#erm….. tonight is not good today was not good.

[cockaiine]

on weekends, nanami makes sure to bake before you come over.

it started off with him just wanting the place to smell like freshly baked goods, to impress you with his skills. but it soon developed into a routine. both your schedule and his are cramped, adult life was no joke. but when he sees you by the weekend it all changes. it makes things even better when your face lights up at his latest creation, eating mouthfuls of whatever goods he had prepared for you.

but tonight doesn’t go as planned. kento is not used to things not going according to his plan. he’s a precise man, doing all he can to keep things in check. yet, somehow the cookies come out burnt, his iron isn’t working, the grocery store has surveillance and you should arrive in 5 minutes. 

you’re on time. the one thing that seems right. yeah, you’re right on time to catch a messy kitchen and the wrapping of a new iron thrown right next to the trash. you’re on time to see an embarrassed nanami, muttering apologies at the mess in the place and promising you it was all unexpected.

but then you giggle.

the blonde looks up at you, brows furrowed and lips slightly parted. wow, he’s really done it. He looks like an idiot now, an unorganized, unkempt idiot.

“kento, it’s okay,” you assure, turning to face him as he closes the door. “why are you apologizing?”

he clears his throat, visibly flustered. brown eyes flit away from your gaze. “erm…”

“would you rather i come another time?” you cock your head slightly, not wanting to cause any discomfort.

“what– no, it’s fine,” he mutters, moving out of the doorstep. “please stay.”

you smile gently, moving to take off your shoes. kento watches over you gingerly, praying to any gods that exist that you really don’t mind. the last thing he wants is for this to ruin your perception of him. 

plans were you just spend some time together, nothing too big. maybe, just maybe, it’d escalate into something. but it seems as though no plans were kept today.

you find yourself in the kitchen of his modest apartment, cradling a bowl in your arms as you work hard on whisking the eggs.

“is this enough?” you propose the bowl to him with a hopeful look on your face.

kento hums with a small smile, eyes checking the bowl with curiosity. “not quite yet,” he says, and you let out an exasperated groan at the eggs that just won’t get whisked to liking.

“do you do this often?” you ask, glaring in mock envy at his already-prepared dough. 

“on the weekends, mostly,” he mumbles, threading gloved fingers into the dough. you don’t understand why he doesn’t buy a mix from the supermarket, but you don’t question it. Nanami had his own way of doing things

“you’re such a hard worker,” you tease. he’s about to turn his face to you when he feels something pressing against his face.

he looks at you; face first, then hands. that’s when it clicks; you left flour on his face. 

“I’m bored with the eggs,” a breathtaking giggle escapes you, raising flour-filled hands to his face. “let’s do something else.”

it’s bold to make such a request when you were the one who suggested he teach you how to bake. But kento has no complaints whatsoever, not with your hands cradling his face like that. “like what?”

“mmm… i don’t know…” You roll your eyes, pretending to think as his gloved palms find your middle. “what do you think?”

he smiles a little, knowing where you're headed with this. He doesn’t hesitate, leaning in to kiss your lips.

[stunfiskz]

[moumouton4]

Let's Swap || Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 5 of the Smutember 2023 ( I mentionned Aizawa and all so let's say it's a College!AU so that they are all adults )

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : doggy style, biting, mating press, slight cockwarming, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1351

You never thought you’d see the day something like this could ever happen. Things have always been the same way. You were the “dominant” one and he was the one who was a little bit more unsure about the whole situation, and this no matter how many times you guys found yourself in the throes of passions and desires.

You were always on top no matter what position you found yourselves in. It could be a face off ( 🙂 ), a cowgirl or even during the missionary you are the one who fucked yourself on him. When he ever got on top it was usually - again - nothing more sophisticated than a simple missionary, that he, by the way, would execute almost as if he was scared to bother you.

Today, things felt a little bit different though. Izuku had had an unusual day. First in class he got a lot of good grades, even one higher than Momo. Then during his training, Aizawai paired him with Bakugo and Shoto and he won against both of them during the several fights the professor arranged. Therefore his ego and confidence felt boosted like never before. So tonight, on one of these days you both know you’re going to find the other for some intimate time later, he came with a specific idea in mind.

Everything went smoothly, well until THAT moment came across. When you straddled his lap and grounded on his hardening length. His fingers twitched at his sides for a brief moment, as his face became redder and redder. He wanted to tell you, that just for tonight, at least, he wanted to swap things a bit. But now that you were on him, stimulating his throbbing member like that he didn’t know anymore. Thankfully, you were always attuned to his needs and you felt that shift as soon as your eyes locked. Yes, he was always flustered and a bit awkward during love making but now it felt as if he was holding something back.

“Izuku what are you thinking about, my pretty hero” you asked, never ceasing your movements on his lap.

He swallowed hard as he internally debated if he should voice this little idea of his. But something between your soothing voice calling him your hero and your weight on him made him long for more. He took a deep breath before speaking, his hands started to go in every direction as he said “I-I was wondering if you would like… well it’s fine if you don’t want to, but I wanted to know what it was to erm… until you prefer to keep  things like this. You know with you huhhhh on top…”

you let him continue his ramble a bit longer but after 3 minutes you spoke up “Okay but now try shorter” you kissed his cheek as you finally stopped moving to let him think and express himself properly ( but between us that happens all the time )

“I-I want to… to be in charge. Just for this once- only if you want it too. Your comfort is my top prio-” he was cut by your kiss. It was sweet, full of reassurance and oh so hungry. Gosh you loved to be on top but seeing him in charge is such a turn on. And at this point you’re miles away to know what he means by that ( keep it sweet though it’s Izuku we are talking about )

“I’m okay with it. Just this once and every other time that will follow” you explained, it was a good thing to see him this much at ease with you. So you took the lead and took your clothes off before lying on the bed, thinking he was going to go for a missionary as per usual, when he wanted to be in charge.

Though the green haired boy kept his clothes for a little longer as he continued “N-not like this… I w-want you too-” but he struggled to voice his need - besides he doesn’t know how to call this position. So he gently took your hands and brought you to your knees before gently pushing you down for you to end up on all four “O-okay. A-are you fine like that ? Is it okay ?” he was so cute, always wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“I’m a little cold” you teased, trying to alleviate the pressure you knew he was experiencing. Soon after he undressed and joined you on the bed, the sounds of the sheets rustling as he shuffled to get behind you.

His hard length nudged against your ass cheek as he found purchase on your hips “T-tell me if it feels uncomfortable at any point. N-now I’m going to- aah” he moaned as the swollen tip of his length pushed past your folds. He almost struggled to enter you without cumming right away “You’re… ugh it’s so tight” he whimpered, surprisingly you felt so much tighter like this than when you were on top or on missionary.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, you both let out a gasp as if this was the only thing that lacked in your life. Soon enough he started to move. Not making direct eye contact with you allowed him to feel less unsure, besides your moans only proved to him that he was doing things the right way for you. His hips started to slap harder against yours. The room rapidly filled with the news noises of the squelching of your cunt around his cock and the sound of his balls slapping your ass. Gosh he was really about to make you cum like this.

Though he was as close as you and he really wanted you to come first. So he liked his fingers and his hand snaked between your legs as he looked for your clit. Once he found the bundle of nerves he made quick circles, making your hips buck against his hand.

You fucked yourself back against him, this position was on a whole new level compared to your usual habits. He felt a torrent of love for you, his motion never losing any power. He peppered your back with open mouthed kisses, before his teeth found their way to the tender flesh of your shoulder. He just needed to bite on something to keep himself from letting go of everything as he felt your walls tighten around him.

Then as if on cue your orgasm hit you head-on, your legs quivered and if it wasn't for his strong arms to keep you up you would have fallen head first against the mattress. He kept fucking you, but at some point he got overwhelmed, so he gently laid you on the bed, never breaking your connection. Once you were there he pinned you down on the bed and kept going until his length spasmed and spurted hot ropes of cum with each beat of his heart.

He let his body fall on top of you, with his cock still deep inside you that started to soften. His breathing was erratic but it was all worth it.

“breathes in Are you out okay ? in I didn’t out hurt you in right ? out” even after everything he still worried about you.

“That was perfect Izuku” you answered, bringing your arm back to gently play with his hair “You were a great success today… damn I didn’t know you could fuck me like that”

He flushed at your words “T-thank you Y/n... I didn't expect it to turn like that” he said rubbing the back of his head

“I just hope it’s going to be more than this once” you said hoping he would feel comfortable enough to do this again. That’s when he surprised you again “I-if you want… give me about 20 minutes and I’ll gladly c-continue” it sounded more like a question but you knew this didn’t let him indifferent.

“That’s fine by me. Let’s swap” you cheered, making a huge smile spread on his adorable face.

[kittenintheden]

What the heck your story replies are perfect! Umm let’s see: What if a Tav that’s still learning to read asks Astarion to read aloud some of the books she pilfered reclaimed from their latest temple exploration.

It’s porn. Very, very descriptive porn. Bonus if it’s vampire porn.

"Astarion?" Tav says quietly, poking their head around the open flap of his tent. They find him sitting cross-legged inside, his eyes scanning over the book laying open in his lap. He looks up at their inquiry and lifts his chin with a cavalier smile.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite companion," he says, voice lilting. "What can I do for you?"

Tav clears their throat and ducks inside, settling on their knees just beyond. They have a book of their own in their hands, their fingers impatiently tapping against the cover. "I wondered if you might be up for giving me another reading lesson."

He hums, tipping his own tome shut and setting it aside. "Something from that broken up old temple we found today? Give it here, let's see."

Hesitantly, they hold it out for him and he accepts it, gaze scanning the binding. He lifts a brow, then flips it open and peruses a page. Then another. He snaps it shut again.

"I don't know if this is the best book for a, ah," he says, contemplating his next words. His mouth tics up on one side as he glances them up and down. "Reading lesson."

Tav frowns. "Why not? I thought you'd be interested, given the picture on the cover."

Astarion peers down at the cover and huffs a laugh. "Well. I can certainly see why you'd think so. The resemblance is... resemblant."

It's a finely-wrought etching of two people, one swooning against the other. The figure behind supports the other about the waist with one hand, the opposite pulling their hair aside to reveal their neck. The dominant figure leans toward their throat as if for a kiss, pointed teeth showing past their lips.

Tav shrugs. "Is it too advanced? Is that why?"

Astarion gives a sharp laugh and puts his fingers in front of his mouth as if he's trying to put it back. "Erm, no, dear. I think you could puzzle through it just fine."

"Okay..." Tav says, perplexed. "Then what?'

"Bleeding Hells," he mutters, rubbing a forefinger in the space between his eyes. "Why don't you try reading the title out for me? Let's start there."

Tav takes the book back and looks at the lettering on the front. It's the Common alphabet, so not too terrible to parse, though they're still working on some of the more complex blended sounds.

"In..." they start, running their finger beneath the words and feeling the soft leather beneath. "the... Embra... Embrace?"

Astarion is leaning on one hand and he gives a patient nod.

"In the Embrace... of... the... Nig... Nig-het..."

"Night, sweet thing," Astarion says softly. "G beside H is silent."

"Right," Tav says, looking again. "So, In the Embrace of the Night... stalker."

"Try again."

Tav studies the letters again. They spot their mistake. "Nightsucker."

Astarion nods.

They look very pleased with themselves, beaming at him. "Got it! What's the problem, again?"

The vampire closes his eyes and holds his hands in prayer position in front of his lips as if he's steeling himself. He opens his scarlet eyes and moves his hands away. "Shall I read you a page or two to start? Maybe then you'll understand."

Thrilled, Tav nods and returns the tome, sitting themselves more comfortably as Astarion leafs through the pages.

"Ooooh," he says, his voice lifting. "This passage looks promising." He lowers the book in front of him so Tav can scoot around and follow along as he reads, committing symbol to sound.

Astarion's carefully kept fingernails run along the text inside, showing where he's reading. In his practiced, soothing Upper City voice, he begins to read. "A creature of the night is good for only two things: destruction or seduction. Perhaps both at once, if a person is lucky. And tonight, Yolanda is very, very lucky."

Tav subconsciously nods along, feeling a little thrill of pride every time they mentally catch the word before Astarion says it aloud. Their companion continues to read about Yolanda and her new vampiric friend, until the story takes... a bit of a turn.

"Yolanda gasps rapturously as Armondo suckles at the crease of her thigh, skin flushing as his sinful tongue laps closer and closer to the place she needs it most, to her swollen secret spot, and when at last he catches it in a languid swirl, she keens out his-"

Tav puts their hands on either side of the book over Astarion's and forces him to snap it shut, their cheeks flaming. Slowly, they turn their head to find Astarion's face very, very close, a look of deep amusement in his eye and a smirk stretching his lips.

"I have to go," Tav says. "Keep the book." Their legs aren't immediately cooperative, but when they manage to get them to respond, they scramble inelegantly for the exit. "Good night."

"Sweet dreams," Astarion calls after them, still smirking. Once they've gone, he opens the book back up to that same passage.

"What will Armondo do next, I wonder," he whispers.

After about a minute, when he's sure Tav is safely tucked away in their own tent and likely screaming into their makeshift pillow, he clears his throat and squirms, reaching down to adjust the front of his trousers. They've gone quite tight.

[hopelessdazai]

I just saw the soft sex with dazai can you made a soft sex with Chuuya too? Pretty please.

Take your time answering this tho, I don't want to pressure you ><

YEAAAAAAA CHUUYAAAAA RAAAAAA 🗣🗣🗣🗣❗️⁉️⁉️🔊🔥 I think the only reason I'm actually doing requests is bc I have college work to write erm.

Soft sex with chuuya

contents; chuuya x reader, soft sex, chuuya loves u so bad, praise, oral, gender neutral reader, crying during sex,

oh how to even begin. the nights don't go how they usually do, which if you're unaware usually begins with you pinned to a wall while chuuya takes what he wants in the moment.

he wants you to feel appreciated tonight, loved !! adored !! maybe you'd had a bad time at work recently and he knew you wouldn't be in the mood for the roughness he's usually on. or maybe he just wants to show you exactly how much you mean to him.

but whatever the reason is, chuuyas whispering praise in your ear while he gently kisses you. it's not his usual sloppy makeout, where it feels like more teeth then tongue. he's gently peppering kisses around the places on you he absolutely adores.

and that's a lot of places.

he'll carry you into bed if you aren't already there, always. laying you down on the sheets and taking a good minute to truly appriciate your beauty. not to say he usually doesn't, but tonight is different. try not to get embarrassed while he's obviously ogling at your body.

he goes down on you, he usually does. no teasing tonight and barely edging unless you insist upon it. he's getting you to the goal immediately and making you feel good, you deserve it.

chuuya doesn't request anything of you directly, if you pick up on his subtle hints on wanting you to return the favour, he'll gladly let you. his usual methods of fucking your throat until he's crying out and tearing up is no good though. even if he gets frustrated, he let's you go at your own pace.

and when he actually fucks you? it's so different to the usual lust he feels. he's so gentle, he's holding you close and damn near crying because he's so happy to have you. he's so glad to be around you. and he's so delighted to have someone to be this intimate with.

the only words that spill from chuuyas lips are kind ones, he won't degrade you in these times, the most you'll get is a cuss word under his breath. he adores you. he wants you to know that and know it straight today.

he can't help when he tears up when he cums either. holding you tight to his chest and whining at how warm you feel as he spills into you. he'll apologise for it, telling you he doesn't know whats gotten into him. but he knows, and you probably know too.

chuuya isn't used to these intimacy levels. he's used to hate sex, being rough to get where he wants. he's not used to having someone to love so thoroughly. and here you are. in his arms. and he couldn't be happier with where he is in life.

maybe he'll retire from the mafia and settle down with you tomorrow. but today he'd like to focus on the warmth of you in his arms.

it's Halloween month and we get the fivbe nights at Freddie movie soon !! :3

- zai

[kai-anderson-whore]

Beautiful boy (dad kai Anderson x mom fem reader)

.warnings: mentions of the cult and kai being a softie for the first time in his life

A/n: had tis idea to make a kai Fluff and its actually too adorable at the end 😭

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The wind blowing around the Michigan Park as you pulled your coat tighter around your frame your jaw slightly jitters watching your four year old son play, "Kingsley come on we need to go home it's freezing buddy" you called walking over to your small child before he ended up catching a cold.

You held your sons hand walking him to your car, "let go home to daddy little guy" you smiled strapping Kingsley into his carseat, your son was in a world of his own as you heated up the car before driving home to your husband.

You dreaded coming home to your husband he wasn't the same like he used to be when you were first married he was loving, kind, he would touch a hair on anyone's head but now he's mean, selfish, dangerous and addicted to adderall you wish he would change for Kingsley but no you were left to pick the pieces up.

Kai is a good father not the best but he knew how to look out for his family, maybe a bit too much he was the heli parent the type to keep everything and anything away from your son whilst you wanted to let your explore the world around him, have fun get his senses going with the outer world.

"Do you want Dino nuggies for dinner sweetface" you asked looked up at the rear view mirror to see your sons approval, "yes momma" he giggled kicking his legs in glee, "okay I'll make them once we get home".

Once you got home there was no one in or so you thought when you heard commotion from down stairs in the basement, "Hey buddy why don't you watch something on your ipad till mommy sees daddy" you said grabbing your sons ipad and headphones "okay mama" Kingsley smiled.

You placed the headphones on your sons head putting on some cartoon he likes that will keep him entertained till you let kai know that you were home, you never liked when kai held the meetings when Kingsley was home you didn't want him to be exposed to that stuff ever but kai was reluctant otherwise Kingsley was his messiah you hated it he was his son not a messiah.

You made your way down the basement seeing all the cult members listening to kai's words till he stopped his eyes on yours "y/n your home" he said he didn't expect you to be home till he realised he told you he'd be an hour and it had been two that went by "Yeah erm Kingsley is watching his ipad" you said unsure what to say.

"That's it for today everyone" kai said you knew that was your queue to go back upstairs to Kingsley you didn't want him to see his fathers cult, you went back upstairs before anyone else taking Kingsley to the kitchen to help you make dinner.

"Mama can we watch a movie tonight with daddy?" Your four year old asked you let out a smile and nodded "of course we can after you have your bath then we can watch cars your favourite" you said watching your son jump with glee.

You heard the front door close and kai entering the kitchen wrapping his arms around your waist, he always showed affection towards you ever since you were pregnant with Kingsley you loved it to say the least but you couldnt deal with the cult, "what you making?" Kai asked.

"Dinno nuggies for Kingsley and a pizza for us also Kingsley wants to watch a movie with us tonight so he can come in our room tonight" you said turning around to face kai, "y/n you know he needs to sleep in his own room he's just gotten used to it" kai said with a stern face.

"It's just for tonight you know you hated it when he's not with us kai" you pout kai shook his head in protest, "actually it was great we had privacy" he smirked his hand now resting on your ass, Kingsley now off to play with his toys.

"Well it's just for one night kai" you chuckled moving away from him to check on your son, kai following behind, "daddy come play with me" Kingsley beamed playing with his toy cars, "sure buddy" kai said going to play with Kingsley.

You observed your husband and son interact it always mesmerised you how loving kai was to your son, never shouted infront of him, was very patient with him, everything he wasn't to anyone else you loved that about kai, he showed his son love wanting to make his childhood as normal as possible.

As the night rolled on you and kai bathed Kingsley got his favourite pyjamas on which were his spiderman ones that his auntie winter bought him for their pyjama party a few months back, now all of you ready for bed Kingsley sat in the middle of the bed between you and kai as the opening credits of Disney cars played.

Kingsley was snuggled up to his father who had an arm wrapped around you both holding you close, kai hated to admit he liked physical touch from people but at night when it was the three of you he always had his arm around you both keeping you close as a family, you always loved it when he did this since it was the only time he did.

Kingsley had his hand out for you to trace your finger over it something he always did to help him sleep at night whilst the other hand on kais ear playing it it ( side note idk why but my little sister always did this to help her sleep and it really fucking hurt) not even halfway into the movie Kingsley was sound asleep little light snores leaving his lips, his fingers still playing with kais ear making sure his dad doesn't go anywhere.

"Aww look at him he's too cute" you whispered to kai who was already observing his son with a proud smile, "we really did get lucky with him didn't we" he sighed his eyes now on you with such love and admiration, something that you saw more since Kingsley was born, kai got a lot softer since becoming a father well to you, your son and his sister but he was the same kai to everyone else you didn't care about that though.

"You know I think we should have another baby someone he can play superheroes with" kai suggested you were taken aback at your husbands words, you didn't think he would want another baby unless it was for the cult, "you really want another baby kai?" You asked needing to hear him say it again, "I'm being serious y/n what do you say one or two more" he said you couldn't help but smile your eyes filled with love for the man infront of you.

You glanced down at Kingsley making your smile even brighter, "okay we'll try for another baby" you agreed laying your head on the pillow, if it were up to kai you would probably be pregnant with your third child by now he wanted as many kids as possible with you but you wanted a small family two maybe three kids most.

"I love you" you yawned the weight of the night washing over you, "I love you too" kai yawned back turning the tv off before falling asleep with you and your son in his arms making him feel like the luckily man on earth

[ilexdiapason]

(part one here)

Martyn, as it turns out, only has three phone numbers memorised.

One of them is his own. The second is his mother’s, which he tries, and receives the unfortunate information that the number has been disconnected and leads nowhere.

He finally has some luck with the third, the landline phone number of his house - while nobody picks this up, either, it does connect to somewhere at least. Martyn is able to leave a voicemail explaining that he’s out of the situation he was in that meant he couldn’t come home, and that he’ll be there by tonight.

“Where’s there?” Oli asks, kind of hoping Martyn won’t need a lift to Bristol or anything out of the way like that.

“Nottingham,” Martyn replies, guarded.

Oh - that’s not so bad, then. “I can give you a lift down, if you need?”

“Aren’t you busy?”

“Oh, no.” Oli’s remote working today; as long as he keeps an eye on his emails, nobody should even notice he’s gone, and if he can always call in a family emergency if Martyn does take him up on the offer to drive. It is a family emergency, after all, it seems - just not Oli’s family.

Martyn perks up at the response, though. “Oh, I getcha. Job market, eh?” He makes a cutting motion across his throat, with noise to match.

“No, I’ve got a job! A pretty good one, actually. That’s why I can afford living on my own.”

“Ah.” A silence, and then Martyn flicks the phone back on in his hands. “Oh, god. December 2023?”

“... Yes?” Why did you not know what month it was? Or, from the sounds of it, what year?

“God, my mum’s gonna be out of her wits, that’s awful.” He flicks at the screen - then, sheepish, asks, “What’s your passcode?”

“Here, I’ll -” Oli takes it out of his hands, taps in the shape of a circle “- what d’you want?”

“Oh, I was just gonna google myself.”

Oli pulls up Google. Waits, expectantly.

“Er - Martyn Littlewood.”

And oh, jesus, yeah, that’s a missing persons case. Last seen April 2021, no wonder he was bloody worried about the year, suspect investigated but no proof identified, case well and truly cold.

Martyn must see it in his face the way he’s started, because he grimaces. “That bad?”

“About what you’d expect,” says Oli, turning the phone around to face Martyn. He snatches it, which is unexpected but honestly not out of character for the stuff he remembers from Martyn in-game.

Wait.

“Hold on - how were you getting on SMPs with us lot if you were… whatever you were?”

Martyn grimaces harder. “Long story. Difficult, too. Let’s just say there’s a lotta people who I last saw lunging for my neck, and they’re not gonna stop because I’m here.”

“Are you a wanted man? Do I need to barricade the doors, close the blinds, what?”

“Nah, nah - just keep me away from your computer.” He pauses again to consider that. “Actually. If you’re here, does that mean everyone else is too?”

“What, the other people on the server? Well, they’re not here, but I could message people if you want, say you’ve… I don’t know, turned up at Sainsbury’s?”

“I’m an ASDA man myself,” Martyn cracks, and then frowns at the screen. “So can I go on your Discord? I won’t send anything. I just want to know.”

“Erm - sure.”

He taps through, immediately lights up. “Scott!”

Ah, yeah, he had been DMing Scott this morning. Something about axolotls, if he’s not mistaken. “Yeah! He’s all the way in Brighton, though, I don’t know if I could swing that much of a lift.”

“And Bek. And Eloise, and - oh my god, I need to know what Sausage’s real name is.”

“I’ve never asked.”

“You just call him Sausage, all the time?”

“S’funny, innit?”

Martyn nods solemnly. “It is funny.”

He sits like that for a while, scrolling through Oli’s DM history, muttering names under his breath. “I mean,” says Oli, “we can add you, if you like.”

“God. Yeah, you prob’ly can. Let me try it.”

A few seconds later, and Martyn’s handing back the phone to Oli with a pending friend request to InTheLittleWood in tow. “Don’t know why you didn’t offer that before, if you’re so excited.”

“Couldn’t,” Martyn says nonchalantly.

“Right, and does that have something to do with this missing persons case of yours?”

His face falls. “Yeah, actually. Something like that.”

“Ah.”

They decide to wait until either his mum calls Oli back or Oli is officially clocked out of work to get back in the car. Until then, it seems like it’s time for Oli to get Martyn up to speed on the last… two and a half years, good lord, that’s a while…

(part three here)

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 2

"It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off." - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

706 words

Ominis had always been shy and she knew that. But what she didn’t expect was for that shyness to persist even during their bedtime activities. She’d always taken Ominis to be quiet during the day and a totally dominant king during the night.

She was determined to make him crack and take control. She knew he could and that she’d just have to strike the right cord within him to make him snap. After all, it was a fantasy of hers for him to take control of her and use her body as he saw fit.

She’d spent the entire day thinking of how to strike that nerve within him. She’d asked Sebastian, who she knew had the best experience in getting on Ominis’ last nerve.

She’d read loads of books from the restricted section. Titles that would make her sweeter-than candy-wizard blush while betwixt the sheets. Many that made even her blush all the way to the tips of her ears.

She’d even gone so far as to slip him spicy little notes in each class she saw him in. Each note getting more and more provocative with descriptions of her need for him.

She’d hoped that her set up work and what she’d learned would aid her in seducing him. But if all else failed she’d practiced and practiced till she felt comfortable on how to straight up ask him for what she desired most.

She smiled when finally some time after curfew the tell tale sounds of the clock mechanism rang out in the Undercroft. She approached him as he stepped into the low light that the hanging candelabras produced across the room.

Ominis face was unreadable, which made her a bit nervous as his hand rose to caress her cheek. “Hello, my love. I must say, your notes throughout today had my mind wandering about where it shouldn’t have been. I assume you’re in a rather needy mood, shall we say.”

She nodded against his palm as her own came to caress his hand. “Yes. You could definitely say that. Is that okay with you tonight? I must say I’ve been feeling rather…naughty…and I feel like you could tame that quite nicely?”

His brows rose with intrigue, tone turning a bit darker. “Oh? And how you’d you like me to go about satisfying these naughty cravings you’ve been having?”

She gently walked him backwards till his legs hit the couch. She pushed him down onto it, listening to the little ‘oof’ sound he made on impact. “Well…I had a whole plan but…honestly…you’ve always said a direct approach is best with you…I erm…Ominis I want you to dominate me.”

His eyes widened in surprise and she closed hers with embarrassment, letting out the breath she’d been holding. His hands closed around her thighs gently. She could almost feel the sincerity in his fingertips from how gentle he was as he gripped her.

She was mortified, not quite ready to answer the why that she knew he would be asking. She was also afraid that he wouldn’t be comfortable and that he would grow even more shy with her.

But to her surprise his grip on her thighs tightened and a gasp left her lips as he leaned in and nipped her neck. “Alright then…if you want me to dominate you, then I will. You’ll have to be a good girl for me then and earn it. You can be a good girl…can’t you?”

Her breath picked up and her eyes shot open to see him, her Ominis. His usual sweet calm murky orbs were dark and stormy but he had a grin painted across his thin lips. It made her stomach swirl with excitement. “Y-yes, Ominis. I-I’ll be good.”

He chuckled and his fingers tightened around her thighs mercilessly, eliciting another gasp from her lips. “Good. Then you better get to work getting yourself off on my thigh. Since I only want to listen tonight. You know I love to hear your pretty sounds.”

She sat frozen as her mind reeled over his words, trying to figure out what he wanted her to do. “Come on love. Are you suddenly feeling scared? It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 2/15

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Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias. 

Enjoy!

"Not like that, like this."

"But grandma..."

You were miserable being a seamstress apprentice, but at least you were doing something your parents would say whenever you'd call them to complain. They had you move to Manchester so you could learn the business. Grandma was happy to have you since dad was never good for anything but stitching up socks when he was young. You remember him doing so all the time as Trent would grow out of his clothes faster than you.

"Rearrange them." Grandma demanded, pointing to a pile of spare buttons that you wrongfully arranged by tossing them all into one single box. "Afterwards Jennifer has got some more work for you to do at the counter."

"Wait, you're leaving me?"

Grandma was seen putting on her hat and fur coat. "The Great British Bake off is on." She smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." And with that she left the shop.

Frustrated, you rearranged the box of buttons and went on to receive more instructions from grandma's only employee at this particular shop, located in a quite posh part of Manchester. Sometimes you would recognize people who walked in from TV or the cover of famous magazines. It was cool how Grandma had managed to make quite the name for herself, having started from nothing.

"All done?" Jennifer asked, as you walked up to the counter, shoving the box of buttons into a drawer beneath it.

"Yes. Can I go home now?"

Jennifer looked at you with guilty eyes. Her green guilty eyes. "I've actually got some things for you to sort out. We've got an important client coming in tomorrow. His assistant called this morning, asking us to prepare his measurements beforehand so it wouldn't be as much of a hassle tomorrow. What I need you to do is clean up in the back by putting some clothes on the headless mannequins.....oh, after you've attached their heads of course."

"Jenny," You sighed. "That's gonna take me at least two more hours in the shop. Please tell me you're at least sticking around to help me?"

"Sorry." She shrugged, closing down the computer and grabbing her purse. "I've got a date tonight."

And like that you were left for dead. Your Friday night set.

After two hours you were still on your knees in the shop window, dressing the mannequins, customizing them with Grandma's latest collections. Suddenly the bell to the front door rang.

"Coming!"

It was too late for any deliveries. You were surprised to be confronted by a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders, wearing sunglasses even though it was nearly dark outside.

"Can I help you sir?"

The man looked over his shoulders then to the left and to the right before acknowledging you. "Are you Mrs Arnold?" He asked skeptically. Although you couldn't see his eyes from behind his dark sunglasses, you knew that he was looking at your bare feet.

"Erm..no, I'm her grandchild. Can I help you with something?" You regretted the fact that you left your heels in the store window. You thought the delivery man was at the door. Instead you found this huge man that, unless he wanted to buy something, you were going to have to ask to leave.

"My assistant called your grandmother about a suit fitting. I was in the neighborhood and I have the suit with me right now if we could just get it over with today, since my flight leaves early tomorrow afternoon."

"Um, sure. What was the name?" You moved over to the counter, checking the computer. If it was just a suit fit then perhaps you could get it done yourself. You had done many of those before, without Grandma having to assist you.

"The name?" You repeated, peering over to see that the man hadn't given it up yet. All he had done was remove his sunglasses, revealing a pair of handsome brown eyes.

"It's Ruben, Ruben Dias."

"Ruben....Dias...." You typed the name into the bookings, and that's when it hit you. "Wait a minute?"

The man seemed startled by the swift way your eyes left the computer, examining him. "You play for Manchester City, don't you?" And not only that, he was THE Ruben Dias.

"Yeah." He smiled, not really wanting to make a big deal out of it. You however....

"My brother hates you!"

"Pardon?" He scratched the back of his head.

"No, you don't understand, he really hates you." You laughed. "The way you played against Liverpool last time around was hilarious."

"Um...thanks."

You could see it, Ruben getting a bit uncomfortable by the change of your demeanor. You were probably coming across as very unprofessional.

"Excuse me." You said, clearing your throat, settling down a bit. "I'll be right back."

You rushed over to the store window where the half dressed mannequins lay, along with your high heels. You returned to the front of the store, having collected yourself and put on your shoes.

"Let's see the suit." You said, to which Ruben brought out a paper bag, setting it on the counter in front of you. He pulled out the jacket of the suit, but the way it look, the texture of the fabric...

"It's green." You grimarced.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Why is it green?"

"You don't like it?"

"No." You snorted. "It's hideous. Unless the theme to whatever event you're going to is 'Moldy Pinguin'?"

"It's not." He said, looking less than amused.

"Well whoever suggested you'd wear it should be fired."

"Did my assistant give you the measurements?" He said, in a business like matter, a sign for you to shut up and do your job.

"Sure." You nodded, ones again wiping the smile off your face. "Please, sit. This may take a while."

Ruben was glad to be seated whilst you took his suit into the back office where Grandma kept her sewing machine. You took Ruben's measurements and applied them to the suit. It should fit him well once you are done.

"Done. Let's try it on."

You returned with the fitted suit. Handing it to Ruben who stood and followed your directions towards dressing rooms. Whilst he took his time, you contemplated calling Trent, perhaps lying and telling him that Grandma had Manchester City players coming in and out of her shop. Of course, he wouldn't believe you unless you had proof, and sneaking a photo of Ruben would be too risky, not to mention creepy. No, you shouldn't do it. Although you really wanted to. If you could just get closer.....

"I don't think the shirt fits."

Approaching his dressing room, phone in hand, you were forced to back off as the curtains flung open, revealing Ruben with an unbuttoned shirt and no pants on.

"Um, w...what doesn't fit?" Your mouth went dry. Ruben's black underwear fit him perfectly, the elastic fabric hugging tightly around the curve of his ass, cupping his front, firmly holding up the bulk in his pants.

"My shirt?"

"Oh." Your gaze lifted. "Of course. Your shirt." You approached him, examining the design.

"Look." He said, demonstrating the fact that the buttons wouldn't close, not with the current size of his chest.

"I see." You hummed, trying not to make it obvious that you were checking him out. He had outlined muscles everywhere you looked, even tracing down towards his...

"Can you fix it or not?"

"Tonight?" Your eyes left his muscles, mimicking his frown.

"Yes. I'm leaving for Portugal tomorrow, it's where I'll receive my reward."

"What award?"

"Does it matter?"

Clearly Ruben was getting irritated, however none of this was your fault. You did the measurements just as his assistant had informed. Perhaps Mr Muscle Everest should stay off the weights if he wanted clothes to fit him better.

"Can you?" He repeated, seeing how you failed to answer him.

"Fine. Okay." You nodded, stretching out a hand for Ruben to hand over the shirt. He did so rolling his eyes.

God, he was annoying, you thought. No wonder he and your brother had beef.

"I'll be right back." You said, and spent another hour working overtime. By the time you left the sewing machine and waited for Ruben to try on the suit, the time was already well past nine o' clock.

"Okay, tell me what you think, and don't lie." Ruben stepped out of the dressing room in his moldy penguin suit.

You shrugged your shoulders and handed it to him straight. "I'd definitely call you if I needed help solving the murder mystery of my late cat Whiskey."

"Huh?"

"It means you look like Sherlock Holmes, Ruben."

He raised a brow.

"And Sherlock Holmes is not who I'd aspire to look like If I was expected to go on stage, receiving an award in front of hundreds of people."

Ruben's expression faltered. "Is that all?"

"Yes, that'll be 50 pounds for the fitting. Would you like me to run it up by the front desk?"

"Gladly." He grunted, shutting the dressing room curtains in your face.

You mumbled the words on your way to the front desk. "What a dickhead."

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Promises To Keep

A/N: Day 4 of valentines week!

Warnings: none

***

“I- umm,” Jo’s voice quivered. “I’m p-pregnant?”

Matty looked down at the 4 pregnancy tests, all clearly indicating, either in “+” or lines, or big bold letters “PREGNANT.” He grabbed one of the opened boxed, scanning over the fine print. “Mhm. Y-you’re definitely pregnant. It would seem.”

He looked up at her from the bathroom floor, as she sat, wide-eyed on the side of the bathtub, staring down at the mess of tests at her feet. Matty was, of course, overjoyed. This was the best news of his entire life. He’s always wanted to be a father. And the fact that it had happened without them planning it or trying? He’s not one for religion but he was certain that’s what he would call a blessing, if ever such a thing existed. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. until he could determine Jo’s feelings on the matter, though, he was trying to remain calm. And it was killing him. He wanted to hoist her into his arms and hold her tight. He wanted to kiss her from head to toes. He wants to cry. But he had to stay focused and supportive.

“I- am gonna be a mom? Like- a mother?”

“Mhm.”

“L-life is…g-growing? Inside me? I- have a womb and shit?”

Matty frowned. “Pretty sure you’ve always had a womb- that’s not the point,okay.” He corrected himself. “Well, erm….life doesn’t begin at conception, Jo.”

Her eyes met his for the first time since the tests turned positive. “Right.” She mumbled. “It’s not a baby. It’s just cells.”

Matty’s heart sank. But he couldn’t argue with facts. “Just cells.” He echoed.

Jo’s hand absently moved to rest on her nonexistent bump. Matty’s hand itched to rest atop hers, but he held back. He watched her look into the distance as she pictured her future. 9 months from today. A child changes everything. Her life. Her body. Her career. Not to mention, her relationship. She was under no illusions when it came to parenthood. She’d watched enough of her friends go through the process to know about the sleepless nights, and the breastfeeding problems and the ever-present smell of poopy diapers in the house no matter how much cleaning one does. She was young. Her career had just taken off. She has just started to get a sense of who he is as an adult….and yet….

The notion of having a baby, one that is half her and half Matty, felt bigger, better, more right than anything else that she had planned or foreseen for herself in the future. The idea that the two of them could love each other so much to the point of making a whole third person out of this love was the perfect next step for their relationship.

Tears stung the backs of her eyes; a smile danced on her lips. “Well, we’ve both always said we want to be parents…”

Matty’s eyes lit up at her words. “Yes! We have!” He said, half standing up.

“I mean- nobody’s getting any younger- I make good money-“

“I’m rich, Jo. In case you haven’t-“

“And I work in design I can do that from anywhere-“

“I don’t have to work at all!” Matty yelled out, as if announcing the fact to a room full of people.

“You, do, in fact, have to work. You leave for tour tonight.”

Matty got up to sit beside her on the edge of the bathtub. “Right. If this child decides to ignore school and start a band….they’re going to live in our house for a long time. We’ll need a bigger house.”

Jo giggled at the image that his words had painted.

“Speaking of house….i can’t go tonight. You’re pregnant.”

“Don’t be stupid! You can go. You have to go.”

“And leave my pregnant- not wife.” He chuckled. “Funny, I- always thought: rock band, husband, then kids. Guess not everything happens in the order you want it to happen.”

Jo nodded. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I…always thought I’d feel like an adult by the time that I got pregnant. You know, sort of in the way that moms do?”

“Mhm.”

“Moms always….know everything. Like what to wear to things and what to do if a scab won’t heal, and how to make the perfect roast potatoes.”

“Roast potatoes?” Matty frowned. “You make a good roast, Jo-“

“Yeah but I can never get them quite right. You know, crispy and golden on the outside but tender and fluffy on the inside?”

He nodded along, recognizing what she meant, “sure. Yeah.”

“Our child is gonna grow up eating subpar potatoes, Matty.”

Matty held his head in his hands, letting her words fly by. Their child was going to be subjected to a lifetime of imperfect potatoes. A lifetime. With a child. They’re having a child. He’s gonna be a dad! He’s having Jo’s baby!

“Hey, Jo?” He called out, his voice echoing through the porcelain tub.

“Yes, Matty?”

He picked his head up and looked at her, flashing her a huge, shimmering grin. “We’re having a baby!”

The joy that lit up his eyes was impossible to ignore. Jo’s smile softened. “We’re having a baby….”

***

“I don’t know….should we?”

Jo overheard Matty ask as he paced his home studio with the door only halfway closed.

“I reckon we could postpone at least….”

She peered in. He was on FaceTime with George.

“Maybe we discuss this with….everyone, including Jamie, in the room. That way we’ll have a better idea.” George suggested. “Do they all know already?”

“Ross does. Hann didn’t answer so I left him a vague and cryptic message.” Matty paused the back and forth, finally settling in his desk chair. “Fuck! I’ve got to call mom! And dad!”

Those words were Jo’s last straw. She rushed into the room, snatching the phone out of his hand. “You will do no such thing!” She looked down at George through the screen. “Hey, George.”

“Hey, mate. Congrats on the baby!”

She was surprised by the new rush of excitement that hearing his congratulations had brought her. It was the first outside acknowledge of her motherhood. “Thank you!” She squealed, then, glancing at Matty, recalled the reason she’d barreled in here. “We’re not telling your parents. I can’t fuckin believe you’ve told the boys already!” She sighed. “Sorry, George.”

“No worries. I kinda can’t believe it either, if I’m honest.”

Matty frowned, leaning forward “why not?!”

“You’re meant to wait! Until after the first trimester!”

“Yeah, I know that, but why?”

Jo had began to speak, but George unknowingly cut her off

“Well- it’s usually when the risk of miscarriage is lower stuff…” he said matter-of-factly, recovering a weird look from Matty through the camera. “What? We went over this with Adam and Carly. Don’t you remember? You never pay attention to anything….”

Jo smiled, sitting in Matty’s lap so that they’re both in the FaceTime camera frame. “Sorry to interrupt your call but I think Matty and I need to have a little chat before….whatever this is goes any further.”

George nodded. “Understood. Hey, Matty, listen….in terms of the band stuff…whatever you decide to do is fine, honestly. Just let us know what you need. If you don’t wanna tour, we’ll sort it out.” Matty nodded, and waved goodbye, a silent cue that he was hanging up.

“What’s this I hear about you not wanting to tour?” Joe spoke as soon as she was certain that Matty had put his phone away.

“Jo, you’re pregnant!”

“I’m aware.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “I can’t just- get on a plane and fuck off to another country. New city every other day. No idea when I’ll be home again.”

He watched her face scrunch into a puzzled expression.

“Why not?”

His jaw dropped, shaking his head in disbelief. “Im not gonna miss all the doctors appointments and the- morning sickness and the- everything!

Jo was touched by his determination, not that she ever doubted that he would be anything less than all in. Still; seeing it written all over his face was overwhelming. “Matty-“

“No! He stomped his foot as he spoke. “I’m going to be a dad, now. I’ve got to- to rearrange my priorities. I’m not going to just leave you. No way. Alright?”

“Honey, don’t you think it’s a bit too early to be make decisions like this?” Her eyes looked into his, so Matty didn’t notice when she reached for his hand, he flinched, initially, relaxing to her touch slowly.

He took a deep breath, attempting to slow down his racing heart. “I- I would just- like to know what my options are. If…canceling tour is possible, or if, pushing it back a few weeks might be an alternative. I think….the sooner that I have all the information, the better for baby.”

“For- b-baby?” Jo’s lips involuntarily curled into a smile as she repeated his words.

“Mhm. Baby. As in….our child. Sophia if it’s a girl. Aiden if it’s a boy.”

Jo chuckled, heartily. “Sophia? Aiden? What the fuck, Matty?! We’ve only known about… ‘baby’ for like a few hours. You’ve already named it?”

“Jo, I’ve been naming our children since our first date.”

She rolled her eyes. “That kind of talk doesn’t work on me. I know all of your tricks.”

“And I still knocked you up! Ha! I win!”

Jo ran her hand through his hair. “Seriously, though, Matty. We are not naming our child ‘Aiden.’”

He looked at her with big sad eyes, “No Aiden? You don’t like it?”

“I hate it.”

Matty ducked his head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Fine. His name isn’t Aiden. No weird, artsy French names, though, okay?”

“Really?” She pouted, “but I’ve always dreamed of naming my baby boy Jacques.”

“No, you haven’t” Matty saw through her lie instantly.

She laughed, silently, her body shaking with his arms wrapped around her.

“See, Jo? I know all of your tricks, too.”

***

Jo’s arm felt around in the dark attempting to wrap her arms around her sleeping boyfriend. Instead, she was met with the cold bedding where Matty normally slept.

Half asleep, she turned the bedside light on and saw that matty wasn’t in bed.

Instead, she found him downstairs, in the middle of the hallway, standing on top of a ladder, with a screwdriver in his hand.

“Jesus fuckin Christ, Matty, it’s 2 in the morning!” Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the light.

“Oh” he spared her a quick glance, “hey, Jo.”

“‘Hey, Jo’ ? Really? Matty what on earth are you doing up there!”

“Smoke detectors.” He mumbled “first step of baby-proofing is smoke and carbon monoxide detectors.”

Jo exhaled, it was too late into the night for this conversation and she was tired. “And you’re…doing what exactly?”

“Checking to see if we have that.”

“Matty, this house is worth millions of dollars, I’m sure it’s got the right kind of smoke detectors.”

Matty shrugged, screwing the tip of the screwdriver into the nail. “I don’t know that for certain. I never thought about a child living here when I signed the stuff that got installed in here. I’m sure I thought ‘I’m never in here long enough to be poisoned by carbon monoxide anyway.’ So….”

“My love? Listen-“

“Think I’m gonna have to cancel tour.” He announced. “Postponing my flight isn’t enough. There’s no way I’m going to be finished baby-proofing before rehearasals week is over.”

Jo grabbed a hold of Matty’s leg, tugging on his joggers. “Matty- that’s it - that’s enough. Get down here. You’ve gone over to the crazy side. I need you to step down from there and come talk to me. Please.”

***

Jo brought over two mugs of chamomile tea, handling one to Matty before taking a seat next to him. “Drink it. It’ll help.”

“Thanks, darlin.” He kissed her.

She watched him blow on his drink for a moment, and take his first sip. “Matty, what’s going on with you? Why aren’t we both in bed right now?”

He looked down at his reflection in the tea, avoiding her eyes. “Just couldn’t sleep. So I figured I’d get started on some things. It’s a big deal, Jo.”

“Matty, you don’t have to do it all overnight, you get that, right? The baby isn’t even a baby right now. It’s a tiny cluster of cells! It takes 9 months for it to grow.”

“And I’d be gone for 9 months!” Matty raised his voice for the first time since Jo has met him. “Tour is 18 months at a time. So that’s enough time for a while fuckin human being to be made, and to almost turn a year old! If I can’t leave you knowing that you’re safe and prepared, then im not fuckin leaving! It’s not that hard to understand.”

She set her beverage down, placing her hands on his shoulders instead.

“You know I called some accountants today?”

“Oh?”

“To see about….a will.”

“Jesus fuckin- that’s morbid, Matty!”

“What? I’m just….being practical. If anything should happen to me. I- I want my kid — and you— to be all sorted….anyway, they- they said things would be a lot easier if we had a marriage certificate or whatever.”

Jo withdrew her hands, frowning. “I swear to god, Matthew, if this is your way or fuckin proposing-“

Matty giggled. “No, no! Cmon! I’m insane but I’m not THAT insane. I wouldn’t just…do it like that. I’m just saying….i do wish that our child could’ve been born into a marriage. You know?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It- doesn’t. Not really. Just- would feel more certain.”

She smiled, finally understanding. “I forget that you’re actually a tightly wound ball of anxiety sometimes.”

Matty chuckled.

“Very well, then. Let’s do it.”

“Do what?” He turned around to look at her.

“Get married. Right now. Let’s do it.”

“Right now? Jo- it’s the middle of the night, darling.”

“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “But we can still do it. Between us! The paperwork and the marriage liscence and all that is just legal bureaucracy. You’re rich. Your parents are rich. Baby will be fine with that stuff. So, that stuff aside….what is marriage if not a set of promises that we promise to keep together?”

Matty’s lips parted, but he had nothing to say. He remained speechless, eyes glued to her face.

“So, let’s make each other promises right now. You and me….and the baby. Let’s get married.”

“R-really?”

Jo giggled. “Yeah, if…if saying a promise will make it feel more certain, more forever….if it’ll get you to shut up and go to bed, then why not?”

Matty smiled, wide. “Okay, let’s fuckin do it! Baby and wedding in one day. I’m really doing it all, huh?”

***

She held his hands in hers, their fingers intertwined. “Who’s gonna go first?” She asked.

“Oh! I’ve got one!” Matty said, “I- promise….to learn how to check smoke detectors cuz….if I’m being honest I…had no idea what I was doing up there. I was just gonna crack it open and see if there was a YouTube tutorial that would explain it to me.”

Jo laughed, dramatically. Her head landing in Matty’ lap for a moment.

“Okay….umm…I promise to love you, even when you’re doing insane shit like looking up tutorials of essential safety measures at 3 in the morning.”

Matty brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. “I promise to talk to you first. Before I go off cracking open smoke detectors. I know- I know I tend to- go a bit insane without really saying anything. But we can’t have that. I’ll- be better about it. Promise.”

“I promise to give you grace and be more patient when you inevitably lose it again and start acting like a lunatic. I know you do it out of love. And it’s cute. So, I should just…go easier on you”

“It’s cute, you say?” Matty wriggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, stop that. You’ve already got me pregnant. You know I think you’re cute.”

Matty was surprised to feel himself blush. He laughed, softly, his head thrown back. Then, he straightened his back, looking serious all of the sudden. “I promise to teach our child how to love you right by setting an example for them every single day.”

“I promise to love you second most. Right after our child, of course.”

“I….find that a fair arrangement. May I kiss the bride now?”

Jo beamed at him. “Fuck yeah, you may.”

“I love you, Josephine.”

“I love you, too, Matthew.”

[watermelonsugacry]

wait a second what the heck did 1d member!yn wear to the met gala? i feel like she probably went before harry hosted and was probably in ari’s dress for the heavenly bodies themed one and when she went with harry she was just the embodiment of camp i just know it

2018 - Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination

"Oh-oh my gosh it's freakin' YN YLN," Liza Koshy grunts excitedly at the sight of the former One Direction star walking up the carpeted steps. "Nothing can drag her down, she looks so amazing. You look absolutely beautiful!" Liza Koshy gushes as YN walks up to her first interview section of the night.

"'fank you! You look gorgeous, babe," She compliments back as she adjusts herself to show off her beautiful gown.

"The angels above are singing right now and you're a singing angel yourself. And how fitting that your album is titled Only Angel because you certainly are one tonight," YN grips onto Liza's hand and scrunches up her nose as she giggles at how many compliments the young woman is throwing out at her.

"Stop, please don't make me laugh, I can't breathe in this corset," The two women laugh and YN has to put a hand on her tummy to help control her breathing.

"You look fantastic, girl. Please tell us about your look."

"So I'm wearing Vera Wang tonight. It is the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It's the last judgment scene where Christ decides who goes to Heaven and who goes to Hell."

"This is your first Met Gala, how are you feeling tonight?" Liza gives a warm smile.

"I feel amazing. I feel excited. I can't really believe that I'm here. I feel like m'at a very expensive prom," YN smiles brightly as she looks around at all the well-dressed guests.

"Will you save me a dance later then?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"And lastly, do you have anything you want to confess?" The interviewer humorously wiggles her eyebrows.

"Umm, I feel like I have to pee a little bit. M'kinda hungry, to be honest," YN lists with a laugh, the woman next to her following suit.

"Well, if you need help in the bathroom with all that dress you let me know. Girl, I got you," The pop star thanks her over a laugh. "Well you look phenomenal," Liza shakes her head in disbelief one more time. "Have a good night tonight."

"You as well. I'll see yeh on the dance floor!" YN calls over her shoulder with a wave of her hand as she's escorted away.

2019 - Camp: Notes on Fashion

"...baby you light up the Met like nobody else. How are you doing, Mister Harry Styles?"

After some initial questions, Liza asks the tongue twister question, "You are a style icon for so many, who's Harry Styles's style icon?"

"Erm, this lovely lady over here," Harry smiles warmly once he sees the woman in question make her way up the pink stars. He's quickly going over to her, taking her hand in his and helping her up the rest of the way.

"Ms. YN YLN! Oh my gosh!"

"Liza! How are yeh, babe?" YN giddily shuffles her way over to give the fun interviewer a hug the best she can over her outfit.

"I'm good, I'm good. I'm like a hummingbird perched on a flower bush!" Liza makes a bird cooing sound and it makes the couple laugh. "You look so stunning. Please tell me about your look."

"So I'm wearing Gucci today and this piece is called The Girl In Bloom. It was designed and made by my good friend, Emma Evans who has been me stylist since I first started my career."

"Please tell me, how does this outfit speak to you and to Camp?"

"Well, I think Camp is about being genuine and being yourself," YN nods her head, her gloved-covered hands moving in front of her as she speaks. "I'm sharing some of my story through this piece in how I grew up in the music industry: on a personal level, a musical level, and so on. So I started in this industry as a young girl and now I'm blossoming into something more. Fashion is supposed to be fun and expressive and I think this outfit showcases that for me tonight."

While YN explains her outfit, the camera picks up the way he's fondly smiling at his secret girlfriend. He's in awe at her words and how she chooses to express herself. It's a bit surreal that both of them are in attendance tonight, a very public and well-known event where they are free to hang out, talk about fashion and just have a good time. It's a proud moment for the both of them for sure.

"Ooo m'am you have such a way with words you sound so majestic," Liza playfully fans herself. "So we all know that the two of you are very familiar with one another-"

"This guy? I just met this bloke tonight," YN jokes and it makes Harry tilts his chin down to his chest as he chuckles. "I thought he was only helping me up the steps. I dunno know this guy at all."

She gives his wrist a squeeze with a cheeky smile and Harry doesn't think twice about placing his hand protectively on the bottom of her back--a part in the video that fans keep replaying over and over again.

"Yeah, I don't know either. Who is this guy?" Liza dramatically teases. "With both of you two here tonight, how excited are you guys to be here?"

"I feel very excited," Harry starts and looks at his former band member with a fond smile. "Events like this seem like a once in a lifetime opportunity so it's nice to be here with a friend."

"Alright guys, have a great rest of your night!"

"You as well, thank you," And with that, Harry extends an arm for YN to grab onto as they walk inside the grand hall.

When Liza turns back to the camera, she suddenly sucks in a dramatic breath, " I feel like I can breathe again."

The After Party:

After playing host for the majority of the night and being released from his Co-Chair duties, Harry takes YN up to the DJ platform to have some much-needed fun.

The short video clip of the three of them up there shows the fans how hammered the two of them have gotten.

As Mark Ronson remixes Rolling In The Deep, YN and Harry dance behind him. While gripping onto each others hands, they sway themselves to the rhythm of the music. She sways her hips with her eyes closed and when Harry lets her go, the back of her hands brush up along the nape of her neck, up the side of her face and in the air.

When Mark switches it up to The 900 Number, the two friends look at each other with wide eyes and excited smiles.

Harry reaches out to grip her shoulders as he drunkenly yells to her over the loud music, "Oh, fuck!" All the while, YN's face scrunches up in a tipsy giggle and she grips onto his forearms.

The video clip ends as Harry tugs her closer to him, throwing an arm around the tops of her shoulders as they turn their backs to the camera.

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Vogue Beauty Secrets

summary: harry shares his beauty secrets with vogue but he needs a little help

"Hi, I'm Harry, and today I'm going to be sharing my beauty secrets with all of you lovely, lovely people."

He was a bit nervous to be filming a video like this. Normally there were more people around, but now it was just him, his camera, and a bathroom mirror, and the long line of products you set up for him before you left the house. Harry didn't use to have much in terms of a routine, not enough to film this kind of video, anyway. But after a few months of just knowing you, he had enough products to fill up all the shelves in his bathroom.

"Um, so I start with this. I have dry skin from traveling all the time, and my girlfriend says it's good for dry skin, so," he said with a shrug, holding up his cleanser for the camera, pumping a little into his hand, and rubbing it into his skin.

Harry tried to talk while washing his face, but he got some of the cleansing foam in his mouth and immediately had to stop the recording so he could spit it out and rinse his mouth. Terribly embarrassed, he took a couple seconds to collect himself before turning the recording back on.

"Next I use a toner, also picked out for me by my girlfriend. It has, erm, salicylic acid and is an exfoliator. Whoa, try saying that five times fast."

He put it on, looking down at the small list of prompts he'd been given to talk as he filmed the video. Minus the cleanser mishap, things went pretty smooth. Harry went over all the things he used, and when he got to his Pleasing products, he talked in-depth about the brand—why he decided to create the brand in the first place, what the two different serums and the Pleasing Pen did, and why he came out with those first.

"All of this is supposed to give me a 'glow from within,' as promised by my missus, but I'll let you decide," Harry said, moving his face from side to side so the bathroom lights would catch on his cheekbones.

When he finished his skincare, it was time to move onto makeup, which made him pause. It technically wasn't a lot, and he could definitely do it himself, but he'd become so accustomed to you doing it, he didn't like it any other way.

"Excuse me one moment," he said, then pulled out his phone and dialed your number, putting it on speaker.

"Hi, baby. Finished already?" you asked, picking up after the first couple rings.

"Uh...No. I need your help," Harry admitted, turning slightly away from the camera when he felt his cheeks heat up.

"H, I told you I didn't—"

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Pleaseee."

Harry kept saying please until you eventually relented. "Fine, I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Thank you. I love you so very much."

"Love you too. See you in a bit."

Stopping the recording, he waited for you to come back home. You'd stepped out to run some errands—re-stocking your personal and professional kit, getting groceries for dinner later tonight.

Instead of doing those things, you drove home. Walking up the stairs, you walked into yours and Harry's shared bedroom, knocking on the door of the bathroom before opening it. You found Harry leaning over and starting the recording up again.

"Just in time!" he said, grinning at you as he sat back down again.

He tugged on your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting, but you stayed just out of the camera frame. Still, he brought your hand up and kissed the top of it, grinning wide when he saw the corners of your lips turn up.

"Okay, where did you leave off?" you asked, going over to the sink to wash your hands.

"I just need moisturizer and sunscreen and I'm good to go."

You looked at him from behind the camera, but he just continued to smile at you. Harry was more than capable of applying that stuff himself, but he preferred when you did it for him. Making your way back over to him, you picked up his moisturizer and got started.

"So, I know most people like to use primer before makeup, but since H doesn't wear very much, I typically just use a good moisturizer. This one is the Embryolisse face cream, and I get a good amount on my fingertips and really work it in. I should mention that this is definitely a one person job, but he's a diva, so here we are."

Harry had been smiling faintly with his eyes closed as you massaged his face up until that point. "Hey."

Pretending like you heard nothing, you continued. "After that, I put on sunscreen, and I typically don't use anything under SPF 30. And once that's all rubbed in, he's ready for a little makeup."

You smoothed his hair back a little as you finished blending everything in, massaging around his temples the way you knew he liked a little extra attention, and almost as if on cue, he mumbled, "Feels nice."

You gave him a couple more seconds to enjoy the pads of your fingers against his temples, but you eventually had to move on, worried that this video could go on forever.

"Okay, so H has some small dark circles that he likes covered up when he's on stage, but they're usually not severe enough to warrant color corrector, so I just go in with a little bit of the Nars pot concealer right here," you said, tapping it under his eyes. "And if he's got a couple breakouts, I'll cover those up to, but I must say, you're looking quite flawless today."

The corner of his mouth tipped up into a crooked little grin. "It's all thanks to you."

Harry was a very charming person by nature, but there had to be something in the air, because he was being extra sweet with you today. It was too cute to make note of, though, so you just smiled at him and told him to blend in his concealer while you cleaned up a little.

When he was all done, you picked up the next item. "Sometimes if he's looking a little pale, I'll put on just the tiniest bit of cream bronzer. Nothing too intense, but just enough to bring some color to the face, and I put it on his cheeks here, his temples, and a little by his hairline. Anywhere the sun would normally hit the face, and I blend that in with a sponge."

You worked and explained, trying to ignore the dreamy look in Harry's eyes as he watched you so you could focus. "Like it so far?"

"Mmhm. Positively sunkissed."

"

Blending a little more with your sponge, you said, "He's pretty easy as far as clients go, very low maintenance. But he loves being taken care of. Face rollers and masks after a show are a must to help him wind down."

He said it so quietly, but the camera's microphone was just able to pick it up. "Best part of my night is getting ready for bed with you."

You held in the urge to kiss him, but it wasn't easy. Obviously, people knew Harry Styles had a girlfriend, but you kept a low profile and weren't often photographed with him in order to maintain a small modicum of anonymity. It had worked so far, though you wondered if after this video one of his fans would be able to track you down with just your voice and hands.

Shaking those thoughts away, you focused on the video again. "And then to wrap it up, he wears a lip balm, and since he's a bougie bitch, he goes for the Tatcha lip jelly, but I won't hold that against him because it's really great lip product."

"I feel as though I should point out that she's not usually this feisty. She's putting on a show for the camera," Harry said, a mocking frown on his face.

He let you put his lip balm on for him, puckering his lips so he could give you a tiny kiss on the tip of your finger, which made you very thankful that you couldn't be seen on camera because you were now a blushy mess. Once he was all set, you continued.

"I normally don't set H's face with any powders or anything because he doesn't really need it. The most I'll do is remind him to put this on throughout the day. It's a mineral powder with SPF in it, which should keep his skin from burning throughout the day. And...that's pretty much it. Pretty simple, but very effective."

"I look ready for date night," he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah? I'd say you look quite handsome too. I'd definitely take you out on a date."

With the pads of your fingers, you gingerly tilted his chin from side to side so that the camera could see the finished result. Harry kept going after you let go, though, holding his chin in his hands and posing while you put some of his things away.

"It is quite minimal," he said, agreeing with your previous statement. "Should've asked her to do this instead. My girl's an artist."

You smiled to yourself, half listening to Harry as you cleaned up. "You know, I didn't know much about makeup until I met her. And then suddenly I knew everything. Like, there was this one time where she was watching this movie, and she freaked out because a guy took off a girl's fake eye lashes. Now I know never to touch a woman's false lashes lest I want my hand cut off."

You'd been letting your boyfriend ramble to the camera about this and that, clearly not as nervous about the whole thing as he had been when you left him earlier today. And while you'd been trying not to laugh too loud, you couldn't hold it in after his last anecdote. It wasn't so much the story itself, but the way he described his feelings about it at the end.

The story was true, of course. Harry had been downstairs on the phone while you watched a movie in his bed. You'd already written it off as a terrible film after the first ten minutes, but you decided to see it through, only to gasp in horror when you saw the leading man remove the leading lady's false lashes.

You came back over to him, still laughing but trying to get ahold of yourself. "That's true, you're definitely right about that, but...you know I don't use those right? I have eyelash extensions."

Harry, who had been laughing right along with you, sobered up pretty quickly. "You have what?"

Smiling at his utter confusion, you said, "Baby, how long have we been together? I've never taken them off. Their extensions. Like hair extensions...but for eyelashes."

You were not blessed in the long, voluminous lash department and had started getting lash extensions years ago, long before you met Harry. Granted, they were very natural looking, but he'd watched you put your makeup on hundreds of times, and not once had you stuck on a pair of fake lashes.

"This...This is madness. Come here." Harry stood up from his seat and held your face in his hands so he could get a better look. You were practically nose to nose, but he just kept looking at you very intensely. What he was trying to see, you weren't sure. You had a very excellent lash tech.

"Witchcraft," he mumbled. Moving so he was in front of the camera again, he said, "My girlfriend's a witch."

You shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you dork!"

You left him shortly after that, but not before he pulled you back over to him so he could kiss your cheek. "Love you!" he called.

"Love you too," you replied over your shoulder. And with that, you left him to finish the video.

Harry did the outro, eager to go now that he knew you were waiting for him. With a final wave he signed off. "Thank you for watching me share my beauty secrets, though it was really just me being pampered by my girlfriend. But what can I say, I'd be lost without her."

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I’ve got one more request in my brain and then I’ll stop for a while…maybe

So this one is an solo? I.H.A where y/n is doing stand up! Halfway through Jax is egging on reader and going “boo get off the stage” which causes y/n to stop and rail into Jax in the vein of “that’s why yo mama dead” this goes on for 10 minuets, everyone shocked and Caine’s jaw in the earth. Then y/n drops the mic and walks off. If it’s possible could I also add the others reaction to this? Thanks! ❤️❤️ ps your writing is great

Stand up Comedy where you get back at a rude audience member

wasnt too sure what to name this since its not exactly a shipping thing, maybe, i think... i dunno!! this post may be a little short, may not be, we shall see! erm!! warning i do not have good humor i think, like i am unfunny finally getting to requests for today; took me a little longer than usual since i went out to go get some breakfast and i threw together some dough for cinnamon rolls today also gentle reminder ! currently requests are closed so i can catch up on my inbox and take a short break! i dont have a set time for them to open again, but i aim to reopen in a few days! any new requests sent in will be void; its nothing against you my inbox is just flooded rn and i need to empty it out </3

caine thought it would be a good idea for you guys to do a little comedy night; be it for bonding or for entertainment you werent sure

however throughout the night, jax was calling out to whoever was on stage and trying to either steal their show or simply being mean

so far, pomni had gone (who froze up on stage the second the lights were on her), gangle (poor girl was bullied off stage by jax), kinger (who just rambled about cool bug facts)

needless to say so far the night was a bit of a disaster

currently, zooble was up on stage, not even making an attempt to do jokes. any jokes they did make were a bit on the darker side; and of course, jax was loudly cutting in

"you know what? <> this!" zooble drops the prop mic and storms off the stage, the air being a tense afterwards

you feel caine nudging your side, alerting you that you were up next

you internally sighed, you really didnt want to do this, in fact it seemed like just about everyone didnt want to do this

jax immediately started on his bullshit before you even had a chance to open your mouth, already booing. from on the stage you could see ragatha giving him a look

you tried to begin again, before jax made a comment on how quiet you were

"oh course you'd know about sound, seriously have you seen how big your feet are? you slap the floor instead of stomping"

silence

zooble lets out a choked laugh, and you can see caine jerk forward as he tried to contain a surprised laugh

jax narrows his eyes, and he opened he mouth

"hang on wait when was the last time you brushed your teeth? i mean come on man, youre teeth are yellow. maybe the reason no ones been laughing is because theyre choking from how bad your breath smells"

gangle holds her hands over her mouth, seemingly in shock. kingers eyes darted between you and jax, and pomni held a similar expression to gangle... jax, of course, was fuming, trying to rattle off a come back, ultimately failing and stammering that his teeth are meant to be that color

you had to admit, it was odd seeing jax finally being knocked down a peg, but it was satisfying in its own way

you kind of ragged on him for another minute before seeing yourself off stage

the entire room was silent

caine pulled his lower jaw off the floor, and regained himself, before letting jax know it was his turn up next

tonight was going to be a long night...

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Sullyoon - Cheating

After a long day at work, Y/n was looking forward to come home and make love to Hyewon after a week of busy schedule for them both.

Tonight was the day where he planned to fuck her the whole night and have his fill with her.

After coming home, he took a shower and prepared dinner. Making sure that they would both have energy for what they are about to do that night.

Soon, the door opened and he excitedly came to the door to greet Hyewon but was surprised that he saw Hyewon and another woman.

"Hey babe, erm.... who is this?" He asked. The woman looks very familiar but he couldn't figure it out quick enough.

"Let me introduce you to her. She's Sullyoon. She's our new neighbour, she just entered university and moved in today." Hyewon informed.

"Oh... welcome." Y/n greeted.

Hyewon see the food on the table and asked Sullyoon to join them for dinner. After a dinner which the ladies had a nice conversation but it was a long wait for Y/n.

He couldn't wait to fuck Hyewon, he is waiting and he needs it.

After they had finished dinner, he sees Hyewon and Sullyoon having a long conversation, he calls her into the room and starts kissing her immediately as soon as they got into the room.

Hyewon got angry and loudly whisper, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Honey, it's been long time since we had sex... come on now, let's do it now." Y/n says as he touches her.

Hyewon got angry and shouted at him. "Sullyoon is in our house right now and all you think about is sex!?!?" She pushed him away and got out of the room.

Where Sullyoon was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to come back. Hyewon tries to reset her emotions and angry face and comes smiling to Sullyoon.

Hyewon sits back down with Sullyoon on the couch and continues talking with her.

Y/n lies down on the bed and is frustrated but decides to shower and wait for Hyewon to come.

After a long wait, Hyewon comes back into the room and looks at Y/n who is almost falling asleep due to how long he is waiting for them to finish the conversation.

He sees Hyewon lying down on the bed with him and he tries to jump on her, however was met with lack of enthusiasm.

"What are you doing?" Hyewon asked as Y/n kisses her neck and tries to strip her.

"Come on... let's have sex. It's been so long! I need it!!! It will be nice, don't worry. you will be wanting more soon." Y/n tries to persuade her.

Hyewon pushes him off, "Y/n... I'm really tired tonight after the long conversation. I just don't have the mood for it..." sitting up and looking at Y/n.

"Can I at least have a blowjob?" Y/n asked.

Hyewon then took off his pants and slowly pull out his cock out of his underwear. She then put his dick into his mouth, sucking it strongly.

Most of the time, the blowjobs given by Hyewon was good but this time, Y/n didn't feel the pleasure at all... it was more as if Hyewon just wanted this to finish quickly.

After awhile Y/n still couldn't put himself into cumming and sighed. "Hyewon, it's enough. I won't force you if you don't really want to do it."

Hyewon then got up and looks at Y/n, who was looking sad and frustrated. "Oppa... don't be angry, maybe tomorrow we will do it okay?" Hyewon, feeling bad, tries to comfort him and make him feel better.

"I'm going to the gym to do some work out and release some stress. Have a good sleep." Y/n says and got up.

Y/n then went to the gym below their residence and tries to do work out to vent out his frustrations. Then he sees Sullyoon in her long sleeve crop top hoodie and yoga pants in the gym too.

Luckily the gym is mostly empty as no one would be in the gym this late at night. He could see Sullyoon running on the treadmill and the yoga pants complimenting her nice round ass while it bounces up and down.

Y/n starts doing his exercises sloppily as he focuses on watching Sullyoon running, he sees her sweating and was able to see her beautiful white and tender-looking skin.

A bulge starts forming in Y/n's pants as he continues to watch Sullyoon doing her exercise and most importantly, her ass grabbing his attention.

Soon, Sullyoon stops for a breather and sees Y/n, who she walks towards. This got Y/n being anxious, was she about to confront him for staring at her?

"Hi! You are Hyewon's husband right. We met earlier on in your house." Sullyoon said, putting out her hand for a handshake.

Y/n shook her hand and could feel her smooth hand, it was so nice. He imagined it would be nice to have her give him a handjob.

"You go to the gym often?" Sullyoon asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes... I do go to the gym often." Y/n admitted.

"I will be going soon after doing some more running." Sullyoon said and walked away, continue to do some jogging before increasing up the pace.

Y/n made use of this opportunity to take some pictures of her ass and body before running into the locker room and upon seeing there was not a single soul, he laid down on the bench and started masturbating to her pictures.

Seeing how her ass is so firm and looks so sexy, he starts increasing his pace, stroking his dick harder and faster, imagining himself fucking Sullyoon, being able to grab her ass and body.

Suddenly the door opened, it was Sullyoon! She was shocked to see him stroking his cock, she stood there looking at him.

Y/n was surprised too but he continued and his cum burst out of his dick and he dropped his phone, exposing pictures that he took of Sullyoon.

"I came to take my belongings in the locker..." Sullyoon explained as she went to a locker and took her stuff.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to take pictures of you... I will delete it." Y/n said, face blushing red due to embarrassment.

After Sullyoon left, he clean up his mess that he did.

Days past, but Y/n and Hyewon did not get to have sex, even sometimes getting into arguments as Hyewon was tired and simply want to sleep once she got home. However he was always happy to see Sullyoon working out at the gym, despite them not talking and it being awkward between the two of them.

One day, Hyewon brought home some cake. "What's the occasion today?" Y/n asked, hugging Hyewon from the back as she is unpacking his stuff.

"Can we do it today? Let's have sex... I really have the mood today. I can do it whole night with you." He pokes his dick through his pants to Hyewon's ass.

"Let me have a rest first okay? Let me sleep for awhile and we can do it?" Hyewon suggested.

It was a sign that Hyewon didn't want to do it and she suggested it to waste time and they would end up sleeping until the next day.

How could a man last with no sex especially with such a beautiful woman with stunning figure as his wife.

"Can you help me deliver this cake to Sullyoon? She stays at (floor and unit number)." Hyewon asked, with cute eyes and touching him.

"Fine..."

Soon Y/n arrived at Sullyoon's house and knocked on the door and was greeted by Sullyoon in her workout outfit, he was happy to see her in her yoga pants.

"Hi..." Sullyoon said.

"Hi... erm my wife told me to give you this." Y/n said.

"You can put it on the table for me." Sullyoon said, opening the door for him. Y/n entered the house and put down the cake on the table.

Sullyoon got close and started taking pictures of the cake while Y/n stood behind her and admired her figure and ass. Sullyoon is a petite girl with beautiful features.

He started having a hard-on and imagined what would it be if he were to fuck her.

Sullyoon then slowly walk back to get a better picture, accidentally allowing Y/n's boner to poke her.

Sullyoon gasped, and stood up straight.

Trying to save the atmosphere, Sullyoon asked, "how are things between you and Hyewon?"

This shocked Y/n, then Sullyoon immediately added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything, it's just that I remembered you guys argued about sex when I last went into your house."

"It's okay, It's been a long time since I had sex with Hyewon. Also, I'm sorry that I took pictures of you and you caught me..... it's just that I have needs and no one could take care of it." Y/n said, looking down.

Sullyoon then got closer and put her hands on his shoulder. "Why not... let me take care of your needs..." She then tip-toed and kiss him before slowing kneeling down and pulling down his pants and underwear, allowing his erection to come out.

"I have sometimes thought about the time when I caught with your cock out in the gym locker room..." Sullyoon said before sucking his cock.

Sullyoon was inexperienced but she wanted to make Y/n feel good. Y/n sees her head bobbing up and down, he is enjoying this blowjob and wants this to last.

Soon he cums, Sullyoon smiled at him with her mouth full and she swallowed it. "Was it good?" Sullyoon asked, smiling seductively at him.

Y/n nodded as he caress her butt by putting his hands into her yoga pants and panties. "I have always fantasied about your ass, I imagine it would be so good to touch this." Y/n confessed.

"How is it now that you touch and felt my butt?" Sullyoon asked.

"It is amazing." Y/n admitted.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Sullyoon asked.

"I can't cheat on Hyewon..." Y/n said, hesitating.

"Just don't cum in me.... it would be fine..." Sullyoon said, trying to convince him.

Sullyoon then took of her clothes, exposing her naked body to him. Then Y/n took off his clothes and starts kissing her passionately and caress her body. Feeling every inch of her body, as they both kissed.

Soon, Sullyoon led him to the bedroom where she laid on the bed and asking him to fuck her missionary style.

Y/n starts fucking her, ramming his cock into her pussy and sucks her breast before sucking on her shoulders as he focused on thrusting his dick in her. Sullyoon was enjoying this and felt held on to his hair as Y/n continued to fuck her.

Soon, Y/n says, "I'm going to cum! I need to pull out soon!"

"Abit more, Y/n!" Sullyoon urged him.

"But..." Y/n was worried.

"Come on! Just fuck me, daddy! Continue fucking me!" Sullyoon said.

At this moment, Y/n allowed his dick to do the thinking and he continued thrusting before he felt he was about to go over the edge.

"I need to pull out now!" Y/n softly shouted.

Sullyoon then wrapped her legs around his waist and denying him the chance to pull out. Then his cum burst out into her pussy.

Y/n then gasped, "Oh no..."

Sullyoon then pull him closer for a hug and kissed him, "that felt good... thank you."

'Oh no... what have I done...' Y/n thought to himself after what he had done.

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It's been a long time since I wrote smut, so have one now, btw don't let this affect your view on Sullyoon. I don't want anyone to think she is bad or anything. Since this is my first time writing a cheating smut(I think), I hope no one is offended by how I portrayed Sullyoon/Hyewon here.

[minigirl87]

Lavender & Mint with Steven Grant

Steven Grant & FReader

Edited by @melodygatesauthor

Again, I really want to give a big thanks to @melodygatesauthor for all her her help and for editing this work. Also, for her encouragement to do it. I highly recommend you read her stuff it's so good. ❤️

I love the smell of lavender as it's calming, and I use this shampoo. It's a tea tree one (I have psoriasis), and I thought of Steven just being soft and needing some love ❤️ plus I associate certain smells with people and feelings, yep, I'm weird. Lol. Please enjoy and feel free to reblog and give any feedback.

Summary:

Steven has a bad day at work, which leads you to one on the boy's secrets regarding you. Steven needs love as he's soft and sweet.

Word count: 622

No warnings, SFW, Pure Fluff, Comfort, Kissing.

Steven, love, you okay ?” You asked already, knowing the answer.

You received a text from him earlier, “Hiya love. I’m so sorry, will be home late tonight. Works a bloody nightmare. Love you. S xx”- Poor Steven, you thought again as you closed the flat door.

There’s no reply, but you know he’s home as the lights are on, and there’s music faintly playing in the background. You hang your jacket up next to his. You gently smile to yourself as your hand brushes against the soft fabric.

You follow the music and discover Steven’s having a shower. Instead of scaring him half to death, you leave him be and decide to make some tea. After putting the kettle on to boil, you go to feed Gus II, and while passing the tv, you switch it on, leaving it on the History channel.

You reach up for yours and Steven’s favourite mugs, avoiding knocking down Marc’s and Jake’s. As the kettle whistles, Steven pads softly into the kitchen wrapped in a towel and drying his unruly wet curls. “Hiya Love” he says, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. You feel him completely relax against you, as he let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“You OK Love?” You say turning to face him.

You take his handsome face in your hands and rub your thumb across his jaw. Steven nuzzles into your palm, apologising for the stubble there. You look into his tired, but still beautiful chocolate eyes.

“I love feeling it, I love feeling you, love”. You kiss him softly, and Steven whimpers as a tear rolls down his cheek.

“I will be love, it’s..., it’s just work today was bloody hectic. And Donna, we’ll you know how she is.” You can see Steven’s upset, and you grab him and hold him till he calms down in your arms.

“Love. I’m sorry you had this happen to you love, is there anything I can do for you?.”Steven’s quiet for a moment looking at you, then he boops your nose and smiles.

“ I... “ he goes quiet again, looking behind you. You assume he’s talking to Marc and Jake as his head nods. “ Sorry, love. We’re so lucky to have to have you.”

You smile “I love you all, so much.”

With a love-struck look on his face, you tell him to go get changed, and you’ll sort the tea.

“What about you love?” he asks walking away,

“I’ll pour the water and come get changed Love”

After your both changed and comfy on the small sofa. A documentary starts about Cleopatra.

Steven gets himself comfy cuddling into you. Your arms are around his shoulders as he plays with your fingers. You’re just about to kiss the top of his head when you smell something familiar.

“Steven did you use my shampoo?.”

Steven’s cheeks heat up “Erm ... sorry, love. I was hoping you would be back before I got home. But you weren’t and I was upset, and I wanted something to comfort me”

You kiss his head, giving him a squeeze “so is that why you all smell my hair then?”

He tilts his head up softly smiling “yes Love. The smell of lavender and mint always reminds us of you.”

Smiling to yourself, you both snuggle closer together. You mentally take note to buy more shampoo, now confirming your suspicions. Steven gives your hand a squeeze, bringing you back to reality. You squeeze Stevens' hand back and feel lucky to have not one but three hearts that love you. And you love them to the moon and back.

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Just a Volo and Sebastian moment that came to me 🤣🐍

Sebastian: *at the den flirting with him* You're looking real good today, Volo.

Marvolo: Excuse me?

Sebastian: I'm just saying you look nice *looks him and down*

Marvolo: ....Sallow.

Sebastian: Yeah?

Marvolo: Don't flirt with me.

Sebastian: (?!)

Marvolo: If you're after what I THINK you're after, you don't have to waste your time flirting with me..Just ask me what you clearly want.

Sebastian: .....

Marvolo: *raises a brow*

Sebastian: *suddenly goes meek* OK, well, what are you up to tonight?

Marvolo: *smirks* Nothing..

Sebastian: Can you erm..Can you fuck me?

Marvolo: *chuckles* Sure..

Sebastian: *trying not to act excited*

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