#and hes coddling his gf once again

[enemy-to-the-state]

[Who Do You Comfort?]

<OPTION A>

Or: <OPTION B>

waiting for your response...

waiting for your response...

waiting for you- Looks like you chose <OPTION A>: Your Girlfriend!

Congratulations! [Your Girlfriend] will once again be rewarded with copious amounts of attention while [Your Son] wonders why he was even born!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine Jason or Dick being jealous or pissed over Damian being a thirdwheel/cockblocked unintentionally with their gf lmao

That would be a funny sight to see. To make it worse, their gf loves spending time with Damian, viewing him as a smol tsundere cat-looking child that they want to kiss or nuzzle his cheeks whenever he's present lol. Of course with his consent.

Jason felt as though Damian had it out for him sometimes…

He couldn’t explain why as during the times that he did interrupt a sweet moment regarding you and him, they were few and far between for Jason to think that Damian was doing this coincidentally, but it happened too many times for him to count on one hand for it to not be apart of some grander scheme of his.

You however disagreed with that statement but Jason called you out on your bias towards his younger brother, meaning that your opinion was invalid.

You warned him that you wouldn’t cuddle him for a week if he tried that shit with you again…Jason was quick to concede to your demands because he honestly couldn’t live without your cuddles. But that didn’t change the fact that he truly believed that Damian not so secretly had it out for him, and it drove him to near insanity that he couldn’t prove it to you because Damian always acted prim and proper within your presence, clinging to your side from the moment you enter Wayne Manor up until you had to leave; all the wile acting like a demon spawn with him.

‘You feeling sleepy there chipmunk?’ Jason uttered softly upon noticing you trying your hardest to stay awake while mid-way through reading his book.

‘You’re being too comfortable Jaybirdie. I’m naturally going to fall asleep on you eventually.’ You murmured, snuggling closer into him to leech off of his warmth, pushing your head up so that it went from resting on his chest to resting against his shoulder and looking into his eyes. ‘Can I have a kiss?’ You asked. ‘What’s the magic word?’ Jason teased and when you pouted, he only chuckled and rested his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours. ‘I’m joking sweetheart, you can have all the kisses you want.’ He speaks lowly against your lips and just when he was about to kiss you, another voice spoke up from across the room.

‘Todd, l/n.’

‘Fucking- Jesus Christ.’ Jason flinched away from you and his eyes settled on Damian, who was stood at the end of the plush couch with a book of his own in hand, and asks. ‘Damian, what’re you doing here?’ You gave Jason a harsh nudge in the side along with a warning glare, only to visibly brightening upon seeing Damian. ‘Hi Damian! Don’t mind Jason he’s being a grump, would you like us to make room for you to sit down?’ Before Damian could get a word out you were already looking towards Jason and he groaned as he begrudgingly shifted to the other side of the couch.

‘Thank you l/n, I don’t know what Todd would be without your influence.’ Damian said as he took his seat in the space made available between you and Jason and cracked open his book that was filled with detailed descriptions of artists such as Claude Monet, John Constable and Jan Van Goyen just to name a few. ‘Unbelievable.’ Jason scoffed, looking anywhere other than you and Damian, impatiently tapping his finger against the arm on the couch for every second that Damian overstayed his welcome.

You however were thriving on the time you got with Damian as he showed you some of his favourite artists, telling you why that was while also information dropping interesting facts about art in general; You weren’t well versed in art and you weren’t claiming that you were but you silently thanked him for putting it into words that you could easily understand without feeling too out of your depth. After all it wasn’t very often that you visited the Wayne Manor but when you did, Damian was often the first -if not only- family member you wanted to see first and foremost.

‘You coddle him too much.’ Jason complained once after seeing you tightly hug Damian upon finding out he had come home from clearing a particularly dangerous mission all by himself. ‘I do not!’ You rebutted, crossing your arms. ‘Uh hate to break it to you chipmunk but you do in fact coddle him.’ Jason insisted, not liking the fact that he now had to share your attention with the little shit. ‘Then let’s ask him then.‘ you looked at your side where Damian was leaning against, minding his own business as he petted Alfred the cat’s black fur while the feline looked close to falling asleep. ‘Damian do I coddle you too much?’

Damian hummed as he looked into Jason’s eyes with a deadpan expression and said. ‘No you don’t, Todd’s just being jealous.’ And just like that he went back to petting Alfred the cat without a care to see the murderous look Jason was shooting him, all the while you were non the wise and were thrilled at the fact that Damian out right admitted to enjoying your company.

‘Isn’t he just the sweetest thing.’ You said to Jason who was gritting his teeth. ‘Oh ain’t he just.’ He spat and Damian smirked as he rested more of himself against you just to hear Jason growl. This was going to be a long weekend.

Dick Grayson didn’t mind Damian joining you at first, he even encouraged it purely out of the idea that Damian would get accustomed to your presence- thinking that it would form a bond between you- but Dick would soon learn that it would ultimately be his undoing.

‘Dick! Stop!’ You squealed as you poor attempts to push him away were dismissed as his hold on you tightened, pulling you further against him as he briefly put a stop to his bombardment of kisses to make a face of thought.

‘Hmmm let me think on that…I don’t think I will.’ He said as he continued to pepper kisses across your face to his heart content, all the while purposefully avoiding kissing your lips much to your growing dismay as you tried to steal at least one kiss from his lips, only to find yourself being unsuccessful in your many attempts.

‘Close but I appreciate a good attempt.’ Dick teased, pressing a kiss to your nose before cutely rubbing his nose against yours and choosing to keep his face close to your own, his lips becoming a smirk. ‘Though if a kiss is what you wanted, all you needed to do is ask and I would’ve happily obliged.’ He chuckled and pulled his face away when you tried to lean in for a kiss. ‘Stop pulling away.’ You whined and Dick couldn’t help but find it infinitely cuter when you tried to reach out to him, only for him to kiss the back of you hand before intertwine your fingers.

‘Then ask me to kiss you.’ He said. ‘Ask me to kiss you and then we’d both be happy.’ He adds on, not wanting to reveal how desperate he was for your sweet, sweet kisses just yet. However fate had other plans for him when Damian burst into the room and you had immeditly pushed Dick off of you so hard that he landed on the hard flooring of his bedroom.

‘Damian!’ You cheered. ‘How’s my favourite Wayne doing today?’

‘Your favourite?’ Dick groaned as he got up, rubbing his aching back as he looked over at the two of you, pouting. ‘I thought I was your favourite.’ Dick felt a little betrayed that you would easily discard him for his younger brother like you did, but knew that you meant nothing by it other then just raw excitement at seeing his younger brother after so long.

‘I’m doing well.’ Damian replied, giving you a small smile as he welcomed your tight hug before looking over at his older brother who looked like a kicked puppy. ‘Still putting up with Grayson and his dramatics?’ You dramatically slumped your shoulders. ‘It might as well be considered my full time job at this point.’ You joked, smiling upon hearing Dick’s gasp of disbelief.

‘I’ll have you know I am a delightful person!’ He defended himself, crossing his arms and looking away from you both. You and Damian shared a look. ‘Yeah a delightful pain in my ass.’ You whispered under your breath as you looked back at Dick while Damian smirked. ‘Are you still pouting?’ You asked.

‘Obviously!’ Dick exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air, ‘tonight was meant to be date night. Our night.’ He said, somehow managing to pout even further as he continued to glare as the opposing wall as though it had personally insulted him just now. ‘I’ll make it up to you so can you please quit with the dramatics.’ You said but Dick didn’t move and only huffed in response, showing that wasn’t good enough for him.

‘Wanna go for a walk Damian? Maybe that’ll help you with the lack of inspiration for your latest art piece?’ You then brought your attention back to the young man with the emerald eyes as he visibly perked up at the offer. ‘I could go for a walk.’ He replied and just before leaving the room he casted his eyes towards Dick. ‘What’s about him?’

‘Yeah what about him.’ Dick said sarcastically from his corner, causing you to look to the ceiling with a disbelieving smile upon your lips. ‘He can come but only on the condition that he stops being pouty.’ You said and for a minute it was silent until you felt a pair of strong arms at your waist and his face buried in your neck. ‘Only if we can go back to our regularly scheduled date night.’ Dick muttered against your skin. ‘Without Damian.’ He adds and you rub your hands over the back of his reassuringly. ‘Certainly my little dickie bird. No need to get jealous of your little brother now. It’s not a good look on you.’ You teased him this time and dick groaned. ‘Only when you stop encouraging his behaviour.’ He said.

You scoffed. ‘Says the one who was all for us having a bond.’

‘And I’ve learnt my lesson.’ Dick retorted. ‘There’s only room for one person in your heart and it’s me and I’m not sharing.’ You cooed as you pressed a kiss to his temple. ‘Careful there, you almost sound possessive.’ You taunted him, having way too much teasing him and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

‘So what if I am?’ Dick asked.

‘Then I’d say that you have nothing to worry about,’ you reassured him, picking one of his hands from your waist and kissing it before allowing it to go back to your waist, ‘you’ll always be my number one dickie bird.’

It was sad that date night didn’t go to plan but by the end of the night you, Dick and Damian were fast asleep on the couch with Dick flat on his back and holding you against his chest, while you held Damian against your chest and Damian cuddling up to the both of you and holding onto you tightly; deathly afraid of letting go but his grip going completely slack upon falling asleep.

[fiendishfables]

Hiii cookie bookie pookie bear, I was wondering if you could write for my short king again (lucifer)! Babyboy is short but how will he be with a gf/wife that is shorter than him! Rahh so cute ♡

Lucifer x Shorter S/O! Fem! Reader

Headcanons

warnings: fluff, short people jokes, Lucifer being an emotional dork and lover

words: 664

a/n: sorry for the lack of fics, I've been super busy and have had no motivation recently! Thanks for 300+ followers, I love y'all!

First of all, it's very rare that Lucifer finds anyone shorter than himself, so you'll have to excuse the literal squeal of excitement he emits the moment he sees you

When you first mention your romantic feelings for him, he had a field day

Someone like yourself, being so beautiful AND short, liking HIM?

He swore it was like being back up in Heaven again

Definitely never misses a chance to make a short joke, despite his own height misfortunes

The internet aided him in coming up with originals

"Hey, how's the weather down there?"

"My golly, it really is the little things in life that matter, isn't it darling?

You have attempted to bite his ankles a few times

Don't worry, if his jokes somehow ends up hurting your feelings, he will be quick to apologize and coddle you for the rest of the day

He is usually very ecstatic whenever you ask him to get anything for you off of a high perch; his chest literally swells with pride that he finally has someone who can come to him for that sort of stuff

"Oh, that old thing up there? No worries, my love. Step aside, step aside now."

Ends up having to get the kitchen stool

But by then, more often than not, it ends up with neither of you being able to reach it, not even with the help of his cane or the stool

Results in him having to get either his daughter, or the spider pornstar he usually tried to avoid if possible (mainly result of his intimidations due to his height, but he was a friend of Charlies)

He will physically deflate if he can't fulfill a need/request you have for him; it crushes his spirit

Likes to put his arm on your head whenever he stands next to you

Its a symbol of both his affection for you and his desire to playfully irritate you

Says you make a good armrest

He only got the satisfaction of saying it once though, because you kicked him harshly in the shin after

He thinks you are just the cutest thing when you're mad; he likes seeing you yell at other people, especially Alastor

But if you yell at him instead during these times, he will go wrap himself up in a blanket and have a breakdown on his own time

You wont see him for a good hour or two; he's off sobbing in some random corner

Eventually he will resurface and request your attention, which you gladly provide him with, apologizing and telling him your words were only humor based and not meant to be taken to heart

Lucifer is already such a sensitive soul, he claims you are turning him to mush by just being the cutest thing to ever behold him

He can't fathom the idea of ever making his precious lady mad at him

Loves getting you funny t-shirts and stuff that have short people jokes on them

Almost always insists on being the big spoon when the two of you cuddle

He's finally taller than someone for once in his life, okay?

He gets the chance to feel like he is effectively protecting someone, this time by covering them with his body like a shield; this has never happened before

Let him have this one victory; he feels accomplished, the poor baby

No one can deny that he has tons of fun with you, as he now gets to be the one who feels all high and mighty

Your height is an ongoing topic throughout the relationship

He often forgets that he himself still only stands just above five feet

He once even tried to fight Alastor because you genuinely make him feel like he's a 7ft giant

Safe to say he came back to you with his tail between his legs, feelings hurt, and still a whopping 5,2

But with you, he may as well have been standing on top of the world

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explict

Tags: ANGSTFEST, infidelity, Baratheon!reader, Targaryens always have a seat in the cuck chair, Sorry Aem you'll get big titty goth gf soon not big titty disloyal gf, pregnancy sex, WHO IS THE FATHER?, Criston’s delulu and the biggest baby in the world, tiddy sucking, lap riding, the chain and short hair is sexy, pnv!sex, crispy cremepie, crying, sad ending :(

Song in title - ‘Days Go By’, Sean Nicholas Savage

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“Was it worth it?”

Criston frowned. He thought you looked at home astride his lap. Your ringed fingers ran across the chilly golden hands clasped around his neck. He shivered— as if the sigil of his station were attached to his body. Everything felt wrong in this quiet moment.

Aegon was nearly dead and forced through one dreamless poppy sleep after another. The maesters were not sure he could survive the Dragonfire. The Green army made a clear statement and killed a formidable foe at Rook’s Rest. Aemond took on the title of Prince Regent, living out his dreams of ruling the kingdom.

Yet Aemond’s fiery Baratheon wife, you, were here in Criston’s arms. Your hand didn’t move from the chain, eyes locked onto his own. Criston swallowed, guilt rising in his throat. He knew you should be attending to your husband, the Prince who was the closest thing to a son he had. Instead, you sought him out.

“I asked was it worth it?”

Criston huffed, “I don’t know…yes. We still have Vhagar, the Hightower host with Daeron and Tessarion from the south. The Westermen are trying.”

You smiled without mirth, petting his shorn hair, hand on his bearded cheek. Criston looked agonized, weary, almost fearful. His wide brown eyes flicked away. Perhaps you should be attending to Aemond. You liked him too, but you’d long fallen for the marcher between your thighs.

A brief period with Criston as your sworn sword during the engagement had linked the pair of you on a frighteningly deep level. His presence was constantly at your side, a handsome man at your beck and call. You’d grown enamored with the knight— regardless of the strife at court, his oath, and the fact you were promised to another. There was a kinship in lacking a dragon, Crownland outsiders, and mutual feelings of bondage by station.

Aemond took many a trait from his mentor— imposing warrior, sharp of tongue, and never forgot a slight. Both men were regimented and pious, devoted to their faith, and their duties. Yet they’d play dirty, and crawl outside the lines of morality to get their way. Somehow that helped you bond with the serious prince.

You languished in the engagement period, Ser Criston informing you that the prince took your maidenhead seriously. At the time you were hoping enough complaining would drive Ser Cole to action.

Aemond had discarded you after a…heavy session of kissing and petting. He ended up gasping and holding a hand out, declaring he took his vows to the heart. On the other hand, Criston folded after a month or two, sturdy hands up your dress, fingers sliding into your neglected cunt. The kingsguard was guilty and mopey, yet desperately craved your touch, as much as you desired his.

It was a vicious cycle. Feeling guilty from deviance, fucking it out, coddling each other about said deviance then ending up fucking again.

You’d thought he’d break away once you were properly wedded to Aemond, discarding you out of shame and fear. The marcher was moody for a couple of days, eventually being seduced when you knelt and swallowed his cock in an alcove after your husband had upset you. Criston was a sight with his lean thighs trembling, sculpted lips hung open with soft noises, praising you helplessly.

Aemond’s guttural grunts and muffled curses had you satisfied in a vastly different way. He did the job, rough and thorough, the possible evidence laid between you and Criston. It was the subtle swell of life in your stomach. Alas, Aemond had begun filling your womb at the break of war. Likely before the horrid death of Prince Lucerys.

Criston’s dark expression softened as one of his gloved hands palmed your stomach, covered in regal yellow velvet. You stuck to your house colors, preferring shades of yellow to green. The Lord Commander asked, “Do you think…?”

You weren’t sure. He didn’t quite do a good job pulling out before the wedding. He was jealous and angry, especially if Aemond had spent some of his time with you. The kingsguard was reassigned back to Queen Alicent, now severed from constant contact. You remembered Criston’s hands bruising your hips as you barked for the man to ‘pull out, on my stomach!’ He made it about halfway, frantically painting half inside and out of your cunt.

“You’re mine, mine, mine,” he’d half-sobbed.

“You’re changing the subject. There is no telling. Likely anyone would know until they got older. Baratheons come out with black hair. The queen has brown eyes, and Borros is the same. It wouldn’t be shocking,” you looked down at his hand, “There’s more of a chance of my babe being yours if that is what you’re wondering.”

Criston’s eyes didn’t match his slight pout. The man was proud deep down, under all those layers of remorse and responsibility. You placed your hand over his and gritted, “I fear the outcome of this war. I’d more like to end up with a dead lover and husband. A child with no father.”

He snatched your chin, brown eyes shining with unshed tears. Criston growled lowly, “Don’t speak of things like that. We shall win this damnable war. Rhaenyra and that vile Daemon shall die,” the marcher added in a softer tone, “I will be there for the child.”

“Do you not think of absconding?”

His rough hand swept back to caress your inky hair, lips twisting uncomfortably. Criston bit out, “No. Not anymore. My fate relies upon the family that saved me.” His lips moved to your neck, kissing softly, battle-worn hands holding your neck.

“I think of absconding, ah, lest they send me to a black cell.”

Criston murmured angrily against your neck, “Then you ‘retreat’ to Storm’s End. I know your father has no love for Rhaenyra’s claim. Stop. You’re going to make yourself go insane.”

“You make me insane, Criston Cole.”

“I love you,” he pouted, that delicious pity filling his pretty head. You leaned forward to kiss him, soft tits and that slight bump pressing against his loose garments. He wasn't wearing his armor— a simple shirt and dark pants. Criston sighed, head tilting, one hand in your hair, the other sliding down your back.

He groaned soft and sweet, sharing innocent kisses that turned deeper and darker as desire grew. You readjusted on his lap, annoyed with the damn bump. Custom murmured, “When I return, I'll get to see my darling doe all buxom and glowing with my child.” You shivered, pressing your lips into his, lapping into a warm mouth.

Criston’s hands wandered freely, caressing your belly, moving up to grope your tits. He pulled away to breathe teasingly, “Mm- your tits will be gorgeous, you're already blessed as is. He pulled down the hem, exposing your sore chest. You couldn't help but moan and grind on his thigh, squirming with the lavish attention.

“What shall you name the child?” He hummed before sealing his lips around your nipple. Your hand grabbed his shoulder, heaving a soft breath at the flicking of the marcher’s tongue. You stammered, lashes flitting, “Some-thing Valyrian I, fucking smith’s balls, suppose. If it’s a girl, she shall have- Criston! Shall have my mother’s name.”

The man pulled off with a wet pop and smirked, moving to the other budded peak. You cursed and moaned as his fingers plucked at your slick nipple. You gripped at that damned chain of hands, arching into his eager mouth, rutting against his hard thigh. Your shift wedged between your legs was growing damper by the second, sticking uncomfortably to your folds.

Criston groaned and squeezed to the point of pleasure-pain. His soft brown eyes gazed up, mauve lips swollen. The knight still held your tits, thumbing idly. He croaked, “You’re beautiful. I love you,” tears welled up in his eyes, “We shouldn’t do this anymore.”

You knew Criston wasn’t wrong, thumbing a tear from his pretty face. It had been on your mind too. Exhaling softly, you kissed his other fallen tear, tasting the salt. You spoke in a low tone, fearful you may cry, “I know. We shan’t. I just want you to be there.”

Both of you knew Aemond’s pride would be shattered. He was erratic enough to have both of you beheaded and then fed to Vhagar. The prince’s wife fornicating with his surrogate father. It would be another blight next to his title of ‘kinslayer.’ This had to end before they marched to Harrenhal.

“I’ll be there, I promise.”

“Then let us enjoy ourselves a final time, hm?”

Criston inhaled sharply, nosing up along your throat, hands raking up your dress. He muttered, “I suppose if the bitch did it with no repercussions, you can too. To think how much I hated her bastards.” You let him ramble on, hands working off his loose shirt, eyeing the way his gold chain and necklace glimmered against olive skin and dark chest hair.

You shushed the man as your hands grabbed the strings of his breeches. In a soft voice, you replied, “Fate has a way of coming full circle. Do come back alive at the least.” He frowned again, nibbling on his lip when you eased his stiffened prick out. “I will miss this though, do you truly think we can stay away from one another?”

The knight moaned as you pumped him a few times, index finger swiping off his pre, your lips closing around the pearlescent drop. He blabbered, blinking dumbly, “I don't know. For now, this is the last time. C’mon love, you're all wet, need you.”

You smiled as he held up the dress— your hand guided the blunt head of the cock to your dripping entrance. It was an easy slide downward as your hands clasped his strong shoulders, gasping as his cock stretched and filled your cunt.

His dark lashes fluttered, thighs flexing underneath you as he groaned long and low. He held your waist, one hand periodically resting on your tummy. You took his swollen mouth, gently lifting and dropping your hips. The pair of you panted and desperately grabbed at each other, tongues intertwined, whines leaking out of tight throats.

Criston’s hips began to meet yours at a faster pace, fucking moans out of you. He grunted, “Gods— I fucking love you. Thinking about you, us, even if from afar. I shall crawl back if I have to.” You rolled up tight against his frame, forehead plastered to his cheek.

It was barely a whisper.

“I love you too. Very much.”

You realized you were wetting his skin, tears falling as you rode him harder. Criston gently moved your head up, hips stilled while peering in concern. It was an odd occurrence for you to shed tears. His face twisted in sympathetic pain as he asked ”Doe, what are you fretting for?”

Criston’s breath hitched as he took your lips again, both hands cupping your face, calloused thumbs swiping away tears. The chair creaked as you found leverage on your knees, riding him faster and faster— escaping the pain in your heart. He cried out, lips sliding against one another.

“J-Just, don't stop, make it feel real,” came the breathless beg.

The Hand, the Lord Commander, the Knight, the steward’s boy from Blackhaven. Criston Cole sorely missed being the young Knight from the Marches right now. He whimpered at the clenches around his pulsing cock, silky cunt gripping him as you bounced. He felt the hard bump of pregnancy, cock twitching at the visceral reaction it gave him.

You tossed back black hair as Criston pinched and squeezed at your nipple, wetly panting as you took the reins. The man’s eyes scrunched shut as he whined throatily, hand slinking under all that yellow velvet to circle your button. The electric stimulation and his swollen girth had you whining and choking out his name, arms locked around the tan neck.

“Fuck…jus’ like that, close Criston,” you mewled.

He was babbling lowly, likely sonnets of praise and devotion. The pair of you were much too gone to properly kiss— more panting and pressing messy lips wherever possible. Criston bucked up as he thumbed upward roughly on your pearl. You bit down on the meat of his shoulder to keep from howling.

Only the sound of heavy breath, the chair squeaking, and the tell-tale slaps of two bodies writhing filled the room. His free hand dug into your cheek, glossy dark eyes watching your furrowed brows and flushed face. You could feel his prick twitching and swelling more, Criston was close.

You were along with the knight on that razor-thin ledge, thighs and cunt quivering. His incessant touches to your bundle brought more pricks of hot tears to your eyes, mournfully whining, “I love you, fill me up this time, wan’ it.”

“Ah- nuh- love you- oh fuck yes,” he groaned.

He snapped first, hot breath fanning over your cheek as he curled forward, hips and chest following, thick ropes of spend filling your already stuffed pussy. The feeling had you shaking and clinging to your lover, thighs given out as he thumbed you over the edge.

You came apart in teary inhales and erotic little sobs on the exhale— sharp and whiny. Criston growled under his breath as your pussy milked him some more, balls forced to push out just a little more, toeing that painful pleasure. He felt ragged, bleak, spent. He wanted to carry you to bed.

You smoothed out his hair, eyes brimming with tears, a painful smile on your face. You needed to leave now and get cleaned up before bed. Before Aemond barged in here asking to discuss the battle. It would have been better if he carried you to bed or a bath.

He took your lips once more as his bigger hands eased your frame off of his softening dick. Your lover’s molten seed leaked from your sore cunt. Ever the protector, he fussed over your state, hands fixing your dress, asking little questions. It stung like a manticore when you pushed Criston’s lovely hands to get him away.

“No more sweet knight, I need to get going. We must refrain now. I can't go around looking like this.”

Criston frowned and repeated himself, “I will be back. I promise.”

“I love you.”

He watched your trembling form exit his chambers in the Hand’s tower. He got up, stepped to the door, then stopped. Criston stifled his sob, locking the door instead. The knight would drink and sit with his thoughts. It was only right for a sinner destined to fail and take others down with him. He grit his teeth and swallowed down the nearest spiced rum bottle, fingers curled around those damn gilded hands.

[princessbrunette]

thinking ab their pretty little gf w a not so stellar home life comin back to the chateau in tears, tryin to explain what happened but she's simply just a blubbering mess. the duology of jayj who's ready to give your old man a taste of his medicine vs daddy!john bee who's a little more levelheaded n thinking rationally. saying smth like 'just wanna forget' would have those two jumping to your aid - 🍓

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“yup, i’m gonna kill him. murder him in cold blood.”

“you are not going to kill her dad, jj.”

whilst the blonde paces, developing a routine of yanking his cap off his head, running a hand through matted tresses before placing it back on— john b, the more level headed of the two kneels by your side, a gentle hand on your back.

you’d been crying, infact — you cried all the way to the chateau after an explosive spat with your terrifying father. it just didn’t feel fair, how can some people have the privilege of feeling totally safe and welcomed in their own home, by their own family — but you had to suffer? you felt in despair, just wanting everything happening outside of the chateau to stop.

“dude i’m tired of this asshole actin’ like — like he can just mess her around and scare her, look at her john b she’s scared!” jj rages, trying to bring his voice into a whisper-yell despite you being right there, stopping his pacing to direct his anger at the brunette by your side.

“i know, but right now you just need to calm it down. i doubt she wants you to go all john wick on her dad. sit down.” your face is in your hands as you weep, so you miss the way john b’s eyes widen in warning to jj, a silent message for him to quit acting out. the blonde licks his lips, shaking his head feeling like he was totally justified, but he does as he says regardless, lowering himself to sit at your other side.

“how ya holding up, princess?” he finally speaks, scratching the back of your head like a puppy. you remove your clammy hands from your face, staring down at them once they hang in your lap.

“s’just not fair.” you rasp, and you feel john b nodding at your side. you daren’t look at him, his large concerned puppy dog eyes sure to set off your waterworks once again so you look at jj instead, almost looking for solidarity. if anyone understood your home life situation, it was him.

his brows are all creased up sorrowfully and he presses his lips together, thumbing the freshest tear that dares to race down your cheek. you feel john b rest his chin on your shoulder, wanting you to feel his presence even when you didn’t face him.

“what can we do?” his warm voice rumbles right in your ear.

at first, you don’t know — and that look of hopelessness in your eyes almost cracks jj’s heart in two. he knew from experience how shitty it felt— but seeing it from the third person perspective was almost worse. he would take a million beatings from his dad if it meant no one was to ever lay a hand or throw a venomous word in your direction. “anything, babydoll.” he reiterates.

as fucked up as it is, having two male figures at your side— two who you’d like to think held a comfortable amount of authority over you, a small slither of the hole that was left in your heart from your daddy issues was filled with a warm honey-like feeling. maybe your emotions were all fucked up and out of whack, or maybe you just really appreciated the comfort — because you felt that warmth spread lower at the way they coddled you.

“i just wanna forget. wanna forget it all happened.” you whisper, and at first they don’t get it. well, they do— but not in the way you mean. john b’s hand creeps up to massage at the back of your neck, trying to relax you as he nods, frowning as he tries to piece together what he can do. always the fixer.

“okay, we can do that. what… specifically do you—”

“i need you.” you turn to look at him now, faces close, breath mingling. “i need you both to… make me forget. just don’t wanna think.” your whisper holds a tinge of an oncoming mewl to it and their faces melt in understanding.

“oh, baby.” john b coo’s, catching on and you feel yourself physically already starting to melt at the tone.

“that mean what i think it means?” jj’s breath is at your neck, fingers sliding up your arm to the strap of your tank top. slowly, carefully.

“please jus’ make me feel better.” you slur like the effects of a drug are finally kicking in, the two boys seeming to close in on you more by the minute.

“alright baby. daddies gonna help, okay? gonna make it feel better.” john b cups your cheek and you wring weakly at his wrist, pulling his palm to your wet mouth where you press kisses to the warm coarse skin, a silent plea to follow through.

jj’s mouth follows his touch next, a kiss on the junction between your neck and shoulder, wisps of blonde hair sticking out the front of his cap tickling your cheekbone. “i should’a known that’s what you were after, you want that head all empty don’t you mama?”

like that, you’re putty in their hands.

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[luveline]

oK HALLOWEEN REQUESTS?! BET!!! GET THIS, STEVE WHO KEEPS HEARING SCARY NOISES IN HIS HOUSE AND HE CALLS READER (his gf) TO BE LIKE DUDE THERES A FUCKING GHOST and it’s a cat who got stuck in his attic or something 🥹

ty for requesting ♡ you and steve go ghost hunting. fem, 1.1k

Steve's waiting for you. Front door open, your boyfriend stands in his pyjamas with a leather jacket thrown over the top, hair ruffled but adorable, one pant leg tucked into his sock and the other dragging on the floor.

"Planning on a quick getaway?" you tease. 

Steve hangs his head. "Whatever, just kiss me." 

You love him even if you tease, using the door jam for extra height as you tip your head back to kiss him. With the way he kisses you can't be expected to abstain, hot little crescent moons of touch pressed softly to the seam of your lips, like the very beginning of a heavier kiss. It distracts you, and you forget why you're there. 

"'M being haunted," he says against your mouth. 

"Right," you remember. "You sounded hysterical on the phone. I thought maybe you'd been spiked." He rolls his eyes. "Hey, it happened once before!" 

"Just come listen. It's a weird thumping." 

"Maybe there's a guy living up there," you suggest, taking your shoes off by the door. 

Steve takes your hand gently, his words much less coddling, "Sure, there's a man living in my attic. He comes out when I sleep." 

"Well, don't scare yourself." 

"It's fucking weird. It's definitely a spirit." 

"Like that vampire you saw last Christmas." 

Steve leads you upstairs to his room, where he encourages you to get comfortable. You take off your jacket and your bag. You'd brought pyjamas, figuring Steve's phone call to be an invitation rather than a real ghost hunt, but you'll save them for afterwards. He looks comfortable, and he smells nice as you drop your face into his arm. 

"Listen," he says, bringing the forearm of the arm you're snuggling up to stroke whatever skin of yours he can reach, "it'll happen again. It's constant." 

"It's maybe a burst pipe." 

He shushes you, not unkindly. "Just listen." 

On the phone, he'd been dramatic enough that you assumed this was a cute ploy to see you. You'd felt quite flattered —Steve doesn't seem to realise how much of a catch he is, so his flirting is over the top, and it really keeps the crush alive even while you're dating. There's a fucking ghost, dude, you need to come over right now. 

Really? I thought your parents bought the house new? 

Baby! Don't make me beg. And don't make me die alone. 

You tilt your head to one side and listen hard for his promised ghost, an excuse to be in Steve's space more than anything. After a few dull seconds of silence, you turn forward and offer him a smirk. "You don't have to make stuff up for me to come over. I would've come to see you for no reason." 

"And while I appreciate that," he says, his hand moving to your face, your cheek to his palm, "there's really, actually a ghost." 

You look up in tandem as a strange sound echoes from above Steve's bedroom. It can't be a person, the weight doesn't shift loud nor close enough for footsteps, only groans in one place before creaking further toward the door. 

"Oh," you say. Steve squeezes your cheek. 

To get into Steve's attic you have to build a precarious ledge. He doesn't have a stepladder and the attic itself has no fold down, nor a ring pulley. "We don't go in there, the house is big enough already," he explains, lugging his TV stand under the attic opening. "This is barely tall enough to get up there." 

"Maybe you can boost me?" you suggest, though the idea of being that far up doesn't sound enticing. 

"No way, it's dark up there. If one of us is going to be killed by a ghost, it'll be me." He kisses your cheek and hops up onto the stand with impressive dexterity. You grit your teeth. "And besides, you don't like heights." 

"Steve, is this a bad idea? What if it's an owl? It'll attack you." 

"It's not an owl," —he grabs at the attic tile and pushes it in, grunting as he pulls the weight of his upper half inside with it— "it's a ghost, beautiful." His legs disappear into the attic. You can hardly see him. "We should've found a flashlight." 

"I can go look?" 

"I'll be fine, probably."

"Stay away from the hole! If you fall and break your back I'll have to work two jobs and someone else will have to give you sponge baths–" 

"Why do you actually sound worried? I'm not going to fa– Holy fuck!"

A huge thunk. You huff out a worried exhale, asking, "Are you okay? Stevie?" as you climb onto the TV stand and peer into the dark attic. 

"I'm okay! I'm gonna come back, don't flinch." His face appears in the opening. "I tripped over something. It's weird, you won't believe me, but the floor is wet in here. There must be a leak in the roof."

"Be careful, Steve, please," you murmur. 

Steve leans down in the gap to kiss your frown. "Sorry. I'm being careful. Could you bring me some towels? I'm gonna clean this up." 

You throw him a couple of towels from his laundry room like you're shooting shoddy hoops, laughing at his worse catching. The floor moans as he cleans, but there doesn't seem to be any ghost now that he's investigating. In fact, the house is very, very quiet. 

"Did you hear that?" Steve asks. 

You shiver. "Don't mess around!" you call, though you're not mad. "You're giving me goosebumps." 

Steve goes quiet for a little while. You chew on your lip, consider standing on the TV stand again to climb in after him, but ultimately stand frozen under the gap, waiting. 

He says something too quiet to hear. 

"What?" you ask. 

Your response comes unexpectedly, a little white face held by two bigger hands from the ceiling, and a frankly earth-shattering yowl. 

"Look! It's a cat!" 

"I can see." 

"Take him, take him!" 

You take the cat even as he hisses at you, holding his claws as far from you as you can manage. Steve huffs and puffs as he slides his way down, the TV stand wobbling ever so slightly as he closes the attic and hops down onto the floor. 

"He's aggressive," you say, wincing as the cat hisses again. "How big was the leak? I mean, how did he get up there?" 

"I told you already," Steve says, attempting to pet the cat and dodging a well-aimed claw, "he's a ghost." 

"Very funny, H. Now, um, what are we gonna do with him?" 

"...I was hoping you'd know." 

"I guess you have a pet now. Congrats, babe." 

[daichiduskdrop]

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Chapter 07

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings:

Words: 3639

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie

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The man's hands felt warm on your body, hugging you close to his chest. You could hear his heart in your ear, but your soft whimpers and sobs were louder.

The first to get to you was Hobi, who immediately went to your curled-up form. His arms were quick to also wrap around you, your back now warm and protected.

„Yah, what happened, Jungkook-ah?!” His voice had a pissed-off undertone to it. You were doing quite well the whole day, as far as he heard, and the photos Jimin sent to the group chat also looked happy and sweet, your small smiles warm and genuine.

When the youngest didn't reply immediately and you went to turn to the older, your hands reached for his neck. Right away, Hobi paid attention only to you, his warm palms picking you up and holding you to his chest. He didn't have time to say anything before the others came around.

„Kitty, baby, what happened?” Quickly asking you, Yoongi took one look into your worried and teary eyes and recognised the look all too well. Whatever went down at the mall when they first met you has happened again.

He wasn't a pro at comforting; he definitely wasn't that. But since he already had a bit more experience with settling an omega, which was really only you and his family neighbour, he didn't take much time to step in and help.

When he was younger, the family he lived with at the time used to have a neighbouring family pack that had an omega boy. He was only about a year or so younger than Yoongi, and so when the alpha presented at his 15th birthday, the second gender of his neighbour was soon revealed too.

A lot suddenly made more sense—the sudden states of anxiety, random panic attacks, or stressing for no good reason. He wasn't necessarily too friendly with that boy; Yeong-Su was always just a bit too shy for that. Even when the two family packs met up, they hardly talked—until one evening, during the New Year's celebrations, the omega had one of his first drops.

Such things are sadly just too common; simple things can bring them, and for the person who experiences them, they are more than terrifying. Often times, they can end up terribly.

Yoongi was the first one to notice the weird smell Yeong-Su suddenly carried. So when he got the opportunity, he led the omega away, asking him what was going on. The younger boy only burst out into tears, not being able to speak for a few long minutes.

The alpha was reminded of that smell when he was on his way to the liquor store with Jimin at the game shop, only to be abandoned after a few minutes. He wasn't too interested in new games like his younger packmates were, and so he decided to refill his own personal mini fridge.

He was very glad now that he was in the mood to drink back then; it brought him down to the bottom floor of the mall, where he smelled that scent once again, quickly realising what was going on.

Now he knew it was the same aroma once again, and there wasn't much he could do about it. There weren't many ways to settle upset omegas; it was just troublesome sometimes. Often, it was easy to cause bigger damage instead.

Coddling you, Hobi started to softly shush you in your ear, his voice once again gentle and light. Your face was buried in his scent gland, right at the junction between his neck and collarbone. His soft skin felt nice and cool against your warmed-up, tear-stained cheeks.

Letting him help you wrap your legs around his waist, he was quick to hold you securely against his chest, not wanting to even think of the chance of you falling. Yoongi sighed at how you looked, and he lightly patted your head.

„It's alright, my kitty. Just breathe for now. We will get through everything together from now on, yeah? Alpha got you, sweet baby.” His eyes were soft, warm, and calm. Even if he seemed quite alright on the outside, he could feel his heart beating quicker than usual.

Lightly nudging Hoseok towards the seats, the other man looked at him with a bewildered expression.

„Just sit with her for now. There is no use in standing around like this; it won't help. Just go get the food.” Looking at the others by the end of his sentence, he realised that, with how worried they seemed, they weren't about to move much further from you.

Forming a human wall around you unconsciously, the alphas stood tall and protective around the booth. It might even look a little silly to an unknown eye, but if you dare to walk a little closer and the heavy omega scent hits you, you will quickly understand.

Namjoon stood completely opposite you and Hobi, his back turned to you as he watched over every single person in the food court. His eyes were sharp and quick to notice any sudden movements. So when a different alpha went to pass by through the booth corridor they were in, he didn't take any time to get into action.

He knew deep inside that the random stranger didn't really mean any threat, but with how his hair fell unnaturally deep into his eyes, oily and unkept, he felt the sudden urge to protect his pack. It seemed a lot stronger than any of his naturally calm auras, so he didn't hesitate.

Taking a few quick-paced strides towards the shorter alpha, he stood in the man's way.

„Back off, man.” The guy almost bumped into the pack alpha, his eyes widening slightly. Looking up from the phone screen he seemed to be on beforehand, his brows furrowed a little. Measuring the other alpha up, the stranger went to push around his shoulder and continue on his way, but Namjoon was having none of that.

It was his pack's omegas that wasn't feeling well. Whoever this guy was, he just didn't seem to get the message.

Stepping to the side, he stood in his way, standing tall and protective. He didn't want this alpha to see you in your vulnerable state. That just wasn't something he would allow.

If you had a drop, then it was something very vulnerable for you to have happen. After you come back from your sudden mindset, it will feel too uncomfortable for you to know that someone you didn't know enough about might have gotten their scent on you slightly. That could have you dropping on them once more. definitely not what they wanted to go down.

The strange man sucked in a breath, about to start an argument. He really didn't have time for this, and it was stupid. But just then he caught the lightest whiff of the scent surrounding the table.

Quick to understand, his eyes grew a little wide. Mumbling a light curse word, he looked back at Namjoon.

„Yea, just... go the other way.” He didn't ask in a polite way; there was no reason for him to do so. He wasn't requesting; he was commanding. Nodding slightly, the other alpha pushed through the plastic chairs and went on with his day with no further issues.

Namjoon didn't move until he got the stranger out of his sight. When that happened, he didn't take long to rush back to his pack, quick to attend to any of your needs.

You were held close to Hoseok's chest, your face angled away from them. The man was mumbling small shushes in your ear, rubbing your back, and combing his fingers through your hair occasionally. He took the seat furthest from the opening, naturally taking you the furthest from any possible danger.

Yoongi stood close by, rubbing at your face and cheeks with his hands, the wrists cleverly held close to your nose. 'He is trying to calm you down with his scent gland', Namjoon realised, moving closer to you.

His big palm took up almost the whole back of your head, cupping it gently in a soft embrace. His body stood tall to cover you fully from any bystanders.

„Pup, it's alright. Don't cry, you poor thing; you are making Alphas all sad, see? What happened, sweetheart? What did Koo do? I'll beat him up for you, little pup. What do you say?”

The threat at the end of the sentence was mostly meant to be lighthearted, unless Jungkook, of course, messed up purposefully. If that was what happened, the pack alpha wouldn't hesitate to reconsider. He was sure his youngest packmate wouldn't do such a thing, though.

You didn't really answer; only a soft whimper left your throat, and Hoseok brought your face back closer to his neck. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi crouched down next to you, well, as much as the space allowed. There wasn't a lot after all.

His palm rested on your hip, lightly patting it from time to time. „Hm? What is it, sweet kitty?” His voice was unbelievably soft and comforting, and your body went unconsciously lax at the sound of all the alphas coddling you.

Softly chuckling at the change in your earlier tensed-up muscles, a gentle, gummy smile appeared. Untucking your face from Hobi's neck, you looked down at the alpha, who was only a few tens of centimetres shorter than you now.

Meeting his eyes, he watched you with patience and care. Wiping at your teary eyes, your fist was left wet. Before you had time to rub your face again, your hand was quickly pulled away from it.

Your fingers intertwined, and your small palm immediately felt a lot warmer. With the smallest gasp, you looked up at Namjoon, his dimples showing fully. „It's really not good for you, small pup. Don't do that.”

Feeling shy, you went to cover back into Hoseok's inviting neck, but as you were about to fully rest against the crook, you were once again interrupted.

„..No, no, no, baby, kitty, look at me now. Hm.. aren't you just the cutest little thing? Look at you..” Mumbling, the alpha wrapped his warm palms around your cheeks, wiping off the tears that must have stopped only a few seconds ago with his thumbs.

He smiled at you, and your eyes stayed glued to his smile. Your grip loosened on Hobi's jacket, but he still made sure to hold you close. Reassuring you about their presence is a very important thing to do in such situations.

„Aigoo.. Yoongi has a nice smile, doesn't he? Here, go cuddle with Hyung for a second, my cub.” Passing you to his elder, Hoseok went to help the others that had disappeared earlier to bring the earlier discussed food.

Taking a seat back on the couch, the two alphas gave you their full attention. Placing you on his lap sideways, one arm around your soft waist, the other holding your head close to his collarbone, facing his neck.

Namjoon pulled your legs over his lap, letting your feet covered in the snow boots dangle off the side of his masculine thighs. Patting your calfs over the fabric of your pants, the alpha watched over you, only occasionally glancing away when he smelled someone passing by.

Taehyung hurriedly packed a plastic tray held by him, filled to the brim with different foods. Behind him briskly walked Jimin, his strides longer than they usually were. He held four big refillable cups in his hands, propping them up against his chest so they wouldn't fall.

Placing the tray in front of you and the two other men, Tae took a seat next to Yoongi. Quickly sliding to the right of Namjoon, Jimin followed soon.

„Here, babycheeks, I got you the orange chicken you wanted to try out, yeah? Don't be sad anymore, small baby; here, let me blow on it for you. It will cool down soon, hm?” Pulling the plastic recyclable plate from the tray, the alpha took a spoonful of the orange-coloured sause, a small piece of meat, and a bit of rice before he took it close to his lips, blowing on it softly.

Next to the pack alpha, Jimin started unpacking all four straws, putting on the lid covers, and pushing them in. Taking one, he put it right before you. „Drink up, princess; it's a green tea milkshake; it should be very tasty. The nice lady at the checkout recommended it.”

With one hand holding onto Yoongi's wrist, your other hand is outstretched towards the tall plastic cup with the panda logo. Taking the straw between your lips, you took the smallest possible sip, not feeling too hungry at the moment.

It tasted well—sweet but nice. The alphas all waited with bated breath, watching your reaction closely. When you pulled away from the drink immediately, they took it as a bad sign.

Quickly taking the cup from you, the pack alpha was quick to taste the drink himself, checking if anything was wrong with it. It didn't taste too off, so his worries about the milk being expired or something similar were quickly washed away.

„What lady? I'll go have a word with her.” Yoongi muttered under his breath, looking towards the Panda Express restaurant, his eyes sharp. You obviously didn't like it; was she dense? What's wrong with her tastebuds?

„..N-No Yoongi.. it's nice I-.. I just don't have much of an appetite right now.” You mumbled almost inaudibly. At the sound of your sweet voice, all the men were immediately looking at you, leaning in to hear your voice better. They didn't want to make you repeat yourself.

Sighing out once again, the alpha just leaned back into his seat, rubbing at the side of your waist in small circles.

„Just a little kitty. Eat at least a little for now, okay? We are proud of you for telling us, baby.” He voiced his thoughts, rubbing his chin over the top of your head gently. While you needed a lot of soothing at the moment, the agitated alpha in him also had to calm down.

Taking the now-cooled-down bite from Taehyung, you tasted the meal you never tried. It was really good—a little sweet and savoury but also a bit tingly. It was a nice mixture that you enjoyed a lot, quickly going back to take a second bite.

„Careful pup, it's still hot.” They knew more than well that the meal wasn't what was best for you, but they came to the conclusion that a little wouldn't cause a big issue. They hoped that if they just ordered a lot of different types of foods, they would eventually lean in and eat at least half of one meal.

Running his long fingers over your scalp, you could hear the soft jiggling of Yoongis bracelets in your ears. You liked the sound, so after a small second of blowing on another spoonful for you, you were quick to chew once more.

By the time you were going for another bite, Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok were taking their seats. Worriedly watching over you, Taehyung let the youngest switch seats so he was closer to you. He realised that he felt the need to keep you close for now.

Jin talked to the youngest about what happened while they were waiting at the ramen noodles place, only getting to talking about how you just couldn't deal well with talking about your pack.

Deciding not to bring up the theme for now, Jungkook just wanted to make sure no big damage was done. With the whole pack around at the moment, he knew there wouldn't be that big of a problem for you to settle and calm back down into the happy little omega you truly were.

He didn't want to think about what would happen when only a few of them were around or when none of them were at all. It sent a strong pang of worry straight through his heart, and he promised himself that if that time came, he would do his best to help in any way.

Placing the high bowls of soup on the table, it was soon filled up with different kinds of side dishes. Different types of rice in small bowls, drinks, and coffee littered the small space.

Cupping your face, Kook's warm palms rubbed at your still reddened and plump cheeks. Closing his eyes for a second, the pack's youngest felt relief. You seemed to be a lot better than when Jin pulled him almost by his ear towards the food court lines.

„Are you okay, angel? I was so worried, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do anything wrong, baby. Will you please forgive Alpha?" Looking deep into your eyes, he maintained eye contact, proving the genuineness he brought to his words.

Nodding gently, your lips shook only for a little bit before you were scented once again. This time it was Jungkook doing so, with the banana-like scent covering the top of your head.

Not much else happened during the ongoing meal, apart from the whole pack dotting on you. Warm palms went over your cheeks almost constantly, and Namjoon allowed you to rest over him the whole time you were sitting by the table. Yoongi didn't let go of you either; instead, he chose to keep you in his lap. He didn't eat too much, but when you went to bring the mouthful to his lips, he hesitated only for a small second.

After you really felt like you couldn't stomach any more food, you just placed the spoon on the side of the plate, leaving it there. Curling up into the alpha's chest, you breathed in the lavender scent, calming you even further.

With their calming scents wafting all around you, you closed your eyes once again. Soft head pats pulled you further into dreamland, and so with Yoongi's gentle words whispered in your ear, you nodded off.

„I'm here, kitty; rest for now. We will talk when you aren't so tired, my baby. Just sleep now; Alpha's got you. We will protect you.”

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You woke up to the light swaying of being carried, your body propped up against the alpha's chest. Your eyes were opened only the tiniest bit, but you recognised the rest of the pack as they walked back downstairs the same way you came before noon. Walking down the steps carefully, your grip was strong.

Yoongi noticed you waking up with how you shifted just the smallest bit in his arms, your scent changing from a calm but vulnerable one to a stronger one.

„Kitty, can you tell us your address? We will take you home now, pretty kitty.” mumbling out the address of your apartment complex, you were just too sleepy to really realise what was going on.

Drifting off soon again, you only woke up when you felt the car come to a stop. Blinking your eyes open, you felt your seatbelt go undone before Jin was helping you out of the car, lifting you from the tall step to the pavement.

He could vividly imagine you falling down clumsily with how tired you still seemed, not noticing the tall step before you. Taking a hold of your hands, he bent before you, his warm eyes meeting your gaze.

„Sweetheart, where are your keys? We will go to your apartment with you.” His voice was kept in a gentle and calm tone, not wanting to startle you. He felt a little off, though. This was not the nicest part of the city.

It wasn't the worst by any means, but when he saw a bunch of people on the sidewalks, he felt a bit conscious about being in such a vulnerable space.

Pulling your key bundle from your jacket pocket, you handed them off to his opened palm. Thanking you, I led you towards your apartment doors. With Namjoon walking first and Yoongi and Jimin just at his tail.

They didn't really truly approve of this place; it had a wrong style to it, with some of the railing rotting and peeling off with how long it must have been here.

Stepping up to your apartment doors, there was a small, simple beige door mat before them. After unlocking your doors, the pack alpha pushed the doors open. You were sleeping once again, too exhausted from the day in Jin's arms.

Walking in, the pack dispersed through your space. Noting how small everything was, they grew more worried. With the oldest packmate sitting on your small couch and you resting against him, he watched over everything around him.

He wouldn't call this being lazy and unclean. No omegas were like that. He realised that very well, so it only pushed at the question at hand: what the fuck was your pack doing?

Leaving an omega unattended like this was terrible and just cruel. With only a few clothes in the closet, there weren't many blankets around either. They couldn't see a lot of pillows either; everything was kept to a minimum. You didn't even have a proper bed frame, for Christ's sake!

It was Taehyung who found the plastic box first. Tucked far from sight at the very bottom of your small wardrobe, it held a simple label written on a stick of paper tape.

Reading over it, he pulled it out urgently, opening it. There were all of your nesting materials, cleanly tucked in to take up as little space as possible. The thing that worried him was how dusty the lid was.

„Awhh, babycheeks. What have you done to yourself?” The alpha couldn't hold back the gentle whisper, mumbling to himself.

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[hannah-h-pleb]

HANNAH PLEASEEEEEEE

Eric bragging to his friends about how loud you are in bed and how pretty you look when you’re crying from just his tongue. Literally none of them believe him, even Kenny is skeptical 💀💀

Because like, Cartman? Eric Cartman who’s not shit in bed??? Eric Cartman who’s slept with his gf??? They simply don’t believe it and it’s just him desperately trying to convince them for a sec

Harley you’re a genius. I’m sorry it took so long to get to this. But since I’m feeling extra silly let’s really talk about it

Gonna write these as headcanons but who knows, maybe I’ll write a blurb about it 🤭

Eric Cartman x Reader: Bragging to His Friends About You

Content Advisory: Smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (think “college AU”)

When you and Eric first got together, everyone immediately assumed he was going to be abusive towards you the same way he was with Heidi back in the day. Miraculously this claim was proven to be false as they watched Eric treat you with actual respect, although there were some that still claimed it was “fake” or that he was just “manipulating you”. Therefore another claim was made about you and Eric…”Their sex life must be horrible!” “There’s no way she actually sleeps with him” “I bet he has a tiny dick”

Even Eric’s closest friends, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, all had their doubts about Eric’s performance in bed. They pinned him as one of those guys who brags about the size of his dick when in reality, it’s not that big. Therefore, they found it really hard to believe that Eric could actually successfully please his girlfriend in bed

Plot twist….he really does…and nobody believes it. But you on the other hand, you’ve experienced it…..

Eric was never one to coddle you in bed. He wasn’t one of those “soft and sweet” boys in the bedroom. When you guys do it, it’s rough, primal, and downright kinky. Eric was pleasantly surprised to find out that you actually enjoyed how rough he was and it only agged him on to give it to you harder. He could be kind to you of course, but when he gets you alone it’s a completely different story

He’s mean. He does one of two things while eating you out: He edges you on his tongue, or he continues to eat you out after you orgasm to overstimulate you. No matter which option he chooses, he aims to make you cry on his tongue whether it be by begging him to let you cum or begging him to stop because “it’s too much”

He would also make you ride his face as he eats you out. This way he could grip your thighs and hold you down on his face while he edges or overstimulates you to his hearts content

Eric is almost always in control and he wants you to know that. He controls your orgasms, he owns your body, he will fuck you as hard he was wants, use whatever toys he wants, and you don’t get a say in any of it. To some, this seems cruel, but to you the feeling of being utterly powerless under Eric and letting him hold all the cards is just so hot. Plus this man loves control so he thrives on making you a needy mess for him

He wants you to beg for what you want. In fact, he wants you to prove how much you want his cock by making you ride one of his dildos before giving you his cock. “Prove it. Prove to me how bad you want this cock. Go on, show me that you’re a good whore and maybe I’ll give it to you”

And when he finally fucks you he shows no mercy. He manhandles you, forcing you down into a mating press and fucking you as hard as he wants. Or, he bends you over and fucks you into the mattress while pulling on your hair, smacking your ass, or digging his nails into your skin. Even if you’ve came for him once or twice already, it’s not over until he says it is or until he gets tired

He has surprisingly good stamina though. The adrenaline rush he gets from the control he holds over you is enough motivation for him to keep going until he can’t. Once again, if he’s not making you cry, he’s far from finished

Your crying and sobbing only turns him on more. It’s the POWER he loves. Knowing he’s the one who can bring you so much pleasure that you start to cry is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot

Oh, and then there’s the name calling and the mocking. He WILL call you names, he will mock you for being a “needy little slut” for him, and he just loves it

Now imagine him sitting at lunch bragging about all of this to his friends. He doesn’t spare any details either. He tell them everything, how you cry and beg him to fuck you, how he licks the tears off your face, the marks he leaves on your ass, everything

And do his friends believe him….of course not. Because why would CARTMAN of all people actually be good at sex? Not to mention Kyle would be the one to speak up and say “You’re not supposed to hit girls or make them cry in bed”, and Kenny would chime in with, “Maybe she cries because of how bad you are”. While the table erupts with laughter, Eric goes “You guys are probably just jealous because I’ve got a hot girlfriend who lets me fuck her however I want and you assholes can’t even get a girls number”. Stan rolled his eyes, “Just keep telling yourself that dude”

Despite his desperate attempts to convince them, they simply don’t believe him and that angers him beyond belief. So just be ready to have some dark hickies all over your neck. This way, everyone will know who you belong to and who makes you feel good

Who knows. Maybe he’ll “accidentally” leave his phone lying around on record well you guys fuck. This way, he’ll have irrefutable proof that you enjoy how cruel he is to you, and that he and he alone makes you cry and cum on his cock over and over again

[cerisesakurainspring]

Hello, may I please ask for headcanons for Inarizaki reacting to Omimi having a long distance gf, she's a foreigner in an all girls school

Thanks for the interesting concept request! Hope you like this one:)

For some reason, this prompt reminded me of that Juju Stroll scene where Megumi was being hit on.

I think that;

Kita - already knows. He knows everything.

Ojiro - still thinks moitié is the name of the girlfriend

Ginjima - goes along whatever Atsumu thinks of the girl

Suna - thinks she's just a fan. He doesnt really care though.

Kosaku - whispers “did he threaten you?”

Riseki - proud of his senpai

Akagi - created a whole ass scenario in his head as to how they were “forced to date” each other. Who threatened who? Shares the same braincell as Kosaku.

Atsumu - in disbelief. Is jealous and thinks he should also be handsome enough for a foreign girl to have a crush on him

Osamu - thinks Omimi’s cool for dating a foreign girl. Also slightly jealous.

°°°°°°°°°°

“Where’d you three run off to again?” Aran’s raised eyebrow and slight lift of his lips betrayed the serious tone he was pretending to portray on his kohais. 

The Miya twins were running towards them, Suna trailing casually behind. He wondered what the second year trios were up to again.

“Omimi-senpai is being hit on!” The blonde Miya raised his pointy finger towards the gym exit doors.

“Someone’s hitting our senpai?!” The brown-haired wing spiker rolled his sleeves and clenched his hands as if readying himself for battle, “Let’s go as back-up!”

“Tone it down, Ginjima.” Kita interrupted as he finished folding his uniform. Once he put it neatly inside his gym bag, he looked up at Atsumu to inquire further. “Is Omimi speaking to a foreign-looking lady?”

The setter nodded his head eagerly and grabbed Suna’s phone from his hand. “Look at this, captain!” He pointed at the photo of the 3rd year middle blocker conversing with an angelic looking girl. The whole team gathered around him to look at the subject of interest, curiosity dancing in the air.

“Uh, should we worry about Omimi-san or the girl?” Inarizaki’s libero remarked as he stared at the unfamiliar figure in the photo.

“I think her name is Moitié.” Aran stated. “She is Omimi’s girl-”

“Speaking of the devil!” Osamu cut in as two figures entered the gym. The girl’s shy but gentle smile rendered them in awe.

Not for long though because Kosaku ran up to his senpai and coddled his arms, “Omimi-san, where’ev you been. You promised we’d have dinner tonight!”

“Yer still sleeping over at ours right?” Atsumu jumped up behind Omimi’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. Osamu followed suit and clung onto his legs like a koala would to a tree.

Suna wasted no time and took excessive photos at varying angles. These will definitely be in the yearbook he mused to himself.

Kita sighed and approached your giggling figure, “Y/N-san, please pardon my teammates' behaviour. Although it is nice to see you again.”

“It’s all good Kita-san. I find it amusing.” You smiled warmly and nodded your head at Omimi. The latter smiled softly and grabbed your hand.

“Everyone, meet my girlfriend.”

A resounding consecutive gasps echoed in the gym, their mouths left agape with surprised whispers shared between a few.

Atsumu pointed his finger between the two of you accusingly. How is it that he himself, blessed by the gods for his fine and attractive features, does not have a girlfriend yet and his stoic but, yes, still good looking senpai does first?

Two big oh’s resembling that of a donut hole was all Suna and Osamu could muster.

Akagi was also still deep in thought when you spoke up. “Hello, pleased to meet you all!”

“It is nice to finally meet you in person, Moitié-san.” Aran extended his hand for a handshake but Omimi choked on his saliva as you laughed at the possible misunderstanding.

“Moitié is an endearment that means ‘my other half’, Y/N is my name, Aran-san.”

“Oh.” The color in his face drained from embarrassment. “Oh. Oh, I always thought that was your name because that’s what Omimi has on his contact list.” The sudden realization hit him like a truck, he almost would have been isekai’d to a fantasy world where he’d be reborn as a talking tree. “Oh. Omg I’m sorry.” Aran put up both his hands on his face from awkwardness.

“Did Omimi-senpai threaten you?” Kosaku whispered to which you laughed at what you presumed was a joke.

“No, silly. We met at a cosplay convention last year and have kept in contact since then.”

“I’m not sure if I should focus on the fact that Omimi-senpai is dating a foreigner or that he went to a cosplay convention.”

“I cosplayed Zoro from One-Piece.” Omimi said matter-of-factly so simply as if telling a grade schooler that 1+1 is 2.

“YOU COSPLAY?!” Inarizaki’s team were all astoundedly in disbelief at the surprising fact. All except for Kita.

Of course, he would know. It’s one of those things Omimi would talk over a hot cup of tea.

[heehoonieluvs]

Don’t call me cute!

Jungwon x reader

Fluff

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Jungwon isn’t very fond of his gf calling him cute… at least that’s what he wants to think

Masterlist

Since today was a (rare) free day for the boys, they invited me to come over to their dorm to have a meal and stay for the night. Of course my adorable bf Jungwon was attached to my hip the whole time and not letting me leave his side for one second.

“No Y/Nie! Jay hyung can deal with dinner by himself. Just stay here with me.”

“Hey you brat! I need at least one person to help me out and Y/N is the only one here who I can trust to not burn the kitchen down.” Jay responded. Of course he knew that there was no way of getting you from the kitty leader but it was worth the try I guess.

“Nope. Y/N will stay here with me.” Jungwon insisted with a smug grin on his face, showing off his adorable dimple.

I couldn’t help but coo at him “OMG baby you’re so cute I just wanna squeeze those cheeks of yours!” As I poke at his dimple.

However Jungwon pouted at my words. CUTE?!? He’s not cute! 😡

“Babyyy! Don’t call me cute! Call me handsome and manly!” He whined.

At his response, I looked at him with sad puppy eyes. “What do you mean?? You’re my cute baby, just like a floofy kitten.”

“Nooo you’re MY baby. I’m not cute I’m handsome!” He insisted.

“Ok then” I said with a pout and turned away from him to sulk. Obviously I didn’t take his words seriously but I decided to mess with him to see if he’d crack.

I felt him poke and pinch my cheeks

“Babyyy, bubbaaa, loveee, Y/Niiieee. Don’t be sulkyyy. Look at meeee.”

He carried on poking my cheeks and planting small kisses to try and gain back my attention.

“Don’t worry Wonnie I’m not upset! I understand and won’t call you cute anymore ☺️

He couldn’t help but feel a bit cautious but hey! He wasn’t being called cute!

Time skip

Third person’s POV:

Jungwon didn’t know how to feel after that night honestly. He could feel a slight shift in the way his gf acted around him. Even your texts didn’t seem as chirpy as before. Of course you still sent him cute messages and said ‘I love you’ frequently but he could just tell something felt different.

It didn’t help that when you were out with the boy’s, you’d be very calm around him but all of a sudden would coo at Sunoo and pinch his cheeks. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the sight but it wasn’t like you had never coddled Sunoo before. From the start of the relationship, you always told Sunoo how cute he was and he never minded it so how come it felt so different now?

Because the poor baby was feeling a bit down from stress of you not babying him he invited you to come over to the dorms again so he could have a nice cuddle session with his baby

Once again, Jay was cooking dinner for everyone since according to him “Instant ramyun isn’t a meal” but we can agree to disagree

Jungwon had been a lot clingier to you tonight and you were not complaining one bit. It may not have seemed like it from an outsider but you had been trying so hard to stop yourself from just going hours about how adorable your bf was. But he clearly wasn’t a fan so you’d respect that to make him happy.

Even during dinner, it took all of the strength in you to not squeeze his cheeks as he stuffed them with food. God he’s so bloody cute and I can’t do anything about it 😭😭😭

Y/N’s POV:

After we all cleared up our plates from the dinner Jay had made, we all decided to play Mario Kart (I don’t play games so this was all I could think of 😅)

So far Niki was winning with Sunoo not so far behind, followed by Jake and Sunghoon. There was so much chaos going on as each of them were so close to overtaking each other. It was a close race till before the finish line, Sunoo hit Niki with a shell and beat him for 1st place

“Yeaaaa I won! Whoop whoop” Sunoo screamed whilst doing a shimmy dance. And ofc Niki grabbed Sunoo’s feet and dragged him around in a circle 😂

Still full of giggles, Sunoo carried on doing his little dance with a bright peachy smile.

Seeing how cute he looked, it reminded me of Jungwon’s previous comment from a few days ago so I tried to see if what I said next would make him react 😈.

So I squealed “Ahhhh you’re so cute Sunoo!”

From the corner of my eyes I could see a ball of poofy hair pop up with bright round boba eyes looking at me.

I carried on giggling with Sunoo and saying how cute he is. But I can’t help it! Sunoo’s bright eye smile was to die for.

The boys carried on fighting over who’s turn it was to play and I felt a slight tug on my sleeve.

“What about me?”

I turned and saw my Wonnie looking at me with his round eyes and his bottom lip slightly jutted out.

“Of course you’re my amazing and handsome boyfriend.” I said with a bright smile

“Is there anything else?”

“Oh yeah! You’re my manly boyfie who will protect me from anything!”

He felt slightly better hearing you call him exactly what he wanted to be called. But after seeing how you reacted to Sunoo, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he liked you calling him cute… and ONLY him.

“Baby? Am I also cute to you?” He couldn’t help but ask

Ah ha! Finally!

I felt guilty for making him jealous but I just knew that he DID want to be called cute. And I’d gladly do that for my baby.

“Of course you are Wonnie! You are the most adorable little dumpling ever! My cute kitty”

From that, Jungwon’s face lit up with joy and he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He then nuzzled his face into my neck and mumbled “Promise you will only call me cute. I don’t like it when you say it to other people. I am your cute cat”

The members turned around and started teasing their leader but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on you and he wanted you to shower him in compliments while cuddling.

“Yes baby, you are my adorable, handsome and manly boyfriend”

Author’s note: Here it is! Thank you to those who voted for this fic and waited to patiently for it, I hope it was worth the wait 🫶 I think we can all collectively agree that our cat leader is most certainly very cute and handsome and so much more 🩵 I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you for taking the time to read my work!



[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday :) Counted the days today see how far off we are. 73 days till s6. Still awhile away but glad to have something to look forward to. Not a ton of moments in this one but what we do get is good. Always is with them having crumbs or massive moments tis a delight. Do get to see Tim in sexy leader mode. Always gets my engine revving ha

4x15 Hit List

We start off with the clown saying 'Hi' to Lucy. She asks if he got her emails? He babbles on about not reading them yet. Cause they pertain to coddling felons. (asshat...)He then jumps the gun and calls her his GF. Lucy is not about it. I love her calling him out on it. The clown tries to defend his answer but Lucy cuts it off. Not allowing the convo to go any further. It’s almost like he’s not worth it Lucy…. Or just a relationship of convenience....Instead of digging deeper into that she presses on about the judicial system.

How he could make a difference with the position he’s in. Chris asks why she didn’t go to law school then? Her answer is classic. Because her parents wanted her to LOL The clown starts telling her she should go to law school. Leave being a cop and the violence behind. It’s funny or more annoying really. Both Chris and Ashley wanting them to leave being a cop behind. Something that so dear and important to them. An intricate piece of who they are. Oh the reasons these people are wrong for them is plentiful.

They truly pick the polar opposites for themselves this season. Before the clown leaves he asks her if she really wasn’t ok with him calling her his GF? Lucy deflects once again. Saying it’s fine if she can call him her ‘Work in progress. ’ Easy love, your commitment issues are showing…Amazing how in s5 with Tim she doesn’t hesitate…. *sigh* The clown is an annoying speed bump on our journey to that moment.

We first catch our couple rolling in their shop. Lucy looking out the window. Pensive look written on her face. Tim notes this silence and says she’s been quiet. So funny this man who would get so irritated by her talking and personal stuff notes this. We know that wall is demolished so when he doesn’t have that he misses it. i.e. this moment.

We all know he secretly loves their shop talks at this point. She came barreling into his life like a chatty sunshine filled wrecking ball. Knocking his high wall down to rubble. With it gone he’s used to it now and craves it honestly. Especially when it’s absent. He’s the one to break the silence in this moment not Lucy. It’s the little things I love so much. Look at our Tim.

Once the silence has been broken Lucy asks her question. Asking Tim if he thinks she’d be a good lawyer? Doesn’t waste a second before telling her No LMAO Her face in the second gif haha She’s so offended. Tim sees this and follows up with saying it's a compliment. Lucy tries to defend it by saying Wesley’s a lawyer. ‘We’ like Wesley. Heh who is this 'We' eh Lucy? Talking like an old married couple. What else is new? Haha I love it Tim fires right back with the same ‘We’ below. This is making me giddy. I see you guys and I’m happy about it.

Tim makes the point they only accept Wesley cause they fear Lopez. I mean where’s the lie? LOL If there is one other woman (other than Lucy) who can put the fear of God into Tim it’s Angela Lopez haha Also his disdain for lawyers explains his extra dislike of Chris the clown. Already doesn’t like the guy. Him being a lawyer isn’t scoring him any extra points with Tim.

Nevertheless she is amused by her husband antics about this. Written all over her face. Damn they cute. Lucy continues on about making change. That a progressive DA can change a lot more than they can. Tim stops her. Says they’re not there to make change. Their job is to catch criminals. If she wants to become a crusader for change tells her to become a billionaire. Then she can eradicate poverty.

Before their convo can go any further they see a car pull up speeding. It cuts them off and opens fire on the vehicle next to it. They pull up to the car and the poor driver is already dead. There was nothing they could've done for her. She’s so young it’s sad to see. Lopez pulls up to their scene after its in progress. Asks what happened? All they have right now is a drive by for info. She tells them that the key into why she was shot at will be in ID'ing her.

Tim takes over for Grey so he can go testify in his case. It’s his first stint as Watch Commander. Already off the a rocky and hectic start. Nolan also had a victim this morning. Man blatantly poisoned in the lobby. He died waiting for help. They connect the two through the fact they were both witnesses to a massive case. Tim lets them know it’s the same case Grey is about to testify for… I do love seeing him in that chair. Everyone coming to him because he's acting commander. He wears it well.

Tim comes to see Grey at the hospital. He just barely survived his attack. The scene in the garage is intense. It's a throw back to when Nolan killed his suspect back in S1. We can see the worry on Tim's face before he walks over to Wade. He does his best to put his worry away before coming up. The worry is still evident though. Especially through out their interaction. This man has been a rock and a mentor for Tim. To see Grey shaken up like this is hitting him hard.

I love Tim coming up calm and patting his leg. Trying to reassure him. He then does what he does best and takes control of the situation. Lets him know everything is squared away. That all he needs to focus on now is getting better. Wade asks who she was? He tells her a hitter for Matteo Rubio. The man he was set to testify against. They think that she was also the shooter for the drive by.

Tim goes into sexy sergeant mode. Reports back to his crew who are waiting for news. They discuss what happened and if the threat is over. Nolan doesn’t think so since the person who killed his victim was a man. Tim sends Lucy to the DA with Angela to get the witness list. See if they can prevent anymore deaths. He then directs everyone else in that take charge tone of his. Yum. Everyone turning to him for guidance and respecting everything he's saying. I love it sfm.

He wants round the clock security for Grey. Then advices Nolan on how to be there for Wade. Going from strong leader to teacher in the blink of an eye. Getting me all hot and bothered Sergeant Bradford. *fan-self* Tim says he’s going to try and ID the deceased shooter. That way he can find out who she was partnered with and catch this other threat.

The trip to the DA is fruitless. Del Monte won’t share the confidential witness list. Says unless they have credible evidence he isn’t sharing anything. That they handle witness protection for a reason. Angela is fiery af with Del Monte. Saying they’re doing a bang up job LOL I love her so much. This is why Tim fears her haha

Chris tries to catch them before they leave. Angela allows a minute for them to chat in private. He hands her the list. Lucy immediately tries to hand it back. He follows it up telling Lucy that she can’t say where she got it from. He’ll be fired if she does. Maybe then don’t do that and put her in this position clown…

Acting like he's doing her this big favor but also letting her know how it could damage him. Trying to be the big hero but it comes off as anything but that IMO. Like look at me and what I'm going to possibly sacrifice. You'll owe me if this works out. Putz. Lucy’s moral compass winning out though. Tim would be so proud. Telling him they can’t become criminals to catch one. That they’ll find another way. My girl. I love it. Angela interrupts says they ID’d Grey’s shooter.

We return to our ship on a stakeout. They found the place she has been staying at. Waiting to gain entrance to their shooters home. Tim coming up asking if there has been any movement? Lucy reports no. What I love here is the lack of space. This whole season it's not a concept they understand. I love it sfm. He closes the gap and she doesn’t even notice. It’s just their natural rhythm at this point. Magnetically drawn to one another. Could he be any closer to her?

Once they’re inside they notice her associate isn’t there. They don’t have a name attached to him yet. All they had was this house and it’s empty. Lucy asks Tim if he smells smoke? He says yes. Being the smart cookie she is saying it’s a little hot outside for a fire….The theme for lack of person space continue as they examine the fireplace. Looks like they just missed him. He bailed and burned their paper trail before he took off.

As they check the remains of the burnt paperwork. Tim joins her and leans close as they inspect what’s left. No need for it but I’m happy for it haha He physically can’t help it. Tim saying there isn’t much to work with. Lucy being the bad ass she is finds something. A name Kellen Myers. Just what they needed. A huge crack in the case courtesy of our girl.

We find out that name was of a paralegal who sold the list to their shooter. Angela breaks down this dude quickly. It's amazing to watch her in action. He easily collapses under the pressure. Says he didn’t know anyone would get killed. Tells her he gave the name of the witnesses and the DA. Idk how this dude thought they would just play nice with them all. Idiot. Probably why they picked him.

Tim and Lucy race to the DA office. Phone lines are down and they know their next target is them. Unfortunately they save his clown ass and Del Monte (would’ve saved us a lot of trouble had this guy succeeded haha) Guess them being together did get us pouty, pining Tim in S5 so it’s not a total loss her dating him lol

Lucy checks in on the clown after everything is settled. She then asks him why he really wanted to give her the list? To me Chris was one big manipulative red flag. (Also clueless as hell at the same time. Enigma of ugh.)He never did anything because it was the right thing to do. It was because he was trying to impress her. Pleading the 5th and all that for the list. Just like Tyler's deal in 4x11. He did it because it was to impress Lucy. To get in her good graces.

So once again with this moment he did it for the sake of impressing her. Not because it was the right thing to do. Nothing like Tim. I’ve said this before they both went for people who were the polar opposite of who they really wanted in s4. I dislike Chris so much and he lasts the longest bleh. I don't like either Ashley or Chris but I dislike Chris more. Love the actor to bits he's a sweetheart. Chris though? blah. Pretty low content ep for them but next one will more than make up for it.

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Side notes-non Chenford

The SL with Grey and Nolan is really good. I may give Nolan a hard time cause well he is a putz most times ha but I do enjoy how he and Grey have grown professionally and personally.

Aaron’s plain clothes day is ROUGH to say the least with running into Patrick’s dad…

Thank you so very much to those who continue to be on this review journey with me. By liking, commenting and reblogging these ❤️ you’re the all the best. See you in 4x16 :)

[sangonohyuka]

Beomgyu being so obsessed with his girlfriend he always touching her, ALWAYS. And beomgyu is a gamer right? He even spend a lot of money for his games, the way he ready to drop his game, just for u because no matter how good the game is, u always be the number one priority. Also, maybe this is just me projecting but I think beomgyu rarely call his gf by their real name, he always have cute nickname for u!! And, you expect him to be vanila and soft in bedroom, coddling you and everything, but turn out he is mean and a TEASE. I love this dynamic and it suit beomgyu so much😆

💭 gamer! boyfriend beomgyu but the catch is he's a sucker for your existence? SIGN ME UP ANON UR SO BIG BRAIN ILY MWAH <33

warning: NSFW, sub! afab reader, use of feminine nicknames, dom! beomgyu, fluff at the beginning, degradation, praising, orgasm denial, lots of teasing, dacryphilia, dumbification, humiliation, a lil thigh pinching, mating press yass

again, wrote this at 2AM so sorry for the mistakes 😭

gamer! boyfriend beomgyu who's quite the geek for his beloved video games— always so competitive in his gameplays, setting the 'win and earn that winner title' as his top priority. but when we're talking about you on stake? simple: his choice would always be you.

no matter how important the ranked match he's competing in, he's ready to drop it there and then if you call for him. you can ask him to cuddle with you when he's in the middle of a game and he'd happily oblige, immediately shutting his computer down— sometimes even forgetting to save his gamefiles.

beomgyu is surely the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for! always so loving, caring, and attentive— his soft and gentle demeanor led you to believing that beomgyu is without any doubts, a vanilla person. i mean, how can't he when he's almost like the human embodiment of an angel?

oh, how naive you had to be.

of course, his sweet personality was no facade, yet it perfectly kept the beast hidden within— fooling you into thinking that beomgyu would be coddling you with his sickly intoxicating praises.

here you are now, straddled underneath with both of your hands pinned right above your head as you whimpered from the feeling of his hot breath trickling on the skin of your neck. not to mention, your entire state was a complete mess now: cheeks drenched in tears and drool, face burning red from the humiliation, and every part of you growing overly sensitive over the amount of teasing beomgyu tortured you with.

"what's wrong baby?" he cooed, voice full of innocence and faked emphaty as if he hadn't just denied your orgasm for the third time this night.

"b—beommie—"

"beommie what? use your words baby. you're not that dumb, aren't you?" he taunted in reply, satisfied with your pathetic state underneath.

nothing but incoherent noises left your throat, your cheeks heating up out of embarassment from your inability to even form proper words.

a dissapointed sigh left his lips, "not even halfway through and you're already slobbering like a dumb whore." the cruel nickname earned a whine from you, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes only for you to hear a mocking snicker from above.

"aww, is this too much for my baby?" he wrapped one of his hand firmly around your jaw, a sinister gaze boring into your teary ones.

"want me to be nice with you, hm?" he offered as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, the sweetness of his tone filled you with a hope that you've finally acquired his mercy. yet, you sensed something off, very off— especially the fact that beomgyu is now forcing your legs up, pushing them right against your chest as he adjusted himself infront of you.

"i asked you a question, answer me." he pinched your thigh softly, yet just enough for you to let out a pathetic yelp.

"y—yes! p-please," you begged as you felt your body aching for his touch, desperate for him to let you reach your high just for once. a laugh erupted from beomgyu, satisfied with the desperation in your hoarse voice.

with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips, beomgyu thrusted his hips in— filling you full only with a sharp thrust, going impossibly deeper as he held both your thighs, keeping them spread open. the tip of his cock felt like it's grazing on your cervix, earning a lewd whimper from you as you threw your head back from the overwhelming pleasure. with his cock still burried deep inside, his face leaned closer to yours— his lips brushing soflty against your swollen one with an unnoticeable gap between them.

"too bad darlin', i'm not done just yet with my fun."

[nejiraez]

I'm not sure if you've seen the tiktoks of gfs smacking the absolute shit out of their bfs with their bags in the car, but can we get a scenario of how Mido, Baku, and Todo would react to that😂😭

i have nonnie!! hands down one of my favourite trends on tiktok as of now. normally I would write one character per scenario but these were fun so i just went for them all~ | requests are open 

Bakugou Katsuki

When you first hit your boyfriend in the head with your backpack after claiming that you needed to "find your wallet", there's a curt silence in the car that follows as soon as the bag is on your lap.

You have to fight down the laughter that threatens to burst out from you once you catch sight of Bakugou's twisted features from your peripheral vision. His emotions were a mixture of agitation and confusion.

Bakugou eyes you for a moment, waiting for you to acknowledge what had just happened a few seconds ago. But you never do, rather you rummage through your bag as if you had done nothing unusual.

Rubbing his head, he scowls and gives you the faint warning of, "Watch your range."

He doesn't touch on the subject any longer, rather he goes back to his phone and continues tapping his fingers across the screen. You take his distraction as a chance to strike once more.

"I can't find it..." You'd say while zipping your bag up, ready to launch your bag into the back seat. 

However, Bakugou was smart enough to have keyed in onto your games. He successfully catches your wrist the second time around before your bag could make direct contact with his face again. 

"You think you’re funny, don’t you?" His voice is pooled with pride, pleased with himself that he managed to cut your shenanigans short. "Hitting me with your crap and thinking you could get away with it, huh?"

To say that Bakugou wasn't petty enough to seek his form of retribution when you two get back home would be foolish. Because he definitely does.

Todoroki Shouto

With the first smack that your purse makes against the upside of his head, it leaves Todoroki a bit... disoriented.

The pain that he felt was next to nothing, but the force was much too excessive for something weightless and was the length of his hand. 

Todoroki inhales a breath through his nose and releases it out past his lips. With a sigh, Todoroki puts his car into park and turns off the ignition. "Careful," he says.

While your boyfriend busies himself with unbuckling his seatbelt and fixing his rearview mirror, a clever idea strikes you to claim that you have grabbed the wrong item so that you could try to knock him again. "Sorry, just give me a second," you murmur.

But with his impeccable reflexes, you weren't able to get the chance. Todoroki dodges your purse the second time you aim to swing it towards the back of his car.

"(Y/N), I told you to be careful," he repeats, there's a light form of scolding used in his tone as he carefully eases your purse out from your grasp and maneuvers it into the back. "You could have hurt me."

His eyebrows were scrunched together and a slight pout tugged at his mouth. His face was unreadable and honestly, it made him look downright cute. Laughing, you smooth down the wrinkles on Todoroki's forehead and clue him in on what you were doing. Emphasizing that it was all a joke and that you were testing him to see his reaction.

"You get it?" You finish, waiting for his response. 

Todoroki allows for your explanation of the challenge to settle in for a moment before he asks, "Why would you want to do that?"

Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya isn't the luckiest boyfriend out of the three.

He truly thinks that your bag colliding with the back of his head was an accident, so he brushes the incident off when it happens the first time. No matter how exaggerated your movements were, you slugging him square in the face on purpose just wasn't something he could pin you to.

While you search through your bag looking for your aforementioned hairbrush, Midoriya is left to his own devices -- mulling over what the fuck just happened.

You'd hear him breathe out a string of mumbles under his breath, to which you ask him, "What was that baby?"

"N- Nothing! It was nothing!"

Once you find the object of interest, you run the brush through your hair a couple of times before you toss it into your bag ready to swing at your unsuspecting boyfriend once again. 

However, this time, there was a lot more force than intended.

A garbled noise escapes Midoriya and his head jerks back at the impact. The scene almost would have been comedic had it not been for the quiet hiss he voiced once his fingers grazed his cheek. 

"Izuku!" You cry, your hands fly to his face and you tear his hands away only to reveal the faintest of bruises on his cheekbone. "Baby, I'm so sorry!"

Midoriya would have been a bit hesitant to forgive you right away had it not been affectionate kisses and coddling that came in the form of apologies that came shortly after.

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oh my god i am not to an event for once👀

congrats on 500 dear!! you should already be aware of the fact that i love anything you put out there<3

now my hq favourite is unsurprisingly atsumu

song: compass - the neighbourhood

a description? i'm your extra quiet introvert with a lot of overthinking going on in my mind. i let others do the talking, i don't like going out alone, i suck at small-talk but i'm surprisingly easy to get along with if we vibe. super clingy gf in private, big softie and easily intimidated yes i'm as tough as chewy cookies

What a surprise ✋

I think I need you with me for all-time

I've got something to confess

You're always there to help me when I'm down

Can't help that I'm attracted to you, I am

Relationship hcs

You're his baby, and you've been that since day one.

When you were kids you would always hide behind him, just him.

Or run crying to him when you fell scraping your knee, not your parents.

Everyone around you had grown accustomed to it, but when you clung to him in the hallways while claiming you weren't his girlfriend, people thought otherwise.

One day his fangirls cornered you, telling you to leave him alone and to stop being his ‘fuckbuddy’ as the whole school thought now.

You were distraught and went home immediately, sloppy tears running down your face, and for once not running to him when you were sad.

When he finds out he goes to your house, a few down from his and asks you what's wrong, coddling you into his arms.

After you explain it to him, his feelings hit him like a freight train, realizing why he let you and only you act like this towards him, not even his brother got the special treatment, only you did.

So he just confesses while you're still in his arms, so you cant run away

And your just like, ive been waiting 

Nsfw hcs

Again, since you're his baby and he treats you like one, esp since he’s the only guy you’ve ever been with after sticking to his side your whole life.

After the first time yall fuck he’s on you every minute he can

Doing sexual things in a not so sexual way, like just grabbing your ass cause it feels nice.

And your a mess blushing bc you're so sensitive, and he knows what he's doing

So you try to push him off one day when he starts kissing your thighs just cause he's laying next to them.

And he’s just like “what?”

Confused, but not really, just wanting you to admit it.

So until you can admit to him the way he makes you feel, he’s gonna continue, and prob never stop lol

Good luck ; )

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We Are Who We Are Ep. 3 liveblog

Chips ahoy has shellfish?

These two are adorable, also he didn't answer what book he read?

If the actress playing Caitlin really did cut her hair omg.

This music selection again is amazing.

I mean he isn't wrong they should have cleaned up their mess, young teens not thinking about that though lol. All that mess is gonna attract is bugs.

I love that they just get to be kids sometimes and have fun, also love how he's like stop staring at my moms they aren't zoo animals lmao.

Yea that breakup was coming lol, also what kind of friend is this girl also he really jumped right onto their bestfriend ewwww.

14 year old boys thats where all that nonsense behavior starts

Ohhh Ocean Vuong that's the book/author. Night sky with exit wounds.

LMFAO FRASER REALLY SAID:

No bih they haven't cause y'all are 14 years old.

The crop top that hides the growing yiddies and ball shorts.

Oop Fraser said boo im bouta educate you on the queer community and transgender people because I think you might be a lil non cis and non het.

But, can fraser please elevate this child's wardrobe a little bit more because

Here Fraser goes snapping. WAIT he also likes to cook wow. I hope my child is like him but with manners, because that cussing at me in my home I'd be putting the designer in my closet with restrictions.

Oh fuck, you can hear Fraser and his moms fighting....shittt. and Cait is about to scrub that damn boat in the middle of the night cause their daddy is PISSED.

Which I mean they both deserve the punishment.

Oh we doubling back to their house to see what happenerd. Fraser autistic or not would have gotten hurt pulling someone else's hair like that.

Thank goodness Maggie was there as a buffer.

Wow Sarah that is fucked, oh she meant it like you're his mom too but at least he doesn't hate us.

Complicated ass relationships.

Oop they got themselves a lil Italian gf. Damn puberty is hitting.

He's a homophobe too. Oh Cait I feel so bad for you.

Oh shit he's having a real bad panic attack. See at least my future partner, hopefully, would lean into me and our child as I help them cope, like damn.

Ooo she got the Oakley visors lmao

Wowwww she is the only woman to have been in command.

Oh she's Bi....oop.

Her brother jealous as fuck, fuck him. Like all serious he is a piece of shit stain.

Wowwwwwww.

When you don't wanna fit the stereotypes cause your parents are gay lol

Cait said.....if u say so.

They both finna cheat I'm guessing with this set up.

Cudi's legs are so small lmao lil cute chicken legs 😊

So im supposed to feel bad for him cause he is suicidal...anyways his friend is a good person.

Here Fraser goes being a jealous hoe, your mom doesn't even know you like this grown ass man. Which pump your breaks kiddo you don't have ownership over your friends or lovers or interests, which at that age it can feel like you do.

Cait/Harper's dad really really prides himself on order, protocol, and rules smfh. Cait/Harper is fucked in earning their dads love i think once they come out.

Yaknow what let her get a lil entanglement.

Preview: Oooo a wedding episode/party. They aren't dating ughh they are the homo bestfriends gosh. Sarah is gonna be a better parent to Cait/Harper than she is to Fraser. Fraser who she coddles and loves but they completely butt heads because they are so similar as people.

I am sticking this show out for the eventual drama but Fraser from the aftershow isn't autistic but he is neurodivergent and a little shit to his moms cause he knows he can get away with it. Sigh word of advice, if you're parents are good parents try to be less of a dick because you cannot get the time back.

[problematicwelshman]

once again, you are reading the girls to filth!! love that!! as a person who’s father is in an age gap relationship (he’s 54 and his gf is 31) it really ain’t worth it. i’ve seen my dad treat her as if she was his own daughter and that ain’t cute. plus they have a kid and that ain’t it either bc now that kid isn’t going to have his father in the same capacity as my sisters and i. people really need to stop glorifying age gap relationships and thinking they’re great bc they’re not.

As someone who was in a 20 year age gap relationship when she was still a teenager, I agree with this. Not everyone is self aware or smart enough to realize what it all entails until it’s too late. Thankfully I was. I have never wanted to have kids, so I sure as hell wasn’t going to mother or coddle a man 20 years my senior.