows what it needs and itâs not rhythm or mercyâitâs filth.
you moan beneath her, and Jinx gasps at the needy vibration. her grip on the desk tightens until her knuckles turn white, and the muscles in her stomach clench. âf-fuck,â she whispers, dizzy and breathless. âyou like that, huh? you like when i ride your face?â
you groan into her, and she laughs again. itâs a fucked-out, breathy little giggleâgiddy and drunk on it, drunk on you. âgod, youâre such a slut,â she coos, and it comes out soft, affectionateâlike a compliment. âmy slut, though.â
she grinds down harder, smearing slick over your mouth, her swollen clit catching against your nose. her hoodie sticks to her chest, clinging to the curve of her perky breasts. her nipples are hard, pressing faintly against the cotton for those who look close enough, a single drop of sweat rolling down the valley between them.
her bodyâs already trembling, trying to ride your face as subtly as possible. her hands grip the desk like a lifeline, and one of her feet kicks something overâa water bottle, maybe a RedBull canâplastic clattering across the floor, forgotten.
she doesnât care. she canât care.
sheâs gonna come.
live. on stream.
and thereâs nothing she can do about it, because thatâs what gets her off the most. the fact that people are watchingâthousands of themâthinking sheâs just gaming, just tilted, just flushed from effort⌠it makes her pussy throb. it makes her come faster.
her breath stutters, her lashes flutter, and then it hits her. she lets out the softest, most desperate moanâhead tipped back, hoodie sleeve shoved in her mouth, thighs shaking as she gushes in your mouth with a stuttering gasp.
you hold her down, licking her through it, savoring every drop like you earned it as she rides it out with helpless little whimpers, throbbing against you. the moment drags on, too intense and too raw for her, until she twitches hard, overstimulated. âokay, okayâfuckâenough,â she hisses, folding over the desk like a ragdoll, panting into the wood.
you donât care about the game. you donât care about the stream. what matters is the way Jinxâs thighs are parting again, the way her fingers are threading through your hair like they always do when she gets needy again.
she unmutes herself, thinking the therapy session is over, but she still hasnât pushed you away.
so you dive back in.
and the second time? itâs worse.
deeper.
sloppier.
you spread her open with two fingers, tongue fucking into her while she squirms in her chair, mouth hanging open. your moans are louder this time, and she has to keep coughing to mask the sounds.
sheâs coming apart faster now, already sensitive and raw. her hand flies to mute herself again, barely making it in time as she leaks slick all over your tongue. âstopstopstop,â she gasps, breath ragged. âyouâre gonna make me cry.â
but you donât pull away, not even giving her a second to recover, and she breaks.
not loud, but her jaw clenches, teeth sinking into her hoodie sleeve as her eyes glass over. her lashes flutter with tears. her body rocks helplessly in her chair as she whispers frantic little âyesyesyes,â and âdonât stop,â and âholyshitfuckyesâ into the fabric, her voice shaking with every word while the screen flickers with bullets, scores and the chat exploding in half-baked jokes.
she doesnât even dare to look at her second monitor as she comes againâharder, wetter. you simply lick her clean like the stream doesnât matter. like Jinx didnât just have over 13k people watching her try to fake normalcyâpoorlyâwhile riding out the aftershocks of a second orgasm from the mouth of her girlfriend under the fucking desk.
she isnât even mad, just gone and wrecked.
fucked-out live.
the camera catches everything: the glassy sheen in her eyes, the moisture in her lashes, the flushed cheeks, the way she leans forward with her arms crossed on the desk like she needs to recover. her muscles feel like jelly, and her skinâs hummingâoverheated, oversensitive.
and yet sheâs glowing now.
eyes sparkling, a dazed little smile curling at the corners of her spit-slick mouth, soft laughter bubbling up every time you press a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh, to the crease where her pussy meets her hip, to the mess you made of her.
itâs filthy, yet somehow sweet. âgod. youâve got me smiling like a fucking virgin,â she finally says, her voice slurred and soft.
âsheâs back to smiling???â
âbipolar streamer arcâ
âsheâs high on somethingâ
âsmile if you just got headâ
she bites her lip to keep from laughing again.
her micâs still offâthank godâand her thighs are sticky when you finally pull away, slow and satisfied, chin glistening with slick and spit as you lick your lips, tasting her all over again, her scent clinging to you.
Jinx slumps back into her chair, boneless, like sheâs sinking in warm honey. âholy shit,â she breathes, head lolling to the side. âwhat the fuck did you just do to me?â
you peek up from under the desk, pupils blown wide, a little too pleased with yourself. âfixed your attitude,â you say, voice soft and smug. âor at least⌠knocked it loose.â
she starts laughing againâloud, ruined, and completely undone in the best way possible. she flips the mic back on mid-giggle, breath still hitching in her throat. âsorry for the technical difficulties,â she says, voice wrecked but sugar-sweet, still smiling in the afterglow. âweâre⌠all good now.â
her tone is offâtoo light, too satisfied, and she doesnât even bother hiding it.
âher voice changed???â
âwhy she sound freshly fuckedâ
âweâll never know what happened but i believe in love againâ
she shifts in her chair and winces a little, legs still trembling and thighs pressed together like sheâs trying to hold something in, but her eyes are twinkling, hands finally steady as one curls around the mouse.
spoiler alert: she wins the next round. sharp, effortless, dripping confidence.
and she does it smiling.
long-awaited streamer!Jinx smut omfg. do i get endorsement from the citizens of scissor city now???
(kinda) college au!jinx makes a shitty party youâre at worth it.
nsfw 𩶠2k words
Youâre in the corner of some party, a friend of a friendâs. The bass boost of the music makes your head throb, and each tiny sip of whateverâs in your cup makes you scoot further from the small talk into any hidden corner. You check your phone again, just to make sure you read the message right. Of course, she said sheâd be here âin 10 minutesâ, but itâs been 20. Maybe she just wants a grand entrance as always. Jinx was always the centre of attention wherever she was, whether she wanted to be or not.
How do people do this party thing so regularly? Maybe itâs because you werenât there with any close friends, or everywhere just reeks of alcohol and youâre scared youâll throw up from the scent, so many people yelling over the music you canât even hear yourself think.
But everything falls away when sheâs in the room.
Itâs like sheâs magnetic, and you just canât help but follow where she goes. Instantly, a flash of blue hair darts through the crowd and you know it could only be one person. Now youâre getting up, weaving your way between all these people just to get to her. Because you just have to see her face to face. Her eyebrows a little furrowed, chewing her bottom lip until she turns to where you stand, your stomach filled with a flurry of butterflies.
Just like the movies, everyone else disappears, a spotlight following wherever she goes and right now, her gaze is fixed on you. Her smile lines so pronounced you canât help but reciprocate her joy. You feel so sick with anticipation, childlike joy, so nervous you'll ruin this moment, and you donât even speak a word.
Part of you just wants to freeze this. Or at least slow this for just a few more seconds, to stare into those eyes, appreciate her face, adorned by everything sheâs ever loved.
She snaps you out of your trance, stepping closer to you to speak in your ear. âYou like how I look that much? Is it the eyeshadow?â She steps back a little to close her eyes and show off the blue and pink glitter under the lights, but youâre still too starstruck to say anything, blinking and swallowing, stuck in your own head. Jinx backs away, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head to look at you, up and down. âStop blushing!â, you yell at yourself in your head, to no avail of course.
Jinx grabs your hand and turns to lead you through the people, and out through the door to the garden, turning you around another tight corner to a secluded inner alley. Itâs private, still close enough to hear all the noise but at least now you can focus.
âI know I showed up a little later than you wanted, but I didnât think youâd say NOTHING⌠are you mad at me?â
Maybe now that youâre outside, the air is getting to your lungs properly as you clear your throat to speak. âSorry, I was just⌠distracted I guess.â A weak laugh probably isnât going to save you now. Hopefully, she doesnât notice your whole body burning up on the spot. Itâs not your fault you think she looks so pretty, in that vintage leather jacket, a short black dress she altered with her personality all over it, so easy to get your hand under, to feel her skin. Her glittery eyes, and perfectly placed lipstick, but you just wanted a taste. Who wouldnât think she looks pretty like this?
âYouâre drifting again, back to earth,â she playfully clicks in front of your eyes to regain your attention, and sheâs looking at you like she can read your mind, a mischievous smile forming on her face. Her arms meet behind her back and she steps a little closer to you, her eyes dropping down to your lips sd she licks hers. Like sheâll devour you whole with no hesitation. âDistracted by⌠what?â
Is there even a normal answer? Sheâs starting to get off on these trick questions but you blink quickly and try to stay calm, avoiding eye contact, breathing in deeplyâ âLook at me.â Her voice isnât powerful or harsh, but it drops a little low, with a pleading tone. Youâre drinking it up, just want to hear her say âPlease,â with that voice, be hypnotised by all the things she can make you do. Especially when she speaks like that.
âDistracted by you. I mean you look soâŚâ Say something. Say ANYTHING. Since Jinx walked into the room, your brain to mouth connection got turned off and your eyes have been doing the talking for you. But Jinx is taking notice, even when youâre not. She moves her arms to wrap around your neck instead, giving her reason to press her body up to yours. âTell me what you think, I know you can.â Her whispers send chills down your spine, and your ravenous thoughts are only furthered.
If this is true temptation, then you may be a sinner for life. Your heart beats out of your chest a little more each second youâre looking at her, humming and licking your lips letting the words stumble out of your mouth, âYou look pretty, like really pretty, in your dress, and your makeup,â And the rambling feels like it wonât stop. She releases one of her hands from your neck to guide one of yours, sliding it up along her leg to let you touch it, hoisting it up so itâs at your waist. âFuckâŚâ you mutter softly. Her teasing is going to drive you insane. She giggles a little, and she knows you want this. The cool air outside isnât enough to stop your temperature from rising.
âWhat else do you like?â The more she guides your hand up and down her thigh, the more your inhibitions slip away, drunk from this feeling of being near her. âYour lips,â said so quickly the words couldâve disappeared with the wind, and even though she probably caught it, she relishes from a little embarrassment. âYou gotta speak up honey, I didnât hear ya~â And your mistake was even trying to fight back. âYou little liar-â is where your sentence starts, but the words die in your throat with her other hand coming around to your neck and gripping, catching you off guard. She releases your hand from her leg to laugh a little louder in your ear this time, standing upright. âUse your words baby. Tell me what you want.â
Her hand around your neck dances down your chest, then trailing her finger down your body playfully and stopping right where it matters. You didnât even think youâd get so worked up tonight, but sheâs enough to undo you.âCan you⌠kiss meâŚâ trying to hide yourself away in shame at this whole situation. That laugh is like a drug to you now, âSo polite when you ask me for a kiss, sweet girl~â leaning in and granting you what you want.
Your lips connect, as she kisses you back softly, but youâre so hungry for her taste you meet hers with a little more speed, your hands around her waist to pull her into you, making noises into her mouth like this is what youâve waited for your whole life. She pulls back to move your face left and right, eyes wide with lips half open to taste her lips again, the sweetness of her lipstick, to feel that joy in each laugh. Youâre craving her touch on every part of your skin, more than willing to be vocal.
âYou taste so good,â licking your lips and starting to lean in for another kiss, ignoring the slight shake in your legs and the growing ache. She stops you where you are, âNuh-uh. Youâve messed up my makeup, so I need to make this a little difficult for you. Isnât it fair?â She smiles again, but this time youâre not sure why. One hand stabilises around your hip, and she dips her head into the crook of your neck and kisses around it, her other hand dipping under your dress to your panties, the touch so sudden you throw your head back in shock. âOh fuck,â but she canât stop giggling and moaning into your neck while she touches you, but not for long. Just giving you a taste of relief and pulling it away.
âI had a feeling youâd be turned on but⌠I think you could finish from just us makinâ out.â But now your thoughts are running away from you, the thought of grinding up against her body, trying to keep your voices down as you cry to come, while she holds your hands away, biting down on your hands to stop mindlessly rambling how good it feels. The conclusion is obvious â You could finish untouched. You blink a few times slowly as you look at her, and she gets the message, her eyes a little bright.
âOh reallyâŚâ She goes back into your neck for another feast, catching her eyes pink and half-lidded, sucking the skin until it started to hurt, and you started to whine and press your legs together. âOh Jinx, keep doing that,â and your reassurance is all she needs to take it up a notch. Because today, sheâs making things hard for you. She pulls away from your neck, breathing a little heavy. Maybe this isnât as easy for her to manage as she let off. âItâs taking everything in me, to not wanna play with your body right now.â And everything in you screams to be played with, to be touched and pinched, scratched and gripped by her, and you can only muster weak whimpers, still carried away and wanting to touch yourself. âPlease Jinx, please,â is all you have left in you, after what feels like forever of imagining what this feels like.
She bites her bottom lip, putting both her arms around your waist. sighing delicately as she considers, all while pushing her knee between your legs, raising them until your eyes flutter shut, moaning mindlessly. âOh my, oh right there Jinx,â She hums in satisfaction at your noises and gets as close as she can to hear you when she says your name, and you start moving a little, the feeling pushing you to your limit. âKeep moving for me, Iâm bending my rules a little to make you feel good,â she whispers breathily, breathing louder with you. âItâs so easy to make you moan for me, so easy.â You just canât keep your pathetic noises to yourself but she loves hearing how good she makes you feel. âSay my name,â and of course you do what she says, moving your torso wherever her hands allow you, the friction and wetness growing more and more, crying out so loud itâs like you just canât take it. âJ-jinx I love it when you do that, keep touching me there, Iâm so⌠fuck,â
And when she can hear youâre getting a little close she lowers her knee, bringing you in to kiss all over your chest, leaving her mark on you before making you lose your mind again. âPlease, please keep going Jinx, Iâm so⌠so fucking close,â and there are tears falling from your eyes. âI wanna hear more of your little noises before I let you make a mess of yourself~â laughing and squeezing her nails into your thighs to make you gasp from the pain. She readjusts your position on her, moving you back and forth as your cries grow louder, âso fucking desperateâ as Jinx calls it, when all the sensations hit you at once, gasping and squeezing your eyes shut as you ride out the wave, so dizzy you could fall from where you stand. Your sudden movements and screams as you feel the cum dripping down you let her set you down with her hands to keep you in place. She pecks you with her lips and wipes your eyes and whispers, âI hope no one saw us,â before winking and holding you close.
You should feel embarrassed or on edge, but instead you feel safe. Nothing could replace this warmth, and maybe this shitty party was worth it.
(_ _).･oâ
came up with this idea after the music video for âparty for uâ! this is more of a powder au than anything because i kinda ripped off the timebomb scene (and used powder for the headerâŚâŚ) buuuuut i wrote it as jinx so itâs staying that way! also happy pride month ^_ââ if there are spelling mistakes iâll fix them later
