#( i needed to continue thissss )

[pit-and-the-pen]

Greedy Little Thing

Requested:

Hii just saw your blog for the first time and I'm in love😭😭. Also saw your asks are open and I strongly believe that the needy Az fic deserves a part two with needyyyy reader (begging) please please pleaseeee. We know Az will be brilliant at thissss.

This was so much fun to write. This is really just pure filth.

Technically a part 2 to this request but it’s not required!

Warnings: so much teasing, oral (f receiving), edging/ orgasm denial, some implied cum eating, creampie, p in v sex (18+), dirty talk, praise, Azriel being a little shit.

WC:3.1K

You very rarely got to see your mate dressed up. So used to seeing him in his training leathers that seeing him in anything else had you practically drooling. But seeing him in dress clothes was enough to bring you to your knees, black button down rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants that showed off his glorious thighs and ass. Your mate was hot, more than hot, he was built like a god. 

“Did you need something, doll?” He spoke. You realized you had come into the room for something. You were going to tell him something but all thoughts eddied out of your brain the moment you saw him. 

“You.” The world tumbled out of your mouth without you thinking. He chuckled lightly as he noticed your stare. And just to tease you, he flexed his arms making the veins pop ever so slightly. You imagined running your tongue over them and heat pooled deep in your belly. 

“It seems you’ve forgotten that we have plans tonight.” He was suddenly right in front of you. His finger hooking under your chin to make you look up at him. 

“We do?” Your voice was breathless, needy and whiny as you tried to recall where exactly you had to be that would keep you from climbing Azriel like a tree. 

“Cassian’s birthday party?” He asked more than spoke. Shit. That was what you had come here for. You needed to know where the wrapping paper went. The fancy thick ones that even Cassian had trouble tearing into. 

“What time does it start?” You broke your eyes away from him to peer at the clock on your nightstand. It was just a little past 5.

“Six. And you still need to get dressed.” You felt a pout rise on your face and Azriel’s thumb popped your bottom lip. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss. Well it was supposed  to be chaste but you got your arms around his neck before he could pull away. Teeth instantly sink into his bottom lip. He groaned and trailed his hands over your waist. He used his grip to pull you away from him, stepping back until your arms were fully extended around his shoulders. 

“Keep that up, princess, and we won’t go at all.”

‘Is that a bad thing?” 

“Nesta will come get us herself with how much planning she’s done.” You sighed heavily as he stepped out of your hold, your body instantly missing his warmth. 

“Go get ready and I’ll finish wrapping his present. Since that’s what you came in here looking for.” The bastard knew the whole time but had wanted to rile you up. Fine. Two can play that game. You spun on your heel and stomped over to the closet.

The dress you picked was one you had just gotten. Intricately cut patterns of fabric that covered just enough to be decent. It wasn’t your usual color, opting to not get it in your favorite sapphire blue but instead a red so dark it was almost purple. It matched your skin tone so wonderfully and brought out the color of your eyes. You left your hair down, letting it flow naturally over your shoulder, covering the exposed skin the dress left. Grabbing the matching heels, you slipped out of the closet and headed to grab the set of bracelets Azriel had recently gotten you. 

You struggled to clasp them, holding the delicate chain as it continued to slip out of your grasp. You gave a frustrated noise after the third attempt and went to go find your mate to help you. 

“Az.” You called into the house. Not knowing where he was. 

“In here.” He answered from his study. The door was opened so you walked in, still holding the bracelet to your wrist. You held it out for him, not even looking up. 

“I need your help.” You finally looked at him when you didn’t get a response and felt the surge of lust down the bond. His eyes hungirly roved over your figure. The tight dress clinging to the plush of your breast, your stomach and thighs. He licked his lips as he walked over to you. Azriel took your outstretched wrist with a careful hand and managed to clasp the silver bracelet. 

He placed a soft kiss to your pulse point before pulling you against him. A soft grunt leaving you as you crashed against his chest. His free hand rested on the skin of your back, left open with the low cut of the dress. 

“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart.” He said against the shell of your ear. You fought back a shiver as his breath tickled your neck. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You asked me to get ready.” Your words would have been convincing if it wasn’t for the smell of your arousal in the air. Azriel peeled his hand away from you to catch a glimpse of the watch on his wrist. 

“Ten minutes.” Was all he said before he knelt down in front of you. Your hands followed him down, clutching onto him and settling on his shoulders. He was quick to sling your leg over his shoulder. Opening you up to him. He ran the tip of his nose along the center of your underwear, drinking in your scent. 

“You’re drenched for me, sweetheart.” 

“Az-” You mewled as he reached up to tug your panties to the side. Your hands slid into his hair as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit. Teasing the bundle of nerves with feather-light strokes. Your nails dug into his scalp, focusing on the hints of pleasure he was giving you. A breathy “please” leaving your mouth was all it took for him to unleash himself. His pace was merciless, the sounds of his lips on your mingling perfectly with your loud cries. Your legs wobbled slightly and he wrapped an arm around you. Giving you leverage to ride his face, your hips bucking in time with his tongue. 

He had you rapidly approaching your peak. Broken version of his name falling over your lips. 

“Az I’m gonna-” And right as you felt that clench deep in your stomach, he was pulling away. 

A loud cry of outrage left you as you stared down at him. Chest heaving as he placed your foot back down on the ground and stood up to his full height again. He smoothed your dress back into place on your hips, squeezing lightly as he did. 

You felt hot all over, pulse thrumming across your skin. Words failed you as Azriel licked his lips, cleaning your glistening arousal off of his face. 

“I-I was so close.” You whined, closing your eyes as if trying to will the feeling to come back. 

“And maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you to wait and not try to tease me like a brat.” He tapped your cheek, a silent request for you to open your eyes. “Now you can be frustrated all night while I decide if I’m going to let you cum.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. “Please. I’ll be good. Please let me cum.” 

He placed a small kiss on your forehead before looking at his watch again. He picked up the present and held an arm out for you. You didn’t hesitate, although a little pouty, to grab it as he winnowed you to the venue Nesta had picked out. 

The girls had spared no expense, and it was obvious as you looked around. Cassian normally wasn’t one for big parties but the century birthdays were always a big deal. Nesta had turned the club into an almost intimate setting but the music thumping through the sound system had your pulse skyrocketing again. You felt it everywhere, still so worked up with not being able to cum. Azriel rubbed small circles into your back, encouraging you to relax. 

“I’ll get us drinks.” He said as he placed another kiss to the top of your head. 

The club was still open to the public tonight, Nesta had just reserved the top floor for Cassian’s party. He would still want to dance with Nesta and she was fully aware of that. You looked around the room for the rest of your friends and quickly spotted them. Cassian's wings sticking out among the crowd. He already had Nesta pulled tight against him. You caught her eye and she pulled away from him with a cat-like smile before she focused on you. You extended the present out to her and she took it to add to the growing pile on one of the tables. 

“You made it.” She gave you a smirk that let you know you must not have been as composed as you thought you were. “I’m surprised with you wearing…that.” She covered her laugh as you rolled your eyes. 

“Azriel was very insistent on being here on time.” As you looked for your other friends you felt your anger rising. No one else had shown up yet, you and Az being the first other couple here. Frustration overrode the lust still buzzing below your skin until you felt Azriel join your side. 

He handed you your drink, suddenly very grateful for the cool glass against your hand. 

“How did you convince them to let you decorate?” Azriel asked Nesta who merely shrugged in response. 

“I’m persuasive.” She responded and you felt the urge to laugh at the image of her storming into the club managers office and demanding them to let her essentially redo half of the club. You took a deep sip of your drink as the rest of your family slowly started to arrive. Feyre and Rhys first, with a small mountain of gifts. Mor, Emerie and Gwen arrive next. Elain and Lucien after, and even Amren. 

Eventually rounds of shots were poured as everyone started to get started for the night. Cassian was glowing with happiness as he danced with Nesta, then Feyre and eventually you. He spun you in a large circle as you tipped your head back laughing. He had gotten better at dancing since being with Nesta, a fact she was very proud of. He had two left feet and no rhythm before he met her. 

The song faded into the next and you excused yourself from the dance floor to get another drink. Azriel was right behind you, hands seeming to gravitate towards your waist and back. He had left teasing touches all over skin the entire night and it was enough to have your thighs clenching together as your mind drifted to the unfinished events in his office. 

“You seem tense, sweetheart.” His hands going to rest on your shoulders, fingers rubbing at the tight muscles around your neck. You leaned into his touch, biting back a moan at the feeling of him touching you so intimately. He chuckled as he pulled away, a deep frown on your face. He was still riling you up, hours after and it was working perfectly. Your thighs were sticking with your arousal. 

“Az, please.” You plead, not entirely sure what you were begging for. For him to stop, for him to pull you into the bathroom of the club and finally finish what he started. 

“Behave.” Was all he said as he pulled you to the center of the dance floor, you drink still waiting on the bar top. 

He pulled you tight against him as the song shifted to something slower, something more sensual. His hips dug into yours perfectly, meeting you beat for beat. Your hands were digging into the front of his shirt, clutching onto the fabric to stop yourself from melting into a pool at his feet. His hands ghosting along your waist, over your sides, brushing every inch of exposed skin had you panting against him. You pulled him down to meet your lips, a sigh escaping both of you as you did. His hands went to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His tongue parted your lips and he licked into your mouth. Demanding every bit of your attention. 

You didn’t realize he had backed you into a corner until you felt the wall behind you. It gave you leverage to grind your hips against him. A small part of you was satisfied as you felt his rock hard length through his pants. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes dark and pupils blown. He was matching your breathing, chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. 

You reached your hand down before he caught your wrist and pulled you away from his waistband. 

“I told you to behave.” He growled in your ear. The sound was so perfect it made you want to cry out in frustration. You felt it everywhere. Your toes curl in your heels as you whine. 

“Az. You proved your point. I’ll listen.” Your voice is high pitched. 

“Look at you, so needy for me. I bet you would let me fuck you right here?” Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. He laughed darkly at your response. “You would, wouldn’t you. My little slut, so needy for my cock she’d let me fuck her in a room full of strangers.” He bit the junction between your neck and shoulders had a loud moan falling from your lips. 

“Az-” He silenced you with a kiss. Hips driving into yours, pinning you against the wall. You wrapped a leg around his waist, exposing your dripping core to him. He growled low in his chest and you felt the world moving around you. 

Next thing you felt was the plush of your large bed underneath you. 

“You want me that badly, princess?” He was already unbuttoning his shirt, his toned chest slowly becoming visible. You nodded, your throat suddenly feeling dry. A small slap to the inside of your thigh had you crying out a yes. 

He leaned over you, arms caging in each side of your head. He eyed you up, a smirk plastered on his face as you panted under him. He reached out and flipped you over so you were in his lap. Straddling his hips, your heels hanging off the edge of the bed. Your hand slipped behind you to take them off but his words stopped you. 

“Keep them on.” Was all he said before he started trailing kisses over your collarbone, down to the space between your breasts. You wanted the dress off, wiggling your hips to tell him as much. Azriel didn’t hesitate. Hands coming up the zipper of the dress and pulling it down excruciatingly slow. He pulled away long enough to slip the scrap of fabric over your head, you arms raising and falling against his chest with a loud smack. He leaned back on his elbows, drinking in your figure. Your skin flushed with need, eyes wide and wild. You leaned down and started placing open mouth kisses on his exposed chest. You went to slide off of his lap before a firm hand stopped you. 

“As much as I would love to see your pretty mouth wrapped around me. I want to be inside of you.” You could have cried with relief at the words. But you should have known there would be a catch. He didn’t waste another second before he was slipping inside of you. Hours worth of teasing making it almost too easy for him to fill you. You sniffled as you sunk down completely. Already drunk off the feeling of him. 

His hands found themselves on either side of your hips, urging you to move at the pace he set. You own arms hooking around his neck as you pull yourself closer to his chest. YOur head rolled back until you were looking at the ceiling, body bouncing with each thrust as you could do nothing but take everything he gave you. 

You felt that coil tightening again in your stomach. Your thighs clenching around his waist, trying to take him deeper. 

“You’re taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Look at how pretty you are.” 

You could do nothing but cling to him tighter, your moans mingling with his own groans. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding. The bed shook across the floor as he continued to drive his hips against yours, again and again. Your whole body clenched as you were about to tip over the edge and right as you went to cry out for him. He pulled out, flipping you over so you were suddenly under him. You cried out again. 

“Az. Please.” He kissed your cheek, trying to sooth you as you reached out for him. He waited a few heartbeats before he lined himself back up with your entrance and pushed in. 

“Are you gonna be good?” He asked. You would have said yes to whatever he wanted, anything to let you cum for him. You were nodding, voice horse from the pitch of your moans. 

He grabbed your ankles and pushed your thighs up to meet your shoulders, driving his hips with his whole body. You felt every wonderful inch of him this way, could feel how tight your walls were pulling him in. His skin was dewey as a layer of sweat clung to both of you. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your legs started to shake. Your body so exhausted already as you tried to lift your hips up to meet him. 

“Cum for me, my sweet, beautiful, girl.” He pressed his nose into your shoulder, biting down right as you hit your high. You shuddered in his arms, which tightened around you. Letting you ride out your high as his hips slowed down, grinding against you. It was only a few more moments before he was growling into your ear. HIs hips stilling as he pumped you full of his release. You stayed wrapped around him, basking in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms you had ever had. Body finally relaxing against him. He pulled out of you slowly, your releases spilling out and running down your thigh. Azriel’s eyes went right to the mess between your legs and you saw that glint of hunger that told you the night was only beginning. 

He started to trail kisses down your stomach until he laid flat against the bed. 

“I think I owe you more than one, princess.” And brought his lips to your folds for the second time tonight.

[nuks]

          Viva looks up from the open comic grasped loosely in her hands, her eyebrows shooting up when she sees the suited man gazing at the poster she painted for the shop's owner. Viva blinks before her freckled cheeks flush, and she scoffs.     ❛❛   You, uh, you don't want that one, dude...   ❜❜     She murmurs, her brows furrowing as she sets her Deadpool comic down, eyeing the man skeptically. She knows she can draw pretty well, but her crushing self-doubt (thanks to her father's endless criticisms) fuels her to be dubious about people's interest in her art.  @americanedpsycho

“  is  that  picture  for  sale?  ”  he  asks  @nuks,  not  giving  the  other  a  chance  to  reply  before  he  digs  his  wallet  out  from  his  coat  pocket.

[yandere-sins]

Ivyyyyyyyy >.< you're the worsttttt(read: BEST) oh my god the thoughts im having abt dilic with a period kink rn. Gawd and he doesn't even know it's a period kink, he thinks it's absolutely normal to do nasty things with his girl while she's bleeding out and feels proud about it that HE can take her pain away

OMG continuing the diluc saga but yan dilic thinks darling's period is the perfect opportunity to finally put his hands on darling. He knows you're in pain so he promises, he's doing this for YOU not him (lies) he'll ease it in gently and make it feel good! Soon darling will forget all about those cramps bc of him him him! He doesnt need to feel as guilty bc he's helping you out.....right? OMG PLS write something abt thissss, it can be any yandere or oc but im going crazy after what u saiddd

Hehe, you're welcome! I began writing this as just a talk, but decided mid-way through to make it a scenario!

a/n: I wrote this before my hiatus and coming back to correct it, I found so many mistakes, it doesn't even feel like I wrote this smh... I did my best to polish it a bit since I can't see myself rewriting it in the future but if you find anything oddly worded just ignore it lol I wasn't myself back then :')

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

I can just see the cock cogs turning in this idiot's head as he racks his brain about how he can help you. Clearly, you're in pain, but no matter how many more times he calls a physician to have a look, they just keep waving off his concerns. It's normal, they say. You're healthy. That's what everyone has to go through.

And yet he sees you writhing and crying in pain—it's breaking his heart!

Pillow pressed to your stomach, tears in your eyes that you can't blink away fast enough before they fall. You're especially irritable, but it hurts him more when you whine and complain; Diluc wanting to help you now more than ever. He's already gone through the usual stuff, the imported water bottles from Snezhnaya and the chocolate from Fontaine. If you utter so much as a craving, he has the servants scramble to get it to you. Nothing is too expensive or too hard to get. You could have asked for the heads of your enemies, and Diluc would have brought them to you with ribbons and glitter if that had helped with your pains.

But alas, it doesn't.

It's been three days, and his nerves are raw, the bags under his eyes dark, and the burden of your health weighs heavily on Diluc. He can't see how things will ever get better. The other times you were on your period were conveniently skipped by business trips, so this is hitting him full force.

"Exercising might help," one of the maids suggests as he forces himself to consult someone more knowledgeable than him.

"Sometimes, my wife likes a little stimulation to alleviate the pain," a vintner chuckles, winking at Diluc as the word of his helplessness spreads. And suddenly, inappropriate ideas get stuck in his head, making him blush like a young lad in love.

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Taking a deep breath, Diluc raised his hand to knock on your bedroom door. It was terribly late, the servants asleep and only the eery flickering of his candle guiding him through the night. Most likely, you were tugged in and fighting for your well-deserved sleep, so he hesitated, fist hanging in the air before slowly dropping it to his side.

What he was about to do was not only foolish but also filled him with the same burning in his body as using his vision did. He could feel the warmth sweep over him from his head to his toes, the latter curling in his shoes while most of the heat was throbbing between his legs, aching to connect with your warmth in a less-than-innocent way.

However, these feelings were nothing compared to the agony of the last few days.

If this was what he had to do to help you alleviate the pain, he would. If it was for you, Diluc would do anything in his power, whether to protect or help you. If he had to become a mere plaything so you'd be freed of the pain, then his concerns were a small sacrifice for all the good he was going to do.

Brushing his hair back, Diluc took a deep breath, reminding himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to help. If the method the vintner suggested worked, everyone would be happy. And if not, he'd keep searching for ways to free you of the pain. Turning the key in the door lock, he pulled it out before slowly entering your room, ensuring he could give you two the privacy needed in this situation.

To his surprise, you were still awake.

You made a half-hearted attempt at a greeting, but when you noticed it was him, you only scoffed, turning away. It hurt when you gave him the cold shoulder so callously, but Diluc knew you were the one suffering at that moment, not him. He could forgive you for being dismissive of him. Your bedside lamp was still on, and he could see you clutching a pillow to your belly, his own stomach cramping up with remorse, even though, logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. He loved you as you were, the good and bad days, your misery becoming his own much too easily these days.

Setting down the candle on your table, he walked over to you. But not before locking the door from the inside, just so he could give himself a few more seconds before his approach. Every step cost him a lot of discipline, being near you never having been this hard. Even when he looked confident around you, Diluc only ever felt weak. You made him vulnerable. Desperate. Longing for your love and affection was all he was allowed to do, so even just watching your chest rise and fall set him ablaze.

Pushing off his shoes, Diluc focused on the little space you left at the edge of the bed. It was the only space he could see that was reserved for him, as he didn't deserve to share your bed, in your opinion. Yet, when he climbed in, pulling the cover over himself and snaking his arm around your waist, he was enveloped in your scent, your hair tickling his skin as he breathed in deeply. Had he known that heaven was hiding so closely to him, he might not have waited so long to come and see you.

"What are you--" you complained, pushing yourself away from him. But Diluc's hand had already wandered beneath the pillow, feeling the hot water bottle you kept secured there, only to replace it with his palm. He was just as, if not hotter than anything the servants could procure for you; his body temperature naturally elevated from his vision. It wouldn't burn you, but with his hand hugging your lower belly, it was much more effective and fitting than any appliance might be.

And you fell for it, even if just for a split second.

For a moment, you leaned into the comfort of his palm, the pain vanishing in the blink of an eye. Diluc even caught you sighing briefly before you came to your senses, jolting and pushing away from him, only to get stuck inside the blanket and pressed up against him. Diluc couldn't help but grin, having read your actions before they even occurred to you, but of course, this was a serious matter, so he quickly composed himself.

"H-Hey!" you yelled as his hand drifted lower, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He wasn't there to dilly-dally but to be of service. To help you in your time of need. By the time Diluc pressed his lips to your skin and his fingers between your legs, you understood his intentions as well, perhaps misinterpreted, but clear as day.

He was going to fuck the pain away. 

If exercise and stimulation helped others, maybe it would do the same for you. His fingers were met with warm slick, your body flinching when he moved over your clit. Perhaps his calloused hands weren't made for caressing and soft touches but for teasing and stimulating. Judging by how puffy your lower lips were, worked up from days of rubbing your legs together and your panties aggravating them mercilessly, you were in dire need of his help.

"Don't fight it. You're not alone in this," Diluc reassured you as you squirmed in his hold, biting back the salacious sounds of pleasure you were keeping from his ears. You were so mean, keeping every little taste of appreciation from Diluc, knowing how much it meant to him. But he'd endure. Even when your ass ground back against his cock, making it incredibly hard to not focus on his needs as well, he'd put you first in all of this.

When he slipped his pointer and middle finger towards your entrance, a tremor went through your body, a gasp slipping out from between your lips. Diluc never knew how easy it was to get inside another person, greeted warmly and happily by your hole clenching around his fingers.

His kisses became more fervent against your neck, teeth snapping out as he felt like he was losing himself in your scent and warmth. The pushes of his hips against your ass became faster, your cheeks fitting so well around his shaft. You yelled at him to stop, but he barely heard you through the sounds of your sloppy, wet cunt, blood mingling with eager juices to allow him more reach inside you. It was almost as if he could hear them beg for him to go deeper, which just wasn't possible with his knuckles in the way, no matter how much he tried.

Forgotten was the pain as pleasure raked its claws through both of you, and yet, Diluc still heard you whine and sob as he scissored his fingers through your inside. It wasn't enough. He opened his eyes he didn't know he had closed, staring at your expression curiously. All he saw was anger and disgust, your teeth bared and ready to snap, while he could feel your nails digging into his arm. And yet, when he found your eyes, he saw a very different version of events. Lust, desire, longing. You wanted more, and Diluc wouldn't refuse such a request.

Slipping a leg between yours, he pried them apart, spreading you open wide. You gasped, squirming and trying to cut off his access, but Diluc only had to lean back to steal your balance, your body reliant on his while he gained more space on your bed. The hardest part was freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants, the fabric soggy with both your juices as well as his own pre-cum pearling off the tip of his engorged cock.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your wet cunt greeting his eager cock. No imagining of this situation could have come close to the throbbing heat, your walls convulsing around his fingers in eager expectation. Diluc placed his tip against his fingers, planning to slip them out and take the opening to sink into you, but with how wet the combination of blood and juices was, he felt himself slipping away, kissing your clit instead.

And for the first time, you moaned.

It was the sound of angels and everything nice, and he drew his hips back, trying again to fill you with his cock, missing it just an inch. All good things are three, and when he finally plunged it deep inside your pussy, you weren't the only one yowling in pleasure. No matter what he had imagined his first time with you to be, nothing would ever top the mess he caused between your legs, his cock ready to burst as it pulsated violently inside your equally as ready cunt.

He could feel the waves of pleasure going through you, the shudders in your limbs as he began to slowly press forward, kissing the last few inches of his reach. You remained stiff as a plank, but when he pulled out halfway before sinking in deep again, you were unable to keep your mouth shut, an elongated moan making its way to Diluc's ears, letting him know it was the right thing after all.

Immediately, any hesitation fell off him as he dragged his cock out and sunk it back into you. Fingers retreated to your clit, continuing to slip off and assault the little knob over and over while your walls clenched around his shaft, making you feel every one of his throbs and ridges, the heat between you two almost scorching.

Part of him couldn't believe it worked. That he actually managed to help you with this trick. But he'd have been a liar if he said it wasn't a pleasure for him, too. Diluc could never have dreamed about your proficiency in driving him wild, from your hot, puffy pussy wrapping around him to the improper sounds he had never heard coming from your lips before. The blood kept you so wet and loud down there; it was like you were synching your moans with your pussy, sloppy as they were.

It couldn't have been better, a shudder going through you from head to toe, your feet curling as you gurgled. Diluc wrapped his free arm around your throat, pulling you against him and burying his face in your shoulder as you came hard, juices leaking out, red dripping on the clean sheets with the blanket long discarded.

You were gasping for air as he plunged right back into you, waiting but a mere few seconds of yours before pursuing his own orgasm. Selfishly, but unable to stop. Diluc was already too deep in it, quite literally, your orgasm making your inside tight around him, but it posed no challenge with how drenched you both were.

A strained groan escaped Diluc as he buckled, feeling the first squirts of cum shoot out of him before he drew back, popping out of your cunt and covering it in his cum. His tip got stuck on your clit, as his jizz ejected under the pressure of his orgasm, making you mewl as you were once again stimulated. It would be a mess to clean, but it had been worth it.

You two collapsed, spent and dirty, but Diluc slipped his palm back over your lower stomach, rubbing the collection of juices over your soft skin, leaving a red trail. Kissing the side of your head, he was trying to collect his breath and thoughts, barely able to think straight as the feelings of happiness and his relief kept him in a chokehold.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a blissful rumble as he pulled you firmer against him.

But all he was met with was a cold glare and tears in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered instinctively, immediately feeling bad. What had he done to upset you again? Your teeth were biting into your lip as if you were holding back a tirade of screaming, ready to explode.

His cock twitched between your legs, bloody and so, so wet.

"I'll make it better! I promise! I will definitely make it better," he tried to reassure you, dazed with pleasure as he was, unable to see the actual problem with all of this. Your body convulsed in shock as he pressed his tip upwards again, and you gasped loudly as he sunk his inches inside you. This time, he wouldn't fail to make you feel better. And until then, he'd keep going.

All night long, if he had to.

[brittscafe]

Pairing: Shuhei Hisagi x fem! reader

Summary: Shuhei comforts his girlfriend when she has a panic attack, secret relationship.

Request: Heyy, can a request some hurt/comfort with Hisagi Shuhei where girlfriend (reader) is crying and breaking down -> having a panic attack in front of all of the captains and lieutenants and they can't calm her down and then Shuhei arrives and helps her. But everyone is surprised because their relationship was a secret and they haven't told anyone yet. Uhhg im sorry if this is too specific or something but the things you write are just sooo good and im in love with this boii and cant get it out of my head🥺🥺

A/n: Heyyyy!! awww this is cute, ofccc <3 I really loved writing thissss, I love me some Shuhei.

Content: Panic attack, comfort, Shuhei being a soft boy and helping you through a panic attack.

You're surrounded by all the captains and lieutenants, panting heavily and your knees touching the cold ground. Momo's hand is on your shoulder, a sad expression across her face as she gazes up at Toshiro.

Nobody can figure out how to help you, but they are trying to. They are starting to become helpless at this point.

Your hand is clutching at your chest, fingernails digging into your uniform. Eyes focused on the floor below you, eardrums pounding heavily.

Hot tears stream down your cheeks, staining them and your throat strains, aching. Your chest is so tight and pounding, it feels so heavy and there's nothing you can do about it.

Shuhei's strolling along the hallway, turning the corner and about to make it into the meeting room. He runs a hand through his hair as he opens the door, the scene unfolding before him.

His eyes widen as the door creaks open. Suddenly, all eyes are on Shuhei, practically begging for help.

You're a mess, but you're Shuhei's mess. A frown tugs on his face as he walks over to you, captains and lieutenants clearing the way for him.

He kneels down beside you, hearing your sniffles breaks his heart. He ever so tenderly cups your cheek, tears falling onto his knuckles as he lifts your head up to meet his eyes.

"Hi, baby," his voice is a whisper, melting into your mind like butter.

"Hi," your voice is wobbly, stomach churning, but this time a little less tighter than before.

Oh, how he aches for you. Shuhei hates hearing the way your voice breaks, how your face just melts, and how the tears continue to fall from your eyes.

"You're gonna be ok, y/n. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but I promise, you will be ok," his words are gentle and soft.

They speak to you so much clearer than anyone else's. You gaze into his eyes full of love and they smile at you.

"Just breathe, baby. That's all I need you to do for me. Just breathe. I got you," he reassures you, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

Your heavy breathing starts to slow down, almost back to normal.

You can feel the knots in your stomach coming undone as Shuhei holds your face in his hands tenderly.

All eyes are staring at the two of you, whispers and murmurs come from the crowd. Nobody expected the two of you to be together, your relationship has been a secret for months.

You slowly reach out to Shuhei, wrapping your arms around his lower back and burying yourself into his body and chest. Shuhei lets out a muffled chuckle, smiling to himself.

"Have I told you how pretty you look when you cry?" he teases you, earning a tiny giggle from you.

That's what he loves to hear, that little giggle of yours. It makes his whole day.

"No," you grumble out, no more tears coming out from your eyes. He gently rubs your back, soothing you.

"Well, you are very pretty when you cry, y/n. I hate to see you cry, my gorgeous girl. No more crying, ok?" he asks you as you peek out from his chest.

You glance up at him and nod your head, a tiny grin on your face as you look at him.

"No more tears," you bob your head. Shuhei smiles warmly and wraps you up in his arms. The captains and lieutenants whisper behind your back still, although for them, you didn't care about the whispers anymore.

The attack is over and Shuhei helped you through every step of it.

[dilfl0v3rss]

NAH CUZ THIS ONE CAME OUTTA NOWHERE BUT-

painter!Onyankopon 🧐🧐🧐🧐wat do we thinkkkkkkkk

who wanna paint his pretty lil girlfriend up as a bday gift but thingz start escalating-

you ATEEEEE

“you done?” you asked excitedly as you laid naked on the bed. ony sitting in front of you with a chair and painting set while he gave you a petty eye roll. “mama you only been sitting here for ten minutes. what you think?” he sighed, pencil in hand as he sketched your pretty body onto his cavas. your boyfriend was a very talented and well known artist. he’s had his work shown in many different art museums around the world and you couldn’t be any prouder of him.

people have paid unbelievable prices for his beautiful paintings and even more for customs. you’ve been with him through it all and even though you never said it, ony could always see how entranced you’d look when he’d bring you with him as his “assistant” and decided there was no better time to finally let you shine than your birthday.

��m’almost done wit the first part sexy. just need you to stay still f’me so i get get it done and start mixing my colors for your pretty skin ‘kay?” you nodded your head, apologizing for the movement as you sat as still as you could on your knees. back facing him as you kept your head to the side so he could get your side profile. another ten minutes when by and ony was finally done with the sketch. quietly pulling his paints out to mix them together for your beautiful complexion. “red? maybe lighter like orange? ma you know the color of your undertones?” he asked, while holding up the red and orange paint bottles.

you turned your head a little more so he could see your face, quizzical look already telling him everything he needed to know. “can you put on some music tho? if ima be sitting here like this, i wanna at least have sum playing” ony nodded his head before opening your phone and going to the first playlist he saw, but you already know what he chose when poison by brent faiyaz began to play through the speaker on the bed. the sex playlist.

you didn’t mind it though, humming along to the music as ony continued to work behind his large canvas.

as your music played it was suddenly getting harder for your man to focus. hands beginning to sweat at just the slightest glance of your oiled back. ‘wonder if she oiled the front of her body too’ dirty thoughts clouded ony’s brain as he watched you mindlessly move your hips to the music. “stay still mama. you making this hard f’me” he mumbled as he eyed your neck, then your beautiful shoulders down to your smooth back, stopping at the sight of your beautifully brown ass.

before he knew it, ony was slowly walking up behind you. lightly pushing your back down before rubbing with the swell of your ass. “you changed your mind againnn? now how long is it gon take for you to sketch thissss?” you whined, not thinking anything of his actions until you felt his print brush against your bare pussy. “you so pretty mama” his hands rubbed all over your back, letting the oil spread to his fingers and clothes as he leaned down to kiss from your back to your neck. “wanna put my dick in you, jus the tip ‘cause i still got work t’do”

you nodded your head, already in a lust filled daze as you felt him continue to rub against you with his clothed dick. ony lifted you off the bed slightly by the front of your neck. “can i mama? you gon let me make you feel good?” his whispers went straight to your core. legs already growing weak as you moaned out a weak “yes”. with that ony lightly bent you back over, freeing his dick from his sweats before lining up with your wet entrance.

“j-just the tip right?” your voice was small as you looked back at him. a small smirk made its way to his face as he watched your pretty face contort, dick sinking deep into you before he started thrusting at a steady pace. “you know better than to be believing shit like that ma. pussy too good for me to only let my tip fuck” ony chuckled as he listened to you whine into the sheets. hips already moving hungrily so you can fuck him back.

“seems like you agree wit me, don’t you baby? pussy so fucking wet” his pace quickened, making your moans become louder and more frequent as you reached your arm back. not for him to stop, but for him to hold to keep you grounded while he pounded away at your pretty pussy. “feel so good daddyyy…fuck go harder” ony smiled at the action, eagerly holding your hand in his while he started fucking into you deeper.

the both of your voices harmonized with each other as you continued to fuck each other the way you liked. bodies working together so both of you can reach the orgasms you’ve been wanting since you laid your naked body on the bed. “you so fucking sexy mama. got the most beautiful body i swear” his inked hands ran all over your back, thighs and neck. massaging you as he gave you words of love. “no painting can ever be enough to portray how beautiful you are baby. so glad you mine.”

his dick curved just right, hitting all the places you needed to make you a blabbering mess below him. “l-love you so much…so much daddy. happy t’be yours….yours forever” ony couldn’t help but smile as he listened to you run your pretty mouth. your walls sucking him in as you spoke, like the fact that you were saying you were his turned you on even more. “love you more, h-happy..fuck…happy birthday princess. sorry i can’t finish your painting.”

your body was getting to him. strong arm pushing your back down as he squeezed your hand a little tighter. “want you to fill me up daddy” you moaned, the feeling of his dick twitching already telling you that he was going to cum. ony’s brown eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips pistonning into you even harder as he felt his release on the tip of his tongue.

“gotta show you how much i love you right now”

[incorrect-riordanverse]

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

[dynamightimagines]

simple request. Picture kaminari with a stoic Bf kind of like Todoroki. this is like season 3 and its pretty much the bf asking Kaminari for help decorating his room and making it feel more comfortable. His heart totally skips a beat when his bf says they want his help and no one else.

YESYES HIHI I LOVE THISSSS i hope i do it ok !!

Bedroom Boyfs (Kaminari x Stoic! Male! Reader)

When the dorms were implemented, everyone was excited.

More hangouts with friends! More parties! The opportunity of secret sleepovers that Aizawa totally doesn't know about but doesn't care enough to shut down!

But for now, the hard work of making the dorms to each their own was underway, everyone working hard to bring their beloved items to the rooms, Uraraka helping float any heavier items.

You however, had always had the same room style since you were little, your parents just upgrading the furniture as needed as you grew older. No posters, figures, art, nothing.

Seeing everyone else bringing the items that showed their personality made you feel a bit awkward, having nothing to really bring besides clothes and school necessities since the dorms came pre-equipped with beds, desks, and shelves. One suitcase was all you had.

"Hey!" You hear coming from the doorway to the dorms, just behind you. "Need help bringing anything in?"

Kaminari was holding some type of video game console, the wires of the controllers dangling in his arms.

"No, not really." You pushed out the arm holding onto the handle of the suitcase. "This is all I have."

Kaminari made a face, eyes widening in surprise and confusion as he looked at the one bag you had. "Seriously? That's it?" The one bag you carried looking so insignificant to all the bags and boxes everyone else was hauling.

"Yeah," you shifted the bag in your hands. "I never really collected anything, kinda just focused on school mostly."

Your boyfriend looked shocked, no pun intended. He shifted the things he was carrying into one arm, reaching out and grabbing your suitcase from your hands. "Well, I'm still gonna be ever the gentleman, and take it to your dorm!"

You told him where your dorm was located on the floor and followed him to the door.

"Hey, we're only like two doors away from each other! That's awesome!" Kaminari did a little dance as you located your key and unlocked the door.

Inside was equipped with the basics. A bed, desk, dresser, and chair as is standard for all the dorms. Basic curtains blocked a sliding door to a small patio.

"It's similar to my room at home." You walked in, looking at the simplicity of the room.

"Really?" Denki set your suitcase down by the dresser. "This is it?"

You shrugged, turning back to him. "I guess. Never really was good at decorating."

"Well, we can get help!" Kaminari walked over and slapped a hand on your shoulder. "I know some people here are pretty good at decorating! Let's ask them!"

You two left the room, popping into random rooms to see who had the nicest ones and to ask for decorating advice.

"Okay, so Midoriya is a no go, all he sees fit for a room is anything related to All Might." You two had settled into the main living room, sitting on the couch. " Jiro's room looked really cool so maybe her? It was a bit maximalist though, so maybe Tsuyu? Her room was cute!"

"I want your help."

"Huh?"

Kaminari turned towards you, head tilted, encouraging you to continue.

"I thought about it," You fiddled with your hands, looking down at them. "I'm not comfortable with them creating my living space, I don't know them very well. I want you to do it. You know me, you know what I like, and I trust you."

Denki's face lit up like a christmas tree, small zaps surrounding him. A huge smile grew on his face and he felt like he could run out of breath at any moment.

You only trusted him? You only wanted him to help you create a space that's private for only you?

"Of course, only if you want to." You were looking back at him, your face stoic yet a small hint of apprehension in your eyes, worried for if he might reject your request.

"No, of course!" He jumped in his seat, scooting closer to you and grabbing both of your hands, clasping them in his. "I can totally help you find some things for your room! This is will be fun!"

As soon as you guys were given approval to leave the dorms by Aizawa a lot of people headed out, either to grab things for the dorms or simply walk the area to get a feel for their new living space. You two took the time to head to the shopping district.

"So what should we get?" Kaminari walked next to you, shoulders bumping from time to time. "Posters? a cute carpet? A pet?!"

You gave a slight small, huffing a little. "I doubt Aizawa wants us to get a pet."

"Yeah," Denki, sighed, slouching a little. "A cat would be super awesome, though."

"I don't want much. Just a few little things would be nice."

"Okay, keep it simple! Got it!"

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You two got back to the dorms right before curfew, saying small hellos to a few others that were returning as well.

"We didn't get a lot, but everything we got is super awesome!" Kaminari shook the two bags he was carrying. "You're room is gonna be uber cool!" You two got to work setting up immediately, and it didn't take long since you went for a basic approach.

By the time you were done the room was perfect. The desk now had a few little trinkets such as a cute fake flower, a holder for your stationary, and a clock. You got new bedding, your favorite color, same with curtains. Denki helped pick out a nice accent run and you relented to him picking out just one simple poster.

"It looks amazing!" Denki flopped down on your bed, feeling the new comforter. "This blanket is a ton more comfy then the ones they provided, I need to get one too!"

You sat down next to him, taking in the room.

"This is nice." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop petting your new blankets. "I really appreciate this, Kaminari. I wouldn't have even known what to pick out. You did amazing, I really appreciate it."

Denki blushed, flashing his signature smile at you before he jumped up.

"I got one more thing for you!"

He rummaged in a bag that you thought was just full of the tags and wrapping of the things you bought, before pulling out one more item.

"I knew you would say no if I asked you if you wanted it but I got it anyways!"

He held up a plush (your favorite animal), waving it around like a parent would entertain a child. "it's so cute! It reminded me of you."

He handed you the toy and sat back down with you, resting his head on your shoulder. "I think it makes your room complete."

You looked down at the stuffed animal you now held, feeling the material and looking into its beady eyes. It was perfect.

"Thank you." You turned your head to Kaminari, placing a small kiss on his forehead. He jolted up straight.

"Of- of course!" He leaned closer to you, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Kaminari didn't realize it, but that stuffed toy became one of your most prized possessions, cheering you on as you studied and being a silent protector as you held it at night, falling asleep to the memories it brought with it.

EEEEEEEE I am no good at this,,,,, sorry!!! I love Kaminari vvvv underrated boy!!

[iamnot-crazy]

Slight of Hands

Summary: A woman snuck her way onto the polar tang by tricking Shachi and Penguin but Law is quick to realize her antics.

A/N: idk I thought this was fun to write but may or may not continue it later 🤷🏼‍♀️ but if i do it will probably switch to 2nd POV. I was listening to the song Mine by Christina Perri when writing this and wanted a very flirty and sly vibe from this character.

Chapter 2

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Law watched as his two closest crewmates, Shachi and Penguin, staggered to the Polar Tang dragging a beautiful woman beside them. They were full of giggles, waving their hands around as they introduced their sub.

Law's jaw clenched at the actions of his drunken crewmates claiming the sub as their own. When the two spotted the man on the deck, they ran up to him. "And thissss is our first mate Lawwww," Shachi announced, stumbling over his words. Law slapped the hand off his shoulder and glared at his crewmate.

Penguin leaned to his ear. "Captain, please go along. We are trying to impress her."

Law rolled his eyes before looking at the woman they were referring to. She stood tall and clearly not as drunk as the two who dragged her to this ship. Law smirked when he noticed a glint in her eyes, a familiar look. Most women with an innocent facade wouldn't come close to a pirate ship, but Law knew she had an ulterior motive.

The two boys jumped off Law and up to the woman who waited patiently. Excitedly, she followed behind as they started their tour of the sub. Law watched carefully, trailing them just out of earshot. As the three made their way through, Law smirked, proven right by the woman pocketing anything of value they passed.

When they finally left the sub, the woman left with a large, successful grin, waving goodbye to the boys who whined for her to stay.

Law sat on a crate just outside of his sub, a wide shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "So, how long have you been hustling them?" He asked with a snicker.

The woman snapped in his direction, her innocent expression falling and twisting into an evil smirk as her stance relaxed. "About three hours," she laughed. "I will admit, Law, I did need to get a few more drinks in your crew than I thought I would need."

Law stood up. "So you know who I am." He glared at her and she shrugged. "Either way, you might have fooled my crew, but not me." He gestured to her pockets. She feigned surprise, throwing her hands in her pockets only to pull out grains of rice. Law smirked. This whole time he had been using his Shambles ability to switch the valuables she stole with rice of equal weight.

Law watched her expression, hoping to see her look defeated. However, it never came. She began to laugh. "Ah, Law, if only that was what I was after!" She pulled out a Den Den Mushi and it flashed in his face, disorienting him.

Law rubbed his eyes before looking up to see the woman gone. His amused face dropped to frustration. "Shachi! Penguin!" He yelled. The two poked their heads over the deck, "You brought a damn Marine spy on the sub!" The two immediately started shrinking away from his glare.

Law used his power to transport the two to the ground in front of him where they collapsed on each other. "Go fix it!" He yelled, scaring the two to their feet and running down the street.

A laugh echoed from an alley across the way. "Is that what you think I am?"

Law reached for his Kikoku pulling it out of its scabbard. The woman leaned on the wall of the alley, "I guess your not too far off though." She laughed and his head began to swim with theories on who the woman worked for.

She spun around to walk away but Law shambled himself in front of her stopping her in her tracks. Instead of jumping back from the threatening man she leans towards him. She brushed her hand over his cheek. "You're very cute when you're threatened." She laughs confusing Law before she dances around him and kicks him in the back.

Law falls forward cursing himself for allowing her to sneak by him. He whipped around to find her gone again. A whistle from above him drew his attention to the roof of the building where the woman waved at him with a grin.

Law clenched his jaw before transporting himself to the roof behind her. She jumped up and started to balance on the edge. "Who do you work for?" Law questioned.

"Aw look at you finally asking the real questions." she laughed, "Wait hold that look!" she pulled out her snail and snapped another photo blinding him. Law rubbed his eyes and he heard her laugh echo around him, "Oh that's a keeper, you look like a wet cat."

The veins on Law's forehead began to throb with his anger. "Scaple!" he shouted pointing in the direction he last heard the womans voice.

"op you missed." she taunted as Law regained his vision and his eyes danced around the roof unable to find the woman. "Thanks for the information Trafalgar D. Water Law." the voice echoed.

The name she voiced ranged through Law's ears. He has only told a few people his full name how did she find it? His thoughts spiraled and his vision grew red.

"Tack!"

Everything around the roof that was inside his 'room' began to float. The woman yiped as she was pulled into the air off the porched she jumped down to.

"Scaple!"

Law pointed his sword at her chest and her heart popped out of her chest, in a blue cube. The woman tried to grab her heart back but was held in place in the air as the heart floated into Law's hand.

As soon as the heart landed in his hand he dropped everything and the woman landed on the roof. She landed with a thud and a groan reaching for the new whole in her chest. "What the hell!" she shouted at the man who stood triamplely above her.

"Where did you learn that name." he growled.

The woman tsk, "I won't tell." Law looked down at her angrily before squeezing the heart slightly causing the woman to scream in pain and collapse to the ground. She looked up and snarled at the man, "I've been doing my research."

Law frowned not liking the answer and squeezing the heart again, "Where?!" he growled.

The woman screamed again, "Flevance records!" she shouted and collapsed in relief from Law releasing her heart. She looked up with pleading eyes clutching her chest.

The man loomed over her with daggers in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the woman was knocked out collapsing to the roof in a restful manner.

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Next Chapter ->

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A/N: Wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 Chimney my beautiful Cinderella here to sweep Prince Charming off her feet

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 CRANBERRY ILYILYILY

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️buddie wedding don’t be a disaster escape the tv drama curse

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 BAD DECISIONS EDDIE I AM WATCHING THROUGH MY FINGERS

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐 May don’t fight the feelings you got thissss

HEY!

Yesss Chim IS Cinderella! Like it's IN THE NAME.

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 He knows he’s running short on time. He doesn’t want to disrespect Bobby’s incredible generosity by showing up late. But he can’t quite help himself from stepping forward and kissing Maddie again. 

This time, the kiss is longer and a bit more heated. More confident. He can feel the tips of her manicured nails press into the back of his shoulders a little. 

Chim could stay here forever. He wants to stay here forever. 

But he’s on a curfew. 

He pulls away again. “I really do have to go.”

Maddie nods, a little breathless. “I’ll see you soon?”

“God, I hope so.”

She smiles and squeezes his hand reassuringly. 

“Then go. Have a good rest of your shift, Chimney.”

“Have a good rest of your night, Maddie. And, uh, Happy New Year.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.”

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Sorry in advance that the next sentences are my first draft at Cranberry-verse smut (kinda?)

33 for 🦮:

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“I can stop,” Buck offers.

On the screen, he sees Eddie give a very quick little shake of his head. No. He doesn’t want Buck to stop. 

Buck’s stomach is somersaulting. They’re really going to cross this line, then. Trample over the normal order of things that they might have followed, had they gotten that long-awaited date.

“I think you should do something to make yourself feel better,” Buck suggests, more breathless than he expected to sound. 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie shifts his position a little.

“I think you deserve it,” Buck continues. 

“This is crazy,” Eddie murmurs. 

“Do it anyway.”

Eddie shifts again, switching his phone from one hand to the other. Buck can imagine the other reaching down, snaking beneath his waistband. He feels very warm all of a sudden. Eddie takes a deep inhale as he starts stroking himself, and even translated via FaceTime, the effect is overwhelming on Buck. He feels a pulsing need in his own crotch. 

“God,” he mutters. “I wish I was there.”

“I wish it was you,” Eddie breathes.

Buck wets his lips with his tongue. He’s nervous. More nervous than he’s ever been with this sort of thing.  Because it’s a man. Because that man is Eddie. Because it’s been a while. Because it’s finally, finally, the exact kind of meaningful that he’s always wanted, deep down. He doesn’t know. But he wants to get this right.

“I would take good care of you, if I was there,” Buck promises. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter open and closed, heavy-lidded and dreamy. 

“I’d take my time,” Buck continues.

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Uhhhhh definitely NO drama AT the wedding? However...

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Their next call is to the scene of a fire. 

This should not be especially eventful, considering that they are firefighters and all. And, for the drive there, it isn’t. The transit process? Just fine. 

It’s the rest that sends Buck into a tailspin. 

He spends the ride seated next to Eddie, thighs touching. They’re back being partnered together. Sadie earned her shield a couple months back, and has been working as Ravi’s partner since. Buck is pretty proud of her - and himself, for training her. He liked working with her a lot. But he’s happy to be back where he belongs, in terms of workplace duos. 

Buck and Eddie - okay, mostly Buck - talk everyone’s ear off about the house for the time it takes them to get to the fire. They should possibly be a little less giddy headed towards an actual three alarm fire, but at that point, Buck thinks his mood simply can’t be shaken. How naive. 

It is perhaps due to this focus on the house, which is nowhere near the direction they’re headed in to get to this fire, that Buck doesn’t realize what is in the direction of the fire. In his defense, neither does anyone else! Not even Eddie! Even Bobby, who knows better where they’re going, doesn’t put the pieces together. 

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It may not go the way you think for Eddie!

15 for 🩸:

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When Eddie wakes, it’s to the din of Buck trying to be quiet. He’s not an especially quiet person, especially in spaces where he’s relaxed. Maybe months searching vampire spaces covertly have improved those tendencies, but that doesn’t seem to apply to this morning. Buck treads heavily on the hardwood floors, shuffling to change into sweats before joining Eddie in bed. 

Eddie is bone tired. He doesn’t know why last night’s confrontation has taken so much out of him. Certainly, he’s accomplished far more exhausting feats recently. Dealt with much worse. But he feels like he’s been hollowed out, nonetheless. Yet, beyond all that, there’s a sense of stillness. Like some wriggling, writhing dark thing in him has been surgically extricated. The decision he has made has stamped it out. And while the process has exhausted Eddie, he feels liberated. 

It doesn’t matter what he is. He’s going to find a way to live a life that he can be proud of.

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24 for 💐:

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“What?” April demands, when she catches May looking out of the corner of her eye. 

“Nothing,” May insists. “Nothing at all.”

“Look, I know I suck,” April sighs. “I’m not an artist!”

“I didn’t say anything!” May protests.

“I played clarinet in high school! I never took an art class I wasn’t forced to take.” April continues. 

May raises an eyebrow. “Well, you seemed happy enough when I suggested the idea for this paint night.”

April shrugs. There’s a smudge of blue across her right hand, and when she lifts it to scratch her head, a little bit of that transfers to her forehead. 

“You seemed like you wanted to do it, so…”

May flushes. 

“I find painting fun,” she admits. 

“Anything is fun when you’re good at it.” April points out. 

“I’m mediocre at best,” May corrects. 

April rolls her eyes. “Well, you’re the second best here.”

“Second best?”

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Number 16 gets kabedon'd by number 13 and they make out for 10 minutes straight.

I'm Number 16...!

HEEHEE! I'm Number 13!

Oh good god...

How, of everybody in this roster of people, did this challenge manage to roll the gay guy and the lesbian girl!?

Both married, no less.

And practically naked.

Yes, I'm not certain whether or not I should be happy about this. Well,, I don't see how I COULD be happy, but the fact that there's no mutual eroticism involved is...a small plus.

Are we gonna get in trouble with our audience for lgbt erasure?

It's a stupid game, don't think too hard about. MAKE OUT, SCRUBS!

Alright, Taka…let’s…uh, do thissss!

A-Alright...Thank you for being reasonable, Komaru.

*Without much enthusiasm, Komaru leans in and presses her lips awkwardly against his. Both of them immediately grimace, clearly not enjoying it. The kiss is clumsy and stiff, as neither of them really puts any effort into it.

I… I don’t think I’ve ever been this uncomfortable in my life...!

Same, Taka. Same...SSSSSSIIIIIIIGHH...

*Despite their discomfort, they continue the awkward make-out session, both of them counting down the minutes in their heads. The rest of the group watches in amusement, some of them cringing while others try not to laugh too loudly.

They both look so miserable...

Yeah, this game is really getting out of hand.

*After what feels like an eternity, the 10 minutes finally come to an end. Komaru quickly pulls away from Taka, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Ugh…never agaaaain! That was awful!

Agreed! That was…extremely inappropriate! But at least it’s over now.

I need to wash my mouth out with Toko!

Excuse me!?

*Toko jolts as Komaru suddenly jumps on her and slips her tongue in her mouth, far more passionate than a few minutes ago.

I uh...This is...

...What're you waitin' for!? Get the fuck over here!

A-Alright!

*Taka, though not nearly as slovenly, does the same with Mondo.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

ok i admit I've never ventured deep into yandere fanfics but

the hyunjin has got me thinking filthy things, especially the last paragraph, bestie I'm gonna need a full fic

every time he stares at something other than what he's painting for too long, lightly smack his ass or his thigh, reminding him he won't get fucked if his painting doesn't satisfy you

"back to work, slut"

poor, dumb boy ends up drawing another nude of how he imagined you right across your chest although he got fixated on your skin multiple times

he can't even verbally ask you for a response so he just waits for you to comment, what he's painted on your skin is absolutely filthy, you love it, but he can't know that

"very dirty imagination you have there, pretty slut"

"but you didn't it'd be this easy did you?"

spanking him while he's still sitting on you dick and occasionally pinching his thighs or nipples while you suck hickeys into his skin, poor boy tries so hard not to cum, but he can't help it, tears running down his pretty red face

"pathetic" is all you say before asking him to count, if he messed up the count, you'll start over again (spoiler, he messes up)

he's so ruined by the time you stop

"well since you wanna cum so bad that's all you'll do now" the panic is visible in his eyes, he wanted this tho, so he'll take it. like a good little cockslut.

he yelps when you throw him on his back and start pounding into him, he's only able to manage continuous whimpers and occasional whines, not long before he's cumming again, but you don't even stop for a sec before you're flipping him onto his hands and knees and fucking him from behind, he's utterly overstimulated

he cums again, now you ask him to ride you, which he can't manage himself because poor slut is tired already, so you thrust up into him, he's babbling non coherent "too much, too full" into your ear with his head buried into your shoulder, but he's the one who wanted this.

he whining "pleasepleaseplease" he doesn't know what he's saying please for tho, and in a few mins he's cumming again, too far gone to even think, he just let's himself falm into your arms. face test stained, body red and bruised in various places, ass red, purely ruined.

anyway thanks for activating my dacryphilia kink again.

-nyx

this is literally so hot🧍i'm like speechless...i don't think i even can add anything on because this is so good😩☝️💥

i got the original cockwarming while painting idea from a fanart i saw on twt, i tried to find it later on and could not but adding to the yandere context is so 😩😩

and when he's being degraded😩, when he's being called a pathetic slut😩, when he's sobbing and barely comprehendible😩😩, oml your writing is so good😩😩

please write more, i will literally devour every scrap of writing you make

he's babbling non coherent "too much, too full" into your ear with his head buried into your shoulder, but he's the one who wanted this.

AND THIS, THISSSS IS DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL. something about it when they're like "it's too big," or "i can't take it, too full~" like jesus christ, it's so insanely hot-i don't even know what you'd call that but yeah

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

✧⁠*⁠。Big dangerous dinosaur

✧⁠*⁠。Big, dangerous dinosaur ✧⁠*⁠。

✿Ler!Keeho

✿Lee!reader

✿Fandom: P1ece (P1Harmony)

✿Warnings: none

✿Genre: This fiction is about tickling, so if you don't feel like reading it then don't do it.

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You were bored. Sooo bored. Tiktok got boring, no idols were live, no motivation to read a book or to watch a movie. Even your best friend was busy. He was working on a Project for hours and hours now. He technically should need a break.

Hey!

Here comes your idea: You were gonna make Keeho take a break! Tadaaa!! (applause please)

You went to his room silently and saw that the door was open. You looked through it and saw him wearing headphones and focusing on his project.

That was your chance!

You sneaked up behind him, quietly that he wouldn't see you. Then, after a few moments, you screamed as loud as you could and wrapped your arms around his waist. He just experienced the biggest jumpscare in his entire lifee..

He flinched so hardly and fell from his chair to tge floor laying there being completely surprised and startled.

After a few moments, when you started giggling, he realized what was going on. He took some deep breaths and looked up to you. His eyes looked playful bit a but angry too.

You couldn't gell but giggle a little more by his angry look.

"Y/n!!" he yelled playful, standing up and taking place on the chair again.

"Yeahhhh?~" you asked innocent.

"Whyyyy" he couldn't help but laugh too. You giggled and said "Bcz i was boreeeeeed"

He gasped dramatically. "Whatt??" Then he smirked. Well, that was pretty cute tho. What's with your outfit?" he looked you up and down.

You looked down at your body and realized that you still had the cute dinosaur-pyjama on it!

Well... But you had also a head band with bunny ears on your head...

"I like it" you said, feeling a bit hurt and ignoring the 'cute' in his sentence.

"Cute little bunny" He smiled innocent.

"Hey!" you said, pouting.

"What heyy~?" he smiled.

"I'm neither cute nor a bunny!" you pouted.

"Aww, but you are!" he smiled more.

"No, I'm not!!" you pouted more.

"Then, what are you?" his smile grew even more.

"Hm...a... big, dangerous dinosaur!!" you smiled content after that.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"You? Big? Dangerous? That's too hilarious" he said in between his laugh.

You pouted and turned around, crossing arms and ignoring him.

He stood up and stood next to you.

"Heyyy" he said smirking.

You still ignored him.

"Hey?"

Ignoring.

"Bunny!"

Ignoring!

"Ahw come on, ignoring me now, are we?" he smiled. You still ignored him, turning away from him.

He smirked behind your back. Then he poke your side to distract you from ignoring him. You jerked away and let out a little squeal.

"Ahw, that was cute!!!" he said excited-mean. He did it again and again, you jerked away every time he did. Plus squeals...

"Heyy c'mon stop thissss" you pouted, trying to supress your smile.

"Nu-uh. This is way too fun" he told you and continued poking you.

He did it for so long until you fell backwards to the bed, laying there kind of helpless, him over you.

"Aww, look at this little cute tiny ticklish bunny over here" he smiled down at you and bowed forwards to be near to you.

You tried to crawl away but no chance, as soon as you tried to escape he softly started tickling your tummy and sides.

He was scratching and spidering and scribbling all over your midsection what made you squirm and squeal and giggle so much.

"Naaahahaha Keeho nohohoh" you tried to stop him but no chance, he was way too fast and strong for you.

His hands kept making you laugh and squirm until tears came to your eyes.

"Pleahahahase stooohohop" you begged and he smiled.

After like another minute he finally stopped, sitting next to you.

As you got your breath Back, he pulled you into his lap and hugged you.

"You're still my little cute bunny tho" he whispered and you hugged him back.

"You're cute too, do you even know this?" you whispered back.

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A/n:

Okayy my First fiction for a few months now... It's 10:45pm now when I'm writing it... Hope you like it tho! It's a bit short, I know...Sorry for that! Anyways...Habe a good day guys, lawb yaa <3

[justanamesstuff]

about everything! lol like do some one shots or sth 🥺

Aww I love you guys <3

Well, I can expand my thoughts about Matty, Arthur's friend and Ruth open her mouth about Mel haha because that's what I thought about today. PLEASE SEND ME IDEAS BECAUSE THIS GIRL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW ABOUT OR IFFFF YOU WANT MORE ABOUT ALL I NEED 😂

Back to the family...

Arthur was around 13 years old, he made a really nice group of friends that hang out on the house most of the time. Matty and Y/n knew them very well, and she always brought food when they have their little gatherings...which all of them love very much.

One Saturday, Matty was on his studio and Y/n went upstairs to bring them some drinks and snacks. Arthur is very embarrassed about the looks his friends send to her mother. He knew she's beautiful, but she was his mom and hated when his friends made comments. They were aware and mostly do it on porpoise.

Y/n closed the door of his son's room, hearing a muffled 'your mom is so fit' which made her chuckled and continued walking. The sound of an object hitting the floor of Arthur's room reached her ears after it.

She made her wait towards Matty's studio room. Y/n opened the door slightly just to check if he was too busy. She knocked, and he turned around.

"Hey."

"Hi, baby." he greeted her.

Y/n went to stand beside him, but Matty was quickly to push her into his lap. She gasped and rounded his shoulders, bringing her face closer.

"Working?" she asked.

"Just finished." he mumbled, leaving in a kiss on her lips.

"Good, I just came from Arthur's room...are they bothering you?"

"Not really...have my headphones on." Matty caressed her back, titling to look at her face, her eyes.

"Guess what?"

"Mhm."

"I'm a milf now." Y/n smirked, making him opened his eyes wide.

"Excuse me?"

"Heard one of the kids saying I'm fit."

Matty faked standing up, still holding Y/n, "Okay, I'm going to kill a 13-year-old. Be right back!"

"Matty!" she chuckled. Matty returned them to the previous position.

"How they dare to look at my perfect wife..."

"What can I say?" she joked.

"Mommy!" the youngest of the house ran into the studio.

Y/n turned around on Matty's lap, looking at her. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked her 9-year-old daughter.

"Archie doesn't let me play." she whines.

"Oh, what a horrible brother." Matty exclaimed, gaining her attention. Ruth's face changed instantly, having her father's attention. Y/n tried hard to not roll her eyes. They had many conversations about him continued to baby her even when she was that old. "Come here, my darlin'."

Ruth ran to sit on his lap, on the other side her mother was sitting on.

"Why he's not letting you play?"

"He says I'll not understand the game." Matty turned to look at Y/n as if Arthur had said Ruth was Hitler.

"Mat-" she started.

"I'm going to talk with him latter." he promised her, bringing her closer to his chest. "What about Mel? Where's she?"

"She's not home." Ruth sit back, smiling at Matty.

Her father frowned and Y/n started to feel warm. "What do you mean, Ruti? I saw her two hours ago..."

"Mathilde Ruth..." Y/n tried to stop her, but she was Matty's female version.

"Mel is out with her boyfriend." she said in her innocent voice.

Matty stared at her, trying not to freak out. "Boyfriend?"

"Yes! I meet him, he's nice...he gave me candies!"

"Of course you like him."

"Ruth, remember this was something between Mel, you and me?" Y/n ignored Matty's eyes and grip.

"Oh, no..." she placed her hand on her mouth dramatically.

"Y/n, Mel has a boyfriend?" Matty asked directly.

"Matty...you have to ask her, I'm not going to betray her trust-" she started to ramble.

"Y/n." he didn't shout, but he was angry.

"Baby..."

"Don't baby me. Just say yes or no."

Y/n hesitated and just nodded. "Oh fuck, no." Matty exclaimed.

"Matty!"

"Daddy!"

They scolded him, but his mind was in another dimension.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS

[tiredcatboysinc]

A change in plans

I don't have anything funny to say... .3.

ao3

There weren’t enough curse words in the English language to describe how horrible this day was, unfortunately, the only other curse you knew was ‘bitch’ in Spanish. To top it off; you didn’t even know if you were saying the damn word right, you stopped taking those Duolingo lessons within the first week… It must have been funny to the people walking by, witnessing you hunched over muttering “Punta… Fucking… Bitch ass…” under your breath angrily as you walked. The day had started fine, with everything going as planned. Everything was going according to the plan you had set it to. Which of course never ends well, if you’ve been told what’s going to happen you know to prepare for it to get ruined. 

Still, against your better judgment, you mapped out the latter half of your day. The date… The date that Allan had so nervously, and adorably, asked you on. It was going to be the highlight, you were so sure of it. Knowing Allan he would take you to an actually decent place, the thought alone made your heart swoon. You thought about all day what you would wear, if the clothes you had would be suitable. But now, all you wanted was a nap.

The sound of your heartbeat pounded through your skull, your migraine continuing to steadily build. God, you might just throw up in that ditch right there… Shakily, you pull your phone from your pocket as you near your apartment. Shaky breaths pooled in the air, throat becoming unusually dry as you dial Allan. While you stood outside your apartment complex, rocking on the heels of your shoes, you hoped Allan would cancel himself; just to save yourself the heartache. You wanted to go, seeing Allan was going to be the highlight of your day…

“Hello?” Allan’s voice rang through the phone, jolting you from your daydreams. Nervously you cough, chuckling hoarsely. “U-uh, hey, Allan…” He sighs as you speak, already aware something is up. Both of you were too good at reading each other, having been around each other constantly over the years as coworkers. Allan knew when you were upset, he knew when you didn’t want to do something. 

In turn, he knew when you really wanted to do a thing… but just couldn’t. “Do you need to cancel?” He questioned, forcing his voice down a pitch. You shifted on your heels, a blush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I… I really don’t want to, but I have a god-awful migraine and I might throw up if I don’t lay down soon.” Another of your signature ‘God, please, fucking kill me now’ nervous chuckles escapes you, eliciting a hum of understanding from Allan. 

“It’s fine, I understand. I’d rather you go lie down than force it.” You could almost hear the blush on Allan’s cheeks, making you smile a little. For a moment you both sat in silence, silently attempting to come up with a compromise. Neither of you wanted to cancel, that much was obvious. A hum of aggravation grumbles your throat, your brows knitting together tightly 

…

..

.

Well, if you didn’t want to go out then why didn’t he come in? Your brows shoot up, a small gasp coming after. 

“Hey! Why don’t you come over? We can have a little movie date or something…” You giggled, grinning happily. Though, you soon realized Allan couldn’t see said grin. A short hitch of embarrassment caught your lungs, pulling a nervous cough from the back of your throat. A hum of faux contemplation slipped from Allan’s lips, his smile slowly forming. Already knowing his answer, Allan prolonged the response; wanting to hear how it’d get a rise from you. Softly, he clicked his tongue as if he wasn’t sure; eliciting a short huff from you. While crossing an arm beneath your chest you grumble, a small pout worming its way onto your face. 

“Allaaan…” You whined childishly, ducking your head as you whined. “Come oon, don’t do thissss… I’m literally standing outside my fucking apartment complex…” As you grumbled embarrassingly Allan chuckled, sighing in a slightly dramatic tone; you could almost hear him roll his eyes. “Alright, I’ll be over in a few minutes. Just go get comfortable, I don’t want your migraine to get any worse…” He hummed lovingly, hanging up the call before you had a chance to respond. 

Stupid critter… Always getting the last word… 

[mrs-monaghan]

https://www.tumblr.com/mrs-monaghan/717429147598749696/im-kinda-confusedcurious-about-something-weve

I saw this and had to reply! Ok so i feel like there is so many things we as I-army are not taking into consideration.

1: Reason For Tae’s Actions: Now it may seem very unlikely to us I-Army but it is possible that Tae really has no alterior motives with his recent Jk name dropping! It is very possible that he is just very excited about the fact that he finally gets to spend good quality time with Jk after they grew apart some years ago! Nothing he has ever said has in anyway implied he and Jk could be more than friends to anyone who is reasonable! Compare the things Tae says about Jk and the things Jimin use to say about Jk. Very different! Tae will tell us stuff like he was playing games with Jk, or that him Jk and some friends had a drink or that he was supposed to travel with Jk etc! Think about it. Are those not the same things you will tell people about you and your besty’s activities? Tkkrs are the ones who like to read alot into every little thing! Tae tells us Jk recommended a song to him, Tkkrs go listen to the song, analyze the hell out of the lyrics and say that was TK coming out! How is that Tae’s fault? Now for Jimin, Jimin told us Jk hugs him to sleep, He promised to go to the moon with Jk, “hyungs may think Jk is only a donsaeng to me”, “we haven’t showered yet”, Jk comes to my room 3 times a day, i want to go on a date with Jk, i want to go to the beach with Jk holding hands, Jk showers for 50 mins, Jimin also explains Jk sleeping habits saying things like “he starts by opening his mouth like this, then he goes like thisss, then be does thissss” Jk give me a kiss etc! Do you see the difference? Everything Tae says is withing friend/ besty levels but Jimin actually says alot of things which don’t need any analysis! The only reason some Jkkrs are upset about Tae’s name dropping is not because he actually says anything that implies him and Jk are more than friends, it is just because by constantly name dropping Jk, that gets the cult riled up an they start coming up with their ridiculous theories!

2:They might not be as aware as we think: Also, it is very possible that these boys are just not aware of how bad things are on the I-army side! Why do i see this? Now go watch the TK vlive from 2020, the carnation Live, on that Live, Jk sees Taekook and he yells out “Taekook” excitedly and then Tae goes Taekook? Looking a lil confused and then Jk tells him “they say we are Taekook”! Now they coined this names themselves years ago, but we had actually never heard them refer to themselves as Taekook b4 this live, so u might ask “if they made the name, why did it look like they couldn’t remember it? Well that is what is seemed like! Tae was clearly confused about the name so Jk had to tell him “they said we are Taekook” when he could have said “don’t you remember our name Taekook”? See the difference? It’s possible that they had forgotten because I don’t see why they would have reacted like that if they really remembered the name! So from this, i think they may know that their ship is the biggest in the world but they just don’t how bad things are on this side! Their SM might be curated to viewing and interacting with mostly korean and maybe Japanese fans! Jikook is the biggest ship in Korea, reason why they have Jikook themed restaurants or cafe’s in many places but you wouldn’t find a single Taekook themed Cafe, there are ofcourse Tkkrs in Korea but they don’t ship them as lovers, not after Tae’s get out of ur imagination anyway! It is just pple who love their bond and friendship but Jikook is what most koreans know. There is no way Jk will be fully aware of all the hate that Jimin gets because of TK and not do anything about it! No way! Even Tae, there is no way he will be aware of all the chaos his name dropping does and still continues! Tae is mysterious but I don’t think he is an evil person cuz only a truly evil person will do that!

3: Like Shaz said, perception: TK are just not perceived as a couple by a majority of koreans! There is literally NOTHING they do that could make koreans perceive them as such! They have hung out alot lately yes, but how does that make them a couple? Friends hang out alot! Jikook have hung out alot alone and with others, spent alot of couple holidays and holidays in general together, spent birthdays together, worn matching outfits on couple holidays, their tones with eo, their mannerisms with eo, them being spotted together alone eating at odd times of the night, etc! So when you compare the two, u see that TK really don’t do anything that could make koreans percieve them as a couple! Just Jk sitting in the comfort of his home and doing a Jimin centered Live thew K-army’s into a frenzy! That says alot!! Even the Jk is Taehyung’s wife Joke you said you saw on TV is just that, a joke! At the premiere Jk did look like Tae’s wife, with his hair and shyness and all😂😂. It’s the same way back in the day, koreans used to call Jimin Jk’s mom because of the way Jimin took care of Jk like a mother takes care of her child! Did that mean Jimin was actually Jk’s mom? NO!

So Tae and Jk being themselves is not in anyway calling for any attention on them because Koreans know and understand their relationship! Also even though you don’t want to hear it anon, TK can hang out as much as they want without fear cuz there is NOTHING to hide! Absolutely nothing! The government can dig all they want, sasaengs can dig all they want but they won’t find anything incriminating!

Now this might be an unpopular opinion but i still think i should mention it! I don’t really think Jikook are laying low because of the military! I really don’t! I don’t think they are laying low at all! This is just jikook in hibernation of sorts! It was different before because we always had content but not now! If they were laying low, Jk wouldn’t have done that Jimin centered live, if they were laying low, Jimin wouldn’t have hugged Jk like that in that BTB they just wouldn’t! Jk wouldn’t have replied to Jimin’s “I Miss U” on weverse and he definitely wouldn’t have spammed Jimin’s live with all the comments! When u think of these, u see that claiming that they are laying low doesn’t make sense! This is jikook in a state we haven’t seen b4 cuz we always had content! It’s different, unfamiliar and strange but it is them! Jimin doesn’t really seem to be hanging out with anyone these days! Seems he is getting his most deserved rest after working hard for 10 months on his album! It is also possible that he is still a lil busy with work we have no idea about! We all had no clue abt Angel part 1, and we don’t know what else he may be working on! Jk on the other hand is in his going out phase! He shouldn’t lock himself in just because Jimin doesn’t want to or isn’t able to hang out, thats not how healthy relationships work! He can hang out with other pple as much as he likes to and then go back home to Jimin or meet him when he can!

If anyone has really paid attention, JM and Jk together have never really been the two who like going out alot! Over the years we have seen them out a few time but lets be honest, where? We saw them on the streets walking, waiting for a taxi, at the train station, at the movies, ice skating etc, and they told us they both prefer to chill at home and Jimin really hasn’t been in his hanging out streak for the longest time! We have only seen him out when he absolutely needed to be, maybe for like supporting his friends or loved ones, or for work! Unlike Tae, Jimin really hasn’t just gone out with friends for bowling, musicals, concerts,ice skating in a good while! Its been way too long he did stuff like that and i think we forget this sometimes! Also, if u were Jimin and Jk, I would u rather hang indoors where u can be free to do what u want or would u rather spend all ur time out where u can’t really be urselves? Think about it! Jikook have always been home bodies, they used to spend alot of time in eo rooms or they go out to little discreet restaurants to eat or drink! That’s it! Tae is more the flamboyant onw who likes winning and dinning out but Jimin prefers the more simple places! So i really don’t think they are laying low! They are being more cautious for sure, especially with all the stalking going on especially with Jk but I wouldn’t say they are laying low!

You've made alot of sense anon, i'm not gonna lie. Let me first quickly applaude that.

Especially in terms of Vminkook and the fact that they may be missing the I-army hate train. While we dk if that's truly the case, I can admit that its highly possible.

Now, here is why I think they're laying low and how I think it might be partly because they were told to and partly because they also agree to some extent.

First of all, its established JK doesn't like when the company tells him what to do. Right? Clearly they're supposed to go live only after its been approved and JK is not supposed to drink when live and he does both those things. Then more or less says "what are they gonna do, fire me?" Then we have the GCFs. Say what u may but JK stopped doing them because he lost the passion for it along the way. And the reason this happened was because his GCFs turned into work. Suddenly BH was using him to promote summer packages, their trips, etc. Basically BH took over, it started feeling like work, it needed to be approved so JK couldn't even do what he wanted, and so I think he just said "fuck it." And stopped. I'm not speculating btw he said it himself

Then we have Jimin who used to be the king of twitter. Most active member and who did he used to post the most? His bae.

And the bigger they got, the more attention it ganerned and suddenly Jimin just stopped. When they were young Jimin said what he looks for in a girlfriend, is someone who loves taking selfies because he loves taking selfies. He said his future girlfriend must be willing to take lots of photos. And which member does he have hundreds of photos with? That's right. JK. So for him to just stop doesn't make sense to me. So I think he was told to tone it down or stop posting JK so much and so he was also like "fuck it. If I can't post what I want then I ain't posting, period."

What I'm I getting at? I think the company may have asked them to lay low.

Why do I think they're laying low? Because if they weren't they would be back to sharing cars and being spotted everywhere and they wouldn't be going out to eat at midnight and they would just be as loud as they were in the past. Yes, the invasion of privacy does also have alot to do with it. Someone stealing Jimin's mail is no small thing. They were after something. There's always someone after something. So Jikook have to be even more careful now because if anything gets discovered things won't be good for them inside.

"But Shaz, JK did a Jimin live" "But they've been commenting on each other's lives" I hear you. I do. But a) we've established JK will do what JK wants and b) Maybe sometimes they get tired of hiding and decide to be defiant a little bit. Who knows? It must suck to go from showing the world what u mean to each other to doing essentially nothing. Like 100 to 0, there was no in between. I can't see them being happy about this. Even if they agree its for their own good.

They each have their own places but I wouldn't be surprised if they're not living together 24/7 like in the past. I would bank on that actually.

Guys, you'll remember this in 2025 when they go back to normal and this isn't the case anymore. I'm telling you.

Y'all have already noticed there's specific pairings that are being pushed by the company. I keep going back to the Busan ad which btw has 105M views. Fucking hell

But how is it not strange to y'all that they used Suga and not JK? BH had to problem pairing Jikook in the past. Heck, they loved to capitalise on their chemistry. But when it comes to promoting Busan they use Yoonmin? Really? Instead of the two members who are actually from Busan? Make it make sense

Same people who did this

Suddenly don't wanna use the Busan boys to do a Busan ad. Yeah... okay.

Anon, we can agree to disagree on the laying low thing. But something smells fishy to me.

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(Cute family fic incoming~)

Atreus and Calliope huddled together in their room as a loud clap of thunder shook the house. Lightning illuminated the dark sky outside, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The two siblings were terrified, their hearts racing with fear. They had never experienced a storm like this before, and they didn't know what to do.

As another thunderclap echoed through the room, Atreus looked at his sister with tears in his eyes. 'I'm scared, Calliope,' he whispered.

Calliope nodded, also trembling with fear. 'Me too,' she said quietly.

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. It was their father, Kratos, who had come to check on them. He could see the fear in their eyes and knew that they needed comfort.

'Come here, my children,' Kratos said, holding out his arms. 'You don't have to be afraid.'

The kids ran to their father, burying their faces in his chest. Kratos wrapped his strong arms around them, holding them close.

'It's just a storm,' he said softly, rubbing their backs. 'It won't hurt you. I'm here to protect you.'

As the thunder continued to rumble outside, Kratos began to sing a song from his homeland in Greece. His deep, soothing voice filled the room, calming the children's fears.

Atreus and Calliope listened to their father's voice, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. They closed their eyes and let the music wash over them.

After the song, Kratos made cups of warm milk with hone for his children, adding cinnamon to make it extra special. They sat together on the couch, sipping their drinks and watching the storm through the window.

As the night wore on, Atreus and Calliope grew sleepy. Kratos carried them to their beds, tucking them in and kissing their foreheads.

'Goodnight, my dears,' he whispered. 'Sleep well.'

The children smiled sleepily, feeling comforted and loved by their father.

Omg Anon I love thissss. This... This is too cute to handle!