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inseobts · 2 days ago

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1st Anniversary

what would they do for your first anniversary together?

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

words count: around 0.5k - 0.7k each

masterlist || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The sun rises over the Thousand Sunny, casting golden light across the deck. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden weight crashes into you.

"Y/N!" Luffy yells, tackling you with his usual enthusiasm.

You groan but laugh as he wraps his arms around you "Luffy, it's too early for this—"

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" he shouts, grinning ear to ear.

You blink. Oh. Right. Your first anniversary together.

Luffy’s never been the best at remembering dates, so you didn’t expect him to bring it up at all. But here he is, vibrating with excitement like a kid who just found a pile of meat.

"You remembered?" you ask, surprised.

Luffy nods eagerly "Of course! I mean… Sanji wrote it down for me… and Nami yelled at me to not forget… and Robin told me what an anniversary even is—but still!"

You chuckle, shaking your head "So, do you have something planned?"

Luffy puffs out his chest proudly "Yup! Captain’s orders: today is Luffy and y/n Day! No crewmates allowed!"

From across the deck, you hear Usopp yell "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

Luffy ignores him.

"But," he continues, "I, uh, don’t actually know what people do on anniversaries, so I just made some rules!"

Your curiosity piques "Rules?"

Luffy grins, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it dramatically "Yup! First rule: We gotta eat as much meat as possible!"

You snort "Of course."

"Second rule: No pirate stuff today. Just fun stuff!"

"That’s… actually kind of sweet" you admit.

"And the last rule…" He suddenly scratches his head, cheeks turning a little pink "Well… um…"

You tilt your head "What is it?"

Luffy huffs, clearly frustrated "It's a secret rule! I’ll tell you later!"

You laugh but decide not to push it "Alright, Captain. What’s first on the itinerary?"

It starts with a massive breakfast, courtesy of Sanji (who glares at Luffy the whole time for stealing food off your plate). After stuffing yourselves, Luffy drags you across the Sunny for various "Luffy-approved" activities.

First, there’s an intense game of tag—where Luffy cheats by using his rubber powers. Then, he insists on fishing, though he gets distracted halfway through and jumps in after the fish himself. After drying off (and avoiding Nami’s wrath for getting seawater everywhere), he decides you both need a nap—because "eating and playing is tiring!"

You wake up with Luffy curled around you like a koala, snoring into your hair.

"You really are like a cat" you mumble, gently brushing his bangs aside.

Luffy stirs, blinking up at you sleepily "Hmmm?"

"Nothing" you whisper, smiling.

As the sun starts setting, you and Luffy sit on the deck, watching the waves. The usual chaos of the crew is still happening in the background, but for once, it’s peaceful.

Luffy suddenly perks up "Oh! The secret rule!"

You sit up straighter "Finally. What is it?"

He fidgets, uncharacteristically nervous "Well… I heard anniversaries are for saying important stuff, right?"

You nod "I guess, yeah."

Luffy rubs the back of his neck, looking out at the sea "So… my last rule is… that I gotta tell you something important today. Something really important."

Your heart skips a beat. Luffy isn't usually serious—when he is, it means something big "Okay," you say softly "I'm listening."

He takes a deep breath, then grins, his usual carefree self again "I love you!"

You freeze.

He’s said he likes you before, in his own way—"You're my favorite!" or "I like having you around!"—but he’s never actually said that.

He tilts his head "Was that good? I was practicing in my head all day."

Your eyes soften "You practiced?"

"Yeah!" He laughs "I mean, I already knew I love you, but I wanted to say it today ‘cause, y’know, it’s our thing. Our anniversary thing!"

You shake your head fondly, grabbing his hat and plopping it onto your own head "You’re such an idiot."

Luffy pouts "Hey—"

Before he can complain, you cup his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise but quickly melts into it, smiling against your lips.

"Best anniversary ever" he mumbles.

You laugh "You say that now, but wait ‘til next year. You’ll have to top it."

Luffy grins "Easy! Next year, I’ll make a million rules!"

You sigh, shaking your head "What have I gotten myself into?"

Luffy just laughs, pulling you closer as the sun dips below the horizon. The crew groans in the background, but you don’t care. Because as chaotic and ridiculous as he is, Luffy’s way of loving you is perfect.

And that’s all you could ever ask for.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. The crew is scattered across the deck, each lost in their own evening routine, but your attention is on one person alone—Zoro.

The swordsman leans against the railing, arms crossed, eyes closed. To anyone else, it looks like he’s resting, but you know better. He’s thinking.

You step closer, hands behind your back “Oi, Zoro.”

His eye cracks open slightly before he turns his head toward you “Hm?”

You smile, rocking on your heels “Happy anniversary.”

For a second, he looks at you blankly, and your heart sinks a little. Did he forget?

Then, with a small smirk, he straightens up “Tch. You really think I’d forget?”

You cross your arms “Honestly? Yes.”

He scoffs “Give me some credit.”

Your curiosity piques “So… you actually planned something?”

Zoro rolls his shoulders, looking away for a brief moment before nodding “Something like that.”

You raise an eyebrow “Wait. Seriously?”

Before you can press further, he jerks his head toward the deck “C’mon.”

He leads you to a quieter part of the ship, where the sounds of the crew fade into the background. A small blanket is laid out on the deck, two cups and a bottle of sake sitting neatly in the center. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

You blink in surprise “Did… you do this?”

Zoro sits down, grabbing the bottle “Sanji might’ve helped. But don’t tell him I said that.”

You chuckle, sitting beside him “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“I’m not.” He pours a bit of sake into your cup, then his own “But I figured… a year with you is worth drinking to.”

Your chest warms at his words. Zoro isn’t one for big, flashy gestures—but when he cares, he shows it in ways that truly matter.

You clink your cup against his “I’ll drink to that.”

As the two of you sip in comfortable silence, you glance at him “So, what was the first thing you thought when we got together?”

Zoro exhales, setting his cup down “That you’re stubborn.”

You laugh “Me?”

“Yeah.” He leans back on his elbows, looking at you “You wouldn’t back down, even when I tried pushing you away.”

You tilt your head “Did you want to push me away?”

Zoro’s gaze softens “…I didn’t want you to be a distraction, you know”

You stare at him, heart squeezing “And now?”

He lets out a slow breath “Now, I know you’re not.”

You smile “Good answer.”

After a few more drinks, the night fully settles in and Zoro turns to you, expression unreadable.

“…I have something for you.”

Your eyes widen, surprised “You got me a gift?”

He reaches into his haramaki and pulls out a small object. He places it in your hand—it’s a charm. It's like a small version of his earrings turned into a pendant and attached to a thin string.

Your breath catches “Zoro…?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking away “It’s stupid, but… I had it made a while ago. For you.”

You run your fingers over the smooth surface, heart pounding sooooo hard “It’s not stupid. It’s perfect.”

Zoro smirks “You’re stuck with me.”

You laugh, tightening your grip on the pendant and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is filled with the warm, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food. The scent of caramelized spices and grilled seafood lingers in the air, a sure sign that Sanji is in his element.

You lean against the doorway, watching him work his magic. He moves with effortless grace, flipping a pan, the flames from the stove reflecting in his blue eyes. He hums softly to himself, a tune you recognize as the one he whistles when he’s happy.

You smirk “Cooking me a feast, Chef?”

Sanji turns at the sound of your voice, and immediately, his expression melts “Ah, ma chérie, you’re early.”

You cross your arms, pouting “So I’m not supposed to be here?”

Sanji chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel before stepping closer “I wanted to surprise you...” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “But I suppose I don’t mind if you ruin the surprise—after all, you’re the guest of honor!”

Your heart flutters at his words. Sanji has always been charming, but there’s something different about the way he speaks to you, softer, more genuine, as if you’re the only person in the world.

You glance past him at the beautifully arranged table, complete with candles, fine plates, and a bouquet of flowers “You really went all out, huh?”

He grins, taking your hand and spinning you playfully “Only the best for my love.”

Sanji pulls out a chair for you, as the great gentleman he is “Sit and relax. Let me take care of everything.”

You obey, watching as he presents dish after dish, each one plated to perfection “Alright, Chef, walk me through the menu.”

Sanji gestures dramatically “For the appetizer, we have a delicate seafood bisque, infused with saffron and a touch of white wine. For the main course..." He lifts a silver lid, revealing your favorite dish "...a meal crafted specifically for my one and only.”

You gasp, touched “You remembered my favorite?”

Sanji scoffs as if offended “Do you take me for an amateur? Of course I remember.”

You laugh and take a bite, instantly melting at the burst of flavors “Oh my god. I think I just fell in love all over again.”

Sanji chuckles, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you “Then I must be doing it right.”

After finishing the meal and complimenting him so much that he nearly combusts with joy, Sanji disappears into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding a small plate with a single dessert on it, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped pastry.

“Happy anniversary, my love” he murmurs, setting it in front of you.

Your eyes soften “You made this just for me?”

Sanji kneels beside you, taking your hand in his “Everything I make is for you, mon amour. But this… this one is special.”

You pick up the dessert, admiring the delicate details. As you take a bite, your taste buds explode with sweetness and spice, just like him.

“It’s perfect” you whisper.

Sanji smiles, but there’s something more in his expression tonight—something deeper “I’m glad,” he murmurs “Because you are, too.”

Your breath catches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Sanji…”

He exhales, resting his forehead against yours “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”

Your heart swells, and for once, he’s the one left breathless when you lean in and kiss him.

The chef who’s always served everyone finally gets a taste of something just for himself... a love that’s his to keep.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

The Moby Dick is quiet tonight, the usual noise replaced by something softer (Ace had made sure of it).

You step onto the deck, your brows furrowing as you notice the absence of drunken laughter and boisterous yelling. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through the air, not just from the ship’s lanterns, but from the flickering flames dancing lazily around a certain freckled man's fingertips.

He’s waiting for you.

“Hey, you’re finally here” Ace calls, grinning as he waves you over “Took you long enough.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms “You were the one who told me to wait in my room. What exactly are you up to?”

Ace scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips “Well… it’s our anniversary, right? So I wanted to do something special.”

Your heart skips a beat. He remembered.

You step closer, noticing that he’s set up a "date night" on the deck. There’s a blanket spread out beneath the stars, a small box of food beside it (probably stolen from the kitchen), and a few lanterns hanging. But the real highlight is Ace himself, his flames glow softly around him, casting warm hues against his skin.

“Ace…” You blink, touched “Did you do all this?”

He grins, patting the spot next to him “Well, I had some help from Thatch—mostly because I kept burning the food.”

You laugh as you sit beside him “That sounds about right”

Ace chuckles, handing you a small bowl of your favorite food “I figured I should at least try to do this properly.”

You take a bite, humming in approval “It’s actually pretty good.”

“Damn right it is! I didn’t burn this”

You shake your head, smiling “You’re impossible.”

Ace leans back on his hands, watching you with a lazy grin “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Your cheeks warm. He’s not wrong.

After finishing your meal, the two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The sea is calm, the ship gently rocking beneath you, and Ace's warmth seeps into your skin where his arm brushes yours.

He turns his head, watching you “Y’know… I never really thought I’d make it this far.”

You glance at him “What do you mean?”

Ace hesitates, then exhales “I used to think I wasn’t meant to have stuff like this. Someone who sticks around, someone who actually...” He pauses, then looks at you with a rare softness “...someone who loves me just for being me.”

Your heart aches at his words. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his “You deserve this, Ace. You deserve love, and happiness, and everything good in the world.”

Ace stares at you for a moment as he swallows hard.

Then, without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His body is warmer than usual but you don’t mind. You hold him just as tightly.

“…Thanks,” he mumbles “for staying.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face “I’ll always stay.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, then suddenly grins “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

Before you can respond, he kisses you, slow and deep.

As he stops you narrow your eyes at him “Alright, spill it. How did you get everyone to be this quiet?”

Ace blinks, then smirks “What, you think I can’t get them to behave when I want to?”

You cross your arms “No, I know you can’t.”

Ace laughs, rubbing his nose “Fine, fine. I might’ve… bribed them.”

You raise an eyebrow “With what?”

He looks away, mumbling under his breath.

“What was that?” You lean in.

“…I promised to do chore duty for a whole week.”

You gasp, eyes wide “You WHAT?”

Ace groans, throwing his head back “I know! But it was the only way! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this crew to shut up for more than five minutes?”

You burst into laughter, clutching your sides “Oh, this is priceless. You, of all people, voluntarily doing chores?”

Ace grumbles “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made for this romantic evening.”

You wipe a tear from your eye, still giggling “Oh, I definitely do. I'll make it worth for you, don't worry” you wink at him.

Ace huffs but smiles, pulling you back into his arms “It's already worth it”

You hum, resting your head against his chest.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

The Polar Tang hums quietly beneath your feet as you make your way toward Law’s quarters, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Today marks your first anniversary with him, and while you know Law isn’t the type for grand, sweeping gestures, a small part of you wonders if he even remembers.

You wouldn’t be upset if he forgot, he’s busy, after all. But still… a year together means something.

You take a deep breath and knock.

“Come in.”

Pushing open the door, you step inside and immediately stop in your tracks.

The usually cluttered room is different. His desk is cleared, save for a single candle flickering softly beside a small plate of food, your favorite. A delicate piece of folded paper rests next to it, and on the bed, a neatly wrapped package.

Law stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your reaction with an unreadable expression “Took you long enough” he mutters.

You blink at him, then at the setup “You… did this?”

“Tch. Who else?” He glances away, scratching the back of his neck “It’s not a big deal.”

Your heart swells at the effort. It is a big deal, because Law doesn’t do things like this unless they truly matter to him.

Smiling, you walk over to the table and pick up the folded paper “What’s this?”

He doesn’t answer, just watches as you carefully unfold it.

Your breath catches the moment you realize what it is.

It’s a hand-drawn sketch. Of you.

Your fingers tremble as you take in the intricate details, the way your hair falls around your face, the softness in your eyes, the careful shading that brings it to life. He’s captured you perfectly, every detail very precise. But what gets you the most is the expression he’s given you, serene, happy, loved.

“Law…” Your voice is barely above a whisper “You drew this?”

He shifts uncomfortably “Yeah.” His gaze flickers to the side “I… started it a while ago. Just never had a reason to finish it until now.”

Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you clutch the drawing to your chest, overwhelmed. You knew Law was skilled in many things, but this? This is beyond anything you could have expected.

He clears his throat “There’s more.”

You glance toward the package on the bed, wiping your eyes before carefully unwrapping it. Inside is a book... an old, well-kept copy of one you once mentioned loving but never found again.

You stare at it, stunned “How did you—?”

“You talk in your sleep sometimes.” He smirks, finally meeting your eyes “You kept mumbling about it a few months ago, so I figured I’d find it.”

You let out a small, watery laugh “You found this for me?”

Law shrugs, but there’s a flicker of pride in his expression “It’s not a big deal.”

You set the book and drawing aside before closing the distance between you, your hands resting on his chest “It is a big deal,” you murmur, looking up at him “Thank you, Law. Really.”

He exhales softly, his fingers ghosting over your waist before settling there, pulling you a little closer “Didn’t want you thinking I forgot” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to cup his face “I wouldn’t have minded, you know. Just being with you is enough.”

His golden eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you before he finally gives in. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

He tastes like mint and tea, his hands firm yet gentle as they slide up your back, pressing you against him. The kiss deepens, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the connection. Your breath hitches when he nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with another lingering kiss.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little heavier.

“Happy anniversary” you whisper.

His smirk returns, softer this time “Yeah. Happy anniversary.”

You grin “Think we’ll make it another year?”

Law scoffs, tilting your chin up so he can steal another kiss “I know we will.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and the warmth of his lips lingering on yours, you have no doubt he’s right.

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azzifuddfanpage · 3 days ago

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azzi GETTING IT after todays game 😏😏😏

Azzi Fudd Masterclass

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alright since I got like actually 500000 requests for this here you guys go

also tell me what u think pls guys or i am literally gonna have 0 motivation

1.5k words

tw: smut, not edited (I’m lazy sorry)

themes: smut/ Azzi fudd amazing

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Cheers of the fans echoed through the air as the team boarded the coach bus.

Azzi felt paige’s hand press against her back as she made her way to the back and slid into one of the open seats.

“Did so good baby.” Paige said cheesing as she gently nudged her shoulder, plopping down into the seat next to her.

Azzi blushed avoiding paige’s eye contact.

“Ya we played well for sure.” Azzi said humbly as Kk cranked on the speaker blasting some sexy redd to celebrate.

“You coulda had 30 for sure.” Paige said shooting her a grin. “My girl CARRIED, South Carolina didn’t stand a chance.”

Azzi’s blush deepened as she playfully shoved paige away.

“Stop I played fine. You’re the one with all the crazy assists. Ms double double.” Azzi replied.

Paige smirked leaning into Azzi’s shoulder, “Guess I’ll just have to show you how good you did later.” Paige whispered, gently tracing her fingers along Azzi’s sweats.

Azzi’s breath hitched, as Paige’s fingers drew closer towards her inner thigh.

Azzi reached down placing her hand over paige’s to stop her from taking it any further.

“Paige-“ Azzi said through her teeth as she turned to look at paige.

She was met with nothing but pure lust, paige’s fingers twitched under hers, squeezing her thigh gently.

“It’ll be worth the wait trust.” Paige said rubbing her thigh soothingly.

Azzi sighed leaning her head against paige’s shoulder. This was going to be a long ride.

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The minute they entered paige’s dorm Azzi’s lips were on her.

Paige’s moved against Azzi’s with a rhythm as they made their way back to the bed.

Their lips remained together, as Azzi was backed up, her knees hitting the edge of the bed.

Paige let her tongue slip out of her mouth and lick gently at Azzi’s lips. Azzi let out a moan and paige let her tongue massage Azzi’s, fighting for dominance in her mouth.

Azzi let out a soft whimper as paige’s hands wandered, trailing down Azzi’s back and squeezing her ass gently.

Paige pulled away from the kiss slowly, sucking on Azzi’s bottom lip, listening to the pop as they disconnected.

They stand there, foreheads pressed together, breath heavy, staring at each other for a moment before paige playfully shoved Azzi down so she was horizontal on the bed.

Paige seductively unzipped her hoodie, letting the clothing fall off her shoulders leaving her in nothing but a sports bra.

She smirked as she watched Azzi’s eyes wander her body.

“Like what you see.” Paige growled as she slid her pants off as well, leaving her in just her spandex.

Azzi nodded innocently as she reached her arms out, begging paige to come closer.

Paige smirked, crawling onto the bed and inching towards Azzi seductively.

As she made her way from the edge of the bed to Azzi’s lips, she placed soft kisses over her clothed girlfriend.

“20”-kiss- “8”- kiss- “points.” Paige said as she placed wet sloppy kisses along Azzi’s jaw.

Azzi giggled as paige sucked on her skin, and licked gently at the irritated areas.

Paige leaned back forward to reconnect their lips, letting them mesh perfectly.

“Gonna do you so well princess.” She said, sitting up on Azzi’s stomach and toying with the hem of her hoodie.

Azzi lifted her arms, for paige to take it off, and paige smirked, doing as she was told, lifting it and exposing her sports bra.

Paige could see Azzi’s nipples poking through the thin material, she smirked bringing her finger to trace the sensitive nub. Azzi let out a soft moan at the contact and paige smirked, bringing her hands to lift the sports bra over her breasts.

Paige let out a soft moan at the sight of her boobs, taking one in her hand and kneeding it gently as she leaned down and pressed kisses against the soft tissue.

Azzi moaned as paige’s lips suctioned onto her nipple, sucking and pulling at it.

Azzi’s hand was now against paige’s face, holding it gently and brushing her fingers over her jaw, feeling it flex as she sucked her nipple.

Paige let it go with a pop, switching to her other one and giving it the same treat meant.

Her lips began to press kisses lower, trailing all the way to the hem of her sweats.

“You ready for me superstar?” She asked with a smirk as she fiddled with the hem.

Azzi’s breath hitched as she nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Words baby.” Paige said, slipping her fingers into her pants to run them along the waistband before pulling them out again.

“Yes need you so bad.” Azzi moaned tangling her fingers in paige’s hair, pulling her closer to her.

Paige chuckled as Azzi lifted her hips, letting paige slide her pants and panties down her legs.

Paige was immediately faced with Azzi’s dripping cunt.

“Damn you really were ready for me huh.” Paige said, bringing her finger to run it through Azzi’s slick.

Azzi moaned at the sudden contact, leaning her head back into the pillows.

Paige collected her wetness with her two fingers and brought it to her clit, tracing small circles against the bundle of nerves.

Paige could feel Azzi growing needier underneath her, as her breaths got shorter and louder.

Paige brought her fingers down dipping them into her hole and bringing them back up to rub her clit.

She kept her eyes on Azzi’s, watching her facial expressions as she traced the letters of her name against her clit.

Paige leaned forward, focusing back on her sopping cunt in front of her, and layed down so she at eye level with it.

Azzi could feel paige’s warm breath against her heat. She shuddered as paige pressed a gentle kiss to her clit, letting her fingers move back down to her whole.

Paiges fingers spread her open, and she placed another kiss right above her hole, watching as Azzi’s juices lubricated the area.

Paige brought her hand up to Azzi’s mouth, and Azzi obediently sucked her fingers, bobbing up and down and coating them in a thick layer of saliva.

Satisfied, paige pulled them away from her mouth, and brought them down towards her heat, plunging them straight into her hole.

Azzi moaned loudly at the unexpected pressure, feeling paige’s fingers hit deep in her pelvis. Paige leaned back forward, wrapping her lips around her clit and sucking on it as her fingers pounded in and out of her.

Paiges pulled at Azzi’s clit with her lips, releasing it with a pop. “Look at this tiny little pussy. So fucking good.” Paige said eyeing it hungrily and pulling her fingers out to rub her now throbbing clit.

“Please.” Azzi moaned, her eyes filled with need, as paige’s fingers moved through her folds.

“Whatever you want princess.” Paige said, as she let her fingers find Azzi’s hole.

She continued to thrust in and out.

“Fuck your so tight baby, taking me so well too. Love this fucking pussy.” She said, burying her face back into her clit, licking it softly.

Azzi moaned, tugging at paige’s hair and pulling her against her clit with more force.

Paige moaned into her clit, sending vibrations through Azzi’s system.

Azzi could feel her stomach tightening as paige’s fingers began to curl against her walls.

“Fuck.” Azzi moaned as paige wrapped her other arm around her thigh pulling Azzi’s pussy closer to her.

Paige shook her head against her clit, letting her tongue shake furiously as Azzi began to tighten around her fingers.

Soon the dorm was filled with the sounds of Azzi’s soft pretty moans and the wet squelching of paige’s fingers as they pounded into Azzi’s pussy.

Azzi’s juices were pouring out of her at this point, and paige removed her fingers, continuing to work her tongue to catch every last drop.

Azzi moaned as paige’s tongue brought her through her high.

When Azzi was physically pushing paige’s mouth away from her, paige finally stopped, giving her pussy a final kiss, and rising to her feet.

“Alright ready to do this 27 more times?” Paige said laughing.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Azzi said sarcastically, as she sat up expecting paige was grabbing a washcloth like usual but instead she was faced with a Nike shoe box.

Azzi gulped.

“Paige there is no fucking way I can do that 27 times. You were joking right?” Azzi said nervously.

Paige smirked, pulling the harness out of the box.

“Obviously, but that pretty pussy can for sure take another few rounds.” She said, pulling down her pants eyeing Azzi hungrily.

“Fuck me.” Azzi said throwing her head back with a laugh.

Paige tightened the harness around her thighs. “Oh I plan to.” She said as she walked back towards Azzi and spread her legs apart, diving straight in.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 days ago

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feb 2025 episode of octavinelle + 4koma updates!

***Note: no Episode of Savanaclaw manga update this month; Episode of Scarabia's first chapter drops on the 27th!***

It's time, guys... AZUL'S CHILDHOOD FLASHBACKS 🤡

Modern day Azul, octo form...! From only the back though.

Waaaaah~ The Coral Sea is so pretty!! I am certain that nothing could poooooossibly go wrong in this picturesque place :))

NUUUUUUUUU OTL NOT THE JUXTAPOSITION BETWEEN THE MERCHILDREN PLAYING IN THE LIGHT WITH EACH OTHER WHILE AZUL'S BY HIMSELF IN THE DARK IN HIS OCTOPOT...

THERE HE ISSSSSSSS 😭😭😭 ashdhvadoyd8tvqef8tqfasi Jade and Floyd are so right, Azul looks so squishy and cute...

It's interesting to fianlly get faces to put to Azul's bullies? They all do seem to be more humanoid merpeople than more sea creature-like ones (though the in-game silhouettes also implied this), which makes me wonder if the "they discriminate against octopus merfolk" theory have some kind of truth to it. A lot of it seems to be that they look down on him for spewing ink when he cries + his inability to swim fast; his limbs get tangled in things.

THOSE KIDS ARE SUCH DICKS THOUGH, AZUL WASN'T DOING ANYTHING TO THEM... Just swimming by with his stuff and that asshole had to tug on one of his tentacles, make Azul's stuff go everywhere, and knock Azul to the seabed... Poor baby's crying (and he inked too, which… uh, seems like the equivalent of wetting yourself in Finding Nemo but not sure if that’s the case here too)💀 KIDS ARE BRUTAL, MAN.

Also??? Confirmation that female merfolk wear seashell bras!! There's a background character that wears one.

OOOOOH Little Mermaid reference! We see a bunch of bottles in the same shapes as Ursula’s ingredients, but one thing that stuck out to me was this bubble with a butterfly in it. Ursula used a similar one to make her Vanessa disguise.

I like that the manga shows us how hard Azul worked to become the person we know today. We knew that he studied a lot and wrote a ton of spells using his limbs and the ink he produces, but we see him engaging in other activities to improve himself too. Like him lifting all those dumbbells!! That’s so impressive for a little kid.

THE TWINNNNNnmNnNNNNNnNs!!!! 😭 They’re so cute!! I think the super short hair (including the shorter black strands, lmao) looks very appealing on their smaller selves. The scales on their foreheads are a nice touch.

LMAO the way the twins just barge into Azul’s place and start digging through things 😭 No sense of privacy, I guess.

cbksbejebzoGsown NOT AZuL GRABBinG THEM AnD tOSSinG THEM OUT LikE TRAsH

And Jade and Floyd aren’t even bothered by it… They’re acting like it’s fun and they just got off some free roller coaster ride or something 😂

So like the game, they first encounter Azul as kids but they more directly approach him and offer to help him out in middle school?

Speaking of middle school, we get to see Octavinelle from this era as well!!

Jade and Floyd look very similar to their modern day selves, but you can tell that Azul notably still has some of his “baby fat”. By high school, it’s all gone.

… Anyway, I can see that the shady seafood trio still had their signature sketchy smirks, even all the way back then. This does not bode well 💦

This month's 4koma focuses on Riddle and his fellow Equestrian Club members! Riddle is trying to make a pumpkin carriage for Halloween, while Silver and Sebek provide feedback on how well the carriage suits Malleus's needs. Riddle also goes on to get help from Heartslabyul.

asdhlbiaogyvsfapa MALLEUS'S EGG (Tamago-sama..._ MAKES A CAMEO...

That's it for this month! On the 27th, we get to meet a new Yuu for the Episode of Scarabia, so I'm looking forward to that.

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aquaholicsanonymousworld · 2 days ago

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Fool for you

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe Burrow has been patient. Too patient.

He figures you just don’t see it—don’t see him—that way. It’s fine. He’s not the type to force things, not the type to play games or make some grand, sweeping declaration. That’s never been his style. But, if he’s being honest, it does make him feel a little foolish.

Because the way he looks at you? It should be obvious.

He watches the way you move through the world, never lingering too long, never getting caught up in things that don’t matter. You’re sharp, quick-witted, the kind of person who doesn’t fall for charm just because it’s handed to you. You keep your circle tight, your heart guarded, and if you notice the way Joe is always around—just in the periphery, just enough to be useful but not overbearing—you don’t mention it.

So, he waits.

Tonight is no different.

It’s late, and you’re exhausted, barely keeping your eyes open as you sit at the bar of the team’s post-game gathering. You weren’t even supposed to come out, but someone had talked you into it, and now you’re regretting it.

Joe watches from his seat across the room as you absentmindedly swirl your drink, forehead creased with exhaustion. He can tell you’re at the point where you’re debating whether it’s worth the effort to say goodbye before slipping out or if you should just ghost and text an excuse in the morning.

Instead, before you can make a decision, he moves.

You don’t even notice him approach until his shoulder brushes yours, his warmth solid and familiar as he leans against the bar next to you.

“Looking like you’re two seconds away from disappearing,” Joe muses, his voice low, that slight rasp softening the words.

You glance at him, blinking slow. “Thinking about it.”

He smirks, glancing at the untouched drink in front of you. “Wasting good liquor?”

“I didn’t want it,” you shrug, shifting slightly to face him. “I just… felt like I had to order something.”

Joe hums, eyes flicking over your face. He notices the way your fingers tap against the countertop, the way your lips part like you’re about to say something before thinking better of it.

“Let me guess,” he says, tilting his head, “you were planning on just leaving without saying anything.”

You smirk, lips twitching. “Why does that sound like something you’d do?”

His grin deepens. “Because it is.”

You laugh, and something settles in his chest, the tightness he hadn’t realized was there easing just a bit. He wants you to keep laughing, to keep looking at him like that, like he’s the thing making this whole night worth it.

Then, before he can stop himself, before he can talk himself out of it, he reaches for your hand.

It’s casual. Effortless. His fingers brushing against yours before settling in a loose grip. He half-expects you to pull away, to shake him off like you hadn’t even noticed—but you don’t.

Instead, you go still.

Not in a bad way, not in a get off me way. Just in a realization way.

And Joe sees it, feels it, the shift in the air between you. The way your eyes flicker to his, something cautious, something thoughtful, like you’re finally, finally starting to put things together.

His hold on your hand is easy, like he’s giving you a chance to take it or leave it.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never really thought about Joe like that before—at least, not in a way you let yourself examine—but suddenly, everything about this moment feels different.

You look at him, at the way he’s watching you like he already knows what you’re going to do. Like he’s been waiting for you to figure it out.

And for once, you don’t overthink it.

You squeeze his hand. Just barely, just enough.

Joe exhales, something like a quiet laugh escaping him, and if you weren’t already exhausted, you might’ve had the energy to tease him for it. Instead, you just let it sit between you, unspoken but obvious.

Joe smirks, squeezing your hand back before nodding toward the door. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”

And just like that, you let him lead you through the crowd, his fingers still laced with yours.

Maybe you were a fool for not seeing it sooner.

But Joe?

He never minded waiting.

#joe burrow #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #cincinnati bengals #bengals #nfl #nfl football #nfl fanfic #imagine #fanfic #oneshot

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prlssprfctn · 7 hours ago

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On Bruce's birthday, Jason gifts him a self-made intellectual game in a "resolve this case" style that contains a secret prize. And Bruce? Bruce loves it. He always likes resolving mysteries (you have no idea how many times he reread Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christi) and it is finally so refreshing to work on something... fun and not threatening others' lives! And there will be another prize as a reward? That's great! Brilliant, even.

The problem? Bruce absolutely overthinks the whole thing and instead of finding an obvious answer, he starts plotting insane theories and spiralling in the rabbit hole.

Jason, slightly anxious but hopeful: So, had you resolved it? Did you find what was the victim's last words? Bruce, running on 55 cups of coffee, with a mischievous glint in his eyes: Oh, Jaylad, don't even start. I am thinking between the theory regarding Russian spies and involvement of Epstein. Jason, double-checking his father's state, with smile switching on growl: What.

Bruce is so entertained and sucked into the drama of the fake case that he doesn't even realise that Jason is awfully close to throwing the whole tantrum. Because he didn't just put all his heart into this stupid surprise answer for Bruce to went in a complete opposite direction???

Dick, amused: He is so distracted that he refused going patrolling today and sent us. I can't. This is hilarious. Jason, kicking rocks in frustration: I might as well kill Joker while he is at it. He probably won't even notice. Damian: So, Todd, what is the secret surprise that you are so... hysterical? Jason: Nothing! It is nothing! I don't care! Tim, who looked at the case once and figured the answer out instantly: Yeah, buddy, that's rough.

Jason, a one week after, sitting on the tea ceremony with Alfred: Let me guess, old man is still hadn't figured out the mystery behind the case? Alfred: I am afraid he went... slightly aboard with the capacity of his imagination, master Jason. Now, if you allow me to ask... What was the surprise hidden in the victim's last words? Jason, sniffling: It was supposed to be "I love you, Dad. Can I return home?" Alfred: Alfred: You want to say that I could have my grandson back home a week ago, and we could already arrange and decorate you a new room, and have you over on every dinner, if your father wasn't this... complicated? Jason: Uh, I guess? Jason: Also, why did you just call him my father and not master Bruce... Alfred, standing up to take a riffle: Right now he is not my master. Just your father. Jason: Uh, Alfie????

#Alfred who just wants to have his whole family together at once: MASTER BRUCE DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THIRTY MINUTES?????????#Bruce knocks on Jason's door that evening with another fake case scenario #unlike him it takes fifteen minutes for Jason to crack the code #it is “I can't wait to have you back son. Love you too”#happy birthday Bruce Wayne :3 #jason todd #red hood #dcu comics #batman #dcu #dc universe #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne

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softness-and-shattering · 8 hours ago

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@fourohfourlifenotfound

A lot of the time its all 3. Or eg 1. Mamage disability 2. Manage basic physical needs like eating. 3. Managing 2nd tier physical needs like hygeine.

Sometimes 3 is emotional/social/intellectual needs depending on how much energy the person has to begin with.

Lately, managing all the specialists I gotta see has bumped up to a full number, possibly more than one and its genuinely really overwhelming, and I have to work out something soon or I will crash and see no specialists, its happened before.

So I have like

1. Managing disability and phsyical needs on a daily basis. 2. Juggle energy v everyone who I need and who wants to be helping me. 3. Destress decompress dont let 2 knock me out.

Make my house look nice is on the list but waaay down. I have things I need to buy in an open tab at checkout but I havent had the wherewithal to properly go through with the purchase yet. I have a gazillion things -

Ok actually, let me tell you the metaphor I actually use.

Yknow how people talk about having things on the backburner? Like a stovetop, main things on the stronger front burner, simmering things on the back burner.

Firstly I have fewer burners than the average person. There are things on front burner amd back burner and occasionally I can also hold something. The floor is absolutely covered in pots that have fallen off the burners entirely. Some are more important to me and I keep half an eye on tjem but they are firmly on the floor. Many many many pots I dont notice until I trip on them, at which point I have to weigh circumstances and decide if gets swapped with something on a burner, or if I continue tripping and maybe bruise a shin because I dont get what I want or someone is upset at me or some other consequence.

Sometimes I can look at whats on the floor and make it more orderly, but eg like now I have so many pots im trying to juggle while i work out what I even have room for, I cant organise shit my attention is fully taken up and if i trip on anything I am ignoring it im favor of staying on my feet. If i fall, everytjing gets dropped, I crash, and I exist in burn- out just getting through each day for weeks to months. I *really* have to work out all Im juggling, some of which is getting support work to help me with all my pots! But I cant take much off the stove. Its really urgent, as is keeping my cool and my necessary chillness to not burn out, and everyday disability management is inescapable so....I guess my active burners are ...less than two? Im mixing metaphors too much. I need to get my shit together abd lesen my.load asap before I crash, basically.

Its weird to tell people Ive been suoer busy when large portions of my time are taken up with staying calm - playing games, watching vods of gamers, untangling my tangled yarn - but it really is a top priority and my busyness is relative to my capacity, not to what other people consider to be large amoubt of avtivity.

This became me venting as well as offering uh insight and commentary I guess. I think thats ok. Part of the wjple being human means having emotions and wavering on the topic a little.

I think im gonna try integrate this top 3 perspective into comparing myself to others, at least. I have....way morr than 3 things that I WANT to be my top 3 priorities lol 😂😂😂

One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.

(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)

This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”

Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”

It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)

#also if someone coulf please copy/imahe description for me #i cant rn #comment #disability

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badhee · 2 days ago

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𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 ! ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader, established relationship genre/tags: smut, v small amount of angst, fluff, thigh riding, body worshipping, face sitting, hee’s lowkey simping hella hard & losing the idgaf war but we love to see it <3 words: 1.4k

jk version.

“Can you stop ignoring me please? It's driving me crazy.” You whine to your nonchalant boyfriend, urging him to mutter at least one word.

He has been giving you the silent treatment since this morning. You and Heeseung got into a petty argument that could've been easily resolved within seconds had he not just stormed out mid-convo.

Rightfully so— you were upset by him not wanting to talk things out and he got all defensive by saying you were ‘overreacting’. The bickering only spiraled from there and once you realized you had to leave for work you left without even saying a proper goodbye.

You felt bad for not at least giving a peck on the cheek but you were slightly annoyed by how stubborn he could be at times. Once you came back home, you wanted to talk with him immediately to patch things up yet he's still being difficult with you. His silence was speaking mere volumes.

“So you're really going to play that game now, huh? You know you can't ignore me forever Hee.” You snicker, all those pent up emotions filling you with an intense longing for him. “Can you say something?”

Heeseung remained quiet as a mouse, still refusing to speak, just sitting there examining you. Taking all of you in, basking in his own little fucked up glory. He wasn't trying to ignore you at first but now it has turned into a game for him. His only goal was seeing how far he could push your buttons until you finally break.

There was nothing more frustrating than craving someone's affection. His affection. Usually he'd give it to you on a silver platter, spoiling you with all the love and attention he could provide. But today — you were gonna have to work for it, and that you did.

Since talking wasn't the solution you try your best guess and think of something else. That's when a devious plan struck your mind — you were going to get a word of out him one way or another.

You were still wearing your work clothes so you strip naked right in front him, taking off every piece of clothing to only leave you in your panties. He tried to make it not so obvious that he was staring but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Still quiet, he looks up at you with his big, brown doe eyes — glancing over every inch of your bare form.

Biting his lip while leaning back on the couch he takes in all of you, losing himself in your alluring gaze. As much as he wanted to believe he had all the control in this situation, you played a deafening role in making sure this won't be an easy win for him.

As soon as you fully undressed you make your way over to Heeseung, subtly swaying your hips to send a rise out of him. Walking up to your boyfriend you find yourself straddling his thighs between your legs, the bitter silence only creating a thicker tension. His face looked so innocent, you couldn't help but go in to kiss him. Grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a sweet, sensual kiss, molding your lips to match his hungry movement.

He was passionate with the kiss — almost leaving you winded by the end. You could tell that he's been holding that in since this morning, you couldn't open your eyes afterwards, savoring in the taste of him on your tongue.

“I'm an asshole, I'm sorry y/n. I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes… but l'm thankful to have someone as patient as you in my life.” Heeseung finally spoke, his gentle tone brings you a familiar source of comfort.

Heated make outs turned you both into even more dangerous territory. A constant rush of heat surges throughout your body, leading it’s way down to your aching core as you swung your head back in pleasure while riding your boyfriend's pretty, muscular thighs. The light-blue distressed jeans he wore showing just the slightest bit of skin to make you go feral. The weak, sweaty kisses in between rutting against him — the friction of his jeans grazing over your clothed heat, making you feverishly whimper out for him.

Heeseung couldn't keep his hands off you if he tried. Everything about you is absolutely stunning and perfect to him. His hands dance along the perimeters of your body, tracing every line and curve of your heavenly beauty — embarking on the notion that you are all his. He needs to show how grateful and lucky he is to have you more often.

“God... need you so bad right now..I don't wanna waste another second without having my cock inside you.” He keens, migrating his lips up the side of your earlobe.

He's going to have to put in a lot more work in order to get a reward like that though.

“I want you to eat me out then we can talk later.” You boldly counter, not even giving him an option at this point.

His face lights up with that idea, “Wanna sit on my face princess?” You nod right away, letting Heeseung maneuver you to the side so he could lye down comfortably — he looks up at you with wandering eyes as you go in for another kiss. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands to grab your ass. It's beginning to become too unbearable to keep your panties on.

Breaking the kiss to remove your soaked underwear, you toss them on the floor and meet your boyfriend's handsome face once again.

The anticipation was killing him, he couldn't wait to devour your pretty little pussy already ;( As soon as you positioned yourself below him, he held onto your thighs with both hands — making eye contact with you as he pressed a kiss to your swollen bud.

Any minor touch to your clit makes you overtly sensitive, letting out a tiny mewl from the light action. His lips part open to dip his tongue into your wetness, “mmmh... fuck hee” you hiss, already needing to brace yourself to not cum early. His mouth always works magic on you, leaving you with an earth-shattering orgasm every single time.

He flattens his tongue completely now, dragging a long stripe across your slit, drinking up all your essence, letting none of you go to waste. His face was so deeply buried into you all you could see now was the top of his head — grabbing a fistful of his messy hair to pull on later. You rock your hips back and forth to build more movement, grinding on his face while not having a care in the world if he could breathe or not.

From the looks of it, there were no complications on his end since he started moaning against you — the vibrations sending instant chills to your spine. You feel his nose brush up against your bundle of nerves, his tongue appears again to spread it’s brutal attack on your clit. His warmth on the sensitive sprout makes you jut your hips into a hastier motion.

“Shit... keep going just like that…i'll cum all over your face,” you cry out, feeling yourself close to making a huge mess and creaming all over his face.

“Yeah? Do it. Cum on my face please, baby.” He only breaks away to say that quickly, sounding rather desperate but attaches hisself back instantly.

Those string of words did it for you, it was like ultimate green light to reaching your climax. Two digits enter your weeping cunt and his tongue goes back to sucking on your puffy abused clit — the knot in your stomach tightening as he produced sloppier licks to your leaking folds.

A lusty, guttural moan escaped your lips, damn near screaming your boyfriend's name at the top of your lungs. Heeseung keeps your hips steady with a tight grasp to help ride out your intense high; his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping. His face saturated with the glint of your sweet nectar, he licks his lips and savors the delicious taste of you, there's nothing that'll ever compare.

"So beautiful my baby.. so fuckin' gorgeous.." he chants under his breath, planting kisses to the apex of your thighs. He'll never get tired of admiring your pretty body— or you in general.

Heeseung has always been more of a giver than a receiver, he likes to watch his partner writhe under him, loves when they cry and violently shake while he's giving them the most pleasurable moments of their life. He also likes to get what he wants in the end but that isn't always needed for him to be satisfied. He'll get his nut eventually, but in the meantime he's going to keep playing with you some more.

#heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #lee heesung x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha smut #heeseung drabbles #lee heeseung smut #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #heeseung x you #heeseung scenarios

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kanmom51 · 2 days ago

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Happy birthday Hobi

And hello hello Jikook!!!

Full clip. Notice how there are some things that aren't translated. Could be because of how fast they were talking and how hard it is to spontaneously translate a 3 person conversation. Could be because there were things they preferred to mull over before translating. I guess we'll know when the full translation comes out in a few days.

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So, first we have JM.

Yes, I guess things never change.

And then...

Oopsy JM and JK.

Thank you for letting us know and making it clear that:

You spend your evenings together.

You shower together.

You have heart to hearts talking about you futures ("what kind of lives we will live moving forward") .

Oh, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting everyone know what was bloody obvious to us Jikookers.

YOU SHARE A DORM.

And another source:

I'm usually not like that.

But let me enjoy this moment. Just a little bit!!!

Mic drop motherfuckers!!!

JM tells us he has put on weight - bulk, muscle (and yet he won't let us see him like that).

But what about JK, you might ask...

Really JM?

Tell us you are having the time of your life without telling us you are having the time of your life!!

And we have stories.

So many stories...

If anyone thinks Jikook were annoying before with their inside jokes and games, know now that post military they are going to be absolutely insufferable.

In the very best way possible.

🤣🤣

And I'm here - with y'all - to enjoy every second of it!!!

Quite a surprise they organized for us today.

Thank you once again, Hobi, for being president of our Jikook fan club, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUNSHINE.

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #jikook in hobi's birthday live #Youtube

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justwinginglife · 3 days ago

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The BL Boys React To Your Pet Names

Guys, I did just kinda pick and choose from the boys because there are so many of them and I’m lazy. Wrote this kinda off the top of my head, might do a part two maybe. If you want HCs for a specific boy, either one who wasn’t mentioned or more of one that was mentioned, let me know and I’ll do my best.

@ouiouimochi this is your sign to write more BL.

Sae Itoshi

The first time you call Sae a pet name, he simply stares at you, seemingly unamused. He doesn’t say anything, but you’re sure he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “Really? ‘Baby’ was the best you could do?” You quickly cough and change the subject, vowing to never bring up the pet names again. As the day goes by, he realizes you really aren’t going to call him by the pet name again. He waits for you to say it, he doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that he actually enjoyed it, but eventually when he comes to the conclusion that you’re far too embarrassed to ever attempt it again, he sighs and takes you by the chin before giving you a stern look. “Did I say you could stop calling me baby? No, I didn’t. So get on with it already.” You blink, surprised. Then a smile spreads across your face. “Whatever you say, baby.”

Meguru Bachira

Bachira’s grin stretches endlessly when he hears the pet name you’ve so casually let slip from your lips. “Ooooh, so we’ve moved onto pet names, have we? Sounds like so much fun, my turn!” You have to smile at his enthusiasm and you’re honestly curious to see what he’ll pick out for you. It isn’t until he starts whispering every pet name he can think of into your ear, in that low, seductive tone of his that you realize you might’ve started something dangerous. Sweat begins to drip down your neck and your cheeks flush red as he murmurs in your ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe, “How’s my baby doing? My darling. Love of my life. Honey. Princess. Angel.” He purrs each word like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. “M-Meguru!” You protest, trying to pull away. He holds you firmly in his grip. “I’m not done yet, sweetie.” Just what have you done?

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri looks away, and you think he might’ve disliked the pet name, but then he mumbles under his breath, “Say it again.” You grin. “Hi baby,” you coo into his ear. He shivers and then pulls you close to him. “You’re such a tease,” He grumbles. “But you like it though,” You say with a wink. “But I like it though,” He concedes, repeating your words in agreement. After snuggling close to you for a few more moments, he finally says, “You know you can’t take it back, right?” You laugh. “Silly baby. What makes you think I’d take it back? You’re mine for life.” His brows furrow, his mind still clouded with conflict, “Alright, well, if we get into a fight and you’re mad at me, you better still call me baby, you got that? None of this Chigiri or Hyoma shit anymore.”

Reo Mikage

Reo blinks and then he smirks. “Baby, huh? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. Makes me want to parade you around, in front of the entire team, and have you say it over and over again. Give them something to bitch about later.” You laugh. “That’s not why I said it.” He grins devilishly. “I know, but it’s a perk that comes with it. Why shouldn’t I show you off? Let’s make everybody miserable with how unbearably happy we are together.” He begins to suck and kiss at your neck, unbothered by the fact that he’s acting out in broad daylight. His hands wander your body greedily as proof of the effect the pet name has had on him. “Reo-” You whine, trying to fend off his advances. “Nuh-uh. It’s ‘baby’ now, remember? I won’t answer to anything else anymore. Now, moan it a little louder for me, sweetheart.”

Seishiro Nagi

“Baby? Oh. Yeah. I guess that is what couples usually call each other. Alright, I’ll call you baby too.” He’s completely unbothered by this new phase in your relationship, and he continues to game on his console without a care in the world. You should’ve known he would react like this, should’ve known it wouldn’t be as big a deal to him as it was to you, but you’ve just spent this whole time psyching yourself up to say it, and if you’re honest, you’re disappointed he didn’t react more. You bite your lip. He peers up at you from his position laying in your lap. “Something wrong?” You muster up a smile and shake your head. He sits up. “That’s not true. Tell me. What’s wrong?” You sigh. “I thought you’d be more… excited by the pet names.” His brows furrow. “I’m thrilled, what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat. “You…are? You didn’t seem like it.” He caresses your cheek. “I instantly jumped to calling you pet names too, didn’t I? I’m thrilled, baby. I am. Really.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I love you,” He adds for emphasis. He says it so simply but maybe it’s the straightforward way in which he says it that sets your heart at ease, because for him, loving you is as easy as existing.

Rin Itoshi

Rin ushers you into a supply closet and quickly shuts the door. You smirk. “Something wrong, baby?” There’s that word again. He tenses up. “You can’t just call me that in front of the team,” He hisses, cheeks tinging red. You take a step towards him, backing him against the door. Then you dance two fingers up his chest. “But you’re my baby, are you not?” He huffs and crosses his arms in a fake show of annoyance. But he isn’t annoyed. Not in the slightest. In fact, he’s thinking to himself that it’s probably perfect he yanked you into the supply closet because he’s feeling he might melt into a puddle at this very minute and you’ll have to carry him home in a mop bucket. “Yeah, well…” He finally begins to speak, his voice taking on a much softer tone, “Can you just say it when we’re at home alone? I don’t want anybody to see this side of me but you.”

Shouei Barou

Barou snorts. “Do I look like a baby to you?” You roll your eyes. “Well, I’m not calling you king.” He raises a brow at your attitude. “My lord will do just fine.” A devious look crosses your face. “Oh, you want to play the power game?” You suddenly straddle his lap. “Mind telling me exactly which one of us was whimpering last night, begging for a break?” Barou grits his teeth. You bite back a grin as you snuggle up against him, triumphant. He tenses in frustration, but he allows it. “I’ll try something else then,” You concede, not wanting to tarnish anymore of his ego than you already have. “How about my darling? Or my love?" He wrinkles his nose. “Do I look like some lovesick fool to you?” You raise a brow as if to say “Do you really want me to answer honestly?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Fine. How about, Handsome?” He straightens slightly, interest peaked. Finally. “There he is. Hi, Handsome.” You purr into his ear with a voice that turns even kings into beggars. Looks like he’ll be spending tonight on his knees too.

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thebibliosphere · 1 day ago

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My brother experiences anaphylaxis very quickly and suddenly the way it’s shown in a lot of shows so that’s what I was trained to help deal with as a child.

No one ever told me anaphylactic or anaphylactoid* reactions could creep up on you slowly over a matter of hours. Very few places online mention it and some doctors aren’t even able to recognize it because they get it drilled into them that swelling and airway constriction are the major warning signs.

With hindsight last night I started having reactions about 8pm that I dismissed as feeling “a bit POTSy” (rapid heartbeat and feeling unsteady on my feet) I ate dinner then went to bed because I suddenly couldn’t keep my eyes open. 11pm I rocketed upright out of sleep because I was experiencing extreme anxiety. Then I realized my stomach was burning and it progressed quickly from there to stomach upset, followed by burning reflux in my chest and my heart skyrocketing to 160+ and a feeling of faintness and tightness in my airways.

With further hindsight I was experiencing more than two systemic reactions of the body which indicates anaphylaxis and the use of an epi pen and a trip to the hospital is required but um… do as I say not as I do, I guess. 🫠

(mast cell patients everywhere in the US playing the dangerous game of “to epi pen or not to epi pen” because you haven’t met your deductible yet…)

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* An anaphylactic reaction is defined as an allergic response to IgE mediators that causes mast cells to degranulate and release multiple chemicals into the body that culminates in anaphylaxis.

Anaphylactoid is caused by non IgE mediated reactions, such as basophils, which is why you should never ever try to treat an allergic reaction with things like ibuprofen.

Ibuprofen can liberate basophil cells and can worsen allergic reactions by furthering mast cell degranulation. This is not unique to an ibuprofen allergy, it’s just how the drug works and during allergic reactions the body is already primed to react to other things.

I have seen this rec’d a lot on TikTok a lot.

Please, for the love of god, don’t listen to people on TikTok telling you to treat allergies with ibuprofen and Benadryl (Benadryl doesn’t stop anaphylaxis!!! It just relieves a few symptoms and due to the chance of drowsiness may mask falling into shock. Only take Benadryl for mild allergic reactions. It may be administered in hospital after epinephrine to help with symptom management).

I’m begging at this point. Also maybe consider taking a different pain killer if you’ve had an allergic reaction within the last 72 hours.

Mast cells take roughly 72 hours after exposure to a reaction to calm down, regardless of whether you have a mast cell disease or not. That’s why if you have anaphylaxis they warn you to keep an eye on symptoms for up to 72 hours in case of biphasic reactions. The more you know.

I had a severe mast cell reaction to something last night for the first time in the longest time* and I can honestly say, hand on heart, I have no idea how I lived like that 24/7 for years.

I have no idea how I dealt with that nightly as a child, only to be yelled at and told to stop attention seeking, while last night my partner held me while I shook and prepared to stick me with an epi pen.

Thankfully he didn’t have to. Thankfully my airways cleared after my body purged itself of everything I’d eaten yesterday** and my heart rate began to climb down. But Jesus Christ, I am wrecked this morning.

* no idea why, only thing I can think of is hormones + sugar which can sometimes raise histamine levels

** everyone thinks anaphylactic reactions start with visible swelling and airway constriction, but for me it’s always been the much slower reaction of severe gastric symptoms which progresses to rapid elevated heartbeat, followed by agonizing acid reflux that burns through my whole chest and then if it doesn’t stop, my airways start to close while I simultaneously start to “fall asleep” (that’s the shock.)

Very rarely do I get visible swelling or hives unless whatever triggered the reaction was from skin contact or injected into my veins. So, just so you know, anaphylaxis doesn’t always look the way it does in the movies. I tell you this only in case it saves a life one day.

#chronic health tag #mcas #mast cell activation syndrome #allergic reaction

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iconbyunghun · 3 days ago

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Mistress

Pairing: Lee Byung Hun x Fem!Reader

Summary: No matter how many times you tried to distance yourself from him, you always ended up succumbing to the intensity of his touches and words.

Warnings: Smut 18+, MDNI, age gap (late-20s/50s), unsafe sex, infidelity

Word count: 1.9 k

a/n: It's my first time posting here, and English isn't my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes.

The thumping music pulsed through the air, blending with laughter and lively conversation. The Squid Game 2 wrap party was at its peak—a well-earned celebration after months of hard work. You glanced around, awed by how far you had come. Being part of such a massive project had been an incredible opportunity, filled with unforgettable experiences and people… and one of them, one you should never have allowed, was the reason you had hesitated to come tonight.

Across the room, among the sea of familiar faces, you spotted Wi Ha-Joon approaching with his signature ear-to-ear grin. His contagious energy made you smile instinctively.

“Hey, beautiful. Glad to see you’re having fun,” he said before taking a sip of his drink.

“I wasn’t planning on coming, actually,” you admitted, holding your glass. You weren’t a big fan of these kinds of events, but alcohol certainly helped loosen you up.

“What changed your mind?” he asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

“I guess I needed a distraction,” you shrugged.

Ha-Joon chuckled, raising his glass in a toast before continuing the conversation. A few drinks later, his proximity became more evident. You couldn’t deny how attractive he was—tall, strong, and completely shameless in his flirting. His hand rested subtly on your waist as you danced, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I need to use the restroom,” you said with a smile after a few minutes.

“I’ll be here,” he nodded, watching as you walked away.

You made your way toward the hallway leading to the restrooms, but just before turning the corner, a strong hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you back with firm determination.

“What the f—?” The air caught in your throat when you recognized him. Lee Byung Hun. Damn it. You hadn’t even noticed he was at the party.

He dragged you into a dimly lit storage room, shutting the door behind him. Your heart pounded against your chest as you met his gaze—tense, irritated, and brimming with jealousy.

“I see you’ve been having fun,” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes burned with resentment. “Is that idiot the reason you left me?”

Anger bubbled within you instantly. What right did he have to question you?

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped, yanking your arm free from his grip.

“So, you’re not denying it,” he continued, his jaw clenching.

“You know exactly why we couldn’t keep doing… this,” you shot back, your voice laced with bitterness.

“You can’t do this to me… I need you,” he blurted suddenly, desperation creeping into his tone.

Something in his expression cracked. He had spent the entire night watching you, seeing you laugh with another man, move so freely, so happily—something that had never been allowed when you were together in public.

“You can’t say that…” you whispered, lowering your gaze to his hand, where the ring on his finger gleamed under the dim light. “At the end of the night, you’ll go back to her.”

Your eyes burned, tears threatening to spill.

“You knew what this was from the start,” he tried to justify, in the worst way possible.

“I don’t need you to remind me,” your voice trembled, the ache in your chest deepening. It was true. You had known. From the very beginning. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Byung Hun exhaled sharply and stepped closer, lifting a hand to gently cup your cheek—his tenderness a stark contrast to the storm in his gaze.

“I know you don’t want this to end like this…” he murmured, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as he moved even closer, his warmth enveloping you entirely. His scent, his presence—everything about him disarmed you with terrifying ease.

“Don’t make this harder…” you pleaded in a whisper, but even you didn’t believe your own words.

Time seemed to slow as his lips brushed against yours—soft, hesitant, offering one last warning, one last chance to stop him. But just like the first time, you didn’t.

His gentle, slow kisses quickly turned urgent, pressing you against the wall as his hands roamed your body with desperate need. His tongue parted your lips, stealing your breath and any coherent thought.

“Fuck…” he groaned against your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw, lower, marking you as his. His fingers found the zipper of your dress, and without hesitation, he slid it down, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

“Byung Hun…” you sighed as his lips traced the curve of your collarbone, his tongue leaving a blazing path toward your chest. Your fingers gripped his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

He caught your silent plea, discarding his shirt and allowing you to admire the sculpted lines of his body. His large hands explored every inch of your body hungrily, skilled fingers slipping between your thighs, drawing a ragged moan from your lips.

“Look at what you do to me…” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed himself against you through his clothes. The hardness of his arousal was undeniable, and the heat of his body ignited every fiber of your being.

His firm hands guided you toward what seemed like a wooden table. You braced yourself against it, feeling his body settle between your legs.

“You have no idea how much I’ve suffered without you…” he murmured against your neck, leaving a trail of fervent kisses. His voice, thick with longing, made you tremble.

A gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers slid inside you—wet, expert, touching that spot he knew so well. His movements were slow, torturously precise. In and out, twisting, exploring. Then, with his thumb, he rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, making you whimper.

“He’ll never have you like this,” he said with pride, enthralled by your sweet moans and the wetness dripping down his fingers.

You could barely process his words, your mind clouded by pleasure. You just wanted more. When you felt yourself reaching the edge, your body moved instinctively, desperately seeking release.

Finally, it hit you—your climax crashing over you as his name spilled from your lips, your body trembling against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured with a dark smile, lowering his zipper. With both hands, he pushed down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock—thick, flushed, glistening with need.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, wrapping a hand around your throat with gentle firmness.

But you’re not mine, you wanted to say, but desire drowned out your thoughts. You only nodded, biting your lip.

Without another word, he thrust into you in one swift motion, a shared moan filling the room. His strokes were deep, precise, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him. The music from the party felt distant, drowned out by the sound of your mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

“Shit…” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. “That’s it, princess… come for me.”

His raspy moans were your undoing. His mouth found yours, swallowing your cry as ecstasy overtook you. Seconds later, with a few erratic thrusts, he spilled into you, holding you close as your ragged breaths intertwined.

He rested his forehead against yours, still buried inside you.

“I love you,” he whispered, breathless.

It wasn’t the first time he had said it in these moments. You had tried to convince yourself not to take it seriously, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing it was true.

He noticed the shift in your expression. You looked hurt. He had spent weeks thinking about you, regretting all the times he had made you cry. And yet, here you were again.

"Listen to me..." He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. "I’ve fucked up. With you, with my wife, with myself. You have every right to hate me."

He paused, studying your face. When you didn’t respond, he continued.

"I'm afraid of what will happen if this gets out. Of what they'll say about you, about me, about us. I'm afraid of hurting the mother of my children… but I'm also afraid of losing you."

You parted your lips to argue, but he stopped you.

"Please, let me finish." He knew you too well. He knew you were about to interrupt him.

"I know I'm selfish, irresponsible… but I want to make things right this time. I can’t lose you."

"What makes you think I even want to give you another chance?" you cut in, frowning.

He let out a wry smile.

"If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be here like this, beautiful." You couldn't fool him. Not him, and not yourself.

"What exactly are you proposing?" You tried to sound cold. You tried. And you failed.

He ran a hand through his hair before resting it on your thigh.

"Give me a month. One month to talk to her, to start the process. I'm getting a divorce."

You looked at him in disbelief.

"I could give you a week, a month, or a year, and I still wouldn’t believe that," you admitted. You knew this was the usual lie a married man told to keep his mistress around. Mistress. The word made your stomach turn.

He sighed before finally pulling out of you, knowing you wouldn’t be easy to convince. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. He fixed his pants while you tried to steady your breathing and your thoughts. From his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and returned to you, wiping you gently.

You both dressed in complete silence. He zipped up your dress, and you helped him wipe away the lipstick you had left on his lips and part of his face.

"I know you don’t believe me," he said, holding your waist before you could step away. "But tonight, I’m talking to her."

You were about to tell him it was best to end this, but he shocked you by dropping to his knees and taking your hands in his.

"Please, trust me. I won’t fail you this time." His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes shining, on the verge of tears. You had never seen him like this.

Your emotions betrayed you. You found yourself nodding, even as every rational part of your mind screamed at you to walk away. But he was there, kneeling before you, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and determination that made you tremble.

As you stepped out, you prayed you wouldn’t run into anyone familiar, but as if fate itself found the situation amusing, you crossed paths with Ha-Joon. The young man’s gaze flickered between the two of you before settling on you, his eyes filled with disappointment. He didn’t need to ask what had just happened—he already knew. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. He only held your gaze for an agonizing few seconds before turning on his heel and walking away.

Byung Hun, standing beside you, straightened with an air of victory. His lips curled into the faintest smirk as he watched the younger man’s retreating figure. His hand slid down the curve of your hip before gripping your waist possessively, as if staking his claim.

#lee byung hun #lee byung hun x reader #lee byung hun x you #lee byung hun imagine #frontman x reader #hwang inho x reader #squid game #squid game 2 #in ho x reader

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wlwsoccerfics · 2 days ago

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Told you not to overdue it (RenéeSlegersXReader)

AN: Here it is, the RenéeXReader fic. Hope you enjoy. Let me know If you want more of the Team moms.

Summary: you thought it was just a normal day at Arsenal but then your next Patient turned out to be your wife.

You just finished taping Lias shoulder when you got the call from one of the Assistent Coaches that someone needed your help on the Trainings Pitch. Cause they have Hurt their ankle.

You fully expected it to be a Player. But instead you were met with your wife sitting on the grass, holding her ankle.

"hi." You Said softly to the Team and then looked at your wife.

"Renée, my love. What happened?" You asked and kneeled down in front of her.

"i was warming up with the Girls and then i slipped and my ankle buckled." She told you. Sighing softly. The Girls were standing close by, watching the two of you. While you checked out your wife's ankle.

"i told you not to overdue it ,love." You kissed her head quickly before putting an ice pack on it.

"i know ,i know!" She answered and blushed a bit.

"it looks like just a sprained ankle. Now we ice it for some minutes and then i will help you up and we see how it goes. But i recommend taking it easy no matter what!" You explained. "Better safe then sorry!" You added on.

After a few minutes of icing the Injury, you wrapped her ankle up with a Bandage and then helped her up.

"it only is a little discomfort left! So guess that's good!" Renée told you. You chuckled softly.

"it is good indeed! But when you get home all you gonna do is stay off that ankle and cuddle with Lio, your three months old son, he was the biggest joy of the two of you. Your Mom was currently watching him.

"next time you have to bring him to practice. We Miss Out Arsenal Baby!" Emily said softly.

"agreed!" Leah answered.

"we promise we bring him with us tomorrow!" You told them. You have given birth to him and went back to work rather quickly. Taking him with you in the Physio room for most of the day.

You grabbed some crutches for your wife just in case so she could finish the practice with the Team. Going back to your office. Filling out some paperwork.

Around two hours later you and Renée were on your way home. Your Mom handed you over Lio when you got home and asked your wife what happened. She was clearly concerned. She even offered to take Lio over night If needed but you told her it was okay.

Renée was lying on the couch. Ankle resting on a pillow. You had Lio in your Arms, nursing him. Your wife was gently stroking your sons little head with one finger.

"i can't believe how perfect he is!" Renée told you.

"just like his mommy!" You stated and smiled at your wife. Your wife blushed.

"No ,he is perfect like his momma!" Your wife replied. Smiling back at you.

It was 20 minutes later when the doorbell rung and you opened it. Chuckling softly when you saw some Girls of the Team standing there with Pizza. It happened alot that the Younger Ones would just Show Up. But usually you would feed them and you would give them Life advice. You basically were Bonus parents to them. Katie, Kyra and Jenna walked inside after you held the door open for them.

"hi Renée, we brought Pizza so you didn't have to cook! Also Katie has to tell you something!" Jenna explained.

"thanks for bringing over food! That's nice. But before we eat let's talk. Is everything okay?" Renée asked. They sit down and you hand them their favorite sodas. Yes you do always have some of those at Home.

"Tell Moms, Katie!" Kyra said half jokingly.

"i uh got hurt a few days ago but didn't tell anyone and it got worse! I don't think i can Play in the next Game!" Katie stated. You look at her.

"what happened? Where are you hurt?" You wanted to know.

"i slipped and fell on my back. I managed to pull through during practice but after i showered today i almost slipped again and the pain going through my Body was just terrible!" She admitted. You sigh softly.

"Katie, why didn't you say something right away? I mean you could have gotten it fixed already." You told her. "Show me exactly where it hurts?" She showed you and you took her to your little Office where you had everything you needed to fix her back. You had her lay down and put everything back in it's place and she immediately felt relief.

After that you all ate the Pizza, while the girls took turns holding Lio, who loved the Girls attention. He was such a smiley little boy. You also watched a movie together. It was too late to drive home though so you let them sleep in the guest bed room. Which basically was a room for the Arsenal girls at this point. You then put Lio to bed before you helped your wife to bed as well.

#woso request #woso x reader #renee slegers x reader #arsenal women x reader #kyra cooney crossxreader

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audsmie · 3 days ago

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𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

⸝⸝ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 hockey!matt x reader

⸝⸝ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions of blood. slight violence

⸝⸝ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 648

no amount of bandaids could suffice for a kiss that does more than just mend

the arena was packed with roaring fans, the sound of the puck slamming into sticks and the skates cutting across ice filling the air. matt was on the ice, as usual—focused, quick, and commanding the attention of the crowd. his team was ahead, but the game was heating up. the tension in the air was palpable, everyone anticipating a heated finish.

out of nowhere, an opponent—a scrappy, larger guy—charged in and shoved matt aside with a brutal hit, sending him careening toward the ice. the collective gasp from the crowd was deafening as matt hit the ground, his body slamming against the unforgiving surface with a sickening thud. his lip split on impact, the sting of blood immediately pooling.

the deafening cheers of the crowd suddenly faded into an eerie silence, replaced only by a chorus of gasps that seemed to ripple through the stands.

the referee skated over, holding up a hand. "five minutes, matt. take a break."

matt grinned through the pain, already pulling himself up, shaking off the shock as his team started to retaliate. his eyes, however, were already searching for a different kind of relief: you. he limped to the sideline, waving off the trainer who tried to approach, his eyes locking onto yours in the crowd.

you stood up from your seat, your face white with worry, your heart racing. the sound of the crowd faded into a dull hum as you stepped forward. matt’s gaze softened for a split second before that signature smirk took over.

"you know," he said, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, “i’m feeling a little hurt right now…”

you frowned, trying to keep your composure despite the worried butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "matt, you're bleeding."

"i'm fine," he teased, winking. "but... i think i need you to kiss it better."

you raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was joking or if he was seriously asking you to do that. the tension in the air was thick, everybody watching in hushed silence, unsure of how to react to what was unfolding.

matt noticed the silence, the realization dawning that everyone was watching. "you gonna make me wait for my kiss, or what?" his grin was a little cockier, the usual charm not quite hiding the vulnerability in his eyes.

you bit your lip, a mix of emotions rushing through you—nervousness, amusement, and that inexplicable rush that only matt could give you. the whole arena was watching, but it felt like the only two people in the world were you and him.

you leaned in slowly, brushing your fingers against his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to the cut on his lip. you could feel the heat of his skin, his breath catching in his chest. as you pulled back, you saw the playful glint in his eyes.

the moment you pulled away, the crowd exploded into cheers. the sound was deafening. matt just laughed, his usual bravado filling the space again. he held a hand to his heart dramatically, soaking in the attention.

"i guess that’s one way to score, huh?" he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, still chuckling. "who knew a kiss would be the best play of the game?"

the noise in the arena grew even louder, but for a brief moment, all that mattered was the look on matt’s face as he watched you, his smirk softened, his eyes filled with something deeper than just playful teasing. something more.

"you’re my favorite play by far," he added quietly, only for you to hear, before turning back to the game with a renewed fire in his eyes.

as he skated back out, the crowd was still buzzing, and you couldn’t help but smile, a soft laugh escaping you.

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