#i didn't know how to wrap this up so ignore the last sentence

[purecantarella]

Just a Bite

day 8 since kinktober started but i like to think better late than never AHAHHAHA and i can't be the only one who's imagined marking up any one of these women's skin 😭 anyway, so i hope yall enjoy this one!! day 8 : biting myoui mina x reader dislcaimer/s : incredibly suggestive. minors dni

Mina always considered herself to be a patient woman. Nothing in particular easily set her off. She knew how to take a joke. The Japanese woman all-together just knew how to handle herself and maintain an air of grace around her.

But you really were working her last nerve.

It's not that you intended to do that, and she fully knew that. But you had an odd and rather distracting tendency to bite down on her shoulder when you two are cuddling or standing beside one another. It was cute at first, but then it got increasingly hard for Mina to ignore how her heart would jump when you took a particularly hard nip that would leave her breathless.

She was able to mask it with a light giggle or pushing you off. But there were days when it was hard...much like tonight.

After the day she had, greeting fans, playing with her members, and performing, she was just glad she could come home to you. From the moment she walked in the door, you greeted her with your puppy-like charm and bright eyes.

A calm washes over her as she walks into your embrace. You prop your head atop hers while she nuzzles gently into your neck. You feel a her release a relaxed breath as her hold on your waist tightens.

You pull away, much to her dismay, to brush her hair out of her face, "Long day, Minari?" You ask only for her to nod and fall back into your arms. You silently listen as she talks about the highlights of the fanmeet that day, waddling backwards into the couch, setting her beside you.

The Japanese woman continues to ramble as you nuzzle yourself into her neck, savoring the moment as you could. Mindlessly, you begin leaving hair-light kisses over clothed shoulder, nodding every now and again to make sure she knew you were listening.

Mina is joking about something Momo and Dahyun had done that had the fans screaming when she felt it. Your teeth sank into the cloth of her shirt, down onto her skin. It sparked a jolt through her and she couldn't help the groan that fell past her lips, cutting her sentence off.

In a feeble attempt to brush it off, she cleared her throat before continuing her story. Hoping that you didn't hear it through your blissed out daze.

But you heard it.

Faint, but it echoed in your ears. You eased your teeth back into her porcelain skin and your ears perked up hearing the barely audible whimper fall from your girlfriend's lips. Unable to stop yourself, you smirk against her.

Lifting your head, you watch Mina immediately look away, a hot flush coloring her cheeks. You lean up and place a feather light kiss over her cheek. Allowing the contact to linger as you whisper, "And just what was that, Minari?"

Mina clears her throat and forces her eyes away, a nervous smile growing on her lips as you leaned in closer. As she tried to stand up, you grab her wrist while the other finds purchase on her waist. Forcing her onto your lap. She watches the glimmer of mischief shine in your ever darkening eyes.

"Y-Y/n—" Her shaky voice falls into a soft gasp as your lips wrapped around her earlobe, teeth grazing the skin there as you tug down playfully. Your grip on her wrist lets and your fingers trail up her arm. Finding the ends of her hair, you push it all behind her shoulder. Your falls to a hushed whisper, voice husky, "I didn't think my little actions had such extreme reactions in you, Minari."

Finding her voice, she says as firmly as she can, "I don't know what you're talking about, Y/n." The laugh that settles in your chest does nothing to soothe her nerves, it was dark as your head slowly ducked into the newly exposed skin of her neck, breath fanning the skin there. Boldly, you kiss above her pulse point, baring your teeth as you scrape down the column of her neck.

Knowing full well she would be unable to fight you off, she gives into the sigh that caught in her throat. Her hand runs through your hair, scratching gently. Silently telling you to continue.

Your hand trailed from the back of her neck to the front of her shirt ad you continue to bite and suck her neck. Slowly unbuttoning every button from its hole. One at a time, each time you left a small nip leaving her blushing. You pull away, her shirt fully open and exposing the white bralette, her toned stomach flexing as the hand that sat on her waist slipped their way towards the zipper of her jeans.

Pausing for a moment, you look into her eyes. Want oozing from the dark pools and you can't help yourself from leaning forward. Catching her lips between yours. The arms that had dangled on her sides through your onslaught wrapped around your neck as she deepened the kiss. As you pull away she tugs your lower lip between her teeth, hard enough to break the skin.

You groan before snapping out of your daze, chuckling darkly before lifting your thumb to brush off the blood. You kiss her jaw, then her neck, all the way down to her heat. Her eyes were liquid metal watching you with intent, her hands still knotted in your hair. Silently begging you for more.

You tilt your head curiously and teasingly to the side. Slowly, you're pulling the zipper of her pants down with a small smirk. "Something tells me you have something to say, Minari..." You trail off, waiting for her to verbalize what you knew she wanted you to do.

The bashful blush over her cheeks deepen before she says a shaky, "P-Please, Y/n..." You grin before slipping her pants and underwear off in one slick motion.

You wink before moving between her thighs, leaving light nips on your way up to her center. "Well, I suppose I could have a bite to eat, Minari."

The afternoon was filled with Mina's increasingly loud whining and you were left with a wildcard to use against your girlfriend even in the most public settings.

was that shitty towards the end? yes. will i edit it any further? not any time soon HAHAHAHAH i know its a little weak for my personal day 1 but i'll get back into the swing of it, i promise my lovelies!! anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all tomorrow!! keep safe and i love every single on of you 💗 - r

[short-yandere-stories]

okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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"Not Good Enough for Me?"

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

13 & 15 with David Please. ❤️ 💙

13. "It's only forever, love. Not long at all."

15. "You're my sun."

Thanks for requesting! I hope you'll like this!

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Outside, a heavy storm was raging over the small coastal town. Inside, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to keep the candles burning. Every time I lit a knew one, the other would be blown out by a new gust of wind. I sighed, dropping the matches onto the fountain edge. Today had been a bad day. They just happen sometimes. You wake up, and you just feel off. Or sad. And you can ignore it for a while, but in the end, sometimes that sadness wins and all you really need is just a big hug and some nice warmth.

I blamed it on the stress from the last couple of days. David had told me that his sire, Max, had found out about my existence and that he demanded that I'd change. Then there was the time limit Max had set. I had to be a half vampire before the end of the week, or else he'd kill me. I had to admit that it frightened me. Of course, I knew David would protect me if he could, but he couldn't go against his sire. And even though I considered myself in the future to be one of the undead, I always thought it would happen in the far future. When I'd gotten a bit older, wiser, a bit more me.

Apparently, today, the lack of working candles had been the final straw. I'd dropped the matches and closed my eyes with a heavy sigh. Warmth flooded me when I felt two strong arms wrap themselves around me.

"I got you, kitten."

I leaned against him, smiling softly as I breathed in his smell. I didn't know if it was his mere presence or him using some of his hypnosis to calm me down, but I slowly felt my stress lessen.

"You're back early."

"I figured you didn't want to be alone." He looked at me, sighing softly. "I know this isn't what you wanted."

I nodded. He looked at me with a serious expression.

"If you don't do this, he is going to force me to kill you."

"What?" I looked at him, disbelieve written all over my face. "He- that absolute fucking-"

David chuckled, using one of the matches I'd dumped on the fountain edge to lit his cigarette.

"I'd rather die than do that to you."

I froze, warmth flooding my cheeks. I swallowed, looking at him with a small smile. "You really mean that, don't you?"

He sat there, next to me, looking uncharacteristically soft. Then, as if he had trouble admitting it, he looked at me like I was his whole world. At that moment I realised that maybe I was. It felt nice, realising by a mere expression that he possibly loved me as much as I loved him.

"You're my sun." He said softly. I took his hand in mine, squeezing it softly.

"I want you to change me. I don't want to leave you, and I don't want you to be forced to do what he forces you to."

"Kitten, you-"

"It needs to happen, and I mean - it does scare me, terrifies me, actually. But I can't let you get hurt because I'm scared."

My voice was a little shaky when I ended my sentence, and if it wasn't for the tender kiss I'd received afterwards, I'm pretty sure I would have broken down crying. But he was here, and he cared. He cared so much that he was even idiotic enough to be willing to die for me. That fool, as if I could live without him.

"You won't be alone, when you turn. I'll be with you."

"Every step of the way, right?" I asked, remembering how he had promised me that shortly after we'd discussed me changing for the first time.

"Yes."

"I love you, David."

"I know."

I laughed, stealing his cigarette from him. "I think it would be nice, spending immortality together."

"Yeah? Why?" He asked, in a way that made clear to me that he agreed.

"Well," I smiled at him, "it's only forever, love."

"Not long at all," he said softly, taking his cigarette back. "We'll just have to make the most of it."

"As if that's hard," I teased, sighing contendly as I leaned against him.

[vulpisnocturna]

Prompt 16 with Itachi?!?

Sure!

Link to NSFW prompt list

16) reader is mad at Character, and is being very stubborn about it, ignoring them completely no matter what. Character has tried everything to make it up to them, and as a last resort, wraps their arms around reader and starts whispering dirty things to them in hopes of make up sex.

NSFW - Minors do not interact

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering

You had been ignoring Itachi's peace offerings for a full day now. During that time, he had offered you a massage, cleaned the whole house, apologised profusely and cooked your favourite food. But no matter what, you would not cave in. You were certain you were in the right, and you were not about to let him think it was trivial enough to be discarded if he didn't change his mind. No matter what he said, there was no excuse for following you on missions and calling your teammates "incompetent". Just because they were weaker than he was, just because he was protective of you, it did not mean he was allowed to stalk you through your missions and underestimate your abilities.

Right now, you were reading a book on the sofa, pretending not to notice him as he stood in the room looking at you like he was plotting something.

You tried to focus on the book, but his stare was practically burning through you. At some point, he ended up next to you on the sofa, and you ignored that, too.

His hand rested on your thigh, just below the hem of your shorts. You hated that you missed his touch so much you were already crumbling. His hand was cool and soft, nice in the summer heat.

Your brow furrowed as you read the same sentence again, not giving him any type of hint as to the fact that he was turning you on with that little. When you were mad, too.

He leaned a little closer to you, his lips brushing your throat, between your jaw and your ear, a spot he knew would always make you moan. Sly fox.

'I have been thinking how to make it up to you, my love' he murmured, pressing his lips against that little spot, making you squirm.

'You could make it up to me by telling me you'll stop following me on missions' you grumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. Itachi's fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts, edging closer and closer to your inner thigh.

'I cannot make promises I can't keep. But I really believe in your skills. Just let me care for you, my love. I want to make you happy- I want to hear those sweet whimpers you always make when my fingers brush against your clit. I know you would forgive me if I took care of you for a few hours. You're so tense, I would like to help you relax' he whispered, kissing your neck, parting your thighs a little. You let out a shaky breath, your clit pulsing with his words and the slow, seductive tone that seemed to make you dumb straightaway.

'You're the reason I'm tense, Itachi. You think that by talking dirty to me I'm going to magically forget why I'm mad?' you said, gripping your book and trying to focus on it.

In his defense, Itachi did not think that. He just believed he could make you much more willing to reach a compromise if he did this. He knew he held power over you when he started to talk dirty, because you always melted in his arms when he did that. There was something that you seemed to love about his voice, and Itachi was not against using underhanded methods to win you over. He had already tried everything else, he might as well try this too.

'You seem to forget quite a lot of things when I touch you, my love. Is that book so very interesting? You have been reading the same page for ten minutes now. Maybe you should put it down' he teased, cupping between your legs and pressing lightly with his fingers, smirking against the skin of your throat when your breath hitched and you let out a little whimper.

'It's riveting' you said stubbornly. Itachi had an idea to make you crumble.

'Read it to me as I suck your clit, pretty girl. Let me hear just how desperate your voice gets, let me hear the same sentence repeated three times because you just can't think anymore. Doesn't that sound better than being so stubborn?' he nipped at your lobe, lifting your shirt a little to slip his hand under your shorts and underwear.

He had been right to try this. You were positively soaked for him already. And you could not contain a moan.

'I wouldn't cave in' you said, voice oh so strained with how stubbornly you were trying not to moan for him. Itachi was winning. He was so accustomed to the feeling, he knew it in his bones.

'Oh? But you're already so wet for me, my love. Would you like me to push my fingers inside you and curl them just how you like? I know you'll moan so prettily for me if I do. And if I happened to take off these flimsy shorts and flick your clit with my tongue... I can assure you, you would cave in. No need to be so proud, I just want to make you cum on my tongue. And if you want, I'll fuck you after that' he continued, pushing his fingers inside and smirking smugly when your walls tightened around them.

'Oh? You like the sound of that? That's my good girl. Are you going to read the book to me and inevitably fail to keep your composure, or are you going to focus on me?' he asked, curling his fingers, his cock twitching in his trousers as you let out a whine.

'I'll read the book. Do your worst, Itachi' you said, covering your face with it. Itachi smiled triumphantly. It was a peace offering in his eyes, one disguised under the pretence of a challenge. And he knew he would win.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Cupid's Little Helper - Keys

I walked into the office, unfazed by the hearts and the cupids everywhere. Valentine's Day at a company like Soonami was a lot like Valentine's Day at an elementary school. Everyone wore pink and red and brought little valentines for everyone. There was also a huge party that started at 2 and didn't end until people went home.

Soonami takes holidays very seriously.

I laughed when I saw the look on Keys' face. I walked over and leaned on his cubicle.

"Why is my favorite coder so pouty?" I teased. I was one of the only people at our company who knew what Keys was actually good at. I often went to him for help fixing a coding issue.

"I'm fine," he said shifting in his seat.

"Keys," I elongated as I pulled a chair over and sat next to him. "Spill it."

"There's nothing to spill," he said very unsuccessfully. He turned back to his computer to look distracted.

"Is it Valentine's Day?" I suggested. "It's just a stupid holiday."

"A holiday that makes you feel like shit for not having anyone," he mumbled.

"You know," I started carefully, "it could also be seen as a great day for you to confess your feelings."

"My feelings?" He asked as his head snapped toward me.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's kinda obvious."

"Is it?" He asked, his voice dropping.

"Little bit," I teased. "You come into work already distracted. And every time you get a text, you jump. Is it that one girl? Your old partner?"

"Millie? You think she's the one. . ."

"Of course. I mean, who else could it be?"

I didn't give him a chance to answer me. I turned on my heels and headed to my desk. I sat down and instantly started going through the complaints Keys went through yesterday.

Before I knew it, the Valentine's Day party was in full swing. I ignored it and continued fixing the problem I'd spent the last three hours trying to get rid of. I continued ignoring my surroundings when someone knocked on my desk.

"Come on, Y/N," Keys chuckled. "The party started an hour ago."

"I'm aware," I said with little to no emotion.

"Y/N," he sighed. I pouted when my chair was dragged away from my desk.

"Keys!" I pouted. I spun around and crossed my arms over my chest. "I was still working on that complaint that you sent me. . ."

"I know. I know. I know," he chuckled. "You never stop working, but it's the Valentine's Day party."

"I thought you hated Valentine's Day," I chuckled as I stood up and walked over to the drink table.

"I do," Keys said as he followed me. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a party."

A little while later, I wasn't sure where Keys had disappeared. I made myself not care and focused on talking to some of the girls from the graphic design department.

I was in the middle of getting myself a drink when someone walked up to me. My heart felt weird when I turned around and realized it was Mouser instead of Keys.

"You know," he said, overly confident, "your nickname should be Smooth. . ."

"Don't finish that sentence," I cut him off. "Mouser, how many times have you asked me out?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. "And how many times have I rejected you? So add up those and use that number to help you figure out whether or not you should continue to ask me out."

I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Y/N," Mouser scoffed. "All I'm asking you for is one dance."

"I don't really feel like having you grope me to a Rhianna song," I said, trying to tear my hand out of his hold.

"But Y/N. . ."

"Hey, baby," I gasped when Keys wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Are you guys. . ." Mouser didn't finish his question.

"Yeah," Keys cut him off. "And you are still holding onto her."

Mouser jumped when Keys ripped his hand off my wrist. My heart felt weird again as Keys let go of me and slowly moved me behind him.

"You really need to work on understanding the word, 'no', Mouser. You hear it enough," Keys said.

"I didn't know. . ." Mouser stuttered.

"Walk away, Mouser. Now."

I held my breath, not letting out a sigh of relief until Mouser walked away. The second he was gone, Keys turned toward me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, my voice weirdly quiet. "Thank you, Keys. You didn't. . . You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did," he shrugged. "What kind of guy would I be if I let Mouser hit on you?"

Awkward tension suddenly fell between us. I nervously started ringing my neck as Keys opened and closed his mouth.

"I should. . ." I started.

"I'm sorry," Keys laughed awkwardly. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I just. . . I saw Mouser not leaving you alone and then he grabbed you. . . I just thought. . . Maybe kissing you wasn't the right route."

"I think it was," I cut him off. That tension thickened even more between us.

"You do?" He stuttered.

"Yeah," I said, my voice dropping. "I mean. . . It worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Keys chuckled. "It worked."

I cleared my throat as I added, "You better stay by my side the rest of the party. Just in case, you know, in case Mouser sees me."

"He should think that we're together," Keys said, catching on.

After that, we hung out the rest of the night. The more we did, the harder it was to get rid of the weird feeling in my heart. Around nine o'clock, the party was finally starting to wind down.

"Well," I sighed. "I think I'm gonna head home. We still have work tomorrow."

We stared at each other for a minute before I finally broke the contest. I looked away and pretended to check my watch.

"Thanks again, Keys," I whispered. I sent him a smile before beginning to walk away. I didn't get very far away. I gasped when my elbow was grabbed and I was quickly spun around.

The second I was facing whoever grabbed me, they leaned down and smashed their lips onto mine. When I realized it was Keys, I closed my eyes and started kissing him back. The second I kissed him back, neither one of us held back anymore.

"Keys," I gasped when we broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," he quickly started to explain. "The truth is, I have a really big crush on you, Y/N. I have for a really long time. And when I saw Mouser hitting on you. . . It was stupid. I know that. I guess you could say I got swept up in all the hearts and cupids and the party and. . ."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips back to his. He let out a small chuckle as he instantly started kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

This time, Keys broke the kiss. When he did, he leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I know it's Valentine's Day and kinda late," he said, his voice soft, "but would you like to get a drink? Or maybe go to dinner sometime?"

"I'd love to," I said, my face burning. Keys smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Keys."

[aalyssah]

Hands Off My Wife

Pairing: Shayna Baszler x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,536

Request/Summary: ↓

A/N: This was requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the feeling of an arm draped across your body. You turned your head only to see your wife Shayna.

You smiled at how peaceful she looked asleep. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You jumped at the sound of her raspy voice. She chuckled, running her fingers through your hair. "We gotta hit the gym today."

You groaned, tucking your face in her neck. "Oh no, you're not going back to sleep, come on." Shayna got out of bed, waiting for you. "Come on, babe." You shook your head, pulling the blanket over your face.

Shayna let out a breath before walking over and throwing the blanket off you, picking you up, over her shoulder and to the closet.

"Put me down!" Shayna complied with a smile. "Put gym clothes on and meet me downstairs." Shayna grabbed sorts and sports bra before heading downstairs. You picked out leggings and a sports bra and changed before going downstairs.

Shayna was standing at the door with two cups of smoothies and a mini gym bag. "You ready?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Well I don't have a choice, do I?" Shayna laughed at how annoyed you sounded. "You'll be alright. The faster we get done, the more time we have for breakfast." You both hopped in the car and drove to the gym.

When you walked in you saw many of your fellow coworkers working out. Tonight was Money In The Bank night, so you already know it's gonna be hectic. "Imma go strength." You informed Shayna, taking a mat. "Okay, I'm at the punching bag." She kissed your cheek and left off with her gloves.

You set the mat down and began stretching in yoga poses such as Triangle pose, Mountain pose, and Low Lunge, but when you got to the famous Downward Dog pose, you could feel eyes on you. The sound of a cat call made your head snap back.

"Woah, your ass looks so big in those leggings." Your face scrunched in disgust at Sonya Deville's comment. "Deville leave me alone and go back to what you were doing."

You and Sonya have an 'interesting' history. You used to date her back in the NXT days, and even were childhood friends, but when she cheated on you and betrayed you, you knew there was no more friendship, but you didn't let history stop you from doing your job.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't help, but see how good you looked. I had to come over!" You nodded your head, biting your lip. "Yep, now you can go." You continued posing, breathing in and out. Sonya had her hands on her hips, waiting for attention, but it never came.

"So Y/n, how's you and Shayna doing?" You ignored her, still focusing on your stretches. "Oh, come on now, Y/n. Don't ignore me." Sonya felt annoyed that you ignored her. "Y/n!" It felt like the whole gym got silent as people looked over at the two of you.

"Sonya why are you-" Before you could finish your sentence, Shayna's loud voice stopped you. "Aye Deville, get away from my girl." You looked at Shayna, watching as she took her gloves off. "Babe. It's okay, we were just talking." Sonya smirked. "Yeah, talking. Anyways, I'll see you later, Y/n."

She winked at you and left. "That bitch-" Shayna was ready to chase after her, but you held her hand. "No Shay, let's just continue training." She gave one last glance at the door and trained with you. The rest of your gym time was uninterrupted.

-

Now skip to later on in the night and it was show time. Even though you weren't gonna be participating in MITB, you and a match against Zoey Stark. There was loud chattering and laughing as you were fixing your makeup. The locker room was shared by all girls.

You felt arms wrap around your waist. "Hey babe, you look beautiful tonight." A blush formed on your cheeks as you smiled at Shayna's compliment. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Shayna playfully rolled her eyes, jabbing your side. "Are you excited for tonight?" Shayna nodded her head. "Oh yeah, I can't wait to see you win against Zoey. I'm getting tired of her."

You agreed. "Yeah she thinks just because Trish is with her that she's the best." Shayna was about to say something, but her phone rang. She looked at the message with a frown. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't watch your match tonight. Vince and Triple H need me for a meeting."

You didn't hide the pout that formed on your face. "I promised we'll watch it when we get home." You smiled. "Good luck kiss?" She kissed your lips and left the locker room.

Just as you finished up your hair Liv Morgan called out. "Y/n, you're up." You stood up and smiled at everyone wishing you good luck and telling you to beat Zoey's ass.

-

The match played out well and fans were loving it. You and Zoey sold the moves great. You were about to hit your finisher, but the sound of Sonya's music distracted you. You watched as she came out walking down the ramp, smiling.

With you being distracted Zoey took the opportunity and punched you. She kicked you repeatedly to the point where the referee pulled her off. While she argued with the referee Sonya came to you, holding out gold brass knuckles.

"Hit her." You shook your head no, pushing her hand away. You got back up fighting, but with your body weak, she took over, throwing you into the turnbuckle. The referee came to check up on you. "Get outta here!"

Zoey yelled to Sonya who stood outside the ring. "Did you hear me? I said get-" Sonya punched Zoey square in the face with the brass knuckles, making her fall. You quickly picked her up and hit your finisher.

The 3 count came by fast as your hand was held up in victory. Sonya came in taking the referee's place, but not for long. You snatched your wrist out her hold and left the ring. Sonya followed you backstage, calling your name. "Y/n, Y/n stop running!"

You turned around at her. "Sonya, I don't wanna talk to you. I'm hot, sweaty, and my body is sore." She didn't say anything else as you went to the locker room. You instantly hit the shower, sighing in relief as you felt the hot water loosen up your tense muscles.

As you washed your body, you looked near the door to see Sonya standing there with a smirk on her face. "What the fuck, Sonya get out!" Sonya had a smile on her as she looked at you up and down. "Goddamn you look even better than when we were together."

You tried covering up yourself. "Get out!" You could hear the commotion of girls telling her to leave, but Sonya ignored them, looking at you. "I bet Shayna doesn't satisfy you like I did. Maybe we can run it back one last time." She was fully clothed, but before she could step foot in the shower, she was brutally attacked from the back.

Her body flew into the wall as the attacker beat her down. You then caught a glimpse of Shayna throwing her towards the right we're all the other girls were. "You wanna touch my wife, huh?"

As fast as you could, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. "Shayna stop, leave her alone!" It was almost like Shayna couldn't hear your voice as she punched Sonya's face in. Other girls feared to step forward, not wanting to get beat by the former UFC boxer.

You know you couldn't get her even if you tried, but luckily, Ronda came in. "What the hell- Shayna get off her." Ronda tackled her, pinning her down on the ground. "Everyone get out!" Ronda warned, watching everyone leave including Sonya.

"Let me go! She needs to learn to keep her hands off my wife!" Shayna struggled against Ronda's hold. "You can let her go, Ronda." Ronda let her go slowly. "I'll let you guys talk." She didn't waste time leaving you both.

"Baby, you need to calm down." Shayna looked at you with wide eyes. "Calm down? What do you mean 'calm down'? My wife's ex-girlfriend came in here and was about to touch you naked in the shower!"

You came to her, putting your hands on her shoulders. "I understand. I would be mad if someone came in and saw you too, but you need to remember where we are. You can't just go around beating up everyone who looks at me."

Shayna stayed quiet. "I know you're mad, but chill out. I don't want her anymore. What we had was in the past, you're my future." You kissed her cheek, trying to loosen her tense body up. "Come, let's go take a shower together. I'm sure the girls won't be here for a couple more minutes."

Shayna broke out her mad mood with a smile. "Such a dirty girl." You grabbed her hand and led her to the shower.

[darnell-la]

Hey! So I got a sad one. So basically you went to the beach with Jj and you were on the sand and these group of girls came up to you saying stuff abt you body and calling you fat. So y/n went home. With out telling jj. When she got home she started crying a lot but Jj went to check on her. And comfort her.

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paring: JJ Maybank x Chubby!Reader

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Y/n's pov

"You'll be fine, y/n, okay? It's just a party with a bunch of drunk teenagers. Nothings gonna happen. Besides, Topper and Rafe aren't here," JJ said as he and I walked on the property of this girl who invited him.

"I know, it's just, they didn't invite me and I know how these people get. Especially the Kook girls to Pogue girls," I said as he stopped in front of me.

"As long as I'm around you, I won't let them say shit to you, okay? We're best friends. I wouldn't let that slide," he said, placing a smile on my face.

"Okay, fine. But only for a couple of hours," I said as he rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, no, we have to stay longer," he said. "Please," he kept repeating until I finally gave in. "Fine! Fine! Goddamnit," I said making him jump.

"Let's go!" He celebrated as he pulled me towards the front of the house. This place is packed and we're only outside. I can already see a few people eying us because we're probably the only Pogues here. JJ's use to ignoring people but I'm still not.

As I and JJ walked through the crowded house, I could hear people talking about us. They probably wouldn't have noticed me if I came alone but because JJ's so known, making us easy to spot.

"Hey! JJ, right?" A girl asked as she made her way towards us. "Yeah! Hey, Claire," JJ said, trying to put on his flirting voice. I came here to back him up, just in case he feels some way if she drops him last second. And he also wanted me to come and get out of my house for once.

"And you are?" The girl asked me. I could tell she wasn't happy with me being here, by the slight change in her tone and facial expression.

"Scotlyn," I said. "My best friend," JJ added as he pulled me into his side by my waist. I wish he would feel a spark when he touches me like this.

"Mhm, well, is it fine if I steal him from you real quick?" Claire asked as she pulled JJ away from me and wrapped her arm around his. Now they're locked and he has a smile on his face. At least he can be happy.

“No, no, it’s fine,” and quickly after, Claire pulled JJ away from me before he could say something. Tonight’s gonna be a long night. I should at least make it fun.

After being at this party for about an hour, playing drinking games, and watching sports on the TV with some random dudes in the middle of the living room, I decided to take a walk on the beach which isn’t far from the house. It’s basically their backyard. 

I stopped at a beach chair and placed my bag that I always carry with me, before looking around to make sure I’m the only one out here. 

I sighed and began to take off my clothes. I put my bikini on before I left, hoping JJ would want to show me some tricks in the waves like usual but he was occupied. 

After getting my last piece of clothing off, I began to touch my body. This is my first time in a bikini in public. It feels different. 

“We’ll look at Scotlyn. Coming out of her comfort zone I see. What made you buy that Bikini? Cause I know it’s not for my best friend’s man. Or is it?” A girl I do not know asked. 

“Who’s man? Who even are you?” I asked her. “We’re Claire’s friend and she sent us here to make sure you weren’t setting up some picnic after she got into JJ’s pants,” she said, making my eyes widen. 

JJ Maybank is no stranger to the sex life but he also doesn’t like being used and by the way that sentence sounds, getting in his pants is a term he wouldn’t like. 

“Where is he?” I asked as I went to pass them but one of the girls pushed me back. “Probably doing what Claire wants. Why does it matter? You like him or something?” The first girl asked as she laughed and pushed me to the sandy ground. 

“No! He’s- He’s just my best friend and your tramp bestie isn’t going to ruin him!” I yelled as I got up. I went to run past them but another one grabbed my hair and pushed me to the sandy ground again. 

“Oh, save that shit. He’d rather be broken than see that walk in on him,” one of them said, reminding me that I was in my bikini. I know I’m a bit thick but I have a good shape. Well, that’s what JJ says. 

“By the time you get up, you wouldn’t have the energy to run to him, yet walk,” another one said, causing my eyes to tear up. “Don’t cry, we’re just telling you the truth. Not being mean or anything,” the first one laughed. 

I quickly got up and took off, leaving everything behind. Even JJ. He’ll be fine. He’s probably having more fun than he’s ever had with me and I don’t want to ruin it for him. I need to move on…

JJ Maybank’s pov

“Claire, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” I lied as she tried rubbing all over my body. She’s been giving me the ick ever since she came up to me and y/n earlier. 

I thought that maybe if I hung out with her for a little bit, she’d be different or I’d understand her more but it actually has gotten worse and all I want to be around is y/n. 

Maybe I should just ask her out since she’s the only girl I ever feel comfortable and happy around. Everyone else is off. Way off and I never feel that feeling when I’m with y/n. Ever. 

“What are you talking about,” Claire asked in a tone I haven’t heard tonight. “I just really need to get back to y/n and-“ I tried apologizing but she cut me off. 

“Are you serious!? With that fat bitch!?” She angrily said, causing me to push her off of me and stand up from her bed. “Woah, don’t say that shit about her,” I got defensive. 

“Why? It’s true! Why would you choose her over me? That makes no sense at all,” she said, making me shake my head with a disgusting look on my face. These’s Kooks are all the same. 

“Delete my number,” I said then walked out of her room. She yelled a last “Already done!” before I slammed her room door, hoping her handle or anything would break. 

I searched the whole party to find y/n but she’s not here. I quickly ran out to the backyard and down the beach, but she was not there either. 

I ran across a beach chair with a bag on it and clothes. They belong to y/n. Shit. I yelled as I made my way into the water with all my clothes and shoes on. 

What if she went for a swim and drowned or got taken out by the waves. I know for a fact that she can’t swim in waves. She’s not experienced enough. Fuck!!

I swam around for a while until I got tired and cried my way out of the beach. My tears began streaming down my face as I yelled her name. Why did I leave her? 

“Chill out. She ran home,” some girl said. I looked up to see a girl and a few of her friends behind her. They look familiar. “How was the time with Claire?” One asked. They’re her friends. 

“Where did she run?” I asked, ignoring her question. “I don’t know. Home,” one laughed. “Why would she run home?” I asked, confused as they laughed. 

“We explained and told her the truth about you now wanting her. Maybe if she lost a bit of, you know, fat, she’d maybe have a chance,” a girl said. 

That’s when my eyes widen, knowing they bullied her into running away. They used my name, to make it seem like she’s not my best friend and that I care about that shit. I don’t. I’m in love with her and the way she looks. 

I quickly ran to y/n’s bag and threw her close into her bag before talking off towards my car so I can run to her house and tell her that all of this was a big miss understanding and that I don’t care about how she looked. She looks beautiful to me. 

“Y/n!” I yelled through y/n’s small house, hoping she’d be here. I can’t leave her alone in times like this. I’ve never seen her emotional but if she ran all the way home, she’s definitely feeling some type of way about those girls comments. 

“Y/n, where are you? Just talk to me,” I said and finally opened her guest room to find her curled up on the bed. “Y/n…” I said as I walked through the door frame slowly. 

That’s when she shot her head up quickly, allowing me to see her red and glossy eyes. She tried covering herself up as she asked what I was doing here at her house. 

“Your bag,” I said as I placed her bag on the floor and made my way over to the side of the bed. “Oh, okay. Well, uh, thank you. See you tomorrow,” she tried covering her face by turning to the side but I softly grabbed her wrist and turned her back towards me. 

“What did they say to you, y/n?” I asked. “Who?” She asked, knowing exactly who. “You know who, y/n. Tell me everything they said and I’ll handle it. You know I will,” I said, making her shake her head. 

“Oh, the girls? Oh, yeah, they didn’t say anything. Yeah, they just- I just forgot my bag, that’s all,” she lied to me as she sniffed and wiped some tears but they keep coming back. 

“Y/n, don’t lie to me! I’m not fucking around. What did they say!?” I asked with a louder tone, getting angry at anything they could have said to her. I know how people treat her and it’s not nice at all. She doesn’t deserve that. 

Y/n looked me in my eyes then turned back around and began to cry after curling up. Fuck, I didn’t mean to make her cry. 

“No, no, no, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so rude, I just- Baby, I just wanted to know,” I said but she kept crying. I ran my hands through my hair, stressed. 

“Shit,” I said as quickly took my clothes off, as well as my boots, and ran to her drawer. I keep spare clothes heard since I’m always over. Day and night. 

I change into the clothes then crawled onto her bed and pulled her into my chest. She let me in by pulling me into her and crying into my chest as I rest my head on her forehead and whispered to her. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Don’t let whatever they said, get to you. It’s not true. No matter what they said, it’s not true,” I tried talking her down. 

“A-Am I’m pretty to you?” She stuttered as she tried to control her crying. “What? Yes! Yes, of course, you are. I swear I’m not saying that because you’re my best friend,” I said hoping she’s believing. 

“But I’m your friend, so, of course, I’m pretty to you,” she cried again. “Y/n, even passed friendship, you’re beyond pretty to me. You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. You’re just so much,” I said. 

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Shit, I still do, it’s just, we’re best friends and I can’t ruin that, you know?” I said, nothing about what I just confessed to. Shit. 

“Y-You have a crush on me?” She asked. “No, nah! Well- Fuck, yes, I do. I really do,” I said, not able to control myself. I had to get it out. I can’t keep things like this in anymore. I can’t hide it. It’s so hard. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” she said as she looked up at me. “Yeah, I tried keeping it a secret but- Y/n, you’re so fucking perfect. I can’t keep shit like that from you. You need to know this stuff. You need to know how beautiful you are,” I said, making her eyes brighten up. I can see her blushing. 

“Okay,” she giggled low as she buried her face into my chest again but this time, she’s not crying. “Yeah, I love you,” I awkwardly said with a slight laugh. 

“I love you too,” she said back, making me smile hard. It’s not hard to see that she does. I should have said this earlier in life, but at least she knows now. 

At least she’ll know how much I adore her when I talk to her about us tomorrow because there’s no way I’m leaving this house without me being able to call her mine. 

[harrysfolklore]

putting the christmas tree with harry !!

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NAUGHTY LIST

The calendar marked that it was December the 19, and you and Harry still didn't have a single Christmas decoration up in your house.

To be fair, you just spent the past month travelling across South America for Harry's last shows of 2022, but now after a quick stop in Los Angeles, you were finally home in London.

So after complaining about how your house looked so sad and dragging Harry to the nearest store to buy some decorations and a tree, your plan of the evening that consisted on getting your house in the Christmas mood started.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go." you and Harry sang along to Michael Bublé's voice that played on the speakers.

"Oh Christmas songs, I am your slave." Harry said as he passed you a couple of ornaments to hang on the tree.

"Did you just quote your tweet from 2014?" You turned around to look at him with a small smile, he was wearing a red jumper with brown corduroy pants and everything about him looked cuddly.

You loved being home with him.

"I don't know, maybe," he shrugged before continuing, "Mum called, wants to know if we're still coming this weekend."

"Of course we are, Christmas with the Styles for the second year, I wouldn't miss that for anything." you happily said, over the two years you and Harry have been together, his family had become your second one, they received you with open arms last Christmas and made you feel like one of them.

"Remember how nervous you were last year?" a smile made its way to Harry's face as he remembered last year's Christmas, since you and Harry started dating during his 2021 tour, you only had the chance to meet his mum and sister once when they visited him for one of his shows in LA, and Christmas was going to be your second meeting.

"Give me a break, okay? It was my second time meeting your mom and I was going to crash in her house for the holidays, of course I was going to be nervous." you told him as you hung more ornaments and decorations in your tree, it was almost done and you were very happy with the results.

"And they ended up loving you, baby, just like I told you," he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pressing a few kisses to the side of your face, making you lean into him "Tree looks good, we did a great job." he kissed the side of your face again, lingering his lips there for a minute.

"We? Harry I basically did all of that on my own while you sang Christmas songs the entire time." you playfully complained, turning around to face him and place your hands on his stomach, the material of his jumper soft in your hands.

"Heyyyy! That was mean!" he made his typical 'Heyyy' face, making you throw your head back as you laughed.

“I’m so happy to be spending the holidays with you again,” you ignored his complaints and decided to be soft for a minute. It was the perfect season for it, after all, “This year was just amazing, and I can't wait to see what next year has for us, if you'll still have me, of course."

"Baby! Of course I'll have you, I'm wrapped around your little finger and you know that," he kissed your nose sweetly, making you scrunch your face a little, "Besides, who's going to put up my tree next Christmas if you're not around? I'm going to turn into Scrooge!" you rolled your eyes with affection before speaking.

"So that's the only reason why we're dating? Because I put together amazing Christmas trees?" you decided to play along with him.

"That and your fantastic arse." he placed his hands in your bum making you squeal and laugh.

"Wish I could said that your arse is fantastic too but," he raised his brow, waiting for you to finish your sentence, "I was taught not to lie to others."

"Oh come on, my arse is spectacular and you know it," you laughed at his antics again, he could be such a man-child sometimes, "You're being so mean to me today, I might have to do something about it."

"Yeah? Like what?" it was your turn to raise your brow and tilt your head, waiting for his answer.

"I'm putting you on my naughty list." he grabbed you by the hips, making your chest collide with his, you instantly moved your hands to place them on his neck.

"You have a naughty list? Who else is there?" your eyes moved to his lips for a moment, dying to taste the red wine he had been drinking from them.

"Just you, actually." he smirked and finally kissed your lips, happiness filling both of you to be home for the holidays.

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[lxm-memories]

please shut up, dear w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ synopsis: how do you make your boyfriend shut up quickly? you kiss him of course.

✧ content: kisses, lots of kisses, somewhat suggestive? idk i just wanted to practice writing kisses.

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: another excuse to see luxiem flustered because i live for flustered people they bring me the utmost joy.

✧ Shu has a mischevious soul. As nice as he is, he just likes to irritate you in the most harmless way - and this side of his usually comes out when you're speaking to him casually about your mundane life, where he has a tendency to interrupt you while you're in the middle of a sentence. Only giving you his cate like grin whenever you turn around to look at him.

✧ The harmful interruptions range from him just making the most random noises to catch you off guard, to getting physical by poking you on the side to make you yelp - effectively making you forget what you were saying. And when you turn around to glare at him you're greeted with the most innocent smile from him that just thwarts your anger - much to Shu's delight.

✧ And what better way to get back at him, but do the exact same thing he does to you? But with your own twist ~ Shu's not the type to initiate physical touch, but he doesn't mind if you were to touch him. So when you grab his hands and play around with it while he's talking, he doesn't pay much attention to it.

✧ He pauses for a split second when he feels your lips on his fingertips, but doesn't react much further. Continuing to talk, but adjusting his fingers so you could either continue kissing them or rub your cheek against them. Flinches and there's a slight stutter to his story when your lips travel from his fingers to his wrist - and it's there where his eyes finally turn to look away from his screen to lock into your own: "You okay there, babe?" you just hum in return - not giving him an answer which honestly just makes the sorcerer suspicious of your next actions.

✧ But he gives you the benefit of the doubt and returns to his monitor. His skin is a bit warmer now and he's very aware of the fact that you've started to move around a bit prior to before, but he ignores it. "Anyway, so do you think I should take a day off for this week or-" and then he feels your lips on his neck and the boy stammers through the rest of his sentence: "P-p-plan a full schedule-" one more kiss to his jaw: "W-week-"

✧ At this point even you can tell that his whole face is red, and your giggle is the last trigger for Shu to turn around to actually question your actions: "Did you drink something or-" but then you press your own lips to his own and Shu's mind short circuits. His eyes are wide open in confusion, but it's almost instict for him to return the kiss. And when he feels you cup his cheek softly it causes him to slowly close his eyes and rest a hand on your waist, pulling you towards him and rest on his lap.

✧ At this point you do have Shu wrapped around your finger. You can pull back a tiny bit and the sorcerer will chase your lips, the hands on your waist tightening. Biting his lip as a last gesture you pull back just as he whines, opening his eyes again to gaze into your eyes. You just smile softly, opting to trail kisses from his cheek to his ears: "Why-" "I didn't know that kissing you would be this effective on shutting you up," you whisper and Shu blinks, before the gears in his brain starts to turn and he goes beet red realizing why you did what you did - and the fact that he realizes in the same second that he would talk a lot more if it meant you doing this again.

✧ You know when the prime time is to silence this dear novelist? When he starts to undermine his own abilities and achievements. It's almost like second nature for this novelist that whenever someone praise him or his work he's quick to deny it or laugh it off as: "It's not that remarkable, anyone can do this with enough effort."

✧ And even if you were to interrupt him, he would just chuckle: "Sorry, sorry. I know it's just my brain being mean, but it happens you know? But your confirmation already says enough, dear," he will say, with the same reassuring voice, but at the same time dismiss your efforts.

✧ So what do you do? You give him a kiss before he can even utter the next word. That way you're getting two birds with one stone. One, you stop him from talking bad about himself and two, you make him see exactly how much you love him.

✧ So the next time you read out a particular tweet that praises his abilites and he starts to get flustered and open his mouth to deny it, you're quick to get over to his side, Ike being surprised by your abrupt movement and before he can react you're already giving him a brief peck on his lips.

✧ The novelist will blink in surprise: "What was the reason-" "You're amazing," you declare, staring hard into his eyes, almost like challenging him to say anything against you: "I'm not that-" another kiss, this one lasting longer, but still not long enough for Ike to reciprocate: "A lot of people agree with me on that statement," you tell him once you pull away, and Ike is too flustered to even form a coherent sentence: "I- I mean everyone-"

✧ You sigh, and Ike opens his mouth to apologize for making you irritated, but then you lean in again to kiss him, and somewhat Ike can tell that this kiss will be longer, closing his eyes and relaxing his tense body from the sudden onslaught of kisses. He can faintly feel your fingertips trail along his arm, but his mind is too occupied with how much deeper your lips press to his own. He can feel your tongue trace his lips before he feels your hand settle on top of his own hand, and he takes the chance to turn it over so he can tangle your fingers together.

✧ And that's when you pull away and Ike takes that chance to try and take a deep breath, but it hitches once again in his throat when he feels you pepper kisses down his neck: "W-wait, hold on what's gotten into you?" he chokes out, and you just grumble: "You're talented," one kiss at the bottom of his jaw: "Absolutely wonderful and praiseworthy," a kiss at his pulse which Ike jumps at: "You deserve every compliment said your way," one final long kiss at his collarbone before you pull back and look at him: "Understood?" and Ike can't do anything else but nod absentmindedly, cheeks still flushed red as he buries his face into your neck, but you can hear the slight muffle of: "Thank you," coming from the novelist.

✧ This is the standard way of you trying to even get Luca to pay attention whatever you have to say. Because this man will chatter away and joke and switch topics 10 times within a minute if you don't try to get his attention in an equally extravagent way as he presents himself.

✧ Like, even if you were to catch his attention, he would continue to babble exctiedly, but now he will direct the topic and his attention to you instead. And as much as you appreciate it, you just need Luca to shut up for a second to let you speak.

✧ Really, the best way is to honestly grab his cheeks and press your lips to his own. If you were to try to first distract him by grabbing his hand, he will just tangle your fingers together in reflex. Hug him? He hugs you back, even swaying back and forth because any form of physical touch with you is welcomed!

✧ So yeah, the best way is to just grab his cheeks, that's the first step to making Luca go quiet because the sudden movement of his face to lock eyes with yours is when his talking falters a tiny bit, opting to instead hum in question with his smile still intact.

✧ But the mafia boss will go real quiet, body even tensing without knowing when you harshly press your lips against his, the suddeness of it all making him take a step back for a second while he makes a sound of surprise - face quickly growing red.

✧ While Luca is indeed a mafia boss, he wasn't the type of mafia boss to indulge in that part of the mafia life - so his inherently romatic experience isn't wide. Usually when you would initiate kisses it would take a few steps to get him in the mood because if not - Luca is a blushing mess because he doesn't know what to do with any other limb.

✧ So you have the mafia boss under your whole control by just one simple kiss, his attention is wholly on you and as the great partner you are you lead his hands to rest on your hip as you tilt his head to make the kiss deeper. And when you finally pull back with kiss swollen lips and a victorious smile, Luca only blinks as a small confused smile paints his own lips, waiting for you to speak. "There! I finally have your full attention!" and Luca only laughs at how happy you look, leaning in to give you a kiss while his arms worms around your waist: "But babe, you always have my attention!"

✧ Mysta is talker, a ranter, a blabbermouth. He's every word you can come up for someone who talks a lot. And while he's tame on most days, he gets super talkative when he has something on his mind that's been on his mind every day. It could be a particular hard riddle he picked up, a certain situation that happened during the day or a game he wants to try and stream.

✧ So yes, he interrupts you when you try to tell him to be quiet: "I can't believe someone would find this riddle hard-", "Good for you baby, but Mysta I need-", "The answer was practically in the riddle itself! Why did people find it so hard?", "Mysta, babe-", "Oh let me tell you..."

✧ And honestly, you do love that side of Mysta. The bright glint in his eyes when he gets excited and the fact he can talk for hours about his passions when he kept so quiet before. You love it, but right now as you were trying to finish up this paper? Not so much.

✧ "Mysta-" "Ohh, there was this other riddle too, and guess what I also managed to-", "Oh but for fucks sake," that was your breaking point, and you turn your upper body to face your boyfriend who was still excitedly prattling away.

✧ And Mysta doesn't see the ticked smile that's painting your lips, but he definitely feels that harsh tug on his shirt and the hand that cups his left cheek. And he has a second to turn his attention from the riddle to face you before he feels your lips on his own.

✧ The detective gasps in surprise, and your tongue slips into his own mouth as you watch his eyes go from wide open to closing in pleasure. A hand rests on your thigh as Mysta just lets you do what you want, completely pliant in your hold.

✧ But he lets out a whine when you pull away, gasping for breath after the particulary long kiss and Mysta rubs his mouth as his cheeks go ablaze once the realization settles in: "I- you?" and you smile at him: "Babe, please shut up for like an hour so I can finish this paper and then we can talk, alright?" and Mysta nods, the commanding tone of your voice practically not letting him disobey: "Okay... But can I get one more kiss? Because, not gonna lie. That was hot."

✧ It's like a game for this demon. A game of patience to see how far he can push your buttons before you throw him out of the current room - It usually happens when he's all done with a stream and sees that you have yet to finish whatever you were doing.

✧ And normally, he's a patient lover. He's ful of patience - he's been alive for over 400 years after all, but there are just days when he just want to push your buttons to see how you react.

✧ And usually, you just glare at him as a warning, most of the time you just smile, and if a smile could truly kill he would truly be burned alive right then and there. The most action you've taken is literally kicking him out of the current room, and if he didn't move - you would move because: "I do not have time to play with you right now, Voxy."

✧ Today, instead of disrupting you with poking you, throwing a pillow your way or being a general menace, he's decided to talk his butt off. Because that's what the voice demon does best, talk. A lot.

✧ And he can see that you're getting agitated with how your clicks on the keyboard are a bit harsher than normal, how you're starting to shake your legs up and down and you're making a bit too many typos.

✧ So when you stand up, the chair screeching against the floorboards, Vox thinks you're finally throwing him out of the living room. But when you don't say anything but take a deep breath, the demon is puzzled. Usually by this time you would already kick him out, but when you turn around with an unusually calm smile, Vox feels a slight chill down his back. Well that's a first, both your reaction and his own. And you don't say anything, you only march up to him, settle down on his lap (Well, he sure doesn't mind that you do) and rest your hands on his shoulders.

✧ Without another words you lean in and press your lips against his - and Vox doesn't hesitate to sneak his arms around your waist to welcome this surprise. But it ends as soon as he bites your lips, something he usually does when he wants the kiss to go deeper. You pull back immediately once you feel that bite on your lower lip, pinch his side to make his arms loosen before getting up, bending down to cup his cheeks with a smirk: "I know you want my attention so badly, but why don't you be a good boy and stay quiet and then I'll play with you when I feel like you deserve it, hmm?" and boy was Vox quiet for the rest of the evening with that promise.

[aris-ink]

May we get a part 2 of need a friend?? IT WAS SO GOOD UGH like how can hobi be yan but also respectful gosh i love him

YES ilysm

tagging @sxtaep as promised 💖

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: friends to lovers

warnings: brief mentions of reader's boss being inappropriate, mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), oral sex, rough sex, daddy kink, praise kink, marking, l o n g i n g, lots of kisses, creampie

The next morning lingered on his eyelids, sunlit and sweet, just like the taste of you on his tongue. It was as though the universe wrapped around him with its silky, starry frame, no longer a stranger nor a foe, but an old friend that would always be there to welcome him home. Everything shifted the moment he entered a completely new door with you.

The only thing he wasn't sure of was just where that door was leading. But it seemed like waiting for the answer to unfurl naturally was not such a bad option, because your hand was warm in his grasp as he walked you to work, your fingers fitting so perfectly in between his. Your kisses tasted faintly of the coffee you've shared on the way, and he wished he could make you his primary source of hydration, drinking you in, tasting different flavors off your tongue for the rest of his life.

Still shy, or perhaps too embarrassed for public displays of affection, you pulled away from him, the tip of your nose cold as it brushed his.

"Need to go in," you murmured.

Hoseok fixed up your scarf, deciding not to tease you, and left a parting kiss on your forehead.

"Okay. Stay warm."

You smiled up at him, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat.

"I got a message earlier saying my that boss isn't in," you sighed. "For the first time in a year. Must be some special occasion."

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. Truly, what an unexpected turn of events indeed.

"Oh yeah? Well, good for you, right?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip.

"You have no idea. He's such a mean creep."

Your choice of wording had Hoseok's shoulders stiffening. Oblivious, you continued your rant, shaking your head.

"All the girls know. It's so exhausting dealing with his arm around you all the time. Or touching the small of your back to pass through," you huffed, clearly resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "He never does it to any of the men, though."

Met with silence, you looked up at Hoseok. The odd, stoic look on his face didn't match his eyes. Because from miles off anyone who knew him could see that he was pissed.

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Was he okay? The cool morning air suddenly seemed suffocating. He felt hot under his coat, so hot he didn't think he could stand still for another second.

"You..." He sighed heavily, making great effort not to sound strained. "You should report him."

You shrugged.

"He's not doing anything illegal, so I can't. He's just annoying."

You stood up on your toes, pressing a warm kiss into his cheek.

"I really gotta go. I'll see you later."

Hoseok sighed again. The little gesture only added fuel to the fire.

"Have a good day."

He watched you go in with a smile that faded as soon as you disappeared from his sight. He reached into the pocket of his coat and took out his phone, dialing the same number he had messaged last night in a hurry.

"Are you on your way?" The voice on the other side whined.

"I am. Is he still alive?"

Jimin hesitated. "I think so. Can you hurry up? I wanna take care of this and go home."

"Keep him alive," Hoseok snapped, completely ignoring the rest of the sentence.

Jimin scoffed.

"What the fuck? Do I look like a nurse to you?"

"Unless you have a book on necromancy, keep him fucking alive. I mean it."

"For god's sake," Jimin gritted. "Whatever. Just hurry up."

Hoseok really wished he could have spent the day closer to you instead, but it looked like he had too much work cut out for him in the garage. Sometimes death was a mercy, a soft kiss goodnight that marked the departure of the soul. Stained white from the grim reaper's cold, bony lips.

Not everyone deserved a peaceful departure. Hoseok had his own scythe, and his kiss was stained red.

*

It was after five pm when you arrived at his place, the sky already darkening, as typical in autumn. The spare key to his place hung around your neck for the past year, and you've grown used to using it casually, just as Hoseok had always dreamed. He left the kitchen when he heard the familiar turn of the lock, greeting you with a hug. His arms were tight around your waist, pressing you close to his body. You responded immediately, tucking your head under his chin, letting him breathe you in.

"You okay?" You asked, closing your eyes as he held you.

"Yeah," Hoseok whispered. "Just missed you."

Just want you. Just need you.

The longer he stood there, the more like himself he felt again, all the anger flowing off of him, just like the blood did in the shower. You were his peace. He wanted to lay his head down and find rest within your body and soul. There was no end to the laments of his heart when you were involved, and there was no point in holding back anymore either.

You lifted your head, looking up at him, pretty eyes and pretty lips opening to ask a question.

"Do you want to-"

You were cut off by his lips pressing into yours hard, like he wanted to imprint himself on you. Leave you tainted with red too, although a completely different shade, with all the love that dripped and dripped from his aching heart. You stilled in surprise, only for a moment, before opening your mouth to the warmth of his tongue, your feet moving backwards as his moved forward - until your back came into contact with the wall.

"Missed you," he repeated in a mumble, veiny hands sliding down to your ass to give it a squeeze.

The soft moan you let out made him throb, his cock pressing into the outlines of his jeans.

"Missed-" you gasped, leaning your head back as he proceeded to leave kisses along your neck. "Missed you, too-"

"Not as much as I missed you, baby," he hummed, already working on your unbuttoning your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your breasts.

"Wait," you pushed at his chest, making him pause, his eyes searching yours. His stomach twisted. Did you change your mind? Did you want to go back to the way things were before? The panic made his heart clench like a fist in his chest.

And then you pressed your lips to his jaw, your hands dropping to his zipper.

"Let me help you, daddy."

Hoseok groaned, leaning one arm against the wall as you knelt down before him, not trusting his knees not to buckle. If going to hell was the price for this, for having you, and keeping you safe from the shadows, he would greet the devil with a firm handshake.

He panted softly as you unzipped his jeans, like the heat of the flames of hell was already enveloping him. He didn't care. All he cared about was your hand dipping inside his briefs, the touch making his cock twitch.

His urgency must have seeped into you through his kiss, or maybe that was what ignited it in the first place. The same kind of hunger that has been biting at him for what seemed like years.

He watched you wrap your hand around his shaft, flushed and aching for attention. His free hand landed on top of your head, stroking your hair.

"God," he breathed. "Such a good girl. Who's my good girl?"

He could feel the heat of your breath fan over the tip of his cock, the most beautiful moan sneaking past your lips. You glowed under the praise, your tongue sticking out to lick a drop of precum off him.

Hoseok shivered.

"So good..."

He wasn't sure if he was referring to you or how you made him feel. Maybe both.

You licked him from the balls to the tip, his knees weakening at the sensation. You didn't tease further, taking his cock into your wet, warm mouth and sucking. The next groan that left him was guttural.

His hands tangled in your hair, tugging lightly.

"Good girl, oh fuck."

You were so captivating. No matter how much he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't stop staring. The sight of you on your knees, mouth full of him and teary eyes made his balls clench. And the feeling of it? Of the wet, hot tightness swallowing him up? He had to tug on your hair harder to get you to stop, because coming this quickly again would have been somewhat embarrassing. And he needed you so much.

"Baby, get the fuck up here," he urged breathlessly, his hands already wrapping around yours to pull you up. You threw your arms around his neck, your breath knocked out of your lungs too with the force of his next kiss. The muffled, questioning noise of surprise was quickly swept away by his tongue, his hand securing the back of your head as he pushed you back up against the wall.

"Daddy's had a really-" he huffed in between the kisses, dragging your panties down your legs, "long fucking day."

He lifted you by your thighs, gritting his teeth when he felt your hand wrap around his cock again, guiding it to your entrance.

You were so wet.

He moaned, hooded eyes stuck on yours as he pushed his hips forward, sinking inside you inch by inch.

This was his home. His place of rest. He was nothing but a wanderer before the first time he found himself in your arms.

He bottomed out with a small shudder, setting a hard, but unhurried pace right away. He needed you so much. Needed an outlet for all this tenderness swelling in his heart, filling his head with violent thoughts at the very possibility of your smile fading for any reason. His cock throbbed with every deep stroke, his lips restless on yours, low, throaty moans slipping past them.

"You're so tight, baby. Wanna-" he paused, once again battling with his own thoughts. He tightened his fingers around your thighs, putting all his trust in you and trying to let go, just as you had done for him yesterday. "W-wanna- shit- come inside you every night."

"Yes! Please, daddy," you breathed, your cunt tightening around him.

He wondered if you knew just how much he meant his words. That this wasn't just dirty talk. He groaned either way, your begging making his stomach jump.

"Such a good fucking girl. So beautiful," he rasped, his pace suddenly increasing. He fucked you faster, filling your cunt to its limits, and watching you take it so well.

"Shit. Daddy's perfect girl."

You whined into ear.

"Harder, please."

Hoseok attached his swollen lips to your collarbone, immediately complying with your request - how could he not? His cock pounded into you as he sucked on your neck, desperate to leave behind a mark, both inside and out.

"Thank you, daddy," you moaned, "love you."

If not for the pleasure that gripped his stomach at the words, shock would have made him still inside you. But instead he ended up tumbling towards what felt like a cliff, and all he wanted was to fall off it.

So he continued to fuck you, quick to react instead of over thinking for once, his head snapping up.

It occurred to him that you may have just been fucked out, but your glassy eyes were on him, unflinching, eyelashes fluttering so prettily.

He was gonna come.

He groaned, kissing you more, fueled further by your eager response.

"Oh, love you more, fuck, daddy loves you so much more."

He could feel you squeezing his cock with your tight walls, the little cries leaving your throat urging him on.

"Fuck yeah, come with me," his breath trembled, his lips endlessly distracted, dropping kisses wherever they could reach - your neck, your cheeks, your shoulders. "Come for daddy, lemme fill you up."

His hips almost stuttered when you arched, your cunt pulsing and leaking around his dick. He grunted, not able to hold off, his balls clenching and releasing all the cum he was so desperate to fill you with. He groaned louder, his fingers digging hard into your thighs.

"Oh shit, yes, good girl."

Something akin to a whimper left him when his orgasm passed, his entire body feeling fuzzy. He registered your lips pressing into his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat.

You made him feel fragile and invincible all at once. How was it possible?

He sighed, carefully setting you down, his hands caressing your waist. He pulled you into a tight hug, no words left in him to describe how much this meant to him - how much you meant to him. He wished he could dip a feather in the night sky and write you a letter in starlit ink. He wished he could stay with you every second of every day until you grew old, and still lie entwined with you when six feet under the ground, 'till his bones turned to dust. But all he could do for the moment was hold you, and somehow despite everything, it was enough. More than enough.

[wrenreid]

Just Acting

18+ story

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Honey, I'm homeee."

"You don't live here."

"Way to kill my vibe, Y/n," Matthew says, shutting your front door.

You smile, standing up to kiss him before going to the kitchen.

"Welp, I don't know what to do with my life now."

Criminal Minds season 16 was officially wrapped as of last night.

"Hang out with me," you smile, turning to face him.

"Well duh."

These past few weeks with Matthew have been a dream- strange, but lovely. You still tease each other of course, but it's filled with humor rather than laced with venom as before.

He's fun and exciting, he takes you out on dates on whim, he's so much more affectionate that you'd thought. You can't stay mad at him for long, the dimples on his sweet face just melt away your frustration. The past month has been perfect. You're happier than ever.

"I think wrapping calls for celebratory sex, don't you?"

You turn back around to face him, expressing a shocked look on your face.

"That's highly inappropriate of you, Gubler."

"Ah last name," he says, wrapping his arms around your hips. "But I'll ignore it for a kiss."

You roll your eyes playfully and press your lips to his. It's slow and gentle until it's not. You end up with your back against the wall, his face above yours, lips pulling and sucking on each other's.

The two of you haven't slept together much since you started dating. He wanted to show you that he's not just it in for the physical stuff.

One day on set, in between scenes, his lips grazed your ear as he whispered, "I found ropes in the storage room. If you want to sneak away." You'd known you couldn't right then, and the feeling of his breath on your skin sent a wave of goosebumps down your body. You stayed quiet, looking forward, forcing your body to calm down.

When you'd finally gotten the chance, you pulled him by the hand, dragging him into the supply closet.

He chuckled softly and opened his mouth to say something.

"Shut up," you said, pressing your lips to his roughly.

Now, his lips roam your body as you lie on the couch. Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at the curls. A moan leaves your mouth, and you bite your lip to quiet yourself as his tongue flicks against you. You pull his hair at the sensation that consumes your body.

_____

"Hello?... this Y/n," you answer your phone, slipping into your bedroom so you don't wake Matthew up. "Wait really? Oh my gosh!... yes.... yes.... thank you!.... wait what?... London? I thought it was in San Francisco!... I see.... I'll get back to you by the weekend, yes.... thanks." You hang up the call, sitting on your bed with your head hung down.

"Hey, darling," Matthew says, walking into your room. He's wearing his jeans again. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight? There's this new sushi place I want to try- are you alright?"

You look up at him. "Yeah, I'm great. Sushi? Sounds lovely."

"Great," he smiles, dimples prominent against his cheeks. "I will pick you up at 8, I have an errand to run with Steve today."

Steve is Paget's husband, Matthew's friend.  You nod. "Okay," you shoot him a smile.

"I will see you later, beautiful." Matthew kisses your head then heads back into your living room to finish getting dressed. You here the door close shortly after.

London? Holy shit.

You didn't tell Matthew at dinner the other day, and you haven't told him now. The deadline for your answer is tonight. In simple terms, you're freaking the fuck out.

How do you even bring up the subject? Hey, Matthew, I'm leaving the country in a few weeks. Sorry! Doesn't seem fitting. So drinks it is.

He'll be walking through your door in about twenty minutes, and you're trying to muster up a sentence. But how can you tell your boyfriend what's going on when you don't entirely know what's going on? You're not even sure you're going to go.

You sigh, getting the wine out of the cooler and placing it on the table. You made dinner, well tried to make dinner, but it seems edible enough.

You change shirts, seeing that you got spaghetti sauce on the one you were in. You're now wearing a red tank with a grey cardigan, that you stole from Matthew without him knowing, and black leggings that you've had on since this morning.

Maybe a part of you is on edge because you're not sure what would happen if you did choose to leave, you think. And maybe it's because no one knows if you'll get picked up for another season.

As you walk back out of your room, Matthew walks in the door with a smile plastered on his adorable face. "Smells good. Burned, but good."

You laugh softly, worry and sadness laced into it. "Yeah, I forgot to set the timer for 30 instead of 40. Sorry."

"Burned or not, I'm sure it'll be great."

You flash him a smile before sitting down at your dining area table. You put some of the lasagna on a plate for him, then for you, and pour yourselves some wine.

"Ooh she‘a fancy," Matthew says with a chuckle.

"You're a dork."

"Maybe, but you like it," he winks at you.

"Eh," you say and he acts offended.

The two of you eat dinner, mostly in a comfortable silence.

"It's horrible isn't it?"

"No!" Matthew says, grabbing your hand. "I'm definitely a better cook than you, but it is not bad."

You roll your eyes playfully. "I knew I should've suckered you into cooking."

He smiles, taking a drink from his glass. You can't help but return the gesture, his smile is contagious, dimples, bright teeth, honey eyes squinting slightly.

"So," you breathe, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"A few months ago I auditioned for this movie. I didn't really think I'd ever get the part, so I almost forgot about it. Until I got a callback right before we wrapped. And I found out that the part is mine..."

"Y/n, that's amazing!" Matthew smiles, squeezing your hand.

"If I want it."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"It shoots in London. I'd have to leave in three weeks," your expression gets even sadder as you watch his face fall.

"Oh," he says, furrowing his eyebrows softly.

"But I don't think I'm going to take it."

"Y/n-"

"I don't want to leave you. I mean, we just got to a happy point with each other. What if leaving for four months changes that?"

"Y/n, you need to take this job. It's an amazing opportunity, and I can tell you want to do it,” Matthew says.

"But-"

"We'll be fine. I'm not going to stop loving you because you're 5 thousand miles away."

Loving. He said the L word.

You avert your gaze from the table to his eyes. "You love me?" You almost say it in a whisper.

"Of course I do."

Your lips perk up at the corners. "But what if-"

"If you want this role, you should have it. Nothing should stop you from doing what you love."

It's your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You sigh. "I'll call them and tell them I'm ready for the full script then."

Matthew smiles. "Great. I'm really happy for you."

You hug him, sitting in his lap. "Thank you."

"For the record, I better get calls every damn day while you're gone."

You laugh softly. "Oh don't doubt for a second I won't bug you from another country."

_____

You're sitting on your couch, reading the script when Matthew walks into your apartment.

"You still never learned to knock, huh babe?"

He laughs, plopping onto the couch beside you. "Nope."

You smile, eyes still scanning the words on the pages before you.

"One week before you leave me forever."

"You're so dramatic, Gube."

"I know," he says as sweetly as he can. "I'm going to miss you."

You toss the script on the coffee table. "Nope. None of that. No sappy pre-goodbyes yet. One normal week before we actually have to say goodbye, okay?"

Matthew nods. "Okay. So we can't have hot goodbye sex?"

"Matthew!" Your eyes widen as you smile toward him. "Okay fine, we can have hot goodbye sex. In a week."

"Damn, that's cold."

This movie is anticipated to be a big hit. Your character, Carter, is a 28 year old med student, studying abroad for the semester. She meets this girl and they become instant friends, until they become more. It's supposed to be an adventurous and sweet film.

_____

The dreaded goodbye is approaching quicker than you'd appreciate. Of course, you're excited about this part, excited to see London for the first time, and excited to be getting more successful, but it stings at your chest to know you have to leave your friends, your family, and Matthew behind for a while. It's not like he can come with you either. He might miss a job opportunity and he has a few book signings coming up.

You wish you stretch out the week, but it decides to blow past you like a nascar driver.

Tomorrow. You leave tomorrow.

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[hydrangeyes]

Unnamed

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Shigaraki is horny but you're not giving him any attention, trying to pull you away from work. You think it's kinda funny and have no problem taking care of him right there and then. Shigaraki is a brat and you can't convince me otherwise.

Warning: spanking, fingering, edging, a bit of tears/light dacryphilia, overstimulation, public sex, cock warming

Didn't name this one, and I for sure thought I deleted but what a surprise! I think this was my first reinterest in writing full on smut, also unfinished lmao so it really is just foreplay

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Why were you ignoring him!?

He’s been at this for almost an hour already (it’s been 5 minutes), can’t you see that he was ready to burst!? Calling for you, bending over on the other side of the table, calling you again. Shigaraki scowls from where he was standing besides you just barely out of view in nothing but one of your large shirts and boxer briefs. Today was suppose to be your day off, so you were visiting and were suppose to keep him company with a full day of gaming.

But no, even with the new hideout empty, you were still working!! Paperwork, laptop and all!

You even put back on your pants. that made him let out a displeased whine, no shame with everyone out and not able to see his needy display. He worked so hard convincing you to let him tear off the other pair, where did you get this one?

Shaking his head, Shigaraki creeps closer seeing that you're in the middle of a video call. Tough. Making sure to use only 3 fingers, shigaraki nudges the laptop in a different direction and quickly plops himself onto your lap.

"Shig!"

"Oh good, I have your attention now."

He grins wrapping his arms around you loosely. You're the one scowling now, telling your coworker that it was your cat and he had to clean up the spill, reaching to turn on mute.

"Mmh good~ I really only want you to hear me." Shigaraki purrs wiggling his hips to get comfy. "Oh no you don't." You huff gripping his hips to keep him still glaring. "You think I'll let this slide?"

Shigaraki glares back tensing his arms so you cant push him off. "Today was suppose to be for us. Only us and our favorite games! Not your stupid work." He whines out the last sentence.

You sigh a little, which makes him relax again. Feeling this you quickly flip him to be lying across your lap instead, ignoring is outraged squeak. "My 'stupid' work is what got you that game. I know today was just for us brat, but I needed to be apart of the meeting."

You hum using one hand to firmly keep your wiggling partner in place, the other rubbing down his back and just above the swell of his ass. In all honesty the moment he called out for you, you were distracted. But pretending to ignore him was always fun, his usual lazy behavior changing on the spot.

Shigaraki stops his wiggling at your touch, arching to try and encourage you. He inwardly curses his past self from 10 minutes ago for even bothering with clothes.

"It wasn't going to be long either, but I should have know my cute little brat wouldn't wait patiently." You growl, lifting and giving his ass a firm slap.

"Ah!!"

"Tsk, I really thought you learned your lesson the last time you interrupted my work." Cooing softly as you watch him shudder, you can see the tip of his ears start to turn red.

You don’t let him respond before placing another firm slap, then another and another. Watching as he yelps and whimpers with each smack. Shigaraki arches and moans into it, gripping with 4 fingers each the end of the chair.

Panting and trying to grind against you shigaraki bites his lips to try and muffle just how much he was enjoying this. But you know your brat well, plus you can just feel how much he’s leaking on your leg.

Easing up you hum nonchalantly eyes hooded rubbing his red cheeks, giving him a moment to come back. Reaching to your bottom desk drawer you

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Legit where the draft ended lmaooooooo

[sage-green-matcha]

MEAN IT - JACK CHAMPION 🌻

“Maybe that thing you said under your breath, you mean it” - Gracie Abrams 🌞

Content includes: Argument :( but making up after!

My first Jack Drabble/story thing? Anyways, hope you enjoy 🤗🌻

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You wrapped yourself in a blanket, wet tears staining your face as Jenna and Mel tried to comfort you. "He's not worth it, you're so much better than him. He was probably just upset. Y/n you're the most selfless person we know" you sniffed, wiping away more tears that fell from your eyes, lightly coating your lashes.

"He's an asshole, and he deserved to be broken up with. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on you" Mel sighed, rubbing your back and handing you a tissue.

You replayed last night's events in your head. Jack had just come home from filming to find you waiting for him, an annoyed look on his face. "You don't usually get home this late"  "Just something with my manager, they made me film for more time" You bit your lip, head tilted as he took off his shoes. "You could've texted me, I was worried" "Sorry, I'm not gonna be here all the time Y/n, you know that" his tone was off. He was definitely tired but he had never acted this way towards you. "Why are you acting like this?" You frowned, your feelings hurt. "Forget it Y/n, we're both tired. Let's just go to bed" You furrowed your eyebrows. "What's wrong-?" "I'm not just yours, Y/n...stop being so selfish" he spoke under his breath. It was like a stab to your heart.

It broke out into a big argument, ending up in the two of you breaking up. Jack wasn't the one to continue a fight. You could tell something was really bothering him. But you couldn't unhear his cruel, mumbled words. Selfish...really?

"I feel selfish, I know he meant it. He knows me better than anyone" You cuddled yourself up in a ball, more tears falling. It was like his sentence just got louder in your head. It's all you could hear. You tried to ignore it, but it's all you could think about.

Jack <3

Jack <3: Y/n, please I'm so sorry

I didn't mean anything I said. I'm sorry

Jack <3: I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me

Jack <3: I don't want it to end like this

You stared at the screen. Blue and white light shining on your face as you reread the texts. You weren't sure what to text back, biting your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. "Don't text him back, Y/n" You looked up, Mason snatching your phone from your hands. A sigh escaped your lips, arms crossed as you stumped down in the chair. "I'd expect this from Jenna or Jasmine but not you. Aren't you Jack's friend?" You rolled your eyes, snatching back your phone.

"Taking a friendship break, what he did was fucked up" "Hence why he's not here" Jasmin smiled. "It's been a week! A week! How am I supposed to just ignore him, it was just a fight. There's no way we're officially breaking up because of a small fight" Jenna glanced at you, sorry in her eyes as she looked up at the rest of the group.

"Text him Y/n, I give you permission" You just shook your head. "I don't even know what to say" You slumped over all the way on the couch, closing your eyes as the room filled with sound. "Have you written a song about it?" "Surprisingly, no. But I should"

As soon as you got home you sat down by your piano, your mind scrambled trying to find the right words for the song. Songwriting came to you naturally, so this was frustrating. After a couple of hours of googling words and trying to find the right piano keys, you finished your song. You recorded a quick video to send to your producer, going back to staring at the messages Jack had sent you. This time there was more added, the most recent being him stating that he was coming over to fix his mistake.

Your eyes widened, staring at the messy living room you had let your depressed state ignore. You groaned, picking yourself up to clean up. It wasn't that bad...maybe it was a little bad. But you had the house clean in less than an hour.

You weren't actually expecting him to show up, his face flushed in a guilty look when you opened the door. "I'm sorry Y/n, I can't tell you how much I regret this. I miss you..." he rambled as you zoned out. His words turned into nothingness as you stood there. "Did you actually mean it?" You held back tears as you stood by the door.

"No, what? You're the sweetest, most caring person I've ever met. I don't wanna lose you...I know what I said was fucked up. I was an asshole to you. And you didn't deserve that" His eyes were glossy, looking down at you. You couldn't help but break into a smile as he waited for you to respond.

He was confused but relieved when you pulled him into a hug. "Better be lucky I didn't write a breakup album about you" "Oh yea no, so lucky. But you definitely wrote a song. Didn't you?" "Hmm, maybe just one"

[beomqu]

day fifteen of KINKTOBER → handjob

w/ Jake

warnings! : cuddling to handjob, dom! reader, sub! Jake

"I missed this." Jake breathed onto your neck, tickling the skin on your nape. "I was here just yesterday." you softly laughed holding Jake's hand tighter that was wrapped around your waist. "I don't care. You're my favorite part of every day." Jake pushed his hips against your ass, his chest flat against your back. "I love you." leaned back a bit, taking a deep breath.

Jake moved his face higher, so he could peck your cheek a couple of times until you got the signal that he wanted to kiss you. You turned your head to the side, making Jake get on his elbow and lean in for a kiss. You took his sweet time on your lips, not moving quickly, biting down your bottom lip softly. He hummed into the kiss, now his hand holding the side of your face.

Now Jake's boner was literally too noticeable. You could not just ignore it. Since you started making out he was growing harder and harder with each passing second, he was pressing his hips even more to yours. "Y/n..." he whispered onto your lips when you pushed your hip back. You smiled at him, your hand slowly reaching back to place it on his bulge. His mouth immediately agape, looking into your eyes. "What are you doing?" he hissed when you started rubbing him through his sweatpants. He grabbed your wrist when you started pushing your fingers into his pants.

"You know damn well what I'm doing." he has been looking at you with lustful eyes for the past minutes, you can't understand why is he acting all surprised. "You've been pushing your dick into my ass." you scoffed as you now had your hand in his pants, rubbing him through his boxer. "If you're going to do something don't just tease me." he turned to lay on his back, his hands under his head.

You rolled your eyes but you didn't protest. You got on your knees and took off his pants and underwear, his dick immediately springing out of his boxer. You brought your fingers all over his thigh and lower abdomen. While doing so, you layed on your side, placing your head on his chest. "Fuck." he said as you brushed your hand against his cock, still not fully touching it. You intently listened to his heartbeat quickening as you got closer and closer to his cock. He was watching you, or your hand at least as he bit his lip.

You relaxed fully, placing your body weight on Jake as you licked your hand and placed it on his dick. Jake hissed as your cold hand touched his needy cock. You started stroking your hand slowly, but hard, Jake's dick twitching in your hand.

"Keep going and I'll cum all over your hand." Jake gripped the bed sheet next to him, his eyes closing. "I will tell you when to cum." you took your head off his chest to look at him not stopping your hand while doing so. You kissed his collarbone, kissing up his neck and jawline, reaching his lips. You kissed his lips and you fastened your pace. Jake started moaning into the kiss, his chest rapidly moving. You focused your hand on his tip, fingertip actively brushing against his frenulum, his thighs shaking into it. His lips left yours to moan out, head shot back into the tower of pillows under him. You just smirked as you rubbed his tip fast. "Tell me Jakey, how does that feel?" you watched his face, noticing all the little expression changes as you jerked him off. "So.... good." took him a while to finish his short sentence, making you smile once again at him. "You can cum anytime you want." you said to him after he began to move around a lot.  "Thank you." he quickly said before letting out a loud whine.

He grabbed your wrist, not to stop you but just to have some type of support, which he found in your arm. Jake let out one last 'fuck' before his hot load spread on your hand. "Yes, yes..." his body froze as his cum just wouldn't stop flowing out of his tip, now your whole hand and his tummy were covered with it. Your moves slowed down to let him ride out his high. "Oh no, you're all dirty, let's go wash up, no?" you asked as Jake just finally calmed down. He laughed softly before nodding his head.

[mysticmellowlove]

hi!! if you’re too busy you can ignore this request but if possible could you write about a cheerful darling that knows of subby yans behaviors and mannerisms? like darling knows how obsessive and subservient yan is, but finds it cute and endearing!! (in some fucked up way LOL) so maybe they’re both already dating but yan gets insecure after seeing his darling talk to other people… and darling has to physically remind him that he’s all theirs and that they would never cheat when they have such a precious, loyal puppy at home…. <33 it makes yan fall in love w darling even more!!

Be it that you had read too many romance books growing up or that you were just secretly a freak but you just couldn't deny that seeing your boyfriend verbally threaten the bartender was getting you a little hot under the collar. It all started when you two went out to get a drink. Apparently, about twenty minutes in, your boyfriend thought that the bartender was getting a little too close.

Now he was leaning over the bar, his face set tensely as he whispered something to the girl behind the counter. The way his arms were straining in his shirt, the dangerous glint in his eyes and the bite to his jaw... oh no.

You got off the chair you were sitting on and walked over to him, trying to block the harsh words coming out of his mouth. Gently you laid a hand on his bicep and basically nearly moaned. He looked back at you, his eyes softening for a moment.

"Babe, let's just go home." You sounded pleading but behind it all there was a giddy smile. He did everything you wanted while looking only at you. It wasn't as if you wanted him to be mad but he was just so cute~

That's why you mentioned the bartender in your conversation, pulling his eyes off of you and towards the girl who was serving drinks. It was a devious plan but it wasn't as if you did it often.

His jaw tightened as he shot one last look at the girl before wrapping his arms around you, tightening his grip possessively as you both left the bar behind.

You could barely contain yourself in the car. The main reason why you pulled his strings like this was because the sex was awesome. The feeling you got when he was solely dedicated to worshipping every inch of you was euphoric. Attentive and caring, he could spend hours singing your praises. It was a power trip like no other.

Slyly you slid your hand onto his leg, feeling the tensing of his muscles as you stroked your thumb back and forth over his thigh. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

One would think that after pulling the same trick over and over he'd get to know your patterns but he always looked past it. Your openness towards anyone you met made him falter in his decisions. At least that's what you thought. Unless he knew exactly what you were doing and didn't care.

"Baby, is everything alright?" You faked your concern with that sugary sweet tone of yours, his greatest kryptonite. His eyes darted in your direction, his jaw tightening.

"You know you're mine right?" You almost rolled your eyes. However, you didn't and only pouted at his question.

"Of course baby!" He looked over at you again, his shoulders dropping in what seemed to be relief. A smile crossed your face as you let your hand move lower. He jolted at the sudden brush against his dick.

"I love only you remember? Or do I have to tell you again...? Show you again?" Your voice dropped into a sinful crawl as you shifted in your seat to face him better. Now with more flexibility, you undid his pants and stoked the tip of his dick over his underwear.

A sharp cough and a jerk of the car answered you as he tried to stutter out a sentence.

"Eyes on the road." It wasn't a suggestion but rather a command that fell out of your mouth as you slipped your hands under his boxers. You revelled in the sound of his quiet gasps. His head was slick with precum as you looked him in the eyes and brought your finger up to your mouth.

A keening whine left his mouth as you sucked his arousal from your skin. His eyes flicked back ad forth between the road and yourself.

"Why would I want anyone else when I have you waiting for me at home?" Slowly you jerked him off, watching as his hips twitched into your hand as he tried to keep his cool.

"Come on then, tell me." You pushed further as the car slowly came to a rolling stop in front of his house. With a final click, he shut the car off and pressed his forehead on the wheel, labouring huffs leaving his mouth.

With a mocking coo you picked up your pace, the slickness from his pre-cum only helping your hand move faster and faster.

"Y-you don't want anyone else." There was a dark possessiveness to his voice before his high pitched whine washed it away. Your eyebrow cocked.

"And why's that?" You could hear the nearly silenced cries leaving his mouth as his chest rose and fell quickly. His hips stuttered as his head flopped to the side, allowing you to see his unfocused eyes and open mouth.

"Because you have me.... because you love me..." He looked feverishly at you, his mouth spreading into a gentle smile.

Having a boyfriend that was kind of insane wasn't easy.... but boy was it attractive.

[aalyssah]

In The Way

Pairing: Jey Uso x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Smut. Nothing serious.

Word Count: 1,151

Summary: When Jey comes back home after weeks of not seeing each other, y'all want to have some 'fun time', but your son ruins it after a nightmare.

A/N: I didn't know who the write this honestly, but luckily Jey was on my mind. Hope You Enjoy!

You finished up putting the last dish in the dishwasher before letting out a sigh.

You looked in the living room, seeing your son watching TV on the couch, his head dropping every couple of seconds. You walked over, picking up his toy cars off the floor. "Kai, it's time for bed."

Kai opens his eyes quickly, sitting up. "No mommy, I'm not tired." You chuckled, picking him up in your arms. "Yeah, yeah, let me tuck you in, okay?" Kai, too tired to fight, accepted, resting his head on your shoulder.

You walked to his bedroom and pulled his blanket back. "What book do you want me to read? We have The 3 Little Pigs, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and maybe even-" Your sentence was cut off by Kai's yelling. "Daddy!" You turned around to see Jey standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Kai got out of his bed and rushed to Jey's side. A smile formed on your face, seeing your son and his dad reunite after weeks of being away from each other. "Hey little man, how have you been? Causing Mommy trouble?"

Kai laughed at his teasing. "I'll tuck him in, baby. Go wash up." Without a complaint, you got up, making your way to the bathroom. You took a quick shower before laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jey stood at the doorway, watching you.

"Hard week?" You nodded your head. "Yeah, he kept asking about you. Asking when you were coming home and why can't we go see Roman and Solo." Jey put his bags down in the corner, before walking to you.

"I missed you." Jey said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in a kiss. "I missed you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

It's not easy being at home with a 5 year old all by yourself for weeks and weeks on end. Especially since Jey started the storyline with him and Jimmy against Roman and Solo. It's the most interesting thing happening with WWE right now.

Jey gently pulled you down on the bed, his hands coming to the end of your shorts, and pulling them down your legs. Jey placed kisses on your neck, your hands coming to his short curly hair, tugging and scratching at his scalp.

Jey looked at you amused to see you had no panties. "Woah, no panties? You were planning this weren't you?" You gave him a flirtatious smile. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Who knows if it would've been you to see what's underneath?"

Jey growled under his breath, using his finger to tease around your clit. He tsked, shaking his head. "Wet already, and I barely did anything." A blush came on to your cheeks as you turned away, hiding your face from his view.

"No, no, don't get all shy on me and hide your face." Jey forced you to look at him as he pushed a finger in, groaning as your cunt swallowed his finger. He leaned down on his stomach, licking at your folds, taking in your juices. "God, I missed this." Jey said, continuing to lap at your folds.

The sucking and slurping noises were dirty coming from his mouth. He was eating your pussy like a starved man. Your legs began to shake slightly as you felt your end coming near. "J-jey, I'm gonna cum." Jey only hummed, sending small vibrations through your body, making it harder for you.

"Jey, stop, I'm gonna cum!" This time he ignored you, his tongue flicking your clit while his finger pushed in and out of you. You had to forcibly pull him away from your cunt, smiling when you saw the pout form on his face, and his lips glistening from your juices and his spit.

"You're so pussy drunk." Jey shrugged his shoulders, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. "Well, when it's your pussy, of course I am." Jey quickly crawled up to you, settling between your legs in a missionary position.

You reached your hand down to jerk at his throbbing cock, but he pulled back. "No it's okay, I need to be inside you right now." He guided his cock to your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

The moment he pushed in, you both moaned in sync, freezing for a moment. Jey looked down at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes. "I love you." Your hands intertwined together. "I love you too, but please fuck me."Jey complied, thrusting gently in you, groaning at the grip you had on his cock.

It's been almost 2 weeks since you've seen him and almost 3 since y'all had sex. Jey hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. You bit down on your lip to cover the screams that threatened to fall from your mouth.

He had you practically folded in half, and was hitting deeper than before. "Fuck, feel's s'good Jey." You praised, nails clawing at his back. "Yeah, you like that?" You 'mhmed' attempting to meet his thrusts. With him pounding in you, hitting deeper than ever, and you trying to meet his thrusts, it was no surprise that you both were close.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I'm gonna cum." Jey mumbled in your neck, increasing his pace. The loud wet clapping sounds could probably be heard by the next door neighbor, but you don't care. Just as it was getting good, a knock at the door stopped you both.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I come in?" You and Jey scrambled away from each other, you picking up the nightgown from the floor, and Jey grabbing his boxer. Kai knows better than to enter a room without knocking and good thing you taught him. "Come in!"

Kai opened the door with his Teddy Bear in hand. "Awe, baby, what's wrong?" Kai walked over to you with tears pooling his eyes. "I had a bad dream." You picked him up and put him on the bed. "You wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?"

You could see Jey in the background, shaking his head ‘No.’ "Please?" You couldn't deny your baby. You pulled the blanket back, inviting him in. "Alright, but no hogging all the blanket!" Kai giggled, getting comfortable in the bed. "Comfy?" Kai nodded his head, snuggling in your chest. "Go to sleep, love. We'll be here when you wake up, I promise."

And within less than 5 minutes, Kai was sound asleep. "Cockblock." You heard Jey grumble. "Don't say that about our son!" Jey had a frown on his face. "It's true. He was in the way. I was about to cum." You gave him a death glare. "Shut up and go to sleep."

You and Jey fell asleep, cuddling Kai from both sides.