#i just freestyle it until it looks good

[morebird]

Your art style is so sharp and stunning. You IMMEDIATELY ended up on the list of artists whose style inspires me and I want to study and take notes from. Your lines are CRISP, your color choices are GORGEOUS, your contrast is SHARP! It's everything I want my art to be someday!

Oh my god you cant just drop this in my inbox!!!! Thank you!!! I am always deep down in a dark hole but this ask felt like feeling the sun on my face for the first time in months 😭💜

I do hope you are able to learn or understand anything from looking at my art because from the few times I had to revisit some of my older stuff I am left scratching my head in confusion 😅

[anantaru]

cw. fingering, childe's a meanie, fem! reader, this is a quick freestyle

"ugh, well, what a pain that i have to leave you in a bit, hm?"

childe trails kisses across your face before sliding his fingers inside of you— digging into your hole with just the right amount of pleasure when you lean into you, wanting more. he curls his digits up a little as you moan into his neck, moving into his touch, the hot air hitting his skin.

"anyways, do you have any plans tomorrow?"

childe looks at you with a blunt face, like he isn't just scissoring your cunt so surprisingly unconvenient when he suddenly begins to ask you a bunch of questions, keeping the conversation going like he wasn't knuckle deep inside of you, sliding and slipping until you're writhing— sinking his fingers into the mushy flesh while telling you how, hot, sweet, good and warm you feel when, "i was thinking about dinner at this fancy new place?"

it's all so filthy— the way you cannot talk back and childe knows, he's aware all you can do is reply in small hitches and crumbling moans while he was discoving spots and places in your slickness, driving you absolutely wild.

childe presses himself so deep into your hole as the heel of his hand hits your clit, making you yelp out in surprise— understanding he's waiting for an answer, "s-sounds good… really good, ajax," you hold onto his shirt desperately, drawing in moans and gasps as he just laughs at you, giving a little hum before nodding his head to reassure you as your brain quickly overloads, hips twitching and fucking his hand.

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[luvjunie]

— broken promises

pairing: earth 42 miles x fem!reader

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

contains: spoilers!!! angst to fluff

word bank: “mi vida” - my life, “mi amor” - my love

playing now: Wasted Love Freestyle by Jhene Aiko

You and Miles have been dating for 7 months now, and lately he hasn’t been around as much as he’d like to, for obvious reasons. Well, not obvious to you. You still don’t know that Miles is the Prowler, and he’s intent on keeping it that way.

It’s the third time he’s flaked on plans he arranged himself this month, and he can tell you’re beyond tired of it with the way you just blew his phone up.

— Miles POV —

Miles’ phone buzzes in his pocket but he decides against checking it, marking it off as something unimportant. He’s already accepted a job from his Uncle and a distraction wouldn’t do him any good right now.

8:03 PM

Mi Vida: please don’t tell me you’re doing this again bro.

Mi Vida: this is a joke, right?

Mi Vida: hello?? you were supposed to be outside thirty minutes ago.

Mi Vida: Miles Gonzalo Morales I swear to GOD if I don’t hear your motorcycle revving outside in the next five minutes so help me.

*buzz buzz*

Ignored.

*buzz buzz*

*buzz buzz*

He kissed his teeth, lashes fluttering in aggravation and air puffing through his nostrils at the continuous buzzing against his leg. His shoulder fell to the side a bit as he reached down into his pocket to grab his phone while he climbed up the stairwell, following his uncle. Seeing your contact name on his lock screen, his brow raised as he read over the message, then they bunched together in the middle of his forehead incredulously, the tone of your texts causing his strides to falter.

Miles was genuinely confused for a moment, trying to think back on if he’d done anything to upset you, until the memory of him assuring you he wouldn’t do this again slapped him across the face harder than his mom did that one time he’d cursed at her on accident. The two of you had a date planned for tonight, and he swore to you he’d be there this time, fifteen minutes early at that, even though he knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be able to make it all. It was selfish of him to promise something he couldn’t guarantee, knowing how demanding the other factors in his life were, but he was so tired of disappointing you, and how happy you looked when he told you you guys would finally get to spend some time together really had him thinking he could make it work this time.

Eyes falling shut for a beat, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, tongue darting out to dampen them as he quickly tries to think of something to respond with that won’t piss you off more than you already are.

He texts you back: sorry Mami, something came up yk how it is. i got you tomorrow tho fasho

Yeah. Real smooth.

*buzz buzz*

Mi Vida: yk what, just forget it, Miles.

Damn, she called me by my first name? I definitely fucked up this time. He thinks to himself.

Mi Vida: whoever you’re with is clearly more important to you than what we got goin on, so it’s cool. stay where you at, i’m done

Shit.

His heart beats a little faster in his chest, the sensation a semblance of something he hadn’t felt in years. Fear. He texts back as fast he can, head snapping up to see he’s fallen behind his Uncle, and he hurriedly jumps a few stairs before he comes to a stop again.

Miles: done??? the fuck you mean you done?

You don’t respond fast enough for his liking, so he double texts.

Miles: baby stop playin. you trippin it ain’t even like that at all

Mi Vida: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

He utters a string of curses under his breath, alerting his Uncle who had already noticed he was falling behind when he heard the inconsistency of his nephew’s footsteps. He’s ample steps above Miles, turning his head only slightly over his shoulder to address the distracted teenager.

“C’mon man, get off the phone. We got business to tend to. You in or you out?” Aaron asks. “You know I can’t have nobody holdin’ me back.” There’s a hint of something deeper playing within his words, and Miles knows he doesn’t have a choice.

He swallows hard as he looks up at the older man. Taking one last look down at his phone, his jaw clenches in contemplation before he’s shaking his head with a quiet sigh and shoving it back into his pocket. He’ll have to deal with this later.

“My fault. Yeah, I’m in.” He mumbles, doing a quick jog to catch up to the man.

His uncle’s lips quirk into a smirk, a heavy hand coming down to clap Miles’ back and squeeze his shoulder.

“My man. Aight, let’s roll.”

— Your POV —

8:05 PM

You: i’m deadass. don’t call my phone.

You watch closely as the three dots bubble at the bottom left corner of your screen, an indicator that he was typing. But instead, a quiet scoff slips from your mouth when they disappear, your shoulders slumping in disappointment at the word that appears below your last message.

Seen

You angrily toss your phone onto your bed, bottom lip quivering when you catch a glance at yourself in the mirror when you walk by. You’d gotten dressed up all nice just for him, because you knew the chance of him being free for a night to take you out was rare. You’d started your makeup early just to make sure he wouldn’t have to wait outside for you while you finished, and you’d even styled your hair the way you knew he liked. All for nothing.

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your purse to the ground, heading to your bathroom to undo all your work. You washed all the makeup off your face, the act feeling more humiliating than ever when you remembered why you’d even put it on in the first place. To feel pretty for someone who barely even showed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, hastily reaching back over to check your phone just one more time. Maybe he was thinking of what to say, and that’s why he’d left you on seen.

Seen 25 minutes ago

Maybe not.

You hated crying. And more than anything you were tired of doing it, especially when broken promises were the cause of your wasted tears. Your evening was basically wasted, and you weren’t in the mood to do anything else anyway, so you decided that you’d call it a night and head to bed early. You slipped on some comfy sleep shorts, tying your hair up for the night before grudgingly tugging a large t-shirt over your head. Your brow perked up at the scent that wafted past your nostrils, and pinching the shirt with your forefinger and thumb, you brought the fabric to your nose and immediately caught a whiff of Miles’ cologne. You then realized you’d put on a shirt you stole from him a while back, and the way your heart fluttered made you even more upset than you already were. You brushed it off to the best of your ability and crawled into bed, trying your hardest to keep your sniffling to a minimum as you pulled your blankets over your shoulder.

____

As soon as he’d gotten the job done and his Uncle gave him the okay to dip, Miles’ feet were moving at the speed of light down the stairwell. And while he had sort of rushed the plays he made with some of the city’s goons, he just had to pray that all his Uncle’s money was in the banded wad of cash he returned with, or it would be his ass.

Skipping a few steps he hopped down onto the platform before the next set, checking his phone for the time simultaneously.

10:15 PM

“Damn.” He groaned, pushing through the doors, cool wind hitting his face. Once he reached his motorcycle he shoved his helmet over his head, hopped on, and sped off with a “skrrrt”.

He sped through the streets carelessly, something you definitely would’ve scolded him for had you been riding on the back of his bike with him, with your arms tight around his waist to hold on like you always did. He bobbed and weaved through cars, lane splitting between a few of them and he may have even ran a red, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. All he could focus on was that you said you were “done”, whatever the hell that meant, and he was adamant on making sure you weren’t.

____

You didn’t know when you’d dozed off, three steady knocks, a fourth one after a pause hitting against your window, resulting in your eyes snapping open at the disruption. You sat up on your mattress, the ball of your hand rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you peered across the room. Once they adjusted in the darkness and you recognized the familiar, lanky body of your boyfriend standing outside on the fire escape, the events of just two hours ago played over in your mind like a record.

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed and swung your legs over the side of your bed, pushing yourself onto your feet. Miles watched as you sleepily trudged over to the window, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, head slightly lowered and tilted to the side, as if he were already apologizing before you’d even made it to him.

Hooking your fingers underneath the edge of your window, with a quiet grunt you pulled it up, effectively lifting the barrier between your bodies. You instantly felt your yearning for him come back full force, and wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms, but you restrained. Your eyes met his, the cool night air breezing into your room, and his heart clenched. Somehow he was able to feel the coolness in your demeanor, yet the cold weather hadn’t bothered him at all.

He was the first to speak.

“Hola, Mami.” He sized you up once, taking notice of your eyes that were slightly puffy from crying.

His voice was like silk to your ears, alluring and confident, almost hypnotizing, and it aggravated you that you felt yourself gravitating towards him off two simple words.

“Why are you here, Miles?” You sighed, arms slapping at your sides in exasperation.

He looked slightly taken aback, chin lifting a bit as if you’d asked something completely outlandish.

“What you mean why I’m here? You my girl, shit, this my crib too.” He shrugged, so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. You wondered if it had even been him texting you earlier.

“You left me on seen, remember? Stood me up, too?” Your head cocked to the side to match the attitude in your tone, brows raising at him. What excuse would he use this time?

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling heavily before he spoke up again.

“I was… busy. Look, my bad, okay? You gon’ let me in or what? Ian come all the way over here to stand outside.” He demanded with a gesture towards the opening, his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight and thawing the ice that’d been temporarily encased around your heart. There was the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips, because he already knew the answer.

Your lips pursed and you stepped to the side, a laggard arm stretched out beside you, silently granting him access to your room.

He stepped through the window frame and you closed it after him, his hands folding around the collar then the hem of his jacket as he adjusted it and turned towards you.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Miles. It isn’t fair.” You mumbled, hating the way your voice split your words.

His head dipped to the side a bit as he took in your solemn expression and the way your gaze was cast to the floor, as if you were trying to contain your tears. He wasn’t the best at this, he knew that, and showing affection effectively really wasn’t his strong suit. He usually made it up to you by bringing you a few hundreds he’d made from a deal, paired with some roses he’d picked up on the way to your house at the last second— but you both knew paper and flowers wouldn’t fix it this time.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” He said, reaching for your hand to bring you close and grateful when your eyes finally lifted to lock onto his, although seeing them tear-filled wrapped him in a deep-seated emotion he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Miles rarely said he was sorry. If ever. Did he apologize? Yes, but it was usually a ‘my bad’ or a ‘my fault’, or some other term that’d get the point across without him have to use too much emotion. Hearing the words ‘I’m sorry’ from him was an anomaly, it happened once in a blue moon, so this time you knew he really meant it. In your heart you knew he meant it, but that didn’t stop the tear you’d been trying to keep at bay from rolling down your cheek.

His thumb caught the tear almost instantly, swiping it from the soft of your skin. It didn’t belong there, and he hated to be the reason why you were crying in the first place.

“Where do you disappear to, Miles?” You sniffled.

He sighed, glancing back over at the window. He considered telling you the truth, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m just tryna keep you safe, ma.”

“You always say that!” You squeaked, making sure to keep your voice down, you had technically snuck him in. You ripped your hand from his grasp, turning your face away from him as another tear fell. “Do you not trust me or something? Is that it?”

“Of course I trust you,” His eyebrows knit together at your question and he stole your hand from your side again.

“So why can’t you tell me?” You pleaded, eyes big and glossy.

“I just-“ He paused. “I can’t let you get hurt. The shit I do…” You watched as he hesitated, like even speaking about the subject pained him. “It ain’t good.” He swallowed, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I’ll be damned if I put you in the middle of my shit. I love you… okay?” He moved closer to you, and when you turned from him once again he brought your face right back to his, this time with both his hands. He wasn’t going to let you go, and while Miles was rough around the edges, and seemingly devoid of any emotion other than anger or resentment for the world—he always handled you with care.

“I love you, Y/n, I put that on everything. I’ll burn this whole world down for you, you hear me? Don’t think I won’t.” He stared into your eyes longingly, intent on making sure you didn’t just hear every word, but that you understood them, too.

You couldn’t help but lean into his hand, your own coming up to hold at his wrist as you inhaled shakily and gave him a bleak nod.

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear you say it.

“Do you understand?” He articulated his words, bringing his head down slightly to match your height a bit more.

“I understand.” You said softly, looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze fell to his lips. He took that as his sign, leaning forward and bringing you into a kiss.

You melted into him immediately, like you always did, eyes fluttering closed as your lips moved against his, and as his hands fell to your hips to pull you in closer, like they always did.

You broke the kiss for air, your hand resting on his bicep and your lips ghosting his as you spoke, as you shared the same breath. “I love you too…” You breathed, standing on your toes.

“Good,” You felt him grin before he pulled away, his hand pinching your chin to make you look at him. “Cause you not leaving me, ever. I can’t let no one else have you, Mami, you know that.” He cooed.

You felt heat flush your cheeks, a smile you couldn’t hide finally spreading on your face.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You answered, chewing at your bottom lip. “Can you stay?” You whispered, eyes shifting between his hopefully as you awaited his answer.

“Ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, piping up again before you could get disappointed. “What about your moms?”

“She sleeps in on the weekends, you just gotta be outta here by nine. Please, pa?” You whined, already reaching for his hands.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, having to look away from the adorable look on your face. He tried to remain in denial of the fact that he was so deep in love with you he could hardly think sometimes, let alone say no, but he was failing. Miserably.

“Of course I’ll stay, mi amor.”

Your expression lit up, a toothy smile brightening your features as he let you lead him to your bed.

He made sure to remove his shoes before he laid down, settling on his back. He extended his arm out to you as he tucked the other behind his head, motioning for you to join him with his fingers.

You crawled into his open embrace, getting comfortable on top of his chest and nuzzling your head under his chin. You began to feel drowsy the second he wrapped his arm around you, a yawn leading your eyes to water. His hand slowly moved from where it was resting on your back, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his skin against yours comforting to you. His large hand rubbed up and down the expanse of your back, the tips of his fingers drawing lines along your spine— you always fell asleep easier when he did that. You listened to the steady beating of his heart, fingers idly toying with the gold chain he kept around his neck.

“I’m really sorry I ain’t make it tonight. I know you prolly got all pretty for me n’shit… and I wish I got to see it, but that’s on me.” He grumbled. He’d beat himself up over this for a while.

“S’okay.” You say it is, but he knows it’s not. He knows better. “I missed you.” Your quiet voice murmured from below him as you scooted in impossibly closer.

His jaw tensed as he stared up at your ceiling, a deep breath from his diaphragm raising you a little bit with his chest, and lowering you as he released it. “I know.” His response was hushed, and as sleep continued creeping in, you wondered if you’d imagined it.

But when you felt a long, drawn-out kiss press to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, you knew it was real. The last thing you heard before you dozed off was his voice, mellow and gentle as he assured you.

“Ima do better, mama. I promise, for real this time.”

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[dee-morris]

Crackish Theory

but not really but maybe? Let me work through my thoughts and then you help me decide how serious I am.

I had a Shower Thought today about this ask.

"Never quite as good as he likes to maintain." Neil has also said that Crowley is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his Fall, and we know from the show that his story keeps changing. He sauntered vaguely downwards, he did a million light year freestyle, he only asked questions but he also rode into battle during the War. Hm.

My initial thought was that his memory had been fucked with, and he genuinely doesn't know. And this could still be true, probably is true, but I was scrubbing conditioner of of my eyes this afternoon and just started to wonder if Crowley actually did something Bad to get the boot?

I don't think I've ever seen anyone suggest this before, which is INTERESTING. We've collectively agreed that he's just a sad wet cat who would never hurt anyone, but my niblings in Christ, he turned a bunch of paintball guns into real rifles bc he thought it was funny. (I'm convinced that the only reason he made sure nobody died was the Look Aziraphale gave him.) Muh point izzz, what if he committed an act of sabotage in the course of investigating or poking around or building a suggestion box or whatever he did to get answers that pissed off the Metatron?

Or maybe he was a spy. Remember his Bond fixation? Maybe he worked undercover for Lucifer bc he was promised answers that the Almighty wasn't giving up. Once you let go of the idea that he's just a wee soft boi who only asked questions with big sad Puss in Boots eyes, the possibilities are endless.

As are the fic ideas. I think I've got enough material here to keep me entertained until filming starts, at least.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Call Her Daddy (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack goes on the Call Her Daddy podcast and of course has to talk about his wife

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Jack, it's about damn time you showed up for an episode of my podcast.” Alex said after the both of them sat down and got comfortable where the podcast recording would take place.

“What can I say? I'm a busy man. And it's good to be here.”

“Definitely busy seeing as you just recently put a total of three babies in your wife, but we'll get to that later. We're focusing on you, first.”

“Look, I can't help it if my wife is fine as hell. Might as well go hard or go home.” He replied while shrugging and of course Alex laughed.

“Don't worry, you'll get to talk about how much you love your wife in due time because we know that’s a running theme with you. But first, I want to know more about Jack Harlow. Did you always want to be a rapper? And where did that drive come from?”

“Always wanted to be one and I remember selling my CD's back in middle school. My mom was a heavy influence on that and she would freestyle with me in the car when she would drive me to like soccer practice and different things like that.”

“That's so cute and adorable that your mom influenced you. Now when people think of rap, Kentucky isn't really the first place people think of.”

“Not at all and I'm from Louisville and a lot of people don't know that it is literally an entire city. When people hear Kentucky, the first thing that they think of is some back roads country ass shit when it's not.” He answered as he thought about when he first started and some people would tell him that he would never make it out Kentucky let alone Louisville.

“And did a lot of people support you? Or did they try to discourage you? How was that growing up there?”

“It was about half and half. A lot of people were confident that I was going to make something of myself, but others weren’t. But I’ve been serious about this shit from day one and it’s slowly but surely paying off. My girl wouldn’t let me quit for nothing even if sometimes I wanted to.”

“Now, what were you like in high school? Were you the popular jock, the nerd, part of the science club? Did the girls fall out over you?” Alex asked while getting comfortable in her chair and adjusting.

“I mean I always had friends and I wasn’t the one who would be stuffed into lockers or some shit. Like with certain things people knew not to mess with me. And it always seemed like girls always liked me, but when I set my eyes on one, that was it. It was a done deal. We weren’t even together yet and people knew that she was mine and they would respect it.”

“So, I want to ask you since you said that about people knowing that she was your girl and respecting it. Now we are talking about the First Lady, correct?”

“The fucking one and only. Had my eyes on her ever since I was fourteen.”

“A little birdie told me about you hiding a boy’s clothes after gym was over because he liked her and wouldn’t leave her alone? Not baby Jack getting jealous.” Alex said while laughing and Jack soon joined in along with her.

“Look, he asked for it and I didn’t have a problem with him after that. Like dude get the fuck away from my girl.”

“And what did she do when she found out?”

“She never found out until we moved to Atlanta after we graduated so she had absolutely no idea. But, she definitely got on my ass. But she’s not so innocent either, but you’ll have to ask her about that.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the next person I need to have on here. Now what is the album that you think is your best work or the one that you are most proud of?”

“Hmm, Jackman hands down. No features, just me talking and getting my feelings out. I was able to be home in Louisville with my wife for about a year and a half and I took that time to reset and get my mind right because a lot of shit had been going on and happening around us and I felt that it was important for me to do that, but now we’re back to making the catchy shit that people can really vibe to and feel good music so I’m excited for this new era.”

“Lovin’ On Me! Now I am loving your new song and I notice that it says I don't like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down. So no whips and chains in the Harlow household?”

“I… look I have a story about that. It’s not the fact that there’s absolutely none because at one point in time there was.”

“Damn, do I need popcorn for this because I feel like I need popcorn for this.” Alex added while busting out laughing.

“So, I tie her up, blindfold her, we got the nipple clamps, all that shit, and I handcuff myself to her to get her to stop moving and I lost the key in the process. So, she notices that I get quiet and she’s freaking out asking me what’s wrong and when I finally tell her she’s like call Urban. He’s our best friend who lived with us at the time and he has seen some wild shit and I know he’s so fucking tired of us. So with my free hand, I use my phone to call him and he comes and sees what the situation is, finds the key and leaves us there and goes to sleep because we had woken him up and he was pissed. So he just left us there until the morning.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT! But, was it really a punishment though? Handcuffed to your wife so I can imagine a few more rounds came after that?” Alex asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“More than a few.”

“Now talk to me about the other wild shit that he has seen.” 

All Jack did was hang his head as he busted out laughing.

“I… I don’t even know where to fucking start. Urb is always getting pulled into the middle of shit that he absolutely had nothing to do with.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now, how do you feel about choking?”

“Anything she wants, I will do it. Nothing is off limits for her. I admit that it’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if it’s going to make her orgasm faster, I’m all for it. She definitely comes first. Pun intended.”

“Oh, so you’re all about putting her needs first in the bedroom?”

“And in life, that’s my baby and her needs and wants are always going to be met. Been doing that since we were fifteen when we were officially together.”

“Now you said nothing is off limits when it comes to her, so she’s just like ‘babe, let me peg you’.”

“No, absolutely not, no one is sticking anything up my ass. I love my wife through and through, but no. That’s a little too much for me. Come on Alex, I’m not that adventurous, my lyrics literally say ‘I’m vanilla baby’.”

“Well, I might have put an idea in your head that you’ll want to try with her later.”

“Nope.”

“Favorite sex position?”

“Do you…. Do you not know what they call me?” Jack curiously asked her in disbelief.

“No, what do they call you?”

“Missionary Jack.”

“Please shut up because literally no one calls you that, you call yourself that.”

“I swear that’s what they call me!”

“And who gave you that nickname?”

“If it was someone other than my wife then that’s a problem. She’s called me that since forever.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s underrated on so many levels. I swear my triplets were conceived in missionary. Because here’s my thing, I’m face to face with her, at one point her ankles are going to be behind her head or on top of my shoulders and I’m going the fuck in.”

“Well damn, what’s her favorite position? I’m going to get her on here, but I want to hear it from you.”

“She likes to think that she’s in control, so she likes to ride me. But she knows who runs this shit. My kids aren’t the only ones who call me daddy.” Jack responded while smirking and all Alex did was playfully roll her eyes.

“Your wife is going to get you for that one and I’m going to let her have at it.”

“Yeah that’s how it all starts and it’ll end with me fucking her brains out like it always does.”

“You’re going to be in for it when this is over. Hmm, kinks?”

“I love praising her because I know it makes her reach her peak faster, but definitely a spit kink.”

“OH! TELL ME MORE! I am intrigued!”

“Alex, you are funny as shit.”

“I’m serious! Out with it.”

“Spitting in her mouth and watching her swallow it.”

“Are you sure you’re as vanilla as you say you are, because? Yeah I’m going to need wifey here to get her perspective. Do you think she’s ever faked an orgasm while you were in her? Would you be able to tell?”

“I know her body inside and out and she better not do that shit and have me find out about it. But, I don’t think she has.”

“Hand jobs, blow jobs?”

“Fuck yeah, I love me a good hand job or blow job.”

“Craziest place that you’ve gotten one or had sex period?”

“On a plane to Australia. We thought everyone was asleep, but of course everyone except Urb. This was what I meant when he is always getting caught in the middle of some shit that has nothing to do with him. It was difficult because I’m so tall, but we made it work.”

“What would an erotic vacation look like for you?”

“Definitely fucking her brains out non stop in some tropical ass location. We’re not leaving our room for the entire time that we’re there.”

“Ooohh, now if you could have sex in any location in the world, where would it be?”

“Hmm, I never really thought about it. Maybe some exotic ass shit like behind a waterfall or something. But, I was also thinking the white house lawn because I don’t mind an audience.”

“NOT THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN!”

“YOU ASKED!” 

“Have you ever had or thought about trying tantric sex?”

“I’ve never really thought much about it, but I would have to do my research. If wifey wants it, I’m down.”

“She really does wear the pants in your relationship, huh?”

“Alex, like I said before, you’re funny and no she doesn’t.”

“I literally do not think that anyone will agree with you. If I were to do a poll right now, everyone will probably say that she does.”

“I let her think that she does.”

“Mmm hmm, sure. Now what is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

“I don’t even know since I’m pretty adventurous when it comes to it and not many things are off limits.”

You had just gotten to the hotel that Jack was staying at while he was filming for his episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast when you decided to surprise him. He had been going non stop since the release of his new single and getting ready to go on The Kentucky Tour. 

Of course Urban was with him and sent you a text saying that he was almost done and you promptly took a quick shower and slipped on one of Jack’s favorite lingerie sets which happened to be black and purple. You threw on your black silk robe in case you got cold and simply laid out on the bed and played on your phone waiting for your husband. 

You had fallen asleep waiting for him when you felt him reach down and place a kiss on your lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” He playfully asked as he was now kneeling on the bed in front of you and playing with the ties on your black silk robe.

“I wanted to surprise my husband since he’s been working so hard and I figured you would want a little time to have me to yourself.” You answered while motioning for him to lean down so that you could kiss him which he quickly did.

As Jack deepened the kiss, he took the opportunity to undo your robe and took in the sight of you in front of him.

“A sight that I can never get tired of seeing.”

He started to kiss down your neck when you lightly pushed him away from you and flipped the two of you over as you went to undo his pants and slide down his boxer briefs.

“Last night on the phone with you wasn’t enough and I decided that I wanted you in my mouth as soon as possible.”

The night before, Jack was complaining about missing you so just like you had done many times before, you gave him a show which ended up with him cumming multiple times as he watched you. 

Jack had now tossed his shirt to the other side of the room and you had gotten his boxer briefs completely off before taking him in your mouth painfully slow making him grab the back of your head and buck his hips towards you.

“Baby, do not fucking tease me right now. All I basically did was talk about how good I fuck you in that podcast and we need to get to it before I fucking bust. This shit is starting to hurt and take that lingerie off.” Jack whined as you were making yourself comfortable.

Before taking him back in your mouth, you did as you were told.

“Patience, my love. You know that I’m always going to make it worthwhile.” You answered him as you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth and your eyes began to water as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You were taking your slow sweet time and even though Jack was getting annoyed, he was in entirely too much pleasure to say anything at the moment knowing that when he finally did cum in your mouth that it would be worth it.

“Ahh fuck. Come on baby, go a little faster than that.” Jack pleaded with you, but then you took him out of your mouth and went to the edge of the bed and laid down upside down.

“Get over here and face fuck me then.” You said while giggling and Jack wasted no time getting in front of you and sliding himself back into your mouth while throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiiiit.”

Jack had now taken a hold of both sides of your face and began moving in and out of your mouth as you reached down to play with your clit knowing that if he saw you playing with yourself that he would cum faster.

“Come on baby, open that pretty mouth of yours wider for me. You can take more of me, you’re doing such a good job.”

You did as you were told and inserted two fingers while still continuing to play with your clit with the opposite hand as you felt the spit from your mouth leaking down the sides of it.

“You playing with your pussy for me? Add another finger for daddy.” 

Listening to Jack, you added another finger as he reached down to spit on your clit which made you increase the pace of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but to moan while Jack was still in your mouth and knew that you were going to reach your peak soon.

And as if right on cue, you heard Jack.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightly held onto you as you hit your peak and felt the cum shooting down your throat and out the sides of your mouth, but you continued sucking him off not showing him any mercy.

“Hold on!”

You shook your head no as you continued to move him in and out of your mouth, but finally let up when you felt another load shoot into your mouth and quickly swallowed it. Jack slightly moved away from you as you sat up and turned around to face him smirking.

“Wait until I get your ass for doing that.” Was all he said as you reached up to kiss him. You caught him off guard as you reached down and slowly began to jerk him off when he broke the kiss and looked down at you.

“Get your ass to the top of the bed and spread your legs so I have enough room.”

You moved until you reached the top as Jack hovered over you and simply looked down at you to admire you.

“What, babe?” You asked as you were now beginning to shy away from him, but all he did was lightly grab your face and kiss you.

“Nothing, it’s just my wife is so gorgeous and I’m about to have her screaming at the top of her lungs with how good I’m about to make her feel.” He answered as he began to rub small circles along your clit and reached down to kiss you while slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you least expected it, he slowly entered you making you gasp against his lips which he quickly quieted you with another kiss as he began to move.

“Look at my pretty girl taking this dick.”

Jack then lifted your legs so that they were on the top of his shoulders and began pounding into you making you gasp as he caught you in another kiss.

“Shiiiit.” Was all you could mutter as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck as both of your noses were touching.

As Jack continued to keep the same pace, he kept his eyes on you and simply smirked.

“Open your mouth.”

You felt warm liquid slide down the back of your throat as he continued to move and place small kisses along your breasts.

On your right breast, he placed a small kiss and bit down and continued to suck on the same spot as you were letting out a series of curses and whimpers.

That was going to leave a mark, but you would deal with that later.

Jack then reached down to play with your clit and he quickly went to suck on your other breast knowing that he would have you come undone in front of him in less than a minute.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jack then felt a rush of warm liquid hit the bottom part of his stomach and smirked as he reached up to kiss you.

As you were slowing down your breathing, Jack continued to rub small circles along your clit while kissing down your neck.

Once you felt that you recovered enough, you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube that you had brought and handed it to Jack as you moved to get on all fours. 

All he did was smirk at you before opening the bottle as you were making yourself comfortable in front of him.

You had only done anal a handful of times, but you found yourself wanting it more and more lately and of course, Jack wasn’t opposed.

“Baby, remember you have to relax so I can get in easier.” You heard him say as he was getting ready behind you.

“Yes, I know.” You softly answered as you felt the tip.

Jack noticed he was meeting resistance so he added more lube and had you arch your back a little bit more before trying again.

He was moving in slowly and didn’t hear anything from you which had him concerned and he simply stopped.

“Baby, you okay? You aren’t saying anything.”

“I’m fine, just keep going.”

After a few minutes, he was fully in and gave you a minute to adjust and made sure that you were okay.

“You ready for me to move?”

All you did was nod towards him as you felt him moving in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re doing so good for me baby. Arch your back a tiny bit more.”

Complying, you slowly but surely started to notice how good it felt as Jack reached down and you felt him insert what felt like a vibrator in you. 

You had no idea when he had time to get it, but you weren’t in any way, shape, or form complaining. 

“Babeee, oh fuck.”

“Got a new toy to use on you.”

Between the vibrator and Jack pleasuring you, you felt your legs begin to get weak and the perfect arch that you had once had was forgotten as you were trying to hold yourself up.

Jack noticed this and instead of turning the vibrator down and decreasing his pace, he did the opposite and turned it up while increasing his pace making you scream out.

“Baby…. Mmm… fuck I can’t…”

“Yes you can and you will, arch your back for me. Such a good girl.”

Jack reached down to play with your clit and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out as he slid out and released all over your back.

He then slid the vibrator out of you as you collapsed on your stomach and reached down to kiss your neck.

“You okay, down there? You were so good for me.”

You let out something of a groan letting him know that you were okay and he instantly laughed while sliding off the bed and pulling you by the ankles so that you were at the end of the bed and Jack was on his knees.

“Get on your knees for me because we are nowhere near done.”

This made you do a double take as you looked back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were about to come all this way and I wasn’t going to taste my wife’s pussy, did you? Spread them damn legs.”

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[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

My asks are currently shut but if you want to be added to my taglist, do let me know! And if you liked it, please reblog and like! :)

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Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

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[maraudersmyloves]

Hi, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe write about bada and reader being secretly married and reader is apart of Bebe and just how they would be on swf2? Maybe even if reader has a small injury while preparing for the K-pop mission?

Thank you in advance if you choose to write this 🩵

thank you for this lovely request i hope you like it<33

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pairing: Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: my Bad English, twisted foot, unedited, a bit angsty

Word count: ca. 900

Disclaimer: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

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PS: I changed some stuff: In this, you don't get to choose the song you have to freestyle too.

Being on Street Woman Fighter has proven to be more difficult than you thought and not for the reason you expected.

You were nervous about battling for the first time but Bada helped you train to freestylie a bit. And kissed you a lot trying to help you train to freestyle, but still, it helped you calm down.

Until now.

Bada is massaging your shoulders and shaking you around, “you’ve got this. You’re the most talented person here.” She gives you an encouraging smile, her eyes flicker down to your lips for just a second. You turn away quickly to make sure you don’t lean in to kiss her.

It feels unnatural to deny her a kiss in a non-joking manner. 

You’re facing Downy when Love Shot by Exo starts playing, it’s a fairly easy and slow song the problem is going to be changing up your moves enough and that on the spot. 

As soon as you start dancing you stop thinking, you’re just feeling.

When the music stops you have no idea if you did well the only thing you hear is Bada screaming and cheering making you smile incredibly hard.

All three judges vote for you.

Obviously battling isn’t what you should’ve been worrying about.

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The problem is how little one-on-one time you get with Bada. On the breaks, the most you get is a quick kiss in the bathroom. No long talking or cuddling, mostly you’re not talking at all.

Before going on you two agreed to keep contact to a minimum since recently more people started believing you guys are more than just “Group Members and Roommates.” You are. Obviously. But they can’t know you two are happily married. No one can. 

When you get home you’re too tired and grumpy to even talk, just falling into bed while Bada is still thriving on the adrenaline, walking around and dancing at night. That however causes her to be grumpy in the morning after not getting enough sleep. The only time you are both feeling great cameras are on you. It’s truly tiring.

But you’re pushing through and it can be so much fun, hanging out with your friends all day every day is a good distraction but it can’t soothe the ache in your heart every time you have to deny yourself simple, domestic, affection with your wife.

You’re all tense as Bada gets more annoyed the more the group fucks up. Usually, you would easily go up to her and calm her down but you’re unsure of how much you can do on camera. You make a fist to stop yourself from reaching out every time she gets that one annoyed look in her eye. She does it again and you decide to speak up. “Bada?”

She only replied with a hum. You sigh stepping closer, “Maybe we should take a break after the next one, yeah?” Bada doesn’t look at you as she shakes her head slightly and whispers “Practice makes perfect,” before turning around smiling. She claps once. “Okay guys, let’s try this again!”

You smile back weakly and get into your position. Everything is going surprisingly well, you have some mistakes but all in all, it goes well.

Tatter has to do the stunt now, she trips up at the landing and bumps into you causing you to twist your foot weirdly when you’re catching yourself. You let out a cry at the sting of pain shooting through your foot. You hear gasps around you. Someone is wrapping their Arms around you to help you stand. You put your foot down out of reflex and wince.

Your eyes are closed and you yelp as you get picked up bridal style. You open your eyes to look at Bada who quickly goes to the couch in the back of the room and lays you down. She kneels next to you and gently takes your face in her hands, seemingly looking for injuries.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? Y/N?” She looks so worried, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down. You chuckle, “I'm fine Bada, don’t worry.” She sighs, letting her arms fall, and laying her head on your stomach. “No you’re not, I overworked everyone and ended up hurting you.”

You sit up and brush through Bada’s hair. “You didn’t hurt anybody, I slipped. It happens. It barely hurts anymore!”

Bada looks up, her chin still lying on your stomach, smiling slightly, her eyes a bit watery, “promise?”

You nod smiling back.

Bada stands up and turns to the group “How about we stop for today.”

The others exhale and some slightly laugh at their whipped leader. As Lusher and Tatter walk out of the room and pass Bada they coo at her and in the back Minah pretends to faint into Sowoen's arms, “Oh Y/N I would do anything for you!”

You giggle and Bada playfully glares at you, it’s so comfortable that all the stress of the past weeks flows right out of you. You stand up with very little pain and tug at Bada’s arm “Let’s get home.” She pulls you against her and kisses the top of your head, giggling without real reason.

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[katyawriteswhump]

Freestyle love (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22 prompt, Sports AU.

Nobody ever wanted Eddie Munson on their swim squad, and uni competition was no different. Until Steve Harrington decided to play by the rules.

WC: 966. Rating: T.

CW: none really. Tags: Enemies to lovers, whump, university/college AU.

***

"Munson's freestyle times smash half the teams.'" Steve pushed his wet hair from his eyes, double-checked the stopwatch. “He’s in."

"That science geek pond-scum?” asked Steve's swim co-captain, standing with him beside the pool. "No way. You read the numbers backwards again, Harrington?"

"Shut up. I’m calling this one."

When Steve broke the news, Munson pulled off his swim-cap and a mass of dark, damp hair tumbled out. “One of your teammates said my tats automatically disqualify me,” said Munson.

“That’s bullshit.” Steve actually found Munson’s freaky tattoos bizarrely compelling. Oh, and the body beneath—all lean rope-like muscle, not massive shoulders, but a decent swimmer’s physique. “We need you. You beat most of the sports scholarship guys.”

“I know.” Munson shrugged. “And you can take my place on your dumb squad and stuff it up their buttholes.”

“What the heck, man? Why did you trial, if you don’t want in?”

“To show you over-privileged frat-house dicks you ain’t special. I qualify every year—you’re just the first knucklehead to notice. Anyhooo.” He poked his tongue out stupidly. Steve planted his hands on his hips and couldn’t glare harder. “I’m off to Who Soc.”

“What Soc?”

Munson’s shoulder clipped Steve’s as he passed—possibly an accident, but he nearly toppled Steve into the pool.

“Screw you, man! Crawl back to your den of Satanist freaks, like I care.”

“Yeah?” Munson poked out his tongue again, wiggled his fingers. “Hexing you, Harrington. Oooooh, bet you’re pissing yourself.”

***

Eddie had simply been getting one back for the little guys, against all those over-pumped numbskulls. 

He still felt bad when he heard what happened at the inter-state semis—some moron dived into the pool on top of Harrington in the shallow end, breaking his leg.

It bugged Eddie. So much he wound up visiting Steve at the hospital.

When Eddie sidled into Steve’s room, Steve’s pale face—peeking from behind his plastered leg in traction—said it all: What the heck?

“Hey,” mumbled Eddie. “Guess I’m the last person you expected.”

“On my list of expected visitors, you were somewhere below Elvis.” Harrington seemed pissed. Also genuinely bewildered.

He was still sexy as hell.

Especially now Eddie couldn’t find it in his cold, metal-loving heart to hate the guy. Mmmm, and was it kinda wrong to wanna lick those well-muscled arms, and picture him shirtless… even when Harrington glowered at him from a hospital bed?

Eddie raised his palms in half-hearted surrender. “I owe you an explanation. I’ve been doing swim trials since Middle School. My time is always good—the place I grew up in was right by a lake—yet nobody ever gave me my place on the squad before. This face never fits.” He gurned a silly grin. “Then you went and flew in the face of all the laws in the universe and offered me ‘in.’ I guess it... blew me away.”

“I was only following the goddamn rules.” Steve grumpily puffed his flatter-than-usual hair from his eyes.

“Yeah, and I was a dick, and the Hex thing was dumb. I didn’t really… you know…”

“I don’t blame you for my stupid accident.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a complete moron. I'm scraping a pass in English Lit, okay?” As the atmosphere softened, Eddie shuffled nearer Steve’s bed. “Good job. Who's gonna keep me here on a sports scholarship now?”

“Sorry, man.”

“Jesus, it’s not your fault!” Up close, Harrington looked exhausted, possibly even in pain, with dark smudgy shadows around his eyes. “You know, you can do something to make this less shit.”

Eddie’s heart squeezed oddly—gratefully? “What?”

“Take my place in the squad.” Steve mumbled toward hands clasped in his lap. “I recorded your times, made it official. The place is yours to claim. I'd tell the team myself… if any of them came to visit.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nobody’s got time for a swim co-captain who’ll never swim competitively again.” 

A lump clogged Eddie’s throat. Harrington’s face worked strangely, too… Shit, shit, shit! Eddie reached out, tentatively squeezed Steve’s shoulder. Steve looked up sharply, eyes large and liquid. Damn, the boy was tense.

“That stinks,” said Eddie.

“Yeeeah.” Steve’s laugh was shaky, while Eddie’s mind raced: 

“Dude, I’m in a ton of non-sports societies. D & D, model-making, Who Soc… Uh, maybe not that one for you. I can bring a few of the guys and gals here, see if you get into anything.”

“I don’t need YOU to find me friends.” Harrington’s spikiness proved short-lived. He unleashed a resigned sigh: “Look, man, I’m not exactly in the mood for parties, but… If you wanna come back… that would be cool.”

Suddenly, neither of them could look at each other. Eddie’s face was burning. Could he actually be into me?

“Tho’ if you’re not fresh from swim practice when you arrive, I’m not interested, Munson.”

Eddie hooted: “You blackmailing me?”

“I can play dirty, ya know, buck expectations, too.” Steve went in for the kill. He smiled up at Eddie, a proper, hot-as-hell smile, which reached his too-pretty brown eyes. 

Is he hitting on me?!? Eddie gawked like a goldfish.

“See you tomorrow?”

***

On the day of the national finals, Steve watched from the stands. When Eddie slammed home for victory on the final leg of the freestyle relay, Steve was on his feet—okay, propped by his crutches—cheering his head off.

As soon as Eddie could get away, he clambered, wet and dripping, through to the rear of the stands and planted an even wetter kiss on Steve's lips. Steve threw his arms around his boyfriend. It was great to finally be with somebody to whom only the real things in life mattered. 

"Love you, Champ," he whispered in Eddie’s ear.

"Love you, too." Eddie kissed him again.

Victory had never felt so hot.

***

Thanks for reading :) Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

[sopuu]

hi !!! i wanted to know if you have a few tips on how you do your poses ? im not the greatest at them and want to see what others have to offer ^v^''

also , i absolutely ADORE your art ! it motivates me a lot

first of all thank you sm!! poses are literally my favourite thing to plan out so ill try my best to explain ghdfskl

so i usually break the body shape down like this

the body is basically like a 2-part rectangle which i can push in whatever direction i want to lead the pose- i like to exaggerate the shape to emphasise the uhh force of that push ig? i just play around with it until i get the energy i want

for idle/straight on poses i try to make them seem like they're doing something so that the pose forms more of a trapezium than a stiff rectangle, let the characters have some fun!

at this stage i don't really mind if the anatomy isn't completely accurate since i can fix that at the lineart/2nd sketch, im just focusing on getting the flow down so i let my lines be loose, just as long as i know which limb goes where then im good

also back poses!! most of the time you see the front of the character so drawing the back can be refreshing for me :) they flow just as well as the front ones too!

the same pose can be drawn in different angles- sometimes i put down a (very freestyled) perspective grid to define the space around the character and see where they can stand, and imagine a floating camera depending on where i want the focal point to be

you also don't really need to fret about following the grid to a T, just as long as they look grounded and the angle seems right

i like to slap down a few random grids to see how the character can interact with them, and they don't even need to be touching the character- they're just guidelines after all

for me i think of poses with a main line of action and a secondary contrasting motion (though sometimes one main line is enough), the second line adds a little flair and weight while the main is what you see at first glance

use references also! i can't emphasise that enough!! there's always pinterest or (especially for action poses) fight scenes from storyboards or from the finished film, which i love looking through frame-by-frame bc the keyframes and in-betweens are gold mines for inspiration- lego monkie kid is one of my go-to's for high energy poses!

aand that's all i got for now, hope this helps ^_^

[luxyue]

knife boots — part i.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

masterlist

➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ quad ❞ any four revolution jump

i. this is why they say don't meet your idols

the wednesday 6:00 am session is the best, in xiao's opinion. there's usually nobody there, maybe shenhe and occasionally ganyu or keqing. it's specifically reserved for international competitors, so everyone knows their way around the ice—including how to stay out of each other's way. xiao can run through his program as many times as he needs, without popping a jump just because an inexperienced skater got in his way. 

not that he pops his jumps very often. or at all. he might fall sometimes (no, he doesn't), but if he starts one, he'll see it through no matter what.

it's now 6:31 am, and xiao finishes working on his step sequences. he moves on to freestyle, deciding the rest of the session will be spent on jumps. maybe just a spin or two at the end if he has time.

he starts with his triple salchow. the first triple he learned, just like everybody else does, and it has been loyal to him ever since. running through the rest of his triples is a formula that's stuck to him like glue. toe loop. loop. flip. lutz. axel. then repeat, but as quads this time. easy as pie. all goes well, and he's about to do the final one, his quad lutz.

that is, until you walk in.

with a slam, he falls hard. literally.

zhongli glances over with slight concern, before going back to converse with you.

no, it's not that your looks particularly catch his eye or anything. of course not. but it's you, y/n l/n. someone nobody has seen or heard from in three whole years. what are you doing here of all places, with his coach no less?

whatever, he thinks, deciding to mind his own business considering there's only 5 minutes left on this session. ice time is expensive. 

but it's too late, zhongli and him make eye contact.

"ah, xiao! good morning. could you please come here for a second?"

well, it's not like he could say no, so he skates over to the boards, although begrudgingly, where zhongli seemed to be showing you around.

"this is y/n. although i believe you've seen her before, haven't you?"

of course xiao has seen you before. at the grand prix final, then at four continents, and finally at worlds. but that was all three years ago, and he hasn't seen you since.

"i have. a while ago," he responds.

zhongli smiles. "well, you have plenty of time to get acquainted now. y/n will be skating here with us from now on."

skating with—wait, what?

"i thought she skated for snezhnaya?"

"used to. but um, not anymore," you speak up for the first time, and xiao looks over at you, as if seeing you for the first time, finally registering your presence. his brows furrow in confusion. 

"actually, i've invited ms. y/n to skate for liyue this season." zhongli adds for you.

xiao doesn't know what to think of this. how.....strange. snezhnaya wasn't known for letting their best skaters go, after all. "and they allowed it?" xiao asks, the question directed at you.

"allowed would be a generous term to use," you say sheepishly, "but let's just say they didn't have much of a choice."

xiao gives you a look of skepticism, not quite sure what to think, but in the end, chooses to say nothing.

zhongli clears his throat. "ahem, well, i'll leave you two to acquaint yourselves. y/n, feel free to get on the ice at any time." as he leaves, you shoot him a glance that obviously screams help me, but he doesn't notice. typical zhongli.

it's just you and xiao now. great.

xiao used to be your favorite skater of all time. you admired him greatly, not just because of his jumping capability, but because of the grace and artistry he carried himself with. the way he flew across the ice was simply captivating, and every skater would give anything to have his talent and skill. not to mention he's.....insanely attractive.

and now, you finally get to meet your idol in person. just not in the way you expected. 

"i don't know what you're doing here, but in liyue, skating is skating," he says, suddenly breaking the silence.

you look up at him in confusion. "what else would it be?"

"i'm saying we don't need the drama that happens in snezhnaya," he says curtly.

you do understand what he means, and he isn't completely wrong. snezhnaya had built a reputation over the years, known not only for their superb skaters, but for the drama amongst their students and coaches as well. but, to suggest you would cause drama, just because you had represented snezhnaya?

"so the rumors are true," you say.

xiao raises an eyebrow. "what rumors?"

"that you're an ass."

he blinks at you once, and twice, then three times. "what?"

"you're not exactly known for being a ball of sunshine, i mean."

he looks at you as if he can't believe you just spoke to him that way. "and that's not my job. i'm being paid to be a good skater," he says.

"right, i forgot. because you don't have to worry about a good reputation like the rest of us," you murmur.

he narrows his eyes at you. "and what do you mean by that?"

"everyone loves you. nobody would ever write an article about your bad attitude because frankly, your ever-growing fanbase could care less." you refer to xiao's immense fame, both in liyue and the rest of teyvat. there was no discussing figure skating without discussing xiao, because simply put, he was the best anyone had ever seen. 

"i don't need advice from you of all people on that," he says curtly.

wow. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

"you went a single season before you caused one of the biggest scandals of our sport. and now? you're irrelevant. do me a favor and don't walk in here acting like you're better than everyone from now on. last i checked, you haven't won a thing in two years. get over yourself."

xiao steps out of the rink, snaps his skating guards on in two quick motions, and storms off.

...

it's only 7:49 am, but you're done. wiped out. dead. deceased.

you try a triple salchow, the easiest triple jump. you could do it without a thought before. you make your turn as straight as possible, and launch into it—

you fall.

get over yourself.

whatever, salchows were never your favorite anyway.

skipping over toe loops, because who needs those, you move on to triple loop. you have a love-hate relationship with loops, but before your two-year break from the sport they were starting to grow on you.

you fall again.

you haven't won a thing in two years.

nope. no way. xiao's words will not be getting to you. no matter how much you used to idolize him. 

triple flip time. flips are your favorite, so this has to work.

it in fact, does not work.

you're irrelevant.

shaking your head, you get up. it's probably a bad idea, but you go for it anyway.

skating on a backwards outside edge, you draw your foot back and reach, picking into the ice. you spin once, twice—

you went a single season before you caused one of the biggest scandals of our sport.

you slam into the boards.

okay, ouch. that's gonna leave a bruise, and as much as you hate to admit it, xiao's words were eating away at you. they were harsh, yes. but deep down, you knew that everything he said was, in some way, true.

"y/n l/n? is that you?"

lifting yourself off of the ice, you peek your head over the boards and see a boy with fluffy light blue hair and matching eyes in a fascinating shade of blue, full of curiosity.

"oh...hi?" shit, what was his name again? something with a c? ummm—

"i don't know if you really know me....we never formally met, but i'm chongyun," he says quietly.

"chongyun! of course i remember you, you were one of my favorite skaters on junior!" you exclaim.

hearing this, his pale skin turns a deep red. "m-me? really? but you're like, one of the best skaters to ever exist..."

"yeah...well...i only did senior for one season, haha. i don't think that's enough to say i was one of the best," you say sheepishly.

chongyun shakes his head in disagreement. "no way! after all, how many other skaters can land that many triple axels and quads in one program?"

xiao can.

the mention of triple axels and quads makes you flinch.

"sorry...did i say too much?" he lowers his head.

"no, of course not! it's just..." you don't finish.

"what is it?"

"to tell you the truth, i can barely land a triple right now. i've barely touched my skates in the last two years. zhongli agreed to let me skate here, and even represent liyue...but how am i supposed to do that when i can't even land a triple salchow?" the gravity of your situation is hitting you now. your comeback to the sport would not be as easy as you had envisioned.

chongyun seems to think for a moment, processing everything that you just told him. "well...at one point, landing quads was a piece of cake for you. i think that if you can do that, then you can do anything." he looks at you with determination.

you smile. "thanks chongyun. i'll definitely try my best."

after all, what else could you do?

[anantaru]

cw. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ quick diluc freestyle that suddenly came to my mind, i was watching barbie in the twelve dancing princesses as i wrote this, <3 fem! reader

diluc had a love for foreplay that stems from equal amounts of both concern and sweet desire— of course, he loves tasting you, how each flick of his tongue was resounding louder and louder in his ears as you begin to notice the small stretch of his fingers seeking entrance as well.

to him, it was honestly normal to take ones time when making love, and it excites and makes you a little embarrassed whenever he mentions it so bluntly— that there was nothing in this world that could even scratch on how much he loved spending hours on what made you feel good, on what would make your toes curl and fervently squish his head in between your thighs.

you might be wondering what the concern was diluc would cleave to, for that, it was simply that he wanted to make sure you're properly prepared before he slides his cock into you. it's above average, and diluc was aware of that— in fact, he chuckles whenever you'd wiggle your hips into his bulge and called him too big for you.

he also found pleasure in watching you melt under his tender, yet so deliriously intense ministrations as he penetrates you— wanting your thighs to shake around his hips so he could hold on to them, caress them, his tousled bangs sticking on his forehead whenever he kisses from your knee to your upper thigh, never breaking eye contact.

diluc takes you in his arms afterwards, runs his slender fingers down to pull you into his hips before moving forward— ugh, your precious face makes him smile again, you're utterly intoxicating whenever you bite down on your cheeks all nervous but needy, looking at him so sweetly and barely awaiting him to pleasure you.

nevertheless, then comes later and your eyes roll into the back of your skull as diluc grinds the hefty weight of his erection against your plump folds— immediately you get that feeling again, an inkling, one that tells you that he doing this on purpose.

"oh, darling," how he taunts you, "you feel good already?" how he leaves you on edge and completely overwhelmes you before limiting the tempo on his hips again.

but the sounds you'd make were just so beautiful, so cute, so sweet and to die for.

you're a lot more reactive when he gifts you all the attention in this world— making the entire scene a lot more passionate when he gives your thighs little squeezes each time he thrusts into you.

it's all about taking time to diluc ragnvindr, time and a sharp pair of eyes, bringing forth the most out of you was all he had in mind— it practically set his entire body on fire watching you enjoy yourself, it sends the veins in his blood surging all the way to his cock.

until he finds you've had enough of this, then master diluc will spear you open in no time, fill you up in a way that was beyond someone's imagination with fast, deep thrusts of his raw, throbbing cock seeking the precious warmth of your walls.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

Familiar Pt 1

After months of starting and stopping this story, here’s the long awaited first part. 🥰

Summary: Reader decides to release a freestyle that breaks the internet. Her first single ever, produced on her own. Many people aren't thrilled with her because she's too pretty, too thick and too rowdy. Nonsense reasons to hate her because she's herself and authentic. Shuri and Riri the hottest couple and producing duo decide to collaborate with reader. Business and pleasure never hit so good.

Trigger: Angst, Drama, Toxicity, Fighting, Cheating, Drugs and Alcohol use.

Tag list: @lppriceisright @callmewifey @briacreations96 @ilovelulu @doramilaj233 @littlebizcuit @ziayamikaelson @andibecamethestars @6-noir @s0lam33y

-

"Your song is the talk of the internet." Maya says, as you lounge on the sofa in a pair of panties and a cropped tee. You suck on your cherry sweetie as you watch her staring at the comments on her phone.

"I was just talking shit..." You giggle, licking your lips to suck up the flavor.

"Either way, you are talented and now everyone knows what I've always known." Maya smiles, locking her phone and tossing it on the coffee table.

"Yeah?" You toy with the sweetie in your mouth, looking at her pulling her locs into a loose ponytail.

"Co'mere." She says, her southern accent making your insides warm.

"Yuh need fi tawp arrass mi." (You need to stop harassing me) You laugh, as she heads to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. You were fronting, you both knew that as she dried her hands and stalked towards you.

You watched as her hips swayed and you bit your lip. Maya was attractive, beautiful, sweet and so kind. That combination was deadly for you, as you fell harder for her daily.

"Move nuh..." You try to keep a straight face as she straddles you.

"I missed you." Maya pouts, looking at you with her big doe eyes. You kissed her, giving her little pecks.

"Ah lie yuh ah tell!" (You're lying) You laugh, you'd been by her side for every show. While you both had not addressed your relationship publicly. You were always there for her in private, keeping pda to a minimum. As far as anyone knew you were close friends.

You were Bisexual, Out and Proud. However, Maya was still in the closet. You were her first woman relationship and experience. Her label made it clear that her sexuality was a huge sell for her career.

And it was true to a point. Most of her fans were die hard heterosexual women and men. While she had fans a part of the lgbt, her main supporters were the Hetero's.

"Well I missed you today..." She frowns and you roll your eyes before giving her another kiss. She grabs the sweetie from your hand and brings it to her lips and sucks on it. You watch as her tongue swirls around the sweetie, and your core clenched at the way she eyed you.

"Maya, yuh nah get nun ah mi pumpum." (You're not getting any of my pussy) You try to be serious. She strapped you to the point your vagina was sore. You'd banned her for the next few days until you were good to go.

"Baby..." She smirks, placing the sweetie in your glass of water before placing a kiss on your neck.

"No, Maya." You shook your head.

"Baby please...." She begs, sucking on that sweet spot in the juncture of your neck.

"May---" You moan out as she sucks harder, your head falling to the side to give her more access.

"That's it, baby." She coos, licking over the spot she'd sucked on.

"I don't like yuh..." You mutter as she pinches your nipples through the cropped tee. You inhale sharply as she leans down to bite one of your nipples.

"Yes, you do." She grins, before helping you lay on the sofa flat and pulling off the tee and panties. "Don't worry, I just wanna eat it..."

Your body twitches as she settles between your legs and licks your sore pussy from top to bottom. The little minx dipping her tongue inside your hole and swiping your juices with her tongue before going back to your clit to suck.

"Fuck..." You cry out.

-

A few days after, you and Maya are out at a club. She has her hands wrapped around you, as the two of you dance to the music. She's tipsy and being touchy feely. You try several times to remove her hands from your ass to no avail.

"Babes." You whisper in her ear. "Stop it."

"I wanna get drunk and nastyyyyyy." She sings, as she grinds against you. You frown as she slides a hand under your skirt.

"Bill.. Maya!" (chill) You whisper harshly.

"Baby... why don't you want me to get drunk and nasty?" She whines, wrapping her arms around your neck and pouting. Fuck! You hated when she gave you that look.

"Babes, I would love that but right now isn't the time for that." You sigh. You help her to sit on the lounger in your section. You were being paid to perform your song and Maya was tipsy. She'd had two drinks or so you both thought. The bartender had given her a double shot of tequila in her margaritas. Something that pissed you off because neither one of you asked for a double.

"Gwan guh duh yuh ting, mi wih geh ah yiy pon har." (Go do your thing, I'll watch her) Don assures, and sits beside her as someone calls you to head backstage. You shifted from foot to foot, not wanting to leave her like that but you knew your brother would protect her like his own.

"Just get her some water please." You plead before being led back stage. As you walked through the busy and packed club people screamed and took pictures and videos.

You felt anxious as you got ready to perform. Your heart was racing as you peeked out at the packed club, and looked for Maya in your section. She was eying you with her bedroom eyes, as you looked her over.

"Introducing Twinkle!" The announcer called, and you walked on the small stage. There was over 400 people, the club was packed to capacity with people waiting outside to have a chance at coming in.

"Wah Gwaan!" (What's up!) You shouted, to which everyone greeted you with shouting. "Mi know seh unnuh caan mek a Likkle more noise!" (I know that ya'll can make more noise)

"Mi seh, WAH GWAAN!!" (I said, What's up!) You repeated even louder, watching as the crowd grew louder. "Mek sure unnuh ah video mi and tag mi. Best videos ah guh get reposted." (Make sure ya'll are recording me, best videos will be reposted)

"So, This song is dedicated to all of the gyals weh nuh know fi shut dem tinkin mouth. Fuck You." (Girls that don't know to shut their stinking mouth)

Camera's all start flashing on you, as everyone angles their phones to record you. You feel a rush of excitement and happiness fill you as the music starts. You do your thing, hyping up the crowd. You wine to the beat, getting into a squat and emphasizing the words of the song.

"Which Gyal, can seh she stress me out? That a fuckin clown! Cuz if a gyal or man seh him bruck she haffe do without... And if she screw she get a box pon har dutty mouth. But this can't real, AUDACITY MUSS BOMBOCLAAT FREE!" You sing, as everyone's screaming the words.

Everyone's singing along and you feel like you're on cloud nine. It's only been a week since the song was released and yet everyone knows the words. As you finish the song, you see Maya staring at you with a smile as she mouths dirty words at you.

As you finish and stop to take a few selfies, pictures and videos you're stopped by a girl with a messy bun at the top of her head. You raise a brow as she's blocking you.

"You're very talented." She says, her eyes taking you in. You raise a brow.

"Thanks."

"Is this a one hit wonder situation or do you plan to take music serious?" She asks and you narrow your eyes at her. "No shade, I just think you could really blow up the music scene and it'd be shit if you were only just dropping this song."

"I mean... I'm not sure. The song was really just me talking shit. I've never really thought about taking music seriously. I highly doubt people really wanna hear what I'd have to say..." You shrug. You liked singing but didn't think you'd make it as a celebrity. You had no filter, were outspoken and did as you pleased for the most part.

"And what is it you have to say?" She asks, seductively.

"I--"

"What a small world!" Maya says in her 'I don't like this bitch' tone. She was a sweetheart but when she was tipsy or drunk, the rowdy rebel came out.

"Maya? Hey..." The girl smiles, you could see the feeling was mutual. Your eyes swung between the two.

"Rina right?" Maya asks, stepping closer to you until your arms touched.

"Rianna, but I prefer Riri." The girl-Riri corrects her.

"Hmmmmm, well Rina it was soooo good seeing you!" Maya smiles a devious smile, while taking your hand and 'accidentally' bumping Riri.

"Sorry...." You call out as Maya leads you towards your section.

"How could you stand there and let her eye fuck you like that!" Maya hisses, turning to face you once you'd gotten to your section.

"B--"

"You know I don't like that hoe!" She grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Riri???" You were confused.

"That midget bitch said my debut album was trash in an interview! Yes Riri!" She was pissed. You realized exactly who Riri was. While Maya had never said her name she would call her midget bitch as she ranted about her shit talking her album.

"First we were just talking about music... she wanted to know if I was releasing more." You explain, trying to calm the little tipsy soldier.

"Sure she did..." Maya huffs. "That hating hoe wouldn't know good music if it was written out for her."

"Wow...." You scoff.

"Baby--" Maya realized how that was taken and instantly moves to grab you.

"You should go back to your place tonight." You inform her before turning your back and heading for the main floor to turn up with everyone around you.

The rest of the night is a blur. You drunk like a fish, partying with your brother, and a few friends. You could see Maya out of the corner of your eye watching you but you ignored her.

Her words hurt. You thought she was your biggest supporter. You knew she was angry and she might not have meant it how it came out but you still were hurt. Her hatred for someone else came before you, she hadn't even said how your first performance was or congratulated you.

As the night went on, Riri approached you again this time with another girl who was tall and equally as attractive as Riri. She introduced herself as Shuri Udaku. You didn't live under a rock. You knew the Udaku name. That family had a hand in everything from the music industry, healthcare, universities, car manufacturing, real estate and more. They were filthy rich. You remembered hearing about T'Chaka and T'Challa's deaths two years before. They'd died in a car crash.

The duo were the hottest producers out as you'd been told. They were very selective of who they worked with and they wanted to work with you. At first you were hesitant. Riri had really hurt Maya's feelings but the more the three of you talked. The more they convinced you to at least think about meeting up with them in their studio.

-

The very next day, Maya showed up with bouquet upon bouquet of flowers and your favorite meal from a nearby restaurant. As the two of you talked, you had already let it go. As the two of you ate, you decided to bring up Shuri and Riri's offer.

"What would you think of me working with Shuri and Riri?" You say, as you sat on Maya's lap.

You could feel her tense underneath you. You'd hoped she could be impartial considering you were nothing but supportive with her career.

"They belong to our rival label..." She clears her throat.

"Your label." You correct her.

"Baby they'd sign you in a heartbeat--"

"The homophobes that are forcing you to stay quiet about our relationship? I would never align myself with that label..." You couldn't believe she thought that would be an option.

"Why Udaku Records though?" She frowns.

"I looked into it. Their label has a high success rate. Shuri and Riri's songs they produced are on our playlists. They've produced nothing but charters. Not to mention the artists signed to them all have won grammy's." You had already made up your mind. You knew they could help you at the very least release another song or two that would remove the one hit wonder stigma you were sure to receive.

"It sounds as though you've already made up your mind." Maya mumbles, and you turn in her lap to face her.

"Don't be like that babes." You plead. "I support you in everything even when I don't agree. I just want the same from you... I know you don't like Riri, and you don't have to. I just need you to have my back.."

"Fine..." She grumbles.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you!" You squeal, hugging her.

"Now... what were you saying last night about wanting to get nasty?" You remind her, biting your bottom lip.

-

After an eventful day and night with Maya. You wake up an hour after your alarm was supposed to have sounded, and realize you overslept. You groan, before sliding out from under Maya.

I'm running a little late, I should be there in an hour. - Jay 10:50 am.

You rush through your shower and hygiene routine, before pulling on a fitted leggings and cropped long sleeve set.

(Your outfit)

The moment you make it to Shuri and Riri's studio it's 12 exactly and you enter to see the two seated by the soundboard, talking amongst themselves.

"I see punctuality isn't your thing." Shuri smirks, as her eyes roam over you. Riri snorts, rolling her eyes as she gets up to greet you.

"Ypree." (What's up) You greet her.

"Ypree?" She repeats, her brows furrowing. You giggle, before taking your coat off and hanging it over the arm of one of the sofa's in the studio.

"It mean's what's up, what's good, what's going on." You explain, watching as she nods before smiling.

"Ypree." She chuckles. "So, what do you see yourself releasing now? What's next?"

You bite your lip, You had quite a few songs you'd written up and some beats you'd messed with in your head but nothing concrete. Just lyrics and melodies you hummed into your phones microphone to save your thoughts.

"I sort of have a song that's been in my mind for a little bit." You admit, staring at the two of them. "Nothing too crazy, just something that's been haunting me for a while now. A melody I can't stop thinking about."

You hum the sound you had in your head. You feel slightly nervous, not that you ever cared what anyone had to say about you but the duo in front of you has you rethinking your material.

You play the voice recording you'd made, singing the lyrics here and there while humming the melody. Listening to it, you felt a peace come over you. There was something about the melody that just spoke to you, whilst the lyrics were true to you. No one could have your pussy unless you deemed it, and your pussy wasn't free.

"Get in the booth." Shuri demanded, as an idea struck her. She leaned over to whisper in Riri's ears before Riri grabbed her phone to text someone. As you settle into the booth, you place the headphones over your ears.

"Let's go over those lyrics." Shuri said, she'd worked with quite a few Jamaican artists so Patois wasn't new to her, she understood a great deal of it. You have a hook and a chorus, we just need to make it a full song.

"You wa my nana, Nah get none. Pretty gyal love money, run some funds. Want my punana, cya get none. Bad gyal love money, send dat come." You sing, into the mic. You focus all your effort into giving the seductive energy of the song.

"You free fi carry me out, give me money and buy me stuff. That's about it, you nah go cuff, get it out yuh mind, you n'ave a luck. Ay, you coulda wish pon all the stars, But dah one yah nah fall fi you. That's about it, we nah go fuck, get it outta yuh head, you n'ave no luck." You sing the chorus. "Call it weh you want, I don't give one fuck what you think about me. Some say the best things in life free, but dem nah chat 'bout my pussy. Call it weh you want, If you don't agree then I think it's best you lowe me. No boy or gyal can clown me, good ting a my grandma grow me"

"Alright, so between the first part and the chorus based on the lyrics and the vibe of the song it's safe to say you're telling whoever is trying to get at you that you're not interested. You're way too good for them and your pussy is worth more." Shuri explains. She tilts her head to the side. "How about lyrics like 'You're stupid, don't flirt with me and I'm not interested."

You think over what she says before finding a way to incorporate what she suggested into the song.

"You must be stupid! Don't even flirt with me, what you doing? Me nuh interested, keep it pushing. Come outta mi face and give me some space, You likkle bit too nuff, yute, don't chat to me A wah so? Don't make your friend dem gas you 'Cause this is a brand new moto, My front too good fi me pass." You feel giddy as you feel the song tying together.

You start from the beginning, adding the verse before the chorus and smile once you see both Shuri and Riri vibing to the lyrics.

"Alright for the next part, you want a shock factor that still flows with the rest of the lyrics. Something feisty that'll have everyone like yes!" Shuri insisted and you smirk, knowing exactly what to say.

"And I know this game too well, me know just mi legs dem you want spread. You nah get none so go to Hell, me rather lay down and finger myself. A win is a win, me a buss my nut 'Cause I'll be damned if I let you fuck. Look pon me den look pon you, A really must crack you siddung a spark up, yeah." You giggle at the look on Shuri and Riri's face as you sing the new part.

It doesn't take long before the whole song is formulated as far as the lyrics go. A few hours later, after you've recorded the song acapella a few times, and added in adlibs a few people come in. Riri introduces them as musicians.

Shuri explains her vision for the beat based on the melody you'd presented and everyone gets to work. The musicians set up their instruments. Shuri plays around with a beat she's formulated, and tells the musicians what keys and notes to play.

It takes a few tries before they're able to fit the vibe of the lyrics. Once the melody is mastered you feel excited, knowing that you made the right idea taking Riri and Shuri up on their offer. The instrumental is amazing.

You head back into the booth to record the song with the music now, and exude all of your sensual energy, as you emphasize the words. You do the explicit gestures of the song, sticking your tongue out, pointing your two fingers towards your pussy, and blowing kisses as a videographer records you singing the song.

Riri's mesmerized as she watches you exude confidence. You're seducing many of the people in the studio with barely any effort as you wink at a few people, clocking the fact that many of them can't stop staring at you.

"She's a star." Riri whispers to Shuri. They'd had a discussion before you'd arrived on their thoughts of signing you. Riri was certain you'd take the world by storm, she just had that instinct. Shuri agreed, your performance last night sold them. It was your first performance and you blew it out the waters.

For someone with no vocal coaching, no stage performance prepping and no team behind you. You were a natural. So many artists needed artist development whilst you seemed to have everything down pact out the gate.

It'd be a mistake to let you slip through their fingers.

"There's no doubt." Shuri agreed, watching you as you lost yourself in the music and lyrics.

"Go get N'Jadaka." Shuri ordered one of the musicians. The woman scurried off in a hurry. "Jay, one more time."

N'jadaka walked in just as you started the song over. His brows raised as he looked you over. He looked to Shuri and Riri before looking back at you.

"Damn..." He mumbled to himself, before crossing his hands over his chest and placing a hand under his chin.

He'd seen the recording of your performance, as well as heard the song on Spotify. He was certain that Udaku Records had to have you but this song... Your demeanor, your looks. Fuck, he could see the money signs that would surely follow you.

"Did she just?" He looked from you in shock to Shuri, chuckling to himself. You'd made the fingering gesture but pressed the same fingers to your lips with a wink his way as you finished the song.

"Jay, come here." Shuri called, beckoning you over as Riri started finalizing the song and perfecting it. "Jay, this is my cousin the head of the label. N'Jadaka."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jay." N'Jadaka smirks, shaking Jay's hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." You smile.

"I take it you enjoyed your session with Shuri and Riri?" He asks, nodding towards the soundboard.

"It was more than I'd of hoped for. Shuri seems to share my vision, she knew exactly where I wanted this song to go." You admit. You'd had hopes for this session but it far surpassed any of them.

"Does that mean you'd be interested in signing onto Udaku Records?" N'Jadaka coyly asks.

"A label offer with just a barely week old song?" You laugh, thinking he's joking.

"We can talk about it tomorrow morning if that works for you?" He suggests. "It'll give you time to hire legal representation to represent you--"

"I don't need anyone representing me. I know how to look after myself, I've been doing it all my life." Your accent was strong there. You felt passionately about not trusting a soul. People were wicked if you gave them the opportunity.

"Just send me the paperwork and i'll look over it." You shrugged. "I'd like two days to fully study and scrutinize everything. Then I'll make any amendments and we'll negotiate."

"A woman that knows what she wants is a woman to watch." N'Jadaka grins, liking the energy you had.

"Start teasing the song on your socials." N'jadaka tells you. "By the end of the week the contract will be signed and we can release the song friday at midnight."

"It will be signed?" You raised a brow.

"It will be." He winks, before turning and walking out.

"Let me have your email, so I can forward everything to my cousin." Shuri suggests. You waste no time giving her your contact information.

By the time everything's done, it's 1 in the morning and you’re starving. Shuri and Riri suggest they take out you to get some food in you since they’ve worked you hard.

-

“Can I ask you a question?” Riri asks. They settled on a 24 hour Jamaican restaurant that’s a popular hotspot. You all are seated in the back away from people. Shuri’s bodyguards Okoye and Ayo are seated at the closest table.

“Go ahead.” You tilt your head watching as she licks her lips before responding.

“What’s with you and Maya?” Riri’s brows are raised and her lips are pouty as she stares at you. “She’s pretty territorial of you.”

“We’re cool. She’s a great friend.” You shrug, giving nothing away.

“Friend.” Shuri laughs, as she looks at you in a ‘yeah right’ kind of way.

“What’s all the drama about her album being trash?” You question, wanting to know what exactly she said and why.

“Never said that.” Riri snorted. “I said her persona was trash. That her music was lacking substance and everything about her was forced. Her music is decent however it’s nothing to win awards over nor is it anything that’ll last long term. She leans on her sex appeal like a crutch. People pay more attention to her looks than the music.”

You but your lip to refrain from saying something slick in Maya’s defense. You’d said something similar to Maya. You loved that she was confident and showed off her body, that was her God given right. However you hated that she’d stopped being herself along the way. Her music was no longer full of meaning, it was just made to be TikTok songs and you hated that considering how talented she was.

You knew her label was pushing her to act how she was and to release the music she’d released. ‘Have Mercy’ was a good song, one of her biggest and you loved it yet you hated the fact that people only knew her for her sex appeal or ‘hot girl’ music.

No one really knew the girl you knew. The one that song love ballads, and really got deep and under your skin with her lyrics and beats.

“Have you heard her old material?” You settle on asking.

“I have which is why I feel as though she’s doing herself a disservice with the forced sexual appeal route she’s on.” Riri looked you in the eyes. “You naturally have that sex appeal that speaks for itself, then when you add your music it flows. I’m not saying she shouldn’t lean into her sexuality but there’s a huge difference between leaning into and leaning onto.”

“Hi, hello. I don’t haav all day suh tell me wah huh want.” (I don’t have all day so tell me what you want) The waitress says and you look her up and down to ensure she’s talking to the right table. You’d seen her mugging you from the moment you walked in.

“Ah coulda neva mi yuh ah talk…” (You couldn’t be talking to me) You kissed your teeth, before mugging her right back.

“My gurl, annuh huh mi ah look pon?” (My girl, isn’t it you I’m looking at?) She retorts in a similar tone and you roll your tongue over your cheek and chuckle to yourself.

“Mind how mi dash weh di likkle wata pon yuh.” (Be careful I don’t throw this water on you.) You reply looking her up and down.

“Alrite, Alrite. Bill nuh.” (Alright, Alright. Chill) Shuri says in patois and you swallow as you feel your core moisten.

“Mek we get tree orders of curry goat, white rice and provisions. And tree Lola champagnes, please miss.” (Can we have three orders…) Shuri continues and you internally fan yourself off.

“Dat ah guh be mi pleasure, ma’am.” The waitress giggles, calming. You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes.

“Da bitch deh bright and outta audah!” (That bitch is rude and out of order) You hiss as she walks away after writing the order down. You can tell by the way that she tended she hears you but ignores you.

“You sound so hot when you talk patois.” Riri giggles, staring at you. “The way you talk and your accent…”

“Mi? Yer gurlfriend tek eh cake wid har patois. Mi wouldn’t even know seh she annuh Yaadie.” (Me? Your girlfriend takes the cake with her patois. I wouldn’t even know that she wasn’t a true Jamaican.)

“I know enough to get by.” Shuri smiles. You raise a brow before shaking your head.

“You dated someone who spoke patois. You couldn’t have gained that accent any other way unless you grew up around it.” You insist.

“Is that so?” Shuri smirks.

“Google is free.” Riri chuckles.

“I don’t care that much.” You wink, before pulling your phone out and taking it off airplane mode. You see a shit ton of texts and calls from Maya. Rather than read the messages you call her.

“Where are you?!” You hear the moment she answers the call.

“Hi, how are you? I missed you.” You say, snorting.

“Jay, I’m not playing it’s almost 2 in the morning. No text or anything. What the hell?” Maya snaps and you sign.

“You knew I went to the studio, I messaged you earlier and updated you.” You watch as the duo across from you stare intently at you.

These bitches are nosy…. But so am I.

“That was 8 hours ago. You should have told me you were staying later.” Maya huffs.

“Babes, you know that I was at the studio. You know how that goes. I’ve never hounded you about that because I know when you’re focused on your music, you’re locked in.” You explain.

“I update you throughout my day and when I can’t, I do it at my first opportunity.” Maya sniffles and you know she’s crying. She’s very sensitive.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have updated you when I realized I was going to be out longer.” You felt slightly guilty. You hated when she cried.

“I’m grabbing food right now, why don’t I pick you up something and come over?” You suggest.

“We’re not friends.” She says softly, and you can tell she’s pouting.

“What do you want, babes?” You ask.

“Hmmm. Sweet potato fries and the vegan nuggets from that vegan spot by Jamaica House.” She tells you, and you chuckle realizing she just checked your location.

“Ok, baby. Give me an hour.” You tell her, yawning.

“I’m at your place.” Maya informs you and you bite your lip realizing she’d most likely went straight there from her rehearsals meaning she’d been waiting for you there for hours.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, knowing that was a shitty feeling.

“You’ll feel sorry when you realize what you missed out on.” Maya giggled before hanging up.

A picture message comes in and you press it and narrow your eyes when you see her posing in your bathroom.

A text back would have gotten you this 💋 - Maya 1:47 am

You take a deep breath, and release it. She knew better than to play on your phone like that. You loved the image before sending an emoji that conveyed your message.

👿 - You 1:49 am

“Do you mind if I leave, we can have a make up lunch ?” You ask, not wanting to be rude. Maya knew how to get your ass home, and it was working.

“Yeah, no problem mama.” Riri smiles, but you could see something in her eyes. You could tell she was annoyed.

“We’ll see you later.” Shuri nods.

And just like that you were out. Your food and Maya’s food forgotten as you sped to your house.

-

“Ah, yuh haav nuff sense.” (You have common sense) You say, as you walk into your bedroom to see Maya fully naked on your bed with her legs spread, fingering herself and moaning out.

“Hi, baby.” Maya grins, happy with herself.

“Uh, uhhh.” You shake your head stripping down to your thong. “You know how I want you.”

She quickly flips over, getting onto her hands and knees. You slap her ass hard, watching it shake. You smirk as she hisses. You get behind her and place your tongue in her ass, feeling her shiver as you lap at the rosebud.

“F..fuck… Jay.” She groans as you move your tongue sinfully slow. You place your fingers at her pussy and moan into her ass as you feel the hot, soaked core. She’s dripping onto your fingers as you drag her wetness up to your tongue before shoving them into her pussy.

“Jay….” Maya moans out. But you continue fingering her as you lick her ass, moaning as your free hand massages her ass cheek.

“Baby…” She whines as you add a third finger, and curl your fingers to hit that spongy spot that makes her cream every time.

The moment she’s about to cum you move away and slap her on the pussy, grinning as she clenches her thighs.

You move away to put on the strap that had you deliciously sore a few days ago. Once it’s secure you move back behind her and run the tip of the strap up and down her pussy.

You thrust in fully without warning, her pussy so wet it slides right in. You groan softly as you watch the way she takes the strap. Your hands gripping her hips, as you thrust into her.

“Fuck me back!” You demand, listening to her whimper. She does as you say and starts throwing it back, and you stop moving to watch her fuck herself on you. Your mouth waters as you watch the strap enter and exit her.

“Which gyal can seh she stress me out.” You mumble to yourself as you watch the way Maya relieves any stress you’d previously had.

-

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[deadpool15]

My girl

Watching her sit there and dance now, that was amazing. I mean, I love to see my girl dance, especially since I know it took her a lot of courage to battle someone like Kristen. She was known in the dance world, and when she went up their you could see it in everyone's eyes. Curiosity yet excitement, though no one wished to take one that level themselves, so when she stood up and looked at us, I knew at that moment I would be happy no matter what. Bada was always cheering us on throughout the entire competition she was on our side. Even when I told her I had a thing for her little sister Yaya. She was our youngest member on the BEBE crew, and now everyone saw the skill and wanted her to join, but she didn't. "You're an amazing dancer, Yaya, and you would be a great addition to the crew. When have I ever been wrong about something like this," we watched Bada sit there trying to compromise with her younger sister, who before today we had no idea she had. "You're my big sister. You're supposed to say that. Can you imagine what it will be like. At times like this, I'm grateful we don't look alike, I'll be known as the downgrade Lee sister."

After some time, we managed to get her on the crew, even getting her to become my girlfriend with the help of her older sister, of course. Getting her listening to the comments of our crew was tough, like we knew that everyone was gonna put on a facade for the show but like wow they were either very good at it or just shit talking for fun. Then, when we heard the comments about Yaya, all hell broke loose.

Biggy- So it seems we have more then a two international teams?

Nob- But she is on team BEBE, so probably just another one of Bada's lost cause of a student.

Redlic- Yes, I remember her she took one of my classes before she isn't the best. It was actually sad to watch.

Redy- She is Bada's younger sister, I remember seeing her when she was a lot younger during our Cupcakes era.

Halo- I would hate to be her. Imagine living in someone's shadow your entire life.

I looked over and was pissed how dare they say that about my fucking girl. She is more talented than any of these wannabes. "That's bullshit and they know it," we were all shocked by Badas' words. Never had she been so ill tempted to swear on camera. We sat down comforting Yaya. She has always been the sensitive type. "Hey, bubbs, don't listen to even of them, ok? You have more talent in your left thumb than they have in their entire bodies." I tell her, smiling while grabbing her body to bring her closer to me. The rest of the team starts nodding their heads, agreeing with me. Everyone else comes down with LADYBOUNCE glaring at us like we were supposed to be scared or gi e a shit.

Back to where we were, the dance battle with Kristen was normal, giving us your average thrill and suspense until it started getting sexual. Now I know how people think when they see Yaya, shit I think like that when I see her. Kristen was giving her the bedroom eyes, my fucking girl. Everyone was sealed once Yaya gained a burst of confidence and decided to throw her ass back against Kristen. Now, any other time one would say a great battler plays along with thie opponents, dancing with them to throw them off their game, it's something I've learned in freestyle. Now, when I see people do it, I praise them for having good battle techniques, but as soon as Kristen started angling her hips to catch some ass I was done. The battle was over. Well, there was, and it seemed like my mine had just begun.

Before I knew it Kristen started becoming closer, I mean Jam Republic as a whole was cool and buddies with us but none of them shared such a distinct interest in a short, ebony beautiful young lady that happened to me my fucking girl. Getting her number to hand out was cool, I'm not overly possessive, so I was fine with that. Going shopping and eating together was ok, but clubbing was just a fucking no no. This leads us to this moment. "Baby, I love you so much, ok. And I trust you wholeheartedly. But you're not going to club with Kristen." I say while holding her waist, causing her smile to drop and back up from me. "Why, not?" I truly do love my baby, but she was so oblivious that sometimes anyone could see that girl wanted her except of course herself. "Baby, she has been trying to get with you for months, and I know she is your friend, and you see her as one, but she definitely wants fuck you ok. Anyone can see it. Especially in that dress I mean I would wanna fuck you too." She smiled for a moment before remembering the situation and there it goes the argument had begin.

"You have always had some time against her from day one when she is just trying to be nice. She is my friend, and I don't say shit about any of your friends that you have out with when you wanna go dance and drink." I was sitting on the bed staring at her. She looked so beautiful in that dress, but it left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was literally hanging out, and it was hard to focus on the right things. "First of all, watch your mouth. You know I don't like the swearing, and second I don't exactly have anything against Kristen, I'm pretty sure she is a nice person when she isn't trying to get into other people's girlfriends pants baby," she rolls her eyes at me before sucking her teeth and then going to the bathroom. "OK, I'm being patient with your baby, and I completely understand you're upset. You got all pretty, and you can't go out, so how about we go do something, huh? Go on a date." I tell her to try to ease the attitude she is having now before I blow up on her. "First of all, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you, and second, I'm a grown ass woman. I can swear when I want to, especially when my girlfriend feels like being annoying, ok?" I clenched my jaw before yanking her towards me and shoving her on the bed. "Can't be fucking nice to you can I? You wanna go out and be pretty for your little friend ok. Let's make you look all pretty for her."

And that's how we ended up in this position, with her face down ass up as I shoved my strap into her back to back. I had pressed the record button on my phone a while ago, getting the idea of sending Kristen a little message to make shit clear. "Aww, come on, baby, your camera shy now. You usually love the camera. Love sha-aking your ass on people and all that stuff, don't you. Look at the fucking camera little girl." She glazes up through her lashes, looking so fucking ruined. Just how I like her. Eyes rolling to the back of her head after coming for the fourth time tonight. "Tired baby?" She moans out voice only able to produce moans at this point, she was all fucked out. But I had a point to prove. "How about you tell our little friend here who you belong to, baby?" I smirk, watching her start to scratch the pillows up again, gasping for her. Pushing into her slowly now while rubbing clit. Pussy all swollen, and dripping from the previous times she came. "Can you do it, baby, since you are so grown. Remember that?"

She started whining for me to go faster until I looked to up and seeing Kristen texted her. "Would you look at that baby, your little admirer misses you. I wonder where you are and why you're so busy." I make sure to thrust faster after each word. Her cries can be heard all the way outside the room. "S-soo.... s-sorry....pls." I smile at that, "Are you baby. Ready to be my little obedient girl again, aren't you. Just tell me who you belong to." She tries to hide in my neck away from the camera before yelling out. "M-Minah... Belong to Minah. All yours." I push myself up while grabbing her hips to thrust faster and play with her beautiful tits. I lean over, kissing her cheek before shoving my tongue in her mouth. "That's right, baby, my girl." By the time I was done with her, she forgot all about her plans with Kristen, we lay in bed cuddling while watching a movie, then I looked at the phone and sent the video to her, gotta make sure she understands. "All mine."

(Request by @itstherenaissance)

[budgiesunset]

Hey it’s me again. I want to ask If you could write a Adam x reader story again. It‘s Summer so the ducks had no ice rink for the training. So they go running in a park or going to the gym. This training is voluntary so they don’t must. And on this day Adam says that he can’t go to the training. The others are surprised because Adam never missed a training but he had a good reason that he doesn’t come. He want to meet his girlfriend in the park. Adam never tell his team that he had a girlfriend because y/n is afraid about meeting them. In the Park they are lean against a tree and their booth get touchy so they kiss each other. But than the ducks come and see the two…. for the rest you can freestyle

and sorry for my English I hope you understand what I mean

Best Wishes

YahikosFriend

Summer Secrets || Adam Banks x Reader

•Warning’s• Kissing, Fluff, comfort sort of, bad grammar and spelling. •Summary• Your Adams girlfriend and have been for the past year but the team doesn’t know so what happens when the team finds you and Adam cuddling in the park. •AN• This is set during the second movie when they are training in Minneapolis. Also sorry it’s short I’m also work on the first part of the ‘Sisters’ series. Isn’t writers block great.

You were waiting for your boyfriend Adam at the park. You were sitting up against a tree with your eyes closed you knew it would take a while because he had hockey training but it didn’t bother you and you decided to come down early since it was a nice day.You and Adam had been dating for about a year and everything was great between you too but the thing is, Adams hockey team still didn’t know about you two. You had asked Adam to keep it a secret because you were scared of how they would react. These were Adams best friends and you were scared that they wouldn’t like you and then Adam would agree. Even though Adam had constantly assured you that they would love you and even if they didn’t he still would.

As you were sitting against the tree sun shining on your face you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and a light kiss on the temple. You look to your left seeing your boyfriend sending him a small smile which he returned. He placed a small kiss on your hair as you leaned on his shoulder. “I thought you couldn’t come down until later” you said snuggling into his side as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“Training is optional so I decided to come down early and wait for you. Seems you had the same idea” he said tucking your head under his chin. You and Adam sat like this for about 5 minutes before the peaceful silence was interrupted by a group of kids and it wasn’t until they spoke that you realized who they where.

“Look Cake eater has a girl.” One said as the all skated over to you you looked up to see Adam giving you an apologetic look. “So Adam who’s the girl” another asked the others nodding and agreeing with the question. Adam looks at you as if silently asking if you were ready to tell them and you sent a small nod keeping you glaze down. You knew there was no point in lying they caught you cuddling they probably already assumed that you two were dating besides they would have found out eventually so there was no point in hiding anymore.

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He slightly hesitated before saying the second part. They didn’t really seemed to fazed by it and you guessed that they knew something was going on with Adam because he never missed practice optional or not. After Adam introduced you to all of the team they decided they would sit down with you despite Charlie’s protest.

“So this is why you missed practice?” Charlie asked.

“Shut up, your Just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Adam retorted.

Additional head cannon for after you met the team:

>You Connie and Julie and basically best friends no excuses. >You three would do sleep overs where you gossip attempt to make food and burn like 90% of it because you’re to busy prank calling the boys. >The team invites you to go skating with them both summer and winter. >You go to the diner with them to celebrate their wins. >After Connie and Julie beg coach enough (maybe even Adam but he would deny if you ever asked) you are allowed to sit in the box area with the team. >They make you a special jersey with your name but Adams number ‘99’. > You go to the goodwill games with them. >All the boys are like your brothers. (Not including Adam of course) >They teach you how to play if you don’t already know and that’s the same for skating.

AN: @yahikosfriend I hope you love this writing piece your requests are always amazing. And sorry this took so long. Since it was quite short I decided to add a Head cannon for you.

[kairiscorner]

Can I request Gwen and Miles with a reader whose insanely good at skateboarding?

hi anon !! sure sure :DD HOPING YOU LIKE THIS >:DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen stacy and miles morales with a skater reader (headcanons and short fics!)

i like to think that miles and gwen would have been really stoked to be your friend when they witnessed those cool stunts you pulled with your skateboard, LIKEEEEE THEY WERE STARSTRUCK WHEN THEY WATCHED YOU SKATE AND ALL

they'd try hard to look cool in front of you when your gaze went their way, and they'd freak out a little before they try getting themselves together :')

"miles, MILES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY" gwen said as she grabbed miles by the collar of his hoodie, as he looked your way and noticed your very confused gaze. miles' eyes widened as he grabbed gwen by the arms and shook her. "THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY?" "YES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY, NOW CALM DOWN" "I AM CALM"

then when you walk over close to them they lean against a railing and try to look cool, with miles almost falling down and losing his balance, but he catches himself and looks at you and goes, "hey" (LOOK AT MILES RIZZ MORALES GO)

when you ask them why they're looking at you, they try to cover it up when you just look them down until they admit that yes, they were staring...... BUT THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SO COOL OK, THEY WANNA BE TAUGHT BY YOU

"that's no problem, just follow me down here," you tell them as you kick up your skateboard and skate downward a slope. they look at each other and back at you, then back at each other and high five each other. "we got them to teach us, THIS IS AMAZING"

you try teaching them all the kinds of moves you knew were easy, and they were really good at them tbh, though they cheated a bit with their spider powers bc ykyk, gotta show off to the great skateboarding legend they've been idolizing for weeks now :>

when gwen tries to freestyle a little, miles competes with her and tries to one up her in a battle of impressing you--it's a friendly competition for the most part, with them chuckling and play fighting while they try to keep your attention on them.

they both do mess up at the end and slightly hurt themselves, but you tend to them and ensure that they're both okay :')

"wow, you two... are so good yet so goofy." you point out with a soft chuckle as they lay there on the ground, chuckling and groaning slightly as you help them both up. "yeah, well, at least we got a laugh out of the legendary skateboarder." miles said as he looked at you with a smirk. gwen lightly punched him as she looked up at you with a grin. "just wanted to show you we did more than just learn from you, are we... official part of your cool squad now?" she asked as she looked at you a little nervously. you smiled as you got off your skateboard and shook both their hands. "you two were always part of my... 'cool squad', you two basically formed it now since... i want to be friends with you two." you admitted a little bashfully as they looked at each other when you said that and grabbed each others' shoulders.

"WE BECAME FRIENDS WITH THEM OH MY GOD"

and from then on, you two became a trio--skating to and from school as much as you could, hanging out at each others' places for a sleepover or a friends' night, and finding all sorts of cool, undiscovered places where you three could skate for a little and perform new stunts.

you three were there for each others' newest scars and scrapes from skating and to film each others' newest stunts. of course, you were always the one carrying the med kits in case anyone got hurt and always had their phone charged and a map in hand if you got lost and/or needed medical assistance or someone to pick you guys up.

and honestly, this is the sweetest friendship you have ever experienced in a long while--with miles and gwen adoring you and admiring all your awesome tricks and stunts, and with you getting prouder and prouder of them the better they got 🫶🫶🫶

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn

[woojungz]

how xikers would confess to you! 🍃💐

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 this is part 1. members included: minjae, junmin, sumin, jinsik, hyunwoo. i will make a part 2 soon with the rest of the other members (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

you met him through your dance troupe from school. he was a year older than you, and everyone else admired him for his dependable and leader-like qualities. everyone loves him to the point that your cute puppy love towards him goes unnoticed. it's just normal for people to love minjae that much at your school.

but then suddenly during practice everyone was sad, it's because minjae's gonna be graduating soon. it's never gonna be the same without him in the troupe. you started to brush off your feelings for him, and planned to give him a small little goodbye just like everyone else. until he asked you to stay after class because he wanted to show you something.

and inside your heart was beating really fast, cuz why the hell would your crush ask you to stay after everyone has left. you were starting to think he was mad at you (for absolutely no reason?!) until he told you he wants to show you some dance he made.

at first it was just him dancing while you cheered him on (he told you it was some new choreography he practiced last weekend). you were caught off guard when he suddenly grabs your hand and makes you dance with him! you got shy at first, but as time passed by, you were having fun with minjae, freestyling moves and whatnot.

once you guys got tired, the both of you just sat down on some corner to drink water and refresh. the silence was broken by minjae, asking you if you wanted to go to han river with him to hang out for awhile. you knew he loved it there, one of his favorite hangout spots with junmin (a really close friend of his). so when he invited you to go, it was probably the hundredth time your heart beat really fast for the day…

he brings you to han river after buying a few snacks, then resting at a lone bench beside some tree. it was really quiet, except for the cool breeze and the distant sound of other people around the area. you were caught out of your daze when minjae suddenly took your hand in his. of course you looked at him, wide-eyed.

"minjae…?"

"you know how much this place means a lot to me right?" minjae asks you, and you nod in return.

"i think it's the best place for me to tell you how special you are to me. i'm not gonna beat around the bush anymore, i really like you, y/n."

you were almost speechless, but thankfully you managed to atleast nod at him. embarrassingly stuttering out words, telling him you reciprocate his feelings, and that you really really like him too.

let's just say han river became your usual hanging out spot once you guys became a couple♡

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

your dog was one peculiar creature, the moment you step foot outside, the little cutie wouldn't stop sniffing every single thing around him. when you finally managed to bring your dog to the park, you sigh in relief. surely he would wanna explore now since you guys were in an open space. but no, apparently some random bush was far more interesting than whatever else was at the park.

until you were suprised when a brown fluffy poodle approached your pup. it was collared, your sight following its leash until you lock eyes with a guy in a cozy sweater.

"kong!! don't go running into random dogs out of nowhere!"

you assumed kong was the name of the friendly dog that approached yours.

"no don't worry! it's completely alright, i think my dog could use a few friends anyway, everytime i walk him, he doesn't even move an inch and keeps smelling things!"

"well, looks like the both of them are getting along. oh, junmin's the name by the way!"

he introduces himself, and soon you follow, beginning a small talk between each other as your dogs mingled along. the conversation must've been so good that junmin didn't realize his grip on the leash loosened, and kong suddenly bolts, your dog following suit.

"kong!!!!"

the both of you didn't expect to be caught in a chase real quick, and even if those dogs were quite small, they're still pretty damn fast. after a few minutes of running around the park, your pets grew tired, finally. so that's how you find yourself beside junmin sitting on the unoccupied swings, your dog sleeping soundly on your lap.

that meeting was the first of many as you continued hanging out with junmin everytime you walk your dog at the park. leading to meet ups where you guys bought pet treats, cute clothes for your dogs, and even left them at a doggy daycare for the rest of the day so you guys can hang out alone with each other.

another day passes, the sky clear. as usual, you were with junmin again, but he looked like he was in deep thought. so you asked him if something was bothering him, staring at the way he takes a deep breath before staring right at your eyes. some otherworldly force must've been helping him, suddenly no one else was around this area of the park. he cheers for himself inside, he can do it. a perfect moment as your two dogs are busy playing with each other at a corner.

"y/n, we've been hanging out with each other for quite some time now. i really got to know you well these past months, and i really enjoy spending time with you."

junmin starts, avoiding your gaze. he can't see it, but you smile at him. "me too junmin, i really enjoy your company."

"well, i don't wanna dwell on it much anymore. so i'm just gonna say it. y/n, you mean a lot to me, and… and i like you alot—"

you were about to take a step closer to him until kong parks his butt right at junmin's feet, and suddenly starts pissing all over him, a loud screech resounding throughout the park.

"kong!!!!!"

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

you wanted a change of pace for now, so you decided it would be nice to take tours of the different art galleries in your city. all was going well, when after a few trips to different galleries… you started to notice this one dude with a very striking fashion sense. as the coincidences of you guys visiting the same galleries at the same time continue, you really can't help but notice him. i mean, who wouldn't turn their head towards someone wearing a bunch of layered clothing with different patterns and textures—but somehow still make it work.

one day, you finally knew what to call him. sumin, he says, officially became your unofficial tour buddy as you continue to plan a lot more trips for next time. that's how you find out what a surprisingly chill guy he is, a huge contrast to how he dresses. sumin had mentioned his daily life consisted of making art, paintings, lounging around parks, and of course, visiting art galleries.

"it's honestly kinda boring though." sumin stares off at a distance as he stirs some of the hot chocolate he had ordered at this cafe you chose to rest at for awhile, after a long session of looking at paintings and whatnot.

"boring?! i'd kill to have a life like that. i only go to art galleries as some kind of escape from my hectic schedules,"

you continue to rant as sumin listens carefully. this was the cycle for about a long time, enough for sumin to know almost every single thing about you now. so does his feelings for you grow by time. he only ever comes around to check out pretty paintings, but instead he's found someone like you, the prettiest he's ever met. just as how unpredictable he was, you weren't expecting him to tell you his feelings anytime soon.

starting the day as usual, you guys meet up at another art gallery that just opened, somewhere beyond the city you reside in. you were quite excited about this one, having seen how popular it got on the internet that you just have to really see it for yourself. as you walk around the gallery, stopping by each painting to tell a bunch of stuff you've read about it to sumin, you can't miss the way he intensely looks at you, his eyes tracing your own up until he's scanned your whole face. honestly it was kind of odd, but you brushed it off. he must've been trying to focus, seeing the way he scribbles on to the paper really hard.

"it's really interesting right?" you ask, totally oblivious to whatever sumin was doing.

"yeah, totally."

an hour passes and you reach the exit of the gallery, but sumin still seems to be busy with his damn paper…

"dude… i literally stopped talking like fifteen minutes ago, what could you possibly be taking notes of. like i get that the paintings were interesting, but were they really that interesting for you to keep writing until—"

sumin finally hands you the piece of paper. you flip it over, your eyes widening before looking back up at him.

"you did this?!" he only replies with a hum, flashing you that cute smile of his.

you couldn't help but feel your heart warm at the sight, all this time he was sketching a beautiful portrait of you. it doesn't look polished, the strokes were the kind of messy that worked together. despite the lack of color, the ink of his pen was enough to convey the way he sees you through his eyes. suddenly your gaze flickers towards the bottom of the page, a little scribble of handwriting made by sumin

i like you, y/n <3

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

finals were nearing, spending most of your days at the cafe near your university. even before, you loved to hang out here, to the point that the baristas already recognize you as a regular. it's just that these days, you were needing coffee more than usual, or else you won't survive by the end of the semester.

so when you order the 'usual' this afternoon, you weren't expecting such a different flavor to meet your tongue, fighting not to spit it out and make a scene. internally you were asking yourself what went wrong, approaching your barista friends to ask them if they accidentally gave you the wrong order. but your name was on the cup, so that couldn't be the case, right?

instead, you found out that a newly hired barista made your order. 'jinsik' he introduces himself, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at the floor. and boy did you really forget about the bad drink the moment you laid your eyes on him.

thank god you were able to blink yourself free from the stare you held on him, he's quite literally the most charming barista you've ever seen around here. once he finds out he messed up your order, he apologizes cutely… almost bows to the floor but you stop him.

ever since then, he makes it a point to leave messages on your cup. he's so sweet really, he found out that you were hanging out here for longer because you're studying for your finals. leaves cute messages that cheers you on for the rest of your study time :(

eventually he finally mixes your drinks really well. you often stay during weekends, sometimes staying until the cafe closes, this is usually the time where no one really orders or comes in. jinsik takes it as a chance to leave the counter and sit around with you while you study (mostly just him distracting you because how could you not devote your full attention to someone like him?!)

by the day of your finals, you make one last stop by the cafe to get a drink for the morning.

"hey, y/n! d-day right? there's this drink i've been seeing around everywhere, i heard it's mixed with ingredients that are good for focus. want me to make it for you?"

you curiously agree, taking the cup from him once he's had it done. taking a sip from the drink, your eyes widen because it's a flavor you recognize, something you've brought up with him before, and he remembered it :(

but you wonder how the hell he made it taste so good, taking a peek at the sticker on the cup that showed the drink add-ons. strangely there was none, turning the cup around until you see his message scribbled with a marker.

i like you y/n♡ let's hang out after your exams, yeah? early celebration bc i know you'll ace it!

you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up at his words, he wasn't even saying it directly to you, but your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest. you immediately look for him, spotting him behind the counter, already looking at you fondly with a smile on his face :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

it was the most awaited night of all time, your school's prom night. everything was perfect, from your outfit, and your friends that are coming with you. but as the event dragged on, your friends wanted to go on their own ways and spend time with their dates. personally you didn't mind, they'd already brought it up before, and you were completely fine with it.

as you sit by the snacks and drinks, you begin to wonder if you should've taken the time to ask your long-time crush to be your date for prom night. hyunwoo, his name was, the main vocalist of your school band that was quite popular with the students. to you he was just the coolest, especially when he sings everytime they perform. but because of that, you assumed that there must be other people that were already hitting on him too. he probably already has a date, someone much better than you, even.

you silently sulk at the corner, busying yourself with the cup of fruit punch you grabbed awhile ago. that was until someone announced through the microphone for everyone to gather by the stage. hyunwoo's band was performing, of course you rushed towards the crowd that also came to watch. right, not only was he gonna be busy with his date for tonight, they were also preparing to perform. must've been why you weren't able to see him around the moment you step foot in here.

and they begin, the band playing their original song. well, it was the perfect song for couples, everyone linking up with their dates to slow dance with each other, making you feel out of place. you left your spot at the middle. forget about watching hyunwoo sing at the stage. you disappear at the back of the crowd, hand still holding the cup of punch from awhile ago. the ice had already melted, you didn't even bother to drink it, probably tasted bad already. just like how you felt watching everyone dance with their partners, you would be lying if you said you weren't jealous at all.

though you decided to distract yourself for awhile, you can't help but think about hyunwoo while you were alone. i mean, his voice is literally the only thing you can hear from the speakers right now. every single line he sings, you can't help but look back on your memories with him. he was one of your close friends, sometimes you guys spend afternoons alone, by the bleachers or maybe helping him with some songwriting and practice. minutes pass by, the band was done, but hyunwoo's voice suddenly saying your name through the microphone caught your attention.

"this song is actually dedicated to someone who's very close to me. y/n, if you're listening, i want you to know that i really really like you."

the crowd suddenly cheers, the band taking their time to leave the stage. at the back, the stage lights were blinding to you. you can't really see hyunwoo. not until you hear a shout of your name, turning to meet his eyes.

"y/n. you're here! i was looking for you everywhere, i wasn't able to see you among the crowd." he begins, panting a bit as he ran from the stage towards where you are.

you weren't able to stop him from suddenly dragging you outside, right at the garden of the venue. it was only the two of you here, sounds of the crickets were doing a little bit to ease your nervousness.

"um, i really enjoyed your performance awhile ago." you began, staring up at his eyes.

"of course, i practiced really hard… for you."

hyunwoo takes your hand in his, fingers tangling with each other. "hyunwoo, i really like you too. a lot."

he blushed at the statement, the both of you avoiding each other's gaze. there was a moment of silence that fell upon the both of you, but your linked hands weren't budging at all. until you hear the faint start of a song from the venue, still quite loud even though you were at the garden.

"want to dance with me y/n? i wasn't able to be with you awhile ago." you weren't able to say no, facing him as he rests a gentle hand on you waist, looking straight into your eyes as the both of you begin a slow rhythm of dancing to the song. it was the best ending you could ever ask for, officially sealing the endless pining the both of you endured, the perfect night made under the dozens of stars and the cozy moonlight.