#that's the farthest they go 💀

[rainofthetwilight]

aughhh imagine...if new DR episodes (or any episodes) were actually leaked in arabic early...whether if it was leaked w/ other languages or not...I'd immediately watch the hell out of that...a girl can only dream

[demie90s]

famous reader x dt, reader is drunk and simps for dt on twitter and the next day it blows up and reader coincidentally meets dt and dt just flirts w her

NEED MORE DT CONTENT I LOVE HER SM 💔💔

ᴅɪᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴜʀᴀꜱɪ x ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tweets with Tequila and Don

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You’re a little tipsy, a little too bold, and a little too obsessed with WNBA legend Diana Taurasi. One night, the tequila talks—and your Twitter fingers get reckless.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Flirty Comedy, Mild Chaos, Public Simping Gone Right

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Cursing, alcohol mention, one (1) feral tweet about Diana Taurasi’s hands

ᴡ��ʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.7k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: You talk crazy online, then she shows up in real life and plays your game better than you

It was supposed to be one drink.

One.

That was the rule: a little pre-game shot, post-glam, pre-bed. Something cute. Just enough to feel glossy. You were in your hotel suite, robe slipping off one shoulder, edges laid, face beat for absolutely no reason. Just bored. You had music playing and highlights of Diana Taurasi looping in the background like the masochist you were.

Then the tequila hit. And suddenly, your inner dialogue went full unhinged.

She was on screen doing nothing. Just walking across the court like her sneakers didn’t even touch the ground. Hair slicked. Expression unreadable. Wrist taped. You watched her drain a three like it was a yawn and suddenly you were clutching your chest like the Holy Ghost had tapped in.

“…yeah, she could destroy me,” you whispered. “She could end my entire credit history and I’d thank her.”

Then, like a demon possessed, you opened Twitter.

The first tweet was bold. Ridiculous. Thirsty. And honestly? Kind of a masterpiece.

“Diana Taurasi could ruin my life and I’d say thank you, ma’am. No seatbelt. Just vibes. I’m ready.”

You should’ve stopped there. But the bottle was open and you were bored and—let’s be honest—you had a lot to say.

“her walk?? HER WALK. I fear tall confident white women I’ll admit it.”

“Google how to become a WNBA sideline water bottle. This is an emergency.”

“she could run over my foot with a Gatorade cooler and I’d bark.”

You weren’t done.

You posted a chart. A color-coded chart. On Canva. With categories like “suit era,” “trash talk quotes,” and “could bench press me.”

Then came the tweet that would haunt you forever.

“her hands… no bc y’all not LOOKING at the hands. she could fold me like laundry at halftime and I’d moan harmonies. I wouldn’t fight back.”

It was 2:37 a.m. when you finally threw your phone across the bed, laid face down in defeat, and passed out still wearing one fake eyelash and a sock on the wrong foot.

The morning slapped you in the face.

Your phone was possessed. 400 notifications. Three missed calls from your manager. Your group chat renamed to “#FOLDED.” One message from your stylist that just said:

“girl you’re TRENDING 💀💀💀”

The tweets had gone viral.

You were top five on trending. ESPNW reposted it with three laughing emojis. TMZ quoted it. A WNBA fan account made a slideshow of your tweets to a Lana Del Rey instrumental.

And the comments? Absolutely no mercy.

“She ain’t even try to be subtle.”

“This made my hole week fr.”

“When Taurasi finds her she better run.”

“Imagine tweeting this then seeing her the next day…”

And that was the final blow. Because you were seeing her.

You had a press brunch later that morning. You weren’t supposed to talk—just show up, look good, maybe pose for a few pics. Nothing major.

You stared in the mirror for ten straight minutes.

“I can’t go,” you whispered to yourself, hair wrapped in a towel. “She’s gonna throw a basketball at me.”

Your assistant banged on the door. “We leave in twenty. Get your fine ass up.”

You showed up in sunglasses and shame. Hair slicked, lip gloss fresh, but emotionally? Defeated. You picked the farthest table from the front and didn’t even touch your mimosa.

Then the energy in the room shifted. Like… the air changed. You looked up.

And there she was.

Diana Taurasi. Walking into the room like she owned it—which she probably did. Black blazer, plain tee, long legs, gold chain. No smile. Just that cold, unreadable face that somehow made your thighs tense.

Your soul left your body.

You ducked. Fully ducked. Hid behind the centerpiece like a coward. Your friend next to you covered their mouth, whispering, “OH MY GOD SHE’S HERE. DO YOU THINK SHE SAW—”

“She definitely saw,” you hissed. “I’m gonna get sued.”

She made her rounds, shook a few hands, nodded to people she knew. Calm. Unbothered.

And then her eyes landed on you. You froze. She changed direction.

Walked straight toward your table.

You scrambled—moved a glass, grabbed your phone, tried to look like you were texting the president. Anything but what was actually happening.

She stopped right beside you, leaned in, one hand on your chair like she owned it—and smirked.

“Nice tweets.”

You blinked. “I was hacked.”

She raised a brow. “Multiple times?”

You cleared your throat. “Cybersecurity is… not what it used to be.”

She looked down at you, eyes slow and deliberate. “So you don’t actually want me to fold you like laundry?”

You nearly knocked over your mimosa. “I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did,” she said, voice low and amused. “Very publicly.”

You were spiraling. “Okay but like… it was a figurative fold.”

She tilted her head. “You’re cute when you panic.”

You forgot how to blink.

She tapped her fingers once on your shoulder—light, like a claim. Then she stepped back, winked, and walked off without another word.

You just sat there, lip parted, hand trembling around your champagne flute like a Victorian widow.

Your phone buzzed. You looked down.

Diana Taurasi followed you.

Then she liked the “fold me like laundry” tweet.

Then she commented: “Hope you’re wrinkle-free, I’ve got time this week.”

You screamed. Out loud. In public.

The clip of you reacting—choking, kicking the table, screaming into a cloth napkin—made the rounds online before the event even ended. It became a meme within 24 hours.

“Diana’s little laundry pile.” (I’m dying😭😭)

“This you?” (with screenshots of all your tweets.)

And worst of all?

“Imagine tweeting that and she flirts back 😭”

You were cooked. Ruined. In shambles.

But then… She DM’d you.

“Dinner?”

One word. You stared at it for a full five minutes. Replied instantly.

“Yes. No hesitation. What do I wear? Where do we go? Do I bring a towel? Is folding still on the table?”

She left you on read for six minutes. Then replied:

“Pick a dress. You’ll want to look good when I have you speechless again.”

You dropped your phone. And called your therapist.

[jeonscatalyst]

This is me being 100% petty, but how does it feel knowing that Jikookers were actually right about almost everything we said regarding the military and the buddy system…. and based on publicly available, factual information at that?

I’m not sure how many people remember, but we spent months pushing back against misinformation being spread by the cult, solos, and Jikook antis… all because they couldn’t handle the fact that Jimin and Jungkook enlisted together. We were constantly fighting off twisted narratives about how the buddy system works, only to be dismissed and called delusional.

Remember when Jungkook confirmed he was a cook? A certain JJK account on Twitter made a post claiming that cooks slept in a separate area and only spent time with other cooks. Somehow, that got spun into the idea that Jungkook couldn’t stand being around Jimin and chose to become a cook just to get away from him. That narrative spread like wildfire, and the antis used it for months to drag Jikook all based on completely false assumptions.

We tried to clarify, we tried to explain that that’s not how the buddy system works, but no one wanted to hear it. We were delusional for even trying to push back with facts.

Now, looking back, it’s almost funny how everything they claimed turned out to be wrong, while Jikookers, the ones who actually took time to research and understand how the system works were right all along. And still, the fandom crucified us, accusing us of romanticizing involuntary military service just because we dared to celebrate the fact that our faves didn’t have to go through such a difficult time alone.

News Outlets: Jimin and Jungkook would be enlisting together.

🐑: “Don’t trust the media. Trust only Taekook. That is totally Hybe paying the media to say that to feed jokers.”

Bighit: Jimin and Jungkook would be enlisting together.

🐑( Jay Mina and minions) : “Don’t worry guys my friends from the 1million and one imaginary group chats I am in said they would be separated after 5 weeks. They are Koreans who have been through the process so they know. Don’t mind jokers, they will be slapped in the face after 5 weeks.”

5 weeks later:

Kmedia: Jimin and Jungkook have been deployed to the artillery battalion in the 5th division.

🐑 : “DON’T trust the media. They are lying. We only trust TAEKOOK”

Jimin writes letter mentioning him and Jungkook are doing fine

🐑: “Don’t mind the queer baiter. Jungkook is definitely not with him and Jokers will be slapped in the face soon. Just wait and see.”

Jungkook: “I cook in the military” ( paraphrasing)

🐑 (the cult and JJKs) : “Cooks sleep in a very different unit. Jungkook chose to become a cook because he couldn’t stand being around #that member LMAOOOOO!!! "

Jungkook: “Jimin and I sing together, shower together, spend time together……..”

🐑: (Ignore him) Those who don’t ignore him: “so what? They are in the same base so they probably see each other once in a while. They all shower together! It’s not a honey moon…… "

🐑: “They don’t room together”

Jimin: “Jungkook and I are in the same dorm.”

🐑: “He is lying. He is a liar just making things up to feed his cult! Jungkook is not around that p!g!”

Jikook: “We slept together, made plans together, Jungkook slept on my arm, Jimin always wasted time when I told him we should go shower……”

🐑: Egg in faces but act all cool

See Jimin at airport traveling.

🐑: “See? They get a vacation and Jungkook chases to spend it farthest from that member LMAOOO”

A few hours later: Jungkook at the airport travelling too💀

These are just a few examples that come to mind, but honestly? It’s frustrating. We were treated like irrational, delusional shippers when we were the only ones trying to speak from a place of reason and understanding. The disrespect and lies were loud. We have been vindicated but it’s crazy how these people just moved on like they didn’t spend 18 months spinning narratives that ended up blowing up in their faces.

[pupyuj]

→ “long overdue.” || kim jiwon (liz) x reader.

— jiwon reunites with you, her old fling, at her brother’s bachelor party and with the sparks still in the air, you don’t waste any time to get familiar with her once more…

word count: 5.2k.

dynamic: dom!bottom!liz x sub!top!reader.

warnings: age gap (it's not much!), unnie kink, fwb to lovers, nipple play, oral fixation, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, edging.

a/n: FINALLY! a jiwon fic from moi 😭😭 this was supposed to be posted earlier on valentine's day but alas 💀 i really do wish i could've dropped something for feb 14th but back then i was bitter, lonely, sad, and angry so trying to write something cute and lovey-dovey was just not ideal LMAO but anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this fic 💚 only one more member and i will have officially written a fic for each of the ive unnies! WE CAN DO IT!! 😤✨ also i'm pretty sure i'm missing some warnings/tags but i'm too sleepy to remember them so...

jiwon doesn’t know why she agreed to chaperone her grown brother to his stupid bachelor party. as far as she knew, it was a boy thing. according to her brother, however, she was an exception and so, jiwon finds herself seated at the farthest corner of the bar in what might be the most expensive nightclub she has ever set foot in. she hasn’t even downed her first drink yet—she merely made a tiny tornado with the small umbrella while keeping an eye on her little brother and his ridiculous group of friends.

some of them were familiar to her, some weren’t. and some have repeatedly asked for her number in the past two and a half hours they’ve been in the place. it was after the eleventh time it happened that jiwon decided to go on her lonesome and sat on that one corner of the bar, silently waiting for the little party to end so she could get her nice, long and certainly well-deserved, sleep. jiwon really wished that she came up with some boring excuse to avoid this event. unfortunately, she couldn’t say no to her brother who was so kind to include her! 

perhaps he knew that jiwon needed to look at something that wasn’t the view from the big windows of that fancy condominium where she lives. on top of all that, jiwon has been working harder than usual. but that’s only because she quite literally has nothing else to do in her life. all of her friends were busy, she was busy, and it’s not like she can just hit up her coworkers for a quick drink after work when she barely knew them. in hindsight, jiwon sort of needed this!

jiwon raises her glass to her lips, but stops midway when something curious catches her attention. a girl, a bit younger than jiwon herself, confidently marches up towards her brother and does a very familiar handshake with him before hugging him tightly. jiwon watches as the girl and her brother chat a bit. they exchanged a few jokes here and there, the girl hands him a small bag (a gift to his soon-to-be wife, possibly), then her brother whispers in the girl’s ear as he exchanges glances with jiwon, and suddenly both of them were looking at her from across the nightclub.

jiwon nearly drops her glass when she sees the girl’s face clearly. it was you—(y/n) (l/n), her brother’s former roommate and best friend all throughout college! jiwon has met you before! back when her life was a goddamn mess and her entire family thought that you were her brother’s girlfriend. but then it turns out you were more like… his sister from a different family and so that was when you and jiwon started getting to know each other.

perhaps you got to know each other a bit too well… because jiwon remembers all those times when the two of you would hang out in her room for hours and f—

“jiwon-unnie!”

the blonde haired girl springs up from her seat and waved as you squeezed through multiple crowds of people until you got to her. wow, you were beautiful. taller, older, and obviously so much prettier than the last time jiwon saw you.

which was in between her le—

“i missed you so much!” you engulfed jiwon in a crushing bear-hug which she awkwardly returned. “oh wow, unnie, you’re gorgeous! blonde fits you so well.” you were saying as you pulled away, taking in all of jiwon’s features and even threading her soft hair from behind. jiwon got goosebumps under your touch—how the fuck was she supposed to act normal in this situation?

“i am so glad you’re here because as much as i love him, i’m not as much of a boys girl anymore.” you pulled jiwon back to her seat, taking the empty one right beside hers and immediately telling the bartender about your favorite drink. jiwon finds herself completely speechless. literally. you were vibrant, you were chatty, you were so charming—everything jiwon remembers that you were all those years ago.

“mmm. never gets old.” you said after taking the first sip of your drink. you then turned to jiwon who flinched upon making eye contact with you. “what have you been doing these days, unnie? i know you’re like, some kind of big deal at this rich-people company you work for but you know… what else?” you eyed jiwon up and down before smiling at her. not even the darkness and the nearly seizure-inducing lights of the nightclub could hide that familiar glint in your eyes, but jiwon chose to ignore them.

she couldn’t help but glance at how your skirt is hiked up after you’ve put one leg over the other though.

“um, i haven’t been doing much, really. just… work and making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” jiwon said, nodding her head to her brother who was pretty buzzed at this time.

you laughed, “you guys never really changed, huh? glad to see it.” you took another sip of your drink.

“only this time i’m helping him with his road to being a husband instead of a project due in thirty minutes.” jiwon shakes her head at the memory, and she likes the way it makes you smile brightly.

“right… and are you still with wonyoung-ssi?” you asked with caution. yet you stared at jiwon as you did so, making sure she sees your ulterior motive through your eyes. jiwon feels herself crumbling under the weight of your stare, as much as she tries to put up a fight of her own.

“no… no, that’s been over for a while now.” it was a good breakup. one that ended with laughter rather than tears and anger. jiwon still talks with wonyoung to this day. why, only a week ago, wonyoung had called jiwon about her brother’s wedding! she expressed her regret about not being able to attend it due to scheduling conflicts—the life of an acclaimed supermodel was busy after all!

you looked significantly happier with the news, now gulping down your drink with a smile on your face. “h-how about you? he never told me what you did after you guys graduated…” jiwon attempts to have some control of the situation—sitting up straight, staring back at you with the same intensity, and all. was she successful? no. jiwon’s blushes as you held your stare with hers, an amused smirk now on your lips before you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

shiiit, jiwon remembers how perfect your neck looks while covered with marks left by her… oh gods, what is wrong with her?!

“well, after college, i did try getting my career started… but that didn’t work out. i ended up going back to my hometown to get back in touch with my heart and all that sentimental bullshit, and it actually worked,” you giggled, your hand brushing across your hair. “i know what i want to do in my life, but for now, i’m just…” you trailed off, raising your drink as well as quirking your eyebrow. “having fun before i can’t.” now your glass is finally empty.

“that’s good. and i’m glad the two of you are still friends. i was worried you’d grow apart.” it always made jiwon smile when she came home after a rough day at her old job and seeing you and her brother in the house, chatting and fooling around as if you weren’t burdened by all your commitments and responsibilities. it had always been refreshing seeing you, and it still is.

you propped your elbow on the table and put your chin on your palm, flashing jiwon a teasing smile, “did you miss me, unnie?”

and just like that, every ounce of confidence jiwon built up evaporates into nothing. she laughs awkwardly, hiding behind her drink, “o-of course! it was weird not seeing you guys together all the time, you know!” another awkward laugh. jiwon felt ridiculous and childish.

“no, unnie,” you moved closer, putting your hand on jiwon’s arm. she turned her head to look at you again and there you were, staring at her with clouded eyes. you then leaned closer and put your other arm behind her, your lips ghosting above her ear. shitshitshit, that’s too close. “did you miss me?”

what happened moments later isn’t exactly what jiwon would say was… a mistake. hell, it was far from it.

being trapped between the door of your hotel room and yourself while getting her neck marked up and her clothes slowly stripped down is the most eventful jiwon’s night has been.

jiwon could feel her brother’s worry all the way from here… well, it’s mainly because she knew that all the buzzing that her phone was doing in her pocket was because of him mass texting her about her whereabouts. she couldn’t be bothered to text him back right now though, not when you were already trailing your hand up her thigh and sliding it underneath her skirt. this felt familiar, and it felt good. feeling you gently rub her wet cunt through her panties felt good, feeling you softly biting on her collarbone felt good, seeing those cute eyes of yours asking for permission while you tugged on her panties felt good.

how long has it been since jiwon felt this kind of rush in her life? too long, she’d say. so why not make the most out of it?

jiwon cups your cheeks and crashes her lips into yours for the first time that night. your lips tasted like blueberries (from whatever you were drinking earlier), and jiwon loved the way you kissed her rather clumsily as if you didn’t expect her to do it first. jiwon couldn’t get enough. she pushes you further inside the room, discarding you of your jacket while doing so. she sits you down on the edge of the bed before separating from your lips and suddenly walking off, leaving you confused and slightly light-headed.

turns out, jiwon only went away to turn the lampshade on, illuminating the room with a warm orange glow before going back to you. she stared you down with hooded eyes, lust replacing the kind look in her irises that you knew and loved, and then she gently grabs your jaw, tilting your head up. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to soothe that ache in your core. god, you missed her.

“make this worth it, (y/n).” jiwon says coldly. even jiwon herself was surprised at her tone, but something in her brain liked how you crumbled under her stare. compared to the timid, nervous jiwon from earlier, bossy and demanding and… kind of harsh jiwon just did something right to you.

“you’ve always been worth it.” you pulled jiwon towards you by her hips, making her sit down on your lap. you feel her brushing your hair with her fingers, allowing you to release the tension on your shoulders and just melt into her. you’ve missed her warmth, and she’s missed yours. jiwon didn’t understand why you left when you did… but that was a question you were going to answer for her later.

much, much later.

jiwon moans softly as you start kissing her neck. your hands get busy with the remaining buttons on her shirt, revealing more of her skin for you to mark up throughout the night. you’ve already left some earlier, and they were starting to show across her chest but that wasn’t enough. you slowly pull off her shirt and let it drop to the ground, then your hands travel lower on jiwon’s body, stopping at the waistband of her skirt.

you were eager to touch her—unzipping her skirt and whining to get her to stand up and let it fall at her feet before you pulled her back into you. jiwon couldn’t help but laugh while you kissed her hungrily, and then she giggled even more when you rolled around and made her lay on her back on the bed.

you pouted cutely as you observed her and her baby pink lingerie, “hmm… were you expecting to sleep with someone in that club, unnie? you looked prepared.”

jiwon thought it was the perfect time to tease such a normally confident girl like you. so she nodded with a shit-eating grin, “the lady bartender was cute actually.” she laughs when you suddenly hop off of her abdomen, choosing to sit on the side of the bed instead. you were taking off your shoes, setting them aside before starting to discard yourself of your jewelry and putting them on the bedside table. jiwon watches you intently, her desire for you only growing by the second.

“come on, get in here already.”  jiwon tugged on your sleeve, more than ready to feel your lips on her skin once again. she decided to sit up and help you with your dress though, reaching for the zipper and slowly pulling it down. she didn’t waste the opportunity to leave kisses on the back of your neck, all the way down to the middle of your back, making sure that her lipstick sticks on your skin and smiling satisfied once she sees that it did.

finally, jiwon could see all of you after all these years, and you were just as beautiful as the last time she saw you. jiwon couldn’t resist immediately grabbing your face and kissing you as you climbed into the bed—she longed to feel your skin against hers again and now that you were here, she doesn’t think she ever wants to let you go like she did back then. so, jiwon holds onto you tightly, letting you settle yourself on top of her once again while your hands impatiently explore her perfect body. your hands reach behind jiwon, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside, your hands quickly finding themselves busy fondling her soft breasts.

it was cute to see that you still adored her tits as much as you did back then. you did that thing you always did when you were intimate with jiwon, kissing all over her chest, making sure to cover every inch of skin while still massaging her tits. jiwon caresses your hair as you did your job, laughing softly in an adoring way, her smile only widening when you look up at her with your own grin.

“you’re so pretty, jiwon-unnie.” you gave the older girl one last quick kiss on the lips before leaning down and taking her nipple in your mouth. jiwon gasps at the feeling of your warm tongue slowly swirling around her nipple. it was familiar, like all of the other things you’ve done to her so far, but it also felt new at the same time. because this time, the two of you were much older, and you were doing this purely out of your true feelings for each other rather than a decision made on a whim. jiwon moans loudly when you softly and carefully bite on the hard bud, but she was quick to regain composure when she notices something quite… well, interesting.

jiwon sees how you humped the mattress slightly, trying your best to soothe that buzzing in your core on your own. jiwon decides to swiftly slide her thigh in between your legs and press it against your wet cunt, feeling all satisfied when you whine and start slowly grinding on her thigh for further stimulation. your hand that was pinching her other nipple was now gripping the sheets as you started riding jiwon’s thigh faster, whining even more as you feverishly sucked and nipped on her tit. jiwon grins, loving how she hasn’t lost her special little talent of reducing you to her obedient pet. she starts meeting your little thrusts by raising her thigh—somehow, the sight of you like this had her soaked, but you haven’t noticed at all. you were too busy trying to get yourself off!

you had to let go of jiwon’s nipple eventually, now hugging her close and whining at her chest because you were feeling so good. you’ve started shaking and your moans were shorter and higher—it only meant one thing! jiwon takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your face up to make you look at her, ignoring how you winced at the pain.

“don’t cum.” she says strictly, her grip on your hair tightening by the second the more you thrust into her thigh.

“b-but..! hnng.. i’m s-so close…! so close…” the pout, the tears, that desperate tone in your voice… jiwon almost wanted to fold, but she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“you don’t get to cum before me ever, remember? be good.”

as much as it upset you, you slowly decreased your pace until you were merely sitting on her thigh. jiwon smiles—she was happy to know that she still had some sort of hold over you. she knew she always did! why, you were always clingy towards jiwon whenever her brother invited you over, and that was even before the two of you started sleeping with each other. she always used it to her advantage, mostly in bed, of course. something else jiwon always liked: that pitiful look on your cute face when she denies you of your release. you’d always look so timid after, afraid that if you spoke incorrectly, jiwon might stop the whole thing entirely.

but jiwon was never that cruel. she’d tease you, sure, but she would always make sure to give you what you want. just as long as she gets hers first.

“look,” you watched as jiwon’s hand traveled down from her stomach to her panties. she was drenched; your fault. “do something.” she demands. shit. the dark tone in her voice and the stern look on her face was enough to get you to move lower. you pulled off jiwon’s panties, your heart beating so fast for no goddamn reason. it has been a very long time since you have seen jiwon, let alone like this. acting like this, looking at you like this. it’s got you weak.

you stared at jiwon’s pussy. soaked, tight, perfect, and most importantly, all for you.

“how cute. you’re practically drooling.” jiwon impatiently puts her hand atop your head and brings your face closer to her needy cunt. you hoisted her legs over your shoulder, then you started leaving kisses along her inner thighs—deep and sensual kisses, slow and careful right up until your lips barely ghosted above her pussy. jiwon stares at you with anticipation, you stare back at her; your eyes now dark and hungry. you keep eye contact as you licked up her cunt once, smirking while you felt jiwon’s entire body shiver at the feeling. she pushes your head a little closer, so fucking desperate that you almost wanted to be petty and tease her, but she would probably hit you for that.

and so, you give her what she wants. within seconds of your lips touching her cunt once more, you were practically making out with it. goosebumps appeared along your skin as your tongue slowly got familiar with jiwon’s taste again. it felt right, like the stars have finally realigned themselves after years of floating about the expansive universe, lost. you put your hands to use, spreading her lips apart and pleasuring her clit.

“g-good…! there… mmhn.. (y/n)-ah…!” jiwon grabs a fistful of your hair again, pushing you impossibly closer to her cunt, practically grinding it against your face. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking softly and moaning at jiwon’s sheer taste. fuck, it was all too good. you use one hand to grip one of her thighs, sinking your nails down to her skin, and spreading it further so you could have room.

“fuck..! i want to cum, (y/n)… m-more, more..! please…” jiwon’s back arches right as you flick the sensitive bud. you slipped your tongue inside her cunt, making jiwon moan just a tad bit louder than the hotel room walls would recommend her to. the next rooms most likely heard that—good. everyone needs to know how amazing you make her feel. how you’re the only one who can make her feel this way. and everyone’s going to know it again; you used your free hand to rub jiwon’s clit since your tongue was too busy inside her.

normally, this would’ve made jiwon cum. but she was strong this time around. “fucking—god, (y/n)…! more.. more…” jiwon pleads while on the verge of tears. you free her thigh of your grip and hold her hand instead, at least it helped her ground herself at least. the more you used your tongue inside her, the more you felt her clench. her grip gets tighter, both on your hand and on your hair. you briefly glanced upwards and saw her closing her eyes shut—she was close. but you found yourself being torn between letting her reach her climax now, stall a bit longer, or… make her orgasm just a lot stronger.

you pulled out your tongue from her cunt. jiwon hisses and nearly hits you on the head for slowing down and going back to sucking on her clit as you previously did. she glared at you, but was immediately back to being at your mercy when you unexpectedly inserted two of your fingers inside her. god, she was still tight. you stared in awe as you fucked jiwon in an excrutiatingly slow pace, merely watching as her pussy clenches around your digits. you pushed further, now knuckle-deep inside jiwon. you could cum from the sensation of her spongy walls brushing against your fingertips alone but you had to keep her rule in mind.

“m-mouth… use your mouth, (y/n).. ah!” and happily you did! your mouth and fingers worked in unison on jiwon’s pussy—every time you pulled out, you’d suck and lick her clit, the routine now going back to you. you’re remembering all the things she liked done to her, even down to the tiniest details. like eye contact. your eyes fluttered open, peering at jiwon through your fringe. she was already staring at you, her face contorted to show much pleasure you were bringing to her. jiwon has never once tried to conceal her noises and she wasn’t going to ask you to slow down or anything either. you both needed this, and unfortunately for this entire damn hotel, they were going to know just how much.

jiwon loosens her grip on your head once she realizes just how tight she was holding it, now threading your hair and only gently nudging you closer whenever she thinks your mouth isn’t doing enough. you curled your fingers inside her, making her tense up once more and bring her to that familiar edge. “please, please, please…!” jiwon whispers desperately like a prayer with a single tear running down her cheek. you increased your pace and buried your face in her cunt, not caring about making a mess of your face. all you cared about was satisfying your jiwon-unnie, and that you were successful when you brought her to a mind-blanking orgasm with a single flick of your tongue.

a long moan escapes jiwon’s lips as you continue to eat her out through her climax. god, she was delectable. you were determined to not waste a single drop of her cum, lapping her up like a dog and once more relishing at the taste of her juices on your tongue. you pull out your fingers as well, making sure jiwon sees you sucking on it to show her just how much you enjoy how she tastes. jiwon was beyond flustered and she was feeling all sorts of things—overwhelmed, weak, and perhaps most importantly of all, so fucking desperate to make you feel just as good.

you don’t hear her at first. jiwon was speaking in a small voice since she was still weak from everything you did, but you do hear her later on. “come here, baby,” the nickname practically sends you scurrying over on top of her again. jiwon wipes your chin clean with her hand, smiling brightly at you as she pulls you in for a sweet kiss. she can taste herself on your lips and your tongue, and a part of her understands why you’re so addicted. “unnie’s turn, hm?” she whispers against your lips… but her kisses have sent your brain elsewhere, hence your surprised gasp when you felt her gently rub your clit through your panties.

“hah… you’re still super sensitive here?” jiwon asked.

“t-that’s my clit, unnie.. of course, i’m—ahh—sensitive there…” cheeky. even when you’re the one at her mercy now. you pulled your panties off, throwing over to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. jiwon was teasing you: tracing your lips with her fingers, barely letting her fingertips touch your entrance, and not even giving your clit the attention it needs now. you whine as you grind down on jiwon’s hand, desperate for more contact but she refuses to touch you.

“aww, what’s with that face?” jiwon coos, laughing slightly. you had a mix of desperation and irritation on your face. it was annoying how she was being annoying, especially at such a crucial time but you knew the exact thing you had to do to get her going.

“unnie. please. i need you…” you pleaded. jiwon leans back on the pillow behind her, finding it so amusing to watch you slowly lose every ounce of self-respect just so you can cum. fuck, if jiwon wanted to be cruel, she could! she could make you beg all night, see those pretty eyes of yours shine with tears as you cry… the sick part of jiwon really wanted it all to come true, but she’s missed you too much to prolong this any further. and so, she pushes your face closer to her by the back of your neck, kissing you passionately just to get you to calm down.

one word jiwon would use to describe how she felt for the events that followed? relieving.

it was relieving to feel your warmth around the three fingers she inserted in your pussy at once, to feel your tongue inside her mouth, to bleed slightly from the way you held onto her arms so tightly, and it was most relieving to hear you say her name so sweetly. you can have such a dirty mouth with so many vulgar words to say, especially from years before when you were younger, but whenever you were with jiwon, you were a different person. jiwon was one of the only people who you allowed to see you like this: soft, weak, and so endearing. it seems like you haven’t changed that aspect about you, and that fact within itself was relieving to jiwon.

“unnie…!” you buried your head on the crook of jiwon’s neck as you felt every inch of her fingers brush against all of your sweet spots. as expected, things were always different when it came to jiwon. being so vulnerable to other people terrified you to the point where it was almost impossible to let your heart open to them, but jiwon made it so simple. but now that you were right here, looking at jiwon and feeling her everywhere, maybe it wasn’t just simply her that made it possible for you to let yourself fall.

wait… fall?

yes. fall. all this time—you’ve fallen for jiwon but too many things made it complicated for you to fully embrace it. but now you are ready.

“i’m so happy, (y/n),” jiwon’s voice felt like a dream. you almost couldn’t hear her properly due to how much her fingers overwhelmed you. the older girl used her free hand to lift your chin, making you look at her, before kissing your lips—it has always been her favorite thing to do. “i’m so happy you came back to me. i don’t know how to express how much i missed you… surely not with words, not even with this…” jiwon plunges her fingers deep, shushing you while you moan loudly. god, she knew you too well. knew which spot to hit to get you to lose your mind, knew the exact words to whisper in your ear when she notices you were slipping away from reality, and knew exactly how to make your heart beat like it never has before.

jiwon pulls her index finger out, now fucking you faster than she ever has with the only fingers she has inside you. “good girl. god, baby… you’re getting me wet again.” jiwon locks one of her legs around yours, keeping you in place. her palm slams against your sensitive clit, bringing tears to your eyes even though you grinded on her hand desperately to feel it over and over again. part of the reason why jiwon always needed to be the one to be fucked first is because you get so tired after your turn that you just pass out, and you never got out of that habit it seems. jiwon sees how the light was escaping your eyes, it was only a matter of time before you were too exhausted to keep yourself awake.

“hm, we have to be careful, huh? can you handle it, love?”

you nodded frantically, afraid that she’d slow down had you answered otherwise, “y-yes..! ahh, yes, i can. i can, unnie.. i can—mmhn..! i can take it…” you started moving your hips, riding jiwon’s fingers just to get closer and closer for that climax you’ve been chasing after the entire night. jiwon was thoroughly amused at how determined you were. normally, you’d give up or tap out if you found it all too much, but jiwon knows you want to be good for her. especially after all this time.

“you’re so cute… but don’t worry, baby,” jiwon places a sweet, deep kiss on your damp forehead. “we have all the time in the world now.”

a curl of her fingers later and you were cumming on jiwon’s hand. the older girl stopped her movements, afraid of overstimulating you. she whispers sweet words into your ears as you let yourself go, at least that's what you think she’s doing. you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone hear. but despite your consciousness slowly slipping away from you, you still felt jiwon gently lay you down on the spot next to her. she holds you close enough that she is within kissing distance.

she was so perfect—how could you have left her?

“unnie…” you tucked a piece of her behind her ear. her laugh makes your ears tingle. you faintly hear her ask if you’re feeling okay, to which you nodded weakly at. you can see her lips move, she was saying a few things, but you can’t hear her over the sound of your heartbeat. you cup her cheek, lean close, and kiss her. maybe it was your favorite thing to do, just like her. and then, words that have always been expected to be unsaid leave your lips. some feelings that have been kept hidden, secrets that you were afraid of letting slip.

“i love you, jiwon-unnie.”

long overdue, sure. even jiwon felt it before you ever said it to her. but she thinks that your bashful smile, the way you shyly looked away from her, and your precious reaction to her saying it back made it all worth the wait.

[worksby-d]

Can't Wait That Long

Pairing: senator!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Request: “I love your senator Steve drabbles.😍 Could you do one where Steve realizes he wants kids so he wants to start breeding you, like IMMEDIATELY.”

Warnings: AU, kind of public sex, unprotected sex, 18+

Word count: ~1,000

a/n: I didn't realize how much I missed Steve until that lil prompt request the other week 😩 So I dug through the absolute depths of my inbox and found this request from almost two years ago 💀🙏

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Steve can’t stop his gaze from constantly drifting toward you as you play with some of his team’s kids on the other side of the glass panel dividing the meeting room. You quickly—too quickly—volunteered yourself to keep them entertained, much more interested in sitting on the floor with a group of kids than listening to any more campaign talk from your husband. 

As the afternoon winds down, he’s able to slip away while everyone is finishing up and sticking around to eat lunch. 

He walks into you helping the kids build a block tower and knows he better not startle anyone, standing in the doorway until you notice him out of the corner of your eye. He waves, a gesture definitely meant for you, but the kids have spotted him now and wave back, shouting at him to look at their tower. 

“That’s taller than you guys!” He marvels and they laugh at him. “Can I steal Y/N for a little while?” 

He asks kindly, but they don’t want you to go, moving closer to you to trap you in place. 

“I promise you can have her back later.”

He holds his hand out for you to help you off the floor and you repeat his promise, telling them the block tower isn’t done so you can’t possibly leave for good yet. They believe you more than him, so they reluctantly let you get up. 

He barely gives you the chance to fix your skirt once you’re standing up before he’s making a beeline with you for the farthest away office in the building.

Locking the door behind you, he’s on you instantly, pushing you against the wall gently, but hard enough to elicit an oof out of you. 

His kiss is passionate and deep, and it takes your breath away. 

When his lips move to your jaw and to your neck, you’re able to catch your breath and let out a laugh. “What’s gotten into you?”

You’re no stranger to sneaking off with him, but admittedly, it has been awhile. 

He lets up for just a moment, pressing a much softer kiss to your lips as he composes himself the best he can. 

“I can’t stop watching you out there with those kids. I don’t want to wait any longer…”

You narrow your eyes on his, pretty sure you know what he’s getting at. “You mean…”

“I wanna have a baby with you,” he blurts out. “I know we discussed waiting until the election is over in the fall, but I can’t– I can’t wait that long.”

He waits until he sees your smile to let himself break into one. You hold his face in your hands, pulling him back in for a kiss. Your quiet moan into his mouth as it becomes more heated has him snapping back into control. 

“Turn around,” he instructs, stern voice sending a shiver down your back. 

His hold on your waist loosens so you can obey, turning to face the wall, placing your hands in front of you as you arch your back. You know the drill. 

“Good girl,” he coos, leaning closer again to kiss your neck. “Can you be quiet for me?”

“Yes,” you nod, gasping softly, feeling his hard cock against your ass. 

His hands are on your hips keeping you in place, but he slips one around to your stomach. “You’re gonna look so pretty pregnant.”

You moan as his hand drops lower, pulling your skirt up around your waist so his fingers can slip under the waistband of your panties. 

“Steve,” you whimper. He brushes a finger along your slit, applying pressure to your clit. “Stevie–”

“You told me you could be quiet,” he chides teasingly. 

“Sorry.” Your quiet laugh turns into biting your lip to keep your moan silent as he moves his hand to pull your panties aside and you hear him unzip his pants. 

He’s become an expert at quickies, thrusting his cock into you before you have a chance to become a desperate, begging mess, knowing that would risk you getting caught for sure. He saves the teasing for when you’re at home.

“Fuck,” you curse, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Feels so good.” 

“I know, baby.” His steady pace becomes quicker, knowing the whines you’re letting out mean you want more. 

You drop a hand from the wall to hold onto his on your waist, linking your fingers together. 

“Wanna make you a daddy, Stevie,” you whisper.

He can barely hold himself back, letting out a groan as he leans into you, fucking you deeper and whispering against your neck. 

“Need you to cum for me, sweetheart.” He has you right on the edge. “Come on.” 

He knows you well enough to know he has to bring a hand up to cover your mouth, just in time to stifle your moan as you cum. Your knees go weak and you’re thankful for his hands on you keeping you up. 

“That’s my girl,” he grunts. He’s no better than you, having to hide his face against your neck to muffle his own moans as he works you through your high, coming undone at the same time. 

His hold on you becomes softer as you both work to catch your breath. You instantly miss him when he carefully pulls out and steps away to grab a box of tissues for you.

You’d make fun of him for how unromantic the gesture is if you weren’t still numb with pleasure. 

Once you’re both cleaned up, he pulls you back into his arms and you happily rest against him, head on his chest. 

“I was serious,” he says quietly, rubbing your back. “That wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. I don’t wanna wait if you don’t.”

“I don’t either.” A sense of relief washes over him hearing you say it. “But I do kinda want to wait at least until we’re home next time,” you chuckle, lifting your head to wink at him. “This isn’t at the top of my list of places I want to conceive our child at.” 

He laughs, looking around at the dark, cold office he drew you into. “Agreed.”

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[st-rick]

💀

I trusted you 😭

Bro...

What is this 😭

@justagremlinoncaffeine Did you do this 💀 /j

[commanderdianashepard]

HC: Yandere Tarn, Shattered Glass Optimus Prime and Sentinel Prime finding out their lover was in a relationship before them

At this point whoever that lover is and their ex partners need to start praying because holy shit that's a death sentence💀😭.

Like Tarn is bad enough as is, SG Optimus AND Sentinel Prime-?!

And they're YANDERES???

Nah

Hell nah

I'm taking the next flight to the farthest Transformers colony🚀.

I AM NOT STAYING OVER THERE.

At least where I'm going the Transformers are less scary and aren't obsessive Yanderes.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

diabolik lovers modern college au general headcanons (sakamaki brothers)

• the sakamaki bros don't live in the same house, except for the triplets bcos cordelia is the only legal wife of karl in this au (she's the first wife after all)

• shuu lives in one of beatrix's old condo unit while reiji in one of karl's mini house (yeah he has that house all by himself bcos kaaaaarl)

• subaru lives in the university dorm bcos he doesn't like relying on karl (well except for christa's meds bcos she went insane and all that sht so karl might as well pay for that)

• despite going to the same university, the six of them don't cross paths often (except for the triplets and subaru bcos they like to rile him up and tease him endlessly like a torture)

• since this is modern college au, all characters are aged up (shuu is 22, reiji is 21, the triplets are 20, and subaru is 19)

• despite being the oldest, shuu is stuck in his second year bcos he kept repeating most of his law electives (he would rather slack off than pass his law course wtf and it usually takes around 4-5 yrs to finish)

• all bros were mandated by karl to take at least one business elective per year bcos they might be working under his corporation in the near future (ayato's major is business so he has no escape)

• reiji is an exception to this rule bcos he had been granted by karl to focus only on neurosurgery since "he's the only son who doesn't disrespect me" (tbh it was only a ruse by karl since he has no reasons to make reiji his heir despite him being a genius 💀💀💀)

• ayato is so famous in the university like his red hair stands out and his status as the university's most popular basketball player made him the school IT boy

• but bcos he's a varsity player, he's not often at school so he had to take weekend classes (this is also another reason why most of his exes are either girls who watched his game or they're students from other univ or college)

• his famous relationship tho was with a rich girl who's also the main dancer of a popular cheerleading squad from a rival school (ayato broke up with her due to the immense pressure of social media and her fans)

• ayato is also the eternal chauffer of his two bros like hello let him flaunt that red sports car baby (laito and kanato have their own cars; they just don't like driving that much)

• kanato studies forensic mortuary in the same bldg as ayato and reiji; the law bldg is a separate institution from them so they have no idea what shuu was doing

• except for kanato bcos he likes lounging in the music room singing scarborough fair and bcos his voice is so relaxing, shuu listens to it for free (kanato secretly hates that shuu does it tho bcos it reminds him too much of cordelia and her shtty ways of traumatizing him)

• laito is studying hotel and restaurant management on another bldg and it's the farthest one from all his bros (like you have to pass by 4 or 5 larger bldgs before you reach their institution)

• this is bcos ryoutei university has their own dedicated hotel and restaurant for students with courses related to said industry

• so yeah maya (aka my oc/kanato's s/o) sees laito more often than her own boyfriend in the campus

• laito always has exes in every course like there would be 3 or 4 girls under the same course that have already slept with him what a slut

• and yes there is a huge possibility laito, subaru, and shuu have dated the same girl bcos these three would only date the same type of girl (the pure looking one who secretly has lewd desires and digs bad boys like them)

• it was a shock for yui when she found out half of the girls from her class have slept with laito

• then laito told her he likes corrupting pure girls and toying with their minds until they become insane and dependent on him (sounds canon, no?)

• there was a time when laito dated one of kanato's professors and she ended up dealing with kanato's incessant and murderous glares every time she teaches their class. his reason? bcos "she reeks so much of that perverted laito"

• the sbros actually had this same english prof who randomly fails someone despite their intelligence bcos he likes exerting his power like that

• while some of them threaten him using the sakamaki name, kanato had to disguise as a girl and seduce the sht out of this perverted teacher (the old geezer was so hooked he just believed this girl was kanato's twin substituting for his bro bcos he was 'sick')

• speaking of which, subaru got attracted to kanato's alter ego like once upon a time he saw her daintly pick up her bag and tuck her hair behind her ear and boom heart arrows everywhere

• afterward, subaru asked kanato who was that one chick at his class with the long black hair dressing like a sexy lolita

• "oh, you mean me?"

• subaru had nightmares after that

• and yes kanato uses that info to blackmail him to do his bidding

• "if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone you fell in love with my alter ego"

• oh btw subaru's major is more on athletics? like he wanted to be a PE or sports instructor/coach in the future bcos accdg to him "fighting is the only thing I'm good at"

• his allowance is mostly spent on repairs on the dorm tho (guess punching walls ain't limited in the family house)

• the reality of his dream is beginning to weigh on him tho bcos some students are scared shtless of him and his violent tendencies

• laito became one of his students one time when he was assigned to be an assistant coach

• "waaahh subaru-kun your expression is so scary pls be gentle"

• reiji actually dated someone from ayato's class bcos her father has huge connections with famous neurosurgeons

• shuu keeps a video of one of his exes doing some cowgirl sht on him (he likes her moans that's why)

• all of kanato's exes studied in the same bldg as him; and yes, they are all from yui's course but each of them from different years and classes (he is picky like that)

• up to this day, reiji looks down on this one female classmate who dated shuu like what does she see in that good-for-nothing (well uhh his huge d-)

• accdg to both kanato and laito, yui is the loudest girl ayato has been with (kanato swore one day he'll stuff her mouth with socks until she chokes if she keeps moaning so loud while he's watching his fave murder docu series)

• ayato keeps teasing both reiji and subaru as virgins (they aren't tho; but despite their tough facade, their experiences are quite hmmm minimal so there are things they don't know)

• shuu almost dated this one classmate of kanato (almost bcos she keeps talking abt those dead people she handled with formaldehyde which is gross so he was turned off a bit)

• the triplets are usually the representatives of karl during his corporate and family parties (sometimes the other three will drop by... well mostly reiji but the other two must've been forced by karl somehow)

• there was a drunk scandal video of the triplets and subaru where subaru was driving while kanato and ayato kept making fun of him

• then kanato was video calling maya and asking her to come over and "watch a movie with him" while ayato was making delusions of aliens flying around the car, almost causing subaru to drive the wrong way

• laito was sitting beside subaru, reprimanding ayato to stop his delusions bcos there were no aliens but only flying trees (ayo what?)

• there's a part 2 but this time shuu and reiji were in the car and shuu kept laughing at ayato bcos subaru's driving is getting messed up bcos of the alien shenanigans

• and reiji was crying bcos apparently all of them are going to die and also bcos kanato is finally talking "properly" to a girl (what do you mean properly he is being a pervert)

• he also said "laito has finally seen the light and started being the good son"

• yui is actually the one filming all this videos tho

ps. I might make memes abt modern college au later on

[fictionfixations]

haha sorry remind me what the win condition is

😭 ???????????

maybe ive gotten too used to win condition being around the stagger point so i have something to aim for. this?? I dont know 💀

i keep thinking oh man a heal would be nice here now if only i could use a sapling of light ability and use an ego for free

oh oops forgot we already technically used one in story hAHAHAH

also didnt know that on the same turn if you stagger him at like around the first attack of the turn and then hit him a bunch then it counts as him already having a turn being staggered??? i guess so you dont do more damage then youre supposed to??? I dont know man i just want as many advantages as i can get

anyway farthest ive gotten idk what to do about the goons also forgot to read because like well man two sinners left alive... so wasnt really paying attention because you know what whatever then realized oh shit thats the big damage skill oh god 💀 and i just watch in despair as his

SIX UNBREAKABLE COINS????????? obliterate my team

and i thought the previous fights with unbreakable coins were bad (jia qiu for example), bad as in not exactly unfair but a pain to deal with

but what do i do about SIX UNBREAKABLE COINS ????????? yeah sure hope i can tank that somehow

haha

w h a t

also im pretty sure clashing it and winning the big skill makes it weaker but my problem is that while i have everyone else defend he goes after the one with like the clash as a defense skill?? so im just sat here like NO PLEASE I USED AN EGO GO TO THAT PERSON INSTEAD so now ive just given up and use all defend because oh my god man 😭

[gamerbearmira]

Scary stuff 🦫🦫

I don't actually know where I was going with this?? Kinda just wanted to write some spooky stuff. I wanna continue it but honestly don't know how.

Eh eet et

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Luisa could hear rustling from outside the nursery. She sat up, looking at the door. Casita was strangely quiet; usually it would alert the othwr family members of intruders. But it was silent. So quiet should could hear something outside. Something like scratching.

Her heart raced but she had no time to be scared for herself. No, she had to protect her tiny baby hermana and primo.

She dragged the blanket off of her bed, laying it on the ground. She pull the wooden stool from behind the door, moving it to the crib on the other side of the room. Usually the two would sleep in separate cribs, but both Camilo and Mirabel cried nonstop if they weren't next to each other.

Luisa was careful, reaching in and grabbing Camilo first. He stirred a bit, but thankfully didn't wake. She gently placed him on the blanket before reaching into to grab Mirabel. She was so tiny, so fragile. Not even 3 months old yet. She placed her youngest sister next to Camilo, the next instinctively turning towards each other, their yawns quiet in the already deathly silent room.

Luisa kept hearing noises and a shiver ran down her spine. She needed to hide. She could leave Casita; the nursery door was blocked by whatever was out there, and they were on the 2nd floor. She was only 4, but even she knew the dangers of heights.

She glanced under the bed. That could work.

She crawled under, grabbing the blanket and slowly pulling it. With it, her sister and cousin. She moved slow, careful not to wake them, but also trying to move quicker, so as to hurry and hide. She didn't know what was out there, but she wasn't about to risk the two most vulnerable and tiny members of their family to find out. Once they were under, she moved them to the farthest corner of her bed; against the wall. A little dusty, but safe.

She quickly crawled out. The sounds were getting loud and something had hit the door, resulting in a dull thud. Luisa jump, stufling a yelp. She grabbed the handle to the toy chest, dragging it towards the bed. She learned that from playing hide and seek with Isabela and Dolores; they would hide under the bed and out stuff in front of it, so that Luisa couldn't see them. Not at first glance.

The thudding and scartching was ear grating now, but Luisa continued. She wished she was stronger, so she could better move the chest. She finally got close enough to the bed, quickly scrambling under before tugginf the chest closer. It hit the wooden frame with a thud, and the moonlight from the open window was shut out. She was plunged in darkness, and she scooted back against the wall, her body protectively placed in front of Camilo and Mirabel.

She was nervous, but she had no time to dwell on it. She had to be strong for the youngest ones.

Even if it meant putting herself in harms way in the process.

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Really short I know 😞😞 but like I said. I have no idea where I was going or how I'm gonna continue 😭😭

I actually want it to be a horror situation, centered around Luisa (possibly thr babies cause where's the fun in no struggle) just. Gotta figure out how 💀💀

[dialalagirl]

Would I feel safe in a room with them?

TW!!! (Slight?) mention of self-harm on azusa's part

Ayato- No, not bc im sure he'd pull some bullshit of an excuse to feed on my blood, but bc it seems like a blur to me. If he's serious or not like his usual self at that moment, he'll probably let me go but if oh boy if he's feeling good, then I'm fucked.

Kanato- NO. NO ABSOLUTELY NOT GET ME OUT OF HERE. Although I love him, I'd rather adore him from a respectable distance. For my own good, i think I'll stay in the farthest corner of the room.

Laito- No. No, definitely not. As an asexual, the way he makes everything about sex is mind blowingly irritating and uncomfortable to me ♡

Reiji- To some extent?? He won't bite unless I do or say smth stupid, probably, so i guess he could be one of the people that I'd kinda feel safe with. Maybe I'd ask him a few things about chemistry or biology and hope it keeps his mind occupied enough to forget about my blood lol.

Shu- Hell yea. He's pretty chill and sleeps most of the time so we wouldn't have to interact, I'll just ignore him like he ignores me and we're good!

Subaru- Yeah, he's way kinder than his brothers even tho he doesn't like to show it much, and as long as i don't trigger his anger issues, he seems like someone i can reason with.

Kou- Maybe. I mean im not gonna accept his gifts obviously but if he insists, I'll just pray he asks for anything other than my blood. (Which he probably wouldn't, in that case I'll just give up and let him have it ig)

Yuma- Ehh... I would try not to interact much sinxe he gets angry pretty easily, but if i had to I'd probably kinda act like yui. Yk like more easy-going and pliant, even. Honestly he intimidates me (his height is NOT helping me) and i find him pretty, whixh is another problem bc my anxiety acts up like a Hollywood star and mess up everything when someone i find pretty is around.

Ruki- Yea, he seems cool. I'd ask him about book recommendations, maybe.

Azusa- he wouldn't feel safe with me in a room 🥰. Jokes aside tho, I'd probably be a little startled if he asked me to hurt him, but I'd try to find a middle ground. Maybe settling with just a few scratches, nothing deep enough to leave a scar but still enough to make him happy for the moment. I'm not letting him do the same to me tho, it took me way too long to stop doing that 💀.

mostly agree, BUT if I may offer a weeeeee but important edit:

ruki- fuck no. bro will stuff you in a dungeon and give you date-rape drugs if he jelly yes, it's true, look it up in MB 💀

[alaydabug2]

@iggydancebreak idk which one you wanted to be tagged in so im just tagging you in this just in case

Thjs started out strong but then writers block hot and I was just trying to get it done before I gave up entirely 💀

(This takes place a couple of years in the future when the neverseen has just been defeated. They're about 20-21 in this)

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(Sophie pov)

Sophie walked her way down the halls of the small, by elvin standards, house her and Keefe shared. Her boyfriend had said he needed some fresh air a little while ago, but he hadn't returned in an hour. She was starting to get worried.

She let out a breath of relief when she found him on the balcony, on the farthest end of the house. She leaned against the frame of the sliding glass door. The cool mettle made goosebumps crawl up her arms. It was already windy out, the temperature dropping with the sun.

Keefe was just in shorts and a thin t-shirt. He had his arms crossed close to his chest for warmth. Sophie could see him trembling from the cold.

She pulled a blanket from the couch before setting out to the balcony. He didn't realize she was there until she placed the blanket over his shoulders. He startled back to reality, turning to face her.

"Hey." Her breath made a cloud that hung in the air. "What are you doing out here?"

"I've just been thinking..." Keefe angled his face away.

"About?" She pressed.

He didn't awnser. Sophie leaned her head on his shoulder. The sunset really was gorgeous, with its vibrant pinks, purples, and yellows. But it was also getting colder by the minute.

"Hey," Sophie murmured. "Let's go inside. It's cold."

"Ok. I'll meet you in there."

"Uh-uh," she told him. "You'll freeze out here."

Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to look at her. "What's wrong? You're not acting right."

"I just... didn't expect to survive my mom. I don't know what to do now."

Sophie's heart sunk. "What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know." He kept his gaze fixated on the floor. "I... didn't let myself make many plans for the future. I didn't want to plan my life out, only for her to..." He trailed off.

Sophie took his hands, caressing the back of them with her thumbs. He stared at their intertwined fingers. A longing look filled his eyes.

"Come inside, Keefe," she repeated.

He mumbled something she didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Why do you love me," he whispered.

Sophie felt her heart being squeezed. Keefe's eyes had unshed tears in them. She reached up to cup the side of his face. Where was all of this coming from?

For the moment, her focus was on reassuring her boyfriend. She pressed her forehead to his. "Well..." she started out, "You're kind, you're funny, you're caring. I don't know what not to love about you."

"But I've hurt you," Keefe's voice cracked.

She gazed into his eyes. "You've made mistakes," Sophie agreed. "But you've been trying to fix them. That's what matters, okay? What's all of this about?"

He didn't speak.

"Talk to me," she pleaded. "What's going on?"

"I told you," Keefe pulled away. It created a gap between them. It was small, but to Sophie, it was an ocean. "I didn't think I'd get this far. I don't know how I'm supposed to get my life back on track now. I was counting on never getting the chance to. I don't know how to fix all of the things I've done."

Keefe sat on the bench that was placed out on the balcony. He propped his head in his hands, staring out at the ocean the house was built by. His eyes had a strange mix of sorrow, defeat, and numbness.

Sophie claimed the place beside him. She took his hand with one of her own. With the other, she brushed the hair away from his face.

"Hey, look at me." She waited for him to meet her eyes before saying, "It's ok. No, don't shake your head at me," she warned. "It will be, I promised. You're doing all that you can right now."

"You should hate me." The emotion leaked out into his voice. "Why don't you hate me?"

The tears falling down his face prompted some of her own. She wiped them from his cheek with her thumbs. "I've told you, I could never hate you. When are you going to start believing it?"

Keefe sank into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Sophie squeezed him tight, like she was trying to extract all of the hurt.

His cries eventually died down to sniffles. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.

Sophie trailed her hand down his back. Gosh... she loved him so much. So much more than he knew. And he was an Empath for crying out loud!

"Well, the good news," she said, kissing the top of his head. "Is I don't care if that's what you think. I love you anyway. Can't do anything about it."

She pulled back a little to look at him. His ice blue eyes still had tears in them, but a warmth soon took place of the pain. It wasn't gone, but it was faded.

Sophie loved him. Too much for her own good. It probably would be easier on her if it was possible for her to hate him, even a little.

But she didn't.

Keefe was hers. And he was broken. So very broken inside. But she'd already decided she'd spend her thousands of years she had as an elf putting him together back together again. He wouldn't be perfect. He never would be. But, then again, neither would she.

They had each other, though. And that was what mattered.

[seastarblue]

hiii me again ^^

I have not stopped thinking about Felix and just HAD to draw him (sorry for the quality I promise I’ll draw him better once I’m out of art block 😓😓🫶). Hopefully I did him justice! I didn’t have a lot to go off by so I just tried to replicate the descriptions + picrews as best as I could.

Anyways it got me thinking about how similar Felix and Felix are so I made a little venn diagram 🥰🥰

Felix similarities:

- both trans guys (from what I could tell)

- both have facial marks (Rodriguez with facial vitiligo, beauty marks and freckles & BonaDea with his butterfly markings)

- both like fighting and their siblings/mom (Rodriguez’s sister is kinda his mom so 🤪)

- both dislike prejudice against their race (Rodriguez with Dioles and BonaDea with Fae)

- both dislike leaving others (Rodriguez might even have irreversible trauma over leaving someone he loved ☺️☺️)

- both have cool facial scars

- both have quiet best friends

Felix differences:

- Rodriguez HAAAAAATTTEEEESSSSS alcohol

- Rodriguez is a wanted criminal (not by choice 🥰)

- Rodriguez is the farthest thing from noble 💀💀

Anyways yeah I think they’re both very silly guys!! If Rodriguez ever ran into BonaDea he’d definitely try to fight him LMAOO (biggest hater ever).

I AM

so SOS OS SOSSOSOSOSOSOSSOOOOOO NORMAL

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UR ART STYLE IS SO????? SO 💥💥🥰🥰🙌💥💥💖🥰🫶💖💥✨‼️💥💖💥✨💖💖💥✨✨💥🥰

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also WOW there are a lotta similarities this is GREAT

but yea I can see F.Rodriguez beating the everlasting shit outta F.BonaDea

I wouldn’t even be mad about it tbh BonaDea’s gotta get knocked down a peg or two 🙂‍↕️ (I am his Number One hater ☝️)

also with the wanted criminal thing: ehehehehheeeee that may not be a ‘difference’ for long… nyeh heh heh

tysmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

(artist is @dioles-writes OR @oros-ash3s OR @ash-thedrawer ! how should I tag you hrm 🤨 )

OH WAIT ALSO

DA WG WYM “I’ll draw him better” THIS IS ART IM EATING THIS 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Ty for the MEAL 🍽️

[cherienymphe]

Ngl when I first discovered your account I was so naive to how dark your fics were really gonna be 💀 the less I know the better was what led me to your account and the first fic of yours I ever (kinda) read, and idk why, but I was shocked when shit started going DOWN around chapter xii—I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Like I saw the ‘18+ only’ and ‘dark fics’ in your bio and all the warnings above the cut of your chapters but I thought the farthest things were gonna go was what happened in chapter x. It's weird tho cuz I've read non-con and yandere and whatnot before so I myself am perplexed as to why I was so shocked.

I’m gonna be honest tho, I never finished TLIKTB. I mean I technically did but I also didn’t cuz I only skimmed through the last ten chapters. That’s why I said I ‘kinda’ read it. I’m a JJ girlie and I didn’t want it to taint my image of him 💀 but I ate up Amnesiac and what you’ve put out for TD so far, although I’m trying to prepare myself for the upcoming chapters of the latter because I can tell JJ is turning dark. Also pls don’t take this as me saying I didn’t like TLIKTB 😭 It’s more of me just laughing at my own astonishment of what unfolded in the story. Amnesiac was also pretty crazy but it was Rafe and he’s already quite unhinged in the show. All you did was paint him a few shades darker. And OBX isn’t into the abusive and rapey stuff so they haven’t made him do anything like what he did in amnesiac but it’s not something I’d put past the canon version of him. Abusive content kinda just comes with liking Rafe because that’s who he is so I saw that coming from a mile away.

To this day I still can’t listen to the actual song by tame impala the same tho 😭

Please 😭 this is so funny to me because I've gotten this sentiment more than once and I think people have said it's because I don't hold back on the effects and ramifications of the dark actions in my stories. Like yeah we're going to dive into JJ's fucked up mindset as he spirals watching the woman he wants slip away. We're going to fully immerse ourselves into the reader's depression or shock or horror and the feeling of being out of control. Sorry but y'all gone feel what I feel when I write it 💀 I'm not suffering alone

[aquarii-if]

Ngl, i thought the mystery RO would be the creepy emperor because that would've been messed up. But an inventer that's incredibly full of themselves? You surprised me.

I'll take it!!

Lmao most important person in the universe.

please, not Izar. 😭😭 ??? is the farthest I'll go for red-flag ro's. I swear, no matter how many red flags ??? has, Izar has them tenfold. There's no way I could write a romance with him without it being incredibly abusive or out-of-character. At least ??? is willing to self-reflect and work on themself for the greater good.

??? is such a complex character, lol. The invention they made is actually really helpful and important to both Chronoian and Aquariian societies and the reason behind making it is very noble, it's just the way they use said technology during the story that makes them dangerous.

Izar, on the other hand, has no justification for how he acts, he's just power-hungry. 💀

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

Oh my! A Kataang shipper (I’m assuming based on the few posts of yours I’ve read) who doesn’t hate on Zuko or Zuko/Katara to raise up their own ship!? Not possible! Seriously though, I’m very glad to find your blog, it’s a very refreshing change of pace. People can ship what they want to but some in this fandom (most, and it’s very concerning) love to go feral for their own ships and destroy anyone who doesn’t agree. And why does most of that have to involve crapping on the twelve-year-old pacifist who survived a genocide!?

I never really watched ATLA much when I was younger but I’m watching it properly from start to finish now and I’m trying to enjoy it, but I keep finding horrendous takes on tumblr that bring me down. I finished the Southern Raiders episode earlier and wanted to come talk about it with fellow fans here, but I think I’ll just stick to enjoying the show by myself because the way so many people are using this episode to prove how bad Aang is makes me uncomfortable. Everyone using TSR to boost Zuko and Katara are missing the point. This isn’t a Zuko and Katara episode, this episode is a Katara episode. Aang isn’t the villain here getting in the way of what’s right. He was raised by monks.

The best way I can think to illustrate this point is (and please bear with me because I’m not sure I’m going to articulate this right) someone afraid of snow. Imagine your whole life you’ve been raised to avoid snow. There’s nothing wrong with snow by itself, but you’re repeatedly told to avoid it and that it’s bad and harmful so you grow up fearing snow. Now one day one of your closest friends wants to go play in the snow and your first instinct is to firmly warn them away from it because that’s what you’ve been told growing up. They’re really insistent on playing in the snow and you realise you can’t stop them and it’s not really your place to so you just try to advise them against anything too crazy. As if that wasn’t bad enough, one of your other friends is actively encouraging playing in the snow and mocking you for your fear of it. That’s how I see the Katara-Zuko-Aang interactions of this episode. Aang is the person raised to fear snow (in this case, violence and killing), Katara is the one who wants to play in the snow (in this case, getting justice for her mother) and Zuko is encouraging it. When Aang confronts her, he’s not upset at what she’s doing, he’s upset because she was going to steal Appa from him and not tell anyone where she was going, which I think is pretty fair given that they’ve already lost Appa once and Aang wasn’t there to stop it.

Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get so long or out-of-hand. I just got excited to talk to someone with common sense in this fandom and started rambling!

hello friend!! im honored you find my blog to be an island of tranquility amidst the turbulent ocean of the atla fandom 💛

i completely understand your desire to restrict your enjoyment of atla to yourself and your close circle, as there are indeed far too many people on tumblr who take "fandom" to the farthest extremes of harassment and abuse, issues the atla fandom are (unfortunately) particularly rife with. so many anti-aang people love to be loud, proud, and violent about their lack of media literacy... 💀

im also glad you enjoy my posts about tsr!! i fully agree, tsr is a katara episode, and to in any way decenter her perspectives and experiences is to fundamentally misunderstand the ep. (people who interpret tsr as a ship episode, or worse, as an episode in which aang is a villain, are either willingly ignorant or have been deeply failed by the educational system. critical thinking is a tool!! we must exercise it to keep it sharp!!)

i also think your analogy of snow is apt to describe the triangulation of tsr! i might revise it slightly to suggest that aang is not necessarily "afraid" of snow (violence/murder) but more so that he has been raised to be wary of the detrimental consequences that violence, and especially murder, can have on both those who impart and those who witness this bloodshed. i fully agree, tho, that aang is by no means upset at katara for wanting to pursue her vengeance -- he's simply reminding her that she has a choice (after all, allowing her to take appa on this journey represents the ultimate trust aang has in katara's decisions, whether she chose violence or no, bc you're so right that aang is sending appa off with her not so long after appa's devastating disappearance!! that's how much he faith he has in katara to make the decision that is right for her!!)

no need to apologize for rambling in my inbox 💛 tsr is one of my favorite eps in the series, i love getting to talk about it!