#i'm pretty sure this was for the kiss prompt list? sorry if it wasn't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[erikahenningsen]

Rejanis. Dealer’s choice. ;)

32. A kiss while someone watches

Regina barely slept last night. Actually, she hasn't slept well for at least a week. Her body feels sluggish while her brain moves fast, thoughts whipping by like she's in a car with a steering wheel that doesn't work.

She picks at her thumbnail while her friends gather into a circle, and Kyle places the bottle in the center—an empty wine bottle Regina had pulled out from the recycling bin in the garage.

Regina tries to think of a way out of this game but comes up empty; she's positive that if she protests, everyone will somehow, suddenly know.

They'll know that Regina's been spending her nights staring at her ceiling, trying and failing to think about anything or anyone but Janis. That she runs her phone battery down scrolling through Janis's personal and art Instagram accounts and her camera roll, full of photos of them together or just random photos of Janis, for hours. That last night, Regina hesitantly typed am I gay? into Google.

As Kyle and Karen make juvenile jokes about kissing, Regina gets the creeping, panicky feeling she did when she got on the biggest roller coaster at Six Flags last summer—like she's being strapped into an experience she doesn't want to have and handing the controls to her life over to someone else.

Kyle's big, boyish hand lands on her knee, and Regina jumps.

"You good, babe?" he asks, and Regina fights not to cringe like she does every time he calls her that.

"Good, all good," Regina says, hoping she sounds cool and casual. Not that she expects Kyle to pick up on any nuance in her tone.

They've kissed a few times, and it hasn't been particularly enjoyable. Kyle's lips are rough, and he presses in too hard, is too eager to use tongue. Every time, it leaves Regina with the unsettling thought that there is something deeply wrong with her.

"I'll go first!" Karen says enthusiastically, reaching forward and giving the bottle a spin.

Regina sits back on her hands, watching as the bottle slowly spins to a stop, pointing right at Kyle. All the eyes in the circle turn to her, and belatedly, Regina realizes she's supposed to give a shit.

"Watch yourself," Regina says, pointing at Karen. Everyone laughs, but there's a distinct tense energy in the room—probably because Regina knows for a fact half the people here have never kissed anyone.

Karen shuffles over to Kyle, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in. Karen, at least, has kissed a few people already, so she's playing for fun, not to increase the number of fingers she can put down during a game of Never Have I Ever.

The kiss is short and relatively chaste, because Regina knows Karen would never actually kiss her boyfriend, and certainly not in front of witnesses. But Regina knows she's supposed to be jealous, possessive, so when they part, Regina slides her hand into his and gives him a look.

"Sorry, babe," Kyle says sheepishly as Karen scoots back to her spot.

Regina presses a brief kiss to his lips and reaches for the bottle, saying, "I'm not watching you kiss someone else again so soon." In truth, she just wants to get this fucking over with.

Regina stares, almost hypnotized, as the bottle spins around and around. She's so focused on the movement that it takes her a moment to realize that it's stopped.

On Janis.

For a minute, Regina has no idea what to do. Of course she wants to kiss Janis. She thinks constantly about kissing Janis. She has dreams about kissing Janis. But she's spent every night for the last month praying to anyone who would listen that she could stop wanting. Stop wishing.

Regina realizes that she's been frozen too long, and Janis is starting to shift uncomfortably. The only way out is through, she figures. So she crawls over, sets her hands on Janis's shoulders, and leans in before she has time to think about it too much.

It is absolutely nothing like kissing Kyle. Janis's lips are so soft, and she tastes like the Twizzlers she had been eating. She inhales just a little when Regina makes contact, so that Regina can feel it, and it takes all of her willpower not to shiver.

This, Regina thinks absently, is what it's supposed to feel like.

Regina's whole skin is buzzing like she's electrified, and she tilts her head a little so they fit together more seamlessly. It's like everything suddenly falls into place, and she understands what she's been missing this whole time when her friends talk about their crushes.

Janis tenses beneath her, and Regina pulls back abruptly, realizing with a start that she's taken way too long. There are a few giggles behind her, and she feels her face burn hot. Janis is looking at her, wide-eyed, an expression Regina has never seen before.

Regina hears a whisper behind her, maybe Gretchen to Karen, and she has to do damage control. Now.

Regina slides back to her spot in the circle, a coy smile forced onto her lips.

"I knew she'd let me do that," she says, like she's saying it only to Kyle but she makes sure it's loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's like, obsessed with me." She smirks and flips her hair over her shoulder and she feels sick, like she might throw up all over Gretchen's Steve Madden boots.

More giggles and whispers, but this time they're looking at Janis, and Regina feels a sense of relief knowing that it won't be her they're talking about at school on Monday.

Regina chances a glance at Janis, who is looking at Regina like she's never seen her before. Regina looks away, desperately trying to think of a way to let Janis know how much she didn't want to do that without toppling her carefully crafted house of cards.

Maybe it would be easier if Janis hated her, actually. Sure, it'd hurt, but maybe it would stop these thoughts. These feelings. It's you or me, Regina tries to silently tell her.

And Regina will always pick herself.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Go With This

Prompt Day 30: New Year's Eve | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Underage Drinking, Weed, Off-Screen Sex While Under the Influence | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, New Year's Eve Party, All the Teens, Kissing at Midnight, Getting Together, Morning After, Eddie POV

"Gareth, no!" Eddie screams, as he steps through the doorway, but it's too late. The bottle of champagne pops open, exploding all over Steve's kitchen.

"Oh, fuck!" Gareth says, trying to control the spray, but it's useless. He's making it worse instead of better. Gareth didn't shake it up on purpose, but Eddie watched him poking at the cork with his pocket knife and knew something bad was gonna happen.

Gareth is flailing around, shouting, "I'm sorry!"

Steve's already waving him off, grabbing a towel off the counter, then some paper towels, and finally the mop for good measure. It's going to be a goddamn sticky mess when it dries, that's for damn sure. 

"It's okay," Steve says, but Eddie can see that his jaw is tense, clenched. 

They didn't even ask if they could have New Year's Eve here at his house, they all just decided that's what they were doing, and made Steve go with it.

Eddie gets down and tries to help wipe it up, but he's pretty faded. Argyle brought the good shit, and Eddie's been going out back with him and Jonathan all night long.

But, Steve smiles at him, so maybe Eddie isn't on Steve's shit-list.

The ball drops, and it's 1987. He made it through 1986, thank fucking Christ. Eddie watches everyone take turns kissing each other. Weird. He thinks he could have lived without seeing Nancy kiss Jonathan, and then Steve, back-to-back. But then she kisses Argyle, and Argyle kisses Jonathan as Nancy kisses Robin. 

Is this an orgy? 

Was Eddie invited to an orgy and didn't know it? 

Or, do preppy kids have a version of key parties? Eddie looks for a fishbowl.

Gareth gawks at him, like, what the fuck and Eddie stares. He doesn't know either. Clearly not wanting to be left out, Gareth kisses Goodie, much to Goodie's chagrin. Jeff just laughs, and then kisses Eddie, and it's weird, but okay, he guesses.

Then, Nancy presses her lips to his.

He's kissed Nancy Wheeler now. In what world?

But, okay. That's okay, too, he supposes. 

It wasn't sexual. He's sure of that, and if he had any concerns, they'd have evaporated a second later, once he sees Robin kiss Steve. It's the weirdest thing he's seen yet, even if it's only a hard pucker of a kiss that nobody would ever mistake for being romantic. It looked more like a hostage situation, and Robin immediately wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, hard.

"Rude," Steve says, and Robin laughs.

Then, Steve looks at him, and Eddie falters.

Steve's gonna kiss him.

Eddie watches Steve lean in, and Eddie doesn't know if he needs to go with this, or flee the country. It's too late to choose, because Steve presses his lips to Eddie's, and Eddie's hand isn't connected to his brain anymore, because he lifts it, cupping Steve's neck. 

Steve startles, but only for a second, then opens his mouth over Eddie's, and now they're kissing kissing. Not just the friendly peck Steve offered everyone else. 

Shit. Fuck. Damn.

Eddie tries to extract himself from this, but Steve's fingers are digging into his back, and Eddie can feel everyone's eyes on them. They're never gonna live this down. 

Steve finally lets him go, and Eddie makes a move to step away, but Steve grabs his hand.

"Happy New Year," Steve says to the room, and heads for the staircase, dragging Eddie along behind him. 

Oh shit. 

But Eddie follows, willingly. Letting Steve pull him to his bedroom. Letting Steve yank his shirt over his head, letting Steve press kisses to his chest, his scars. Hands roaming, both of them pulling off clothes, grabbing at each other. 

This is really happening.

Eddie tries to toe off his Reeboks, but realizes he's wearing his boots, and almost falls over. Steve doesn't let him, and just squats down, and starts unlacing them. Pulling the long laces loose, in swift movements.

It's hot. It's so hot.

And Steve is eye level with his dick, and this is what dreams are made of, for sure.

Happy Fucking New Year.

In the morning, Eddie clomps across the kitchen floor in his unlaced boots, and the soles stick with every step. He gets a vaguely clean-looking glass from the countertop, and fills it with water. 

And drinks, and drinks, and drinks.

He looks out over the living room, and can see Gareth on the couch, with one eye barely open. Clearly hungover. Maybe Eddie fucked up letting Gareth join them. Gareth's not that old, not yet. He's still in that weird middle-ground. Eddie was drinking and smoking at his age. Steve, too. But maybe they shouldn't encourage it. Maybe Gareth should have been sent to Dustin's kiddie party, instead. But Gareth would've fought that.

Gareth whistles low, a mocking catcall.

Eddie looks down. He's wearing his boxers, and his boots. And that's it. Fuck. Yeah, he's hungover, too.

Eddie doesn't give Gareth the satisfaction, so he twirls, showing off. Acting like he meant to look exactly like this.

Then, Steve stumbles into the kitchen, taking the glass from Eddie's hand, gulping down the rest of the water, and he's in his briefs, and that's it. With a big-ass hickey on his neck, that Eddie is certain he's responsible for, even if he doesn't quite remember doing it. 

"Steve's hairy," Gareth mumbles, and Eddie laughs, even if it kills his head. 

They are all so hungover, it's ridiculous. Maybe he shouldn't have mixed champagne, beer and liquor with Argyle's weed.

But then Steve leans down, and puts his chin on Eddie's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist, hugging him from behind. No, Eddie thinks this is the best thing he's ever done, maybe. 

Eddie leans back into him, and Steve kisses him on the bare shoulder.

"Happy New Year," Eddie says, quietly.

Steve chuckles, hugging him tighter, "Well, it sure has been so far."

Yeah, 1987 is definitely going to be Eddie's year.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey, I really appreciate your answering sex ed questions and was hoping you might be able to help me out. Sorry for the long tmi I'm about to give but I don't know how to ask this except by listing out everything relevant I can think of.

I'm afab (cis-ish in the sense I don't particularly see myself as a woman but don't bother trying to get other people not to, but that isn't really important here) in my mid 20s and a virgin, and I don't know much about sex drive but what I do makes me feel like maybe there's something off about mine? I used to consider myself bi ace until I realised I did feel some degree of physical attraction to women that I don't to men so now I call myself a lesbian but the attraction I feel is still very... vague? Like, I'll see a pretty woman and get some kind of rush of feeling, but it's not really a particularly physical feeling of arousal (though I am autistic so it could be I just don't recognise it as physical because of interoception difficulties), more like... sorry if this is an inappropriate metaphor but. More like the urge to pet a really cute cat. I've made out with women and it felt vaguely nice (certainly nicer than with men which I've also done but it was awkward and vaguely uncomfortable) but no more than that. I don't get anything from my physical partners biting down on my neck or nipples or other common erogenous zones though I feel like they expect me to, and kissing is kind of nice but kissing with tongue feels awful. I'm not sure if I'd ever actually want to have full on sex, the thought of letting someone near my sex organs sounds unpleasant. I sometimes masturbate by rubbing my clit and there's a moment that feels like a climax where it gets really hard and sensitive and I used to think that was an orgasm but reading your recent description of an orgasm I'm actually pretty sure I've never had one. I've never had the urge to stick anything in my vagina, only tried it because I heard if it causes pain it might be a cause for medical concern (it didn't cause pain - it felt kinda nice, not anything special though and certainly not something I'd do without prompting). When I masturbate there's only one specific non sexual scenario that gets me off (though maybe about once a year at most I can successfully get off to sexual scenarios with fictional characters but never with real people and it isn't as effective). I used to masturbate more than I do now (I know it dropping off suddenly can be a cause for medical concern but it wasn't sudden, just spikes of activity getting gradually shorter and rarer - I can think of months when I'd do it every night to fall asleep but those are very much outliers scattered across the years rather than my baseline, which is occasionally doing it absentmindedly while falling asleep but very rarely intensely and on purpose). I probably should have sought out more sex ed at some point but sex just never felt very important to me.

Anyway I guess my question is. Is all this normal? Am I actually ace after all? Do I just have a low sex drive? Is any of this cause for medical concern? Do you have any idea how I might be able to actually get an orgasm, if what I thought was that actually wasn't?

hi anon,

all of this is incredibly normal. what I'm hearing is that you kind of like kissing women and aren't particularly interested in sex? that's awesome. kissing women is great, strongly recommend, and if that's all you're interested in then that's just dandy. no need to pretend to enjoy anything just because a partner expect you to; a polite "no thanks" will suffice, followed by kicking your partner to the curb if they don't listen to the no.

whether or not you call yourself asexual is up to you, that's none of my business and I can't pick for you. there actually isn't a secret barcode hidden somewhere on your body that will reveal your Real True Sexuality, you can just pick whatever words you want that kind of get the gist at any given time. would calling yourself asexual feel nice or helpful to you in anyway? if so, awesome! does it not appeal to you at all? okie dokie! don't do that then.

literally nothing you have described sounds like something that would be cause for medical concern, unless I missed something that's regularly causing you any physical pain or discomfort.

I think focusing on orgasms isn't that important, actually, and you can actually just touch yourself in whatever way you want for as long as it feels good, and then stop when it doesn't!

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Pairing: Steven Grant x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k (Explicit)

Request: "If you are still taking requests from the prompt list… what about Steven Grant and the Alleyway/Alley corner? I recently found your blog and it is *chefs kiss*"

Steven Grant + Alley/Alleyway: (prompt list here)

- Working under the guidance of an ancient Egyptian goddess was hard enough, without having to track one of your counterparts halfway across the globe every time he had a crisis of confidence. Marc Spector had been a thorn in your side for years on the job, his stubborn and erratic personality making him a nightmare to work with and the last person you'd willingly spend time with.

- So when you landed in London and started tailing him to see what shit he was pulling before you made your move, you could hardly believe the the change you saw in him - his arrogance facade faded into a sweetheart who took pride in showing little kids around a museum and helping them pick out toys, even if it seemed like a bittersweet irony that he always strayed into the Egyptian exhibits first. The man had become a creature of habit, taking the same route to and from work every day, stopping at the same places, and generally being far too easy to track for your liking.

- You were sure it was a trap, some fucked up game Marc was playing with you, but that didn't stop you deciding enough was enough and confronting him one night. He'd just finished his shift at the museum, leaving late after being punished with inventory, and as always got the bus back to his side of town. You were sure he'd noticed you sat with your back to him on the bus, but he chose not to say a word which only left you feeling more confused about this game of cat and mouse.

- Finally he slipped down the dimly lit alley that took him almost all the way home, footsteps speeding up slightly, like subconsciously he could sense that he wasn't alone on his journey.

"Marc!" You called out, stepping into the alleyway and blocking his path, his strict daily pattern making him just too easy to intercept. You expected him to start running, to scale the walls beside you, but instead you just heard a quivering voice, with a slightly unplaceable accent, reply,

"Umm, my name's Steven. With a v."

- As you strode closer the cowering man didn't back away, or even try to move a muscle, his wide eyes tracing over your silhouette as he took you in, surprised by the colour flushing to his cheeks and his rumbled brain choosing your beauty to focus on above all else.

"Fuck off Marc, you don't think i'm falling for that do you? We have work to do." You sighed frustratedly, feeling a tinge of guilt as he shook his head vigorously, eyes apologetic and soft, the antithesis of every interaction you'd had with Marc Spector.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know who that is, but I promise I'm just Steven, and we've never met before. Except you were on the bus before right?"

"So you did notice me tailing you?" You countered quickly, trying to get the truth behind the spark of recognition in his eyes. He gulped and nodded, suddenly very self conscious,

"It's hard not to notice a woman as pretty as you."

- His gentle smile, the warmth in his words, the slight hint of both fear and excitement in his eyes, this was definitely not Marc - and you were starting to feel more and more pleased with that fact as you let a smile creep across your cheeks, like everything that bothered you about Marc was reversed here, but in same gorgeous muscled package that you'd wanted to get a better look at for years.

- You only had to take two steps forward before Steven backed himself against the wall, desperately confused by the overlapping feelings of intimidation and arousal building up inside him, sure no-one had ever looked at him quite this way before, the happiest a deer has ever been to be in headlights.

"You're not so bad yourself Steven with a v, and SO much more charming than the guy I was looking for." You purred, inching forward until your body brushed lightly against his, the contact enough to know he was just as interested as you are.

- He didn't know quite how he ended up here, but Steven's mentally cheering himself on for managing not to mess this up yet, confident that anything else he says might be the thing that scares you away - not that you seem like the kind of person who's ever scared really. So he decides not to open his lips again, and instead listens to the voice in his head that tells him to lean forwards, setting his lips lightly against yours, testing the tempting waters he'd let himself sink straight beneath.

- You're leaning into him in no time, fingers trailing through his hair as your lips part, tongue taking control of the kiss and showing him he really doesn't need to be gentle with you. It's been a long time since you'd been able to take a break from work to have a little fun, and even if you still have to hunt down Marc, you can take a night off to enjoy a sweet British guy who takes way too long to build up the nerve to put his hands on your waist.

- You use your arms looped around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, grinding your hips against him and swallowing the whimper he lets out in response. His eyes are clenched shut as he tries to keep some semblance of self-control, mortified by each of the soft moans that slip out at every brush of your hips, determined not to let this opportunity get away from him. He lets his hands drift down your hips, skimming over your thighs as one gingerly reaches under your skirt, stopping when it finds the wet patch starting to form on your panties in all the anticipation.

"Bloody hell love." He breathes out as he starts to toy with you through the slick fabric, the sweet noises his touch elicits emboldening him to apply more pressure, rubbing firm circles over your clit, feeling your breath falter against him. He captures your lips in a greedy kiss as slips his fingers inside the fabric, his thumb returning to your clit as two fingers slide inside you, the delicious stretch almost enough to buckle your knees. His free hand keeps you pinned to his chest as works you up, every touch leaving you panting against him, your kiss trailing to his neck, leaving a bruise he'll wear with endless pride tomorrow.

- As his relentless pace starts to build the pressure inside your core, your thighs tremble again, making it harder and harder for you to keep upright in his arms, his own aching need growing inside his straining trousers. When he hears you moan out his name, he decides it's now or never, taking his hand away just short of your bliss, the whine that escapes your throat entirely involuntary.

"Just a second love, I'll be all yours again soon." Despite his clear power over you, he still stumbles over the words as he glances over his shoulder before undoing his belt, slipping his trousers down just far enough for his throbbing manhood to spring free, the cold night air making him hiss through his teeth at the sensation. Dropping to his knees he places a constellation of gentle kisses on your inner thigh as he slides your soaked panties down your leg, handling you oh so delicately as he helps you step free of them, stuffing them in his pocket before bringing his lips to sensitive skin again.

"You really know how to make a girl weak in the knees." You praised, surprised by the sweet giggle your comment drew from the man. The comment spurred him on to pull your thighs around his waist, rising back to his feet and pressing you against the wall behind you, now face to face again with so little fabric between you.

- Reading the uncertainty on his face you quickly nodded, squeezing your legs around him until you felt him start to slide inside of you, his fingers barely doing his size justice. Pure elation flashed across his face as you moaned out his name, the way he filled you quickly bringing your building pleasure back to the brink again. His hands gripped your ass hard as his hips bucked against you, sharp thrusts fucking into you over and over, his lips hungrily swallowing yours like he'd been starved pf the sweet affections of a kiss for as long as he could remember.

You grabbed at his broad shoulders, struggling to stay upright as his pace quickened, holding off his own release with everything he had before he could give you everything you needed. You were grateful he lived a pretty quiet side of town, the noise of the two of you echoing through the alley, the danger of getting caught only heightening all your senses as Steven's needy whines grew with the frantic pace of his hips, fighting his release but losing the battle in such a salaciously hot situation. You couldn't help but think you might need to extend your time in London to find out what other talents this Steven held, all thoughts of Marc long gone as a his new heavy rhythm brushed just the right spot inside you to have your head rolling back against the cold brick wall as you clenched down around him, your release all the more satisfying for his immediately following it. He clung to you like you were the first life preserver he'd been thrown in a very long storm, panting and moaning as your waves of pleasure seemed to ripple straight through him too, his lips chasing yours even as he desperately struggled to fill his lungs.

- As you come down from your high you'd have to tap him on the shoulder,

"Steven, you can put me down now." Straight back to bashful and embarrassed he'd apologize and pull out of you, cursing the whimper he let out as he finally left your soft warm entrance, dropping to the floor to ensure you were safely back on your feet, and feeling his heart do a flip as he caught a glimpse of his cum starting to drip out of your pussy and onto your thigh.

- By the time he's started to redress himself you're halfway down the alley, disappearing into the dark, leaving him calling after you,

"Am I going to see you again?" He wants to shout your name, but realises he never found it out.

"Maybe. I know where to find you Steven with a v." You replied without looking back, smirking to yourself at the thought of showing up at his door any time you wanted. You only missed the proud smile he gave himself as he pulled your underwear out of his pocket, knowing he'll struggle to think of anything else on his lonely nights now, mumbling to himself 'more like Steven without a v.'

[notyourhetloki]

Hello👋

I if it's not too much of a bother could I please request

"I can't get enough of you" and "you look good like this"

With Ryan ken from barbie?

(I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense)

can't get enough (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Reader/

A/N: Hey, anon! Thanks for requesting! It made perfect sense, but I wasn't sure if you wanted nsfw so I just assumed... I can rewrite it if you don't like it! xoxo Prompt list mentioned: here's the link

Warnings: this Ken has genitals lol, short but smutty, submissive!Ken

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Ken had his eyes on you all night long, observing every little detail, every dance move... he was enthralled by you.

Since he had become your boyfriend, he appreciated and desired you more each day that passed. And he was so in love... so in love it hurt.

After the party ended, he gently pulled you in his arms and kissed butterfly kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

You guided him upstairs to your bedroom, where clothes started flying everywhere with little to no care. Butterfly kisses became heated, impatient ones. Your hands traveled down his torso while his focused on your waist and ass.

"Ugh, I can't get enough of you..." Ken whispered into your ear, teasing it with his teeth. He was getting needy.

"Lay down for me, blondie." You ordered, and like a good doll, he obeyed.

Getting on top of him, you began slowly. Teasing and kissing his skin from his mouth down to his lower abdomen, trailing a path of sloppy kisses that made him whine.

You knew it was enough teasing when his dick started throbbing, being painfully ignored up until then. You finally began pleasuring him with your hand, up and down movements slowly relieving some of his tension.

"Ah... (Y/N), please... Ah... ah..." Ken couldn't stop moaning, whining every time he exhaled... it was the hottest thing ever.

"You look good like this... a total mess." You teased, because let's be honest, Ken was MADE to be teased like that.

Tears of pleasure began running down his cheeks, and you made sure to kiss them clear. His eyes shut closed and his mouth stayed agape, breathing heavily and moaning your name with every stroke.

When Ken began getting a little too rousey and his breathing got erratic, you knew he was close. Your hand started stroking him quicker while the other caressed his pretty face.

Ken got a hold of your free hand and held it, intertwining your fingers as he babbled through his orgasm. "Oh, (Y/N), oh... I'm... I-I'm gonna... Aghh!"

His cock twitched with every outburst, covering his belly and your hand with cum. Breathing slower, Ken looked to be in complete bliss, smiling as he regained composure.

"Oh, Ken... always such a good boy for me." You praised, a grin stamped on your face as you kissed his lips tenderly and checked: "Are you alright, love?"

Ken laughed lightly, fluttering his eyes open to catch a glimpse of you. "Thank you, babe. And yes... I'm more than alright."

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[princessmaybank]

🍒 - 2 & 10 w/ jj plsss 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Awe I hope you like it!!! This was so cute and I loved writing it! Enjoy!

Only One Time

Pairings: Sweet!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse. More fluff.

Summary: Prompts 2 & 10 from this list.

Authors Note: I rarely write fluff so you guys better like this one!

JJ's POV:

It was just supposed to be a one time thing. That's what we told each other 3 months ago. We've had sex at least once a week since then. It wouldn't have been a problem if I would've just kept feelings out of it. I tried, I fought like hell, but every time I hear her moan my name, it sends me through a tunnel of love.

That is the same for this time as well. I am currently balls deep inside this amazing girl and she can't stop moaning my name and clawing my back. I like to think of her scratching as her way of claiming me.

Recently I've been trying to keep her in positions where I didn't see her face, but it never helped. This time, she insisted on missionary, so basically I was fucked. Haha literally. "Jay- I'm gonna cum- don't stop!" She moaned. Fuck, she said my name again. I can't stand it. "Me too, me too.." I hissed out. Y/N clenched around my dick and came all over it. It was just enough to tip me over the edge. I slipped out and spilled my cum on her stomach just in time. We both stared at each other with bright smiles on our faces. We both looked exhausted but she still looked perfect.

"What is it Jay?" She asked, catching her breath between words. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? " My cheeks heated up and I mentally slapped myself, I don't know why I just fucking said that.

"Uhm no actually.." She blushed and looked down at her fingers. I definitely couldn't take back what I said. Not that I wanted to, I just wanted to fucking hide for the rest of my life. "Well I think you should be told every day. You really are absolutely gorgeous Y/N. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I smiled and gave her a small hug. She seemed to blush harder now. "Thank you Jay, that means a lot to me." Y/N answered.

We laid there cuddling for a while, nearly falling asleep a few times. I'd like to say this was the first time we cuddled after sex, but it's actually become a normal thing since our 3rd or 4th time together. So yeah, pretty much every fucking time.

"Hey Jay?" She asked. We were spooning, one arm under her head, the other is laid over her hip, and my dick was pressed against her ass. "Yes Y/N?" I asked. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?" She questioned. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I mean it?" I was slightly confused. "No one's ever called me beautiful before and our situation isn't exactly easy, so I guess I just thought you said it in the heat of the moment." She sounded upset. "I'm sorry." I don't know why she apologized. "You have no reason to be sorry." I turned her so she was on her back and I was hovering over her.

"I would never lie about something as serious as that. Especially to you. I could never lie to you Y/N." I brushed some hair out of her face and she nuzzled into my hand. We couldn't stop our glossy eyes from staring at each other.

I'm not sure how but it felt like our lips were magnetic. They pulled us closer and closer to each other until they crashed together. We had tried kissing before in bed but that was so different. Before it was hot and steamy, with no emotion. This one was full of passion and desire, but not in a sexual way.

After our long, beautifully emotional kiss, I pulled back and we looked at each other with shock and what seemed to be the most intense feeling a human could experience.

"I love you. "

I said barely above a whisper. I wasn't afraid to say that anymore. I needed her to know, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. But her eyes softened. "I love you too Jay." She pulled my lips back into hers.

When we pulled apart I felt so much better knowing that she felt this way too.

"Will you go out with me?" My heart beat out of my chest as I waited for her answer but I had a feeling the odds were in my favor.

"Of course Jay!" I was right.

[husbandograveyard]

speeding for more Nanami goods

Hazel, to the previous one, could I add him with prompts 4, 5 or 1, pretty please? 👀🙏

I see so many jujugoods on the list, I'm already so excited!

This event is what got me back into writing a little. I have A LOT of JJK on my brain right now it's 90% Geto, I have no excuses. So I am more than happy to provide some Jujugoods! First one for the event is Nanami, and this one came out pretty sweet. Hope you enjoy!

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️ Prompt: “Sorry for the cuddling. I’m usually not that clingy.”Character: Nanami Kento x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned) ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Fluff ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You had your arms wrapped around Nanami's broad chest, tracing figures on his arms. You were resting your head, feeling your breathing slow down and even out -you had been completely out of breath mere minutes ago. 

You listened to the sound of his heartbeat, the rhythmic pounding a soothing melody, only helping you further to relax. You let out a content sigh, almost as if to start a conversation, but you weren't quite sure what to say. You wanted to soak in the atmosphere and enjoy the post-sex bliss just a little longer. You had felt a connection to Kento unlike any other before. Usually, after an encounter such as this one, you would be getting up, ready for a shower and the rest of your day. But now, you just wanted to stay, hold him, caress him and cherish him. And this had all led to the apologies that came from your lips: 

“Sorry for the cuddling. I’m usually not that clingy.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest that you could feel on your cheek, the arm wrapped around you tightening a little bit more. He wasn't super talkative, not in the bedroom, nor outside of it; but he still humored you with a response. 

"Don't apologize. I am happy to be here with you. There is no rush, we have no plans." 

Sweet, yet practical. That was the man you had fallen in love with. And he was right: there was nothing going on, you had the rest of the day for the both of you. You could perfectly cherish the moment, and you would probably do so. You would soon get up, maybe get a shower together, and then get some food. 

But for now, you would enjoy his presence, his scent, his steady heartbeats and his breathing. You would be tracing figures on his arms and chest with your fingertips, muscles sometimes twitching slightly in response to your featherlight touches. You would feel the soft pressure of a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head, a soft wordless gesture of affection, so full of love, and it would make your heart soar. 

You readjusted your pose, snuggling even closer -as far as that was possible- and wrapped one of your legs around him. You relished in the feeling of your bare skin on his, even if the readjusting took some effort -remnants of sweat, and others, had made your skin a little sticky. 

You felt your heartbeat slow down, almost matching his, and you noticed your breathing had completely evened out, your body fully recovered -for now, you were sure you would be sore tomorrow. 

You turned your head slightly, pressing a kiss to his chest, and then closed your eyes, laying down again. This wasn’t a one time thing, this wasn’t a singular encounter. No, this felt like the start of something more than that. You were eager to see where this would go, though for now, you would just relish in the moment.

[booppooo]

heey can i ask for a oneshot abby×female reader (she/her pronouns), #1 from your prompt list with some fluff too 😊😊 (suggestion: the reader and abby are making out softly and it turns into something more and Abby decides to eat her out on the dinner table)

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: dear god I'm so sorry this took so long to write, also gonna try to keep this short cuz I have a tendency to drag shit out

Warnings: oral, general gay stuff, drinking, I think my writing style has changed? sorry?

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It started off innocently.

You were lounging on the love seat, watching some weird Japanese cartoon Manny had raved about and drinking a beer. Make that three.

"It's hard keeping up with the captions." You complained, finishing your drink.

"You're telling me." Abby kicked her feet up on the coffee table and sunk further into the couch, not paying mind to the TV. When her arm fell across the back of the couch you took to her side and cuddled against her.

The dull edges of her nails ran along your spine in a comforting rhythm, serenading your deeper into her warm torso. Eventually your felt her fingertips on your skin, not just the pressure through your shirt. The mild buzz of the booze was making your lids especially heavy. However, Abby seemed to have something else in mind when her gruff palms started massaging your hip beneath your sweats. Albeit the sensation and release was soothing, but you knew what her next few steps would be.

"Babe..." she softly grumbled, planting a kiss on the crown of your head, "I'm bored." You hummed lazily in response, purposefully ignoring her digits slyly slipping under the band of your bottoms. But she made sure you couldn't ignore her anymore when she got a hand full of your ass.

"Abby-!" You grumbled against her, "Not tonight, I'm tired."

She started massaging your waist again, "We don't have to do anything crazy, let me do all the work." Somewhere along the lines her other hand had gotten mixed up under your shirt.

You let the thought simmer and juggle around in your mind. On one hand you truly were getting sleepy, but on the other hand...

Abby's tongue.

Speaking of - she had repositioned so she could kiss and lick along your neck, further convincing you to fall in line with her plan. It was proving increasingly difficult to call it a night when she started humming and nipping at your skin. You'd be a liar if you said there wasn't a growing, warm tingle below the belt. So you leaned into her affection, pressing your hips against her meaty thigh as your implicit way of giving her the green light.

She took you in her arms, adjusting your figure so she had easier access to the parts of you she wanted to grace. Her quickly dampening lips made a journey from behind your ear and down your neck, taking full advantage of your low-collared tank. Clearly her drinks had opened a few filters since she didn't bother groaning or even moaning against you as she groped your skin and worked you up - something she was usually hyper aware of.

Pulling away for just a second, she let slip a few words, "Love you babe, gonna make it worth it." In turn your cheeks started to burn an bashful pink. You further leaned into her, readying to give into whatever she had in store for you.

When you sprung up from the couch, and your feet didn't hit the ground, you yelped - especially at the small batch of butterflies lining your stomach. That was until you noticed Abby's arms flexing beneath you and effortlessly carrying you somewhere.

"Where are we going?" You giggled, suddenly going breathless when Abby started working a purple patch beneath your jaw.

Then your backside met a stiff surface, your fingertips quickly identifying it as your small dinner table, "Abby-"

"You look just about good enough to eat."

You knew she felt proud of that one. It was pretty damn clever.

"You're so dumb," you rolled your eyes, counterintuitively wrapping your legs around her waist.

She smiled against your collar bone as her hands slithered your shirt off, "You're dumb. Take this off and lay back."

Now Abby's lips were getting acquainted with your torso, plotting delicate, slippery kisses under your bra and around your belly button. Meanwhile, she had hooked her fingers around the waist of your sweats and started shimming them off your hips, underwear caught up in the mix. The anticipation for you was building, because Abby knew you, and she knew her tongue, so it was a recipe for pleasure. You weren't shameful about your shifty pelvis, sometimes lifting to graze against her as you sighed.

"Relax baby, I'll handle it. I always do." Abby cooed, thumb swiping over the mild hump of your hip bone.

She started at your inner thigh, not afraid to involve her tongue with her loving kisses along your skin. She knew what she was doing - building you up until you almost whined about not getting enough, then she'd swoop in and give you just what you wanted, needed. Her other palm found the underside of your thigh and gave it a home over her broad shoulder, the other soon following. Then her arms hooked around your limbs from below, almost locking your legs flush with her build as to assure no escape. Finally, her eyes locked with what her tongue had been buzzing about since her fingers grazed the fabric of your shirt. There was a familiar shimmer and a heat emanating onto her expression, the scent of sex following and mixing with her hormones in some way she couldn't explain. One thing was sure, she needed to dive in.

First with her tongue of course. Slowly, meticulously taking her time to part your slit until her taste buds found the source of what had made your cunt so glittery. And when she did, the sugary warmth excited her drive, forcing her tongue to travel to your clit. It's arrival was much anticipated because when the slick of her hot tongue made its first swipe against your near throbbing bud, a throaty sigh released from your tight chest. It managed to subside and elicit an ache only she could build and put to rest. Fortunate for you both, she knew just how to do that.

Anytime your hips would jolt or jut her unreal strength would keep you in place so her tongue could swirl just the way it needed to - uninterrupted by your overly excited nervous system. You could feel the accumulation of your slick being smeared grossly all over your cunt via her slippery tongue, only adding to the mess. But this didn't bother you, because Abby was tidy. She was clean and tedious, so this mess in the name of your orgasm was simply part of the process. It was something she enjoyed the most about having your lips against hers...your other lips.

"Goddamn..." a long sigh followed your curse. Your fingers had infiltrated her loose braid and nails were digging into her scalp.

Abby knew she was good. Good enough for you to take hold of her strands and wriggle your hips impossibly closer to her mouth; if she couldn't get closer, she'd get faster. Her sloppy tongue would just get sloppier, quicker, nearly careless. She needed to cover as much area as efficiently as possible because from the way your thighs were tightening and your nails scratched she knew you were close. Excitement sparked in Abby's chest, and she grabbed your hips as if she were cupping your cheeks to more deeply immerse herself.

"Fuck, yeah - just like that." You grumbled, but despite the delivery of your message, you couldn't be anymore enthusiastic.

Your waist grew jumpy, only it didn't make it very far from the table because Abby made sure to keep it in place. Her strength once again was a merit, because she had such a disgustingly hot battle between your soon to be overstimulated clit and her fucking ferocious tongue. Any move in the wrong direction on account of your eagerness could ruin this for both of you. Luckily, your orgasm was a certain reality when the spot in the middle of your pelvis grew fiery, so much so your body took refuge against the table. The sensation was wonderfully identifiable as it spread warmth rapidly across your muscles and nervous system, clearing your brain of all thoughts and forcing provocative moans from your throat.

Between all of this, Abby worked hard to make sure it was indeed worth it. She continued to maneuver her tongue just the way you said to, keeping you steady as the rest of your body tensed and relaxed at once. Eventually she let up on your hips and let your soaked center grind senselessly against her face until your figure grew limp and satisfied, at which time Abby dedicated to gently cleaning up the sticky mess she had worked so hard for.

She was careful to not return to your clit full throttle, only kitten licking when needed and mischievously enjoying the whining from you when she did. Besides that, her work was careful and purposeful until you were free to let her slip your underwear and comfy pants onto your very much tired self.

[thefandomthings]

Follower Milestone Event!

Hello everyone! I have finally reached 230 followers and have decided to do a prompt event! Thank you to all who are participating or interacting with the posts, its greatly appreciated!

How it works: Send a request with your character of choice and a prompt/prompts from the list bellow and ill write it!

Notice: These will not be long fics, just little drabbles. Once the prompt has been used it'll be crossed off. <3

Dividers: @/cafekitsune Masterlist Masterlist #2

꧁༺ 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯/𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 ༻꧂

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"Quite smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

"Tell me you love me."

"Can you read to me?"

"I need to go but- one more kiss."

"I like when you say my name like that."

"Your eyes are like doves, my darling."

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you."

"I love you." "Say it again." "I love you."

"You're really fucking cute when you are jealous."

"Shes not yours."

"I love your bedhead."

"You're mine."

"Why are you on the table?". "A better view of life..". "Where is the spider?". "....By the door...."

"Do you like my new dress/suit?"

"Whats on your mind? I want to listen."

"You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to."

"I love you're lips." "Why don't you kiss them then?"

"You're utterly gorgeous, I can't stop looking at you."

"I can't live without you, darling."

"Between ice cream and you, you might be my favorite."

"You're so damn beautiful, baby. I cant believe your all fucking mine."

"You are my new pillow."

"You have a beautiful soul."

"You're enough. You are more than enough."

"I don't understand, but i believe you."

"Is that my shirt?"

"Look at you, so small and cute :3" "Shut the hell up."

"If i ever lost you, I'd fall apart."

"You own my heart."

"Dance with me."

"Can i play with your hair?"

"You ramble and its adorable."

"Give. Me. The. Remote."

"You're a woman, that alone makes you magic."

"You're the only one who calls me that. Its kinda cute."

"Its not a double date, we're just third and fourth wheeling."

"Don't you dare throw that snowba-Goddammit!"

"Should i stop talking?". "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You say she/he hung the moon, I say she/he hung the galaxy."

ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs

"Every time i see you, I feel more alone."

"I'm not going to kiss you, you broke my heart."

"Where were you when I needed you most?"

"I trusted you. With everything."

"I loved you, I really did."

"It doesn't matter what i want."

"Did you really think you'd get a second chance?"

"Cant i come with you?". "You know you can't."

"I know i shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I don't hate you..". "I know sweetheart."

"I didn't say I don't love you!". "Well you certainly didn't say it back."

"You see them they way I see you."

"That hurt you son of a bitch..."

"I have a right to be angry."

"I thought you were dead."

"You used me, just like everyone else."

"That was never my intention, Y/n.".

"Stop lying to my face."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Why are you being like this?"

"Don't shut me out."

"Why wont it just stop?"

"Just talk to me."

"I would give up everything for you, my love, but I shouldn't have to."

"You're late."

"I love the way you hate me."

"Sorry doesn't fix everything."

"You could have died!". "I didn't-". "Well you were pretty fucking close."

"You're not a bad guy."

"Isn't it enough yet?"

"I woke up, and you were gone."

"Those things you said yesterday....Did you mean them?"

"I'm not sure how many coffees it takes for me to be happy, but so far, its not twelve."

"Just admit I'm right."

"Just admit you're wrong."

"Don't yell at me."

"That wasn't what i asked."

"Please don't make me answer that..."

𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

"Make me."

"Can I sit in your lap?"

"Say the word and I'm yours."

"We have to make this quick."

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

"...Or we could just get naked?"

"You either shut up, or I make you."

"Don't give me that look."

"First one to make a noise losses."

"Close the door."

"Wait your turn, love."

"Behave."

"Ngl, that turned me on."

"Come here."

"Oh really?"

"I only want to please you."

"Again."

"You have 5 seconds to get upstairs."

"Is there a reason why you are naked in my bed?"

"Stop moving."

"You could be wearing a trash bag, and I'd still want you."

"Thought we could do a little more than just kissing."

"Look me in the eyes."

"Give me your hands."

"Sit down. Now."

"I think we should have another."

"Take it off."

"You are so perfect."

"More."

"Hold still."

"This is new."

"Lay back.''

"Eyes on me."

"You belong to me."

"Bite me.". "Don't tempt me sweetheart."

"Fuck." "Already did that."

"Watch your tone."

"Since it's you, Ill let it go...Just this once, understand?"

"You think you can run that pretty little mouth of yours whenever you want?!"

"Yell at me again, and Ill give you a reason to scream."

[nichoswag]

Hey I really love your works!! I wanna request the trope "demon x human" with maki please? Demon is y/n and human is maki! Not sure if you need more infos, but you can add the prompt #9 "may i have this dance?” Thank you!!

eyes . hirota riki

prompt: "may i have this dance?"

trope: demon x human

pairing: stranger!human!maki x demon!female reader

warnings: reader is a demon obviously, lots of flirting, kissing, cursing, teasing, fear, pet names (handsome, love, cutie)

song rec: your eyes tell - bts

a/n: this is an interesting take on this trope! when i put it on the list, this was not exactly the person and scenario I'd imagined for this quote and trope, but i'm happy to write it!! i like writing new things! thank you anon for requesting, and i hope this is what you had in mind! enjoy ♡

maki looks around the lively room. he's currently at a party his friends have dragged him to, except they've all gone off and he's all alone.

he keeps looking for his friends when he spots you.

you meet his curious, doe-like orbs with your own siren eyes.

immediately, you decide you need to have this man. he's simply too cute and attractive. you have the urge to steal him and take him far away so only you can look at him.

maki's curious eyes turn fearful as he realizes you're eyeing him as if you want to devour him whole. he realizes as your eyes flash red exactly what you are.

a demon.

maki obviously knew there would be demons at this party, but he could not have predicted he'd pique one's interest. he wonders if the rumors and myths about your kind are true - are you truly capable of unimaginable sins? would you snap and kill him in a heartbeat?

you notice the look on his face change from curious to terrified, and flash him a smile as if to say 'it's alright, i'm not gonna hurt you,' as you're thinking quite the opposite. there's just something about him that makes you want to protect him forever.

as you smile at him, he takes in your razor-sharp teeth from across the room, and his fear turns to sheer panic.

"relax, she won't hurt you," a voice says from beside him. a girl slings her arm around his shoulder. "i think she likes you, actually, considering she looks like she wants to rip my throat out."

maki looks back to you to see you making a face that's truly much more terrifying. somehow, even looking angry, he's able to notice how absolutely stunning you look in your red dress with your hair down.

"do you wanna go get a drink with me?" the mystery girl next to him asks.

only then does he notice her sharp teeth and red eyes.

"oh- i, uh-"

"sorry to interrupt, but can i steal this guy away for a sec?"

maki turns to see that you've made your way across the floor and are now standing in front of him, seemingly close to bursting into flames.

the girl side eyes you, but maki feels something wrong about staying with her, so he opts to nod at you as you take his hand and lead him back across the room.

you both seat yourselves on an unoccupied couch, ignoring the couple making out against the wall next to you.

"sorry if i startled you," you say. "that girl is just-"

"dangerous, right?" maki asks, and you're taken aback at how he knew that. "i could kind of sense something was wrong with her."

"she's one of those demons who hurts humans for fun," you explain. "i won't get into detail, but it's pretty fucked up."

his eyes widen. "wait- so you mean all demons aren't like that?"

you're again taken aback. "how little do you know about us? the laws we go by say we can't do any harm to humans."

it's his turn to be surprised now. "but- earlier, you were staring at me like you were gonna eat me."

you laugh, and he somehow still thinks the sound is sweet. "i wasn't gonna eat you, silly. though i could if you want me to-"

"i'm good, trust me." he chuckles.

"so what's your name, handsome?" you ask.

he blushes furiously. "it's maki. well- riki, technically, but my friends call me maki."

"cute," you mutter. "i'm ____."

"that's a pretty name," he says, attempting to be bold.

you giggle. a new song plays in the background, a japanese song you recognize by bts. "ooh, i like this song!"

he nods his head to the beat. "it's a nice song. you have good taste.

you stand up in front of maki and extend your hand. "may i have this dance?"

he giggles like a little kid. "you sound like an old person."

you glare at him. "do you wanna dance or not?"

he grabs your hand and you both walk closer to the middle of the room. his hands are on your waist, yours on his broad shoulders, and you swear you could die like this as you sway to the sweet melody.

"so, you like me?" maki asks suddenly. "that's what that girl said, and the way you were looking at me..."

you contemplate how to answer. "well, yes. i thought you were really cute when i saw you and i hated that that bitch had her claws on you."

he blushes again, flustered. "you're really pretty yourself."

"yeah, love?" you smirk at him. "you like me too, don't you?"

he exhales sharply, not sure how to answer. "um... i think so."

"you think so?" you aren't satisfied with his answer. "you mean you don't know?"

"well... i wanna get to know you better," he says.

this satisfies you a bit. "you're so cute," you whisper, but he hears anyway.

"thank you," he says, not meeting your eyes.

you remove a hand from his shoulders to palm the side of his face and steer it back towards you. "look at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes of yours."

he blushes again, his doe eyes wide as he looks into your narrow, crimson orbs. they're beautiful to him, in a way.

he realizes your faces are getting closer together when you're only inches apart.

"can i kiss you?" you whisper as your lips ghost his.

he closes his eyes and connects his lips to yours. your arms wrap fully around his neck, pulling his body in closer, and his arms envelop your torso.

a few moments later, he pulls away with a gasp for air. "jesus. that was..."

"good?" you ask, tilting your head to feign innocence. your eyes narrow. "i've been told i'm a good kisser."

"how many people have you kissed?" he asks, seemingly upset.

you caress his face with one hand, reaching the other to snake around his waist and close the distance again. "the number doesn't matter. what's important is that none were ever as stunning as you."

you kiss him again, and this time he rests his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the bare skin where there's a gap in the dress you're wearing.

this time, you pull away to let him get some air, but you stay close, resting your forehead against his. "i want to get to know you too, cutie."

he giggles against your lips. "well, what are you waiting for?"

©nichoswag | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hey, could u do smut 7 with Shuri? Thank u! 

Prompt Request: Hellooo ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ Can u do 7 from the smut prompts lists with Shuri? ALSO I REALLY LOVE UR WRITTINGSSS AAAAA, U DID A REALLY GOODD JOBB ON UR WRITTINGSS ♡ I hopee u have a greatt dayyy, and take caree

Smut #7: “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

You flipped through the papers in front of you with a slight scowl as Shuri was explaining the sequence to you again. Something about it just wasn't clicking on your brain, giving you a hard time. 

"Baby can I just skip this one? It's harder than I expected it to be." You whined in frustration as she let a laugh rock her frame. She moved a couple of spheres before looking over at you to see your attention was on the papers in front of you. 

"I just showed you and you weren't even paying attention." She joked and you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry your highness. Can you ever forgive me?" She gave a small smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't know. You don't seem like you deserve my forgiveness." You began to pout as she grabbed hold of your waist. "You weren't paying attention when I was trying to help you." You frowned knowing she did attempt to help you but you didn't want to pay attention. You didn't say anything before she pulled you to the glass in her lab. You could see the rest of the lab down below and it never ceased to amaze you. Without warning she pressed up against you, pushing you closer to the glass. 

"Griot. Lock down the upper part of the lab. No one gets in or out until I say so." She said and you shivered as her breath fanned over your ear.

"Yes Princess." Her hand started traveling down your body and you were glad you wore a dress today. Her skilled hands undid your lab coat revealing the black dress underneath, stopping mid thigh.

"Shuri what are you-" She peppered soft kisses along your shoulder cutting off your sentence as she moved to lift your dress over your ass.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” You could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she slid your panties to the side to toy with your folds. She purposely avoided touching your clit and you wiggled in annoyance until her hand came up to grab your throat. "You don't listen when I try to help you and you're the one mad? Absolutely not princess. You don't get to be mad." Her voice was enough for you to moan out softly as her fingers grazed over your clit. Bucking into her as she drew circles into your skin before pushing a finger inside you. You groped to grab onto something for support but all you could do was push into the glass in front of you. She held you to make sure you stayed bent over as her finger slid in and out of you. "You look so pretty like this sthandwa. So fucking pretty."

You found yourself pushing back to fuck yourself on her finger when she added a second one. Her speed increased and the glass in front of you started to fog up. "What would the others think if they saw you like this? All they have to do is look up. Then they'll see you fucking yourself on my hand." Cocky little shit. Your eyes fluttered closed when her thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. Your knees shook a little and sweat started to form on your forehead. You clenched down on her fingers causing her to groan into your ear. 

"Just like that. Are you going to cum for me?" She lightly bit down on your ear as you put more force into fucking her hand. Her hand sped up and you clenched your thighs together. "Cum for me pretty girl. That's it." Her words pushed you over the edge and you found yourself coming undone all over her hand. She fucked you through your orgasm before pulling you back into her. "Open." Your lips parted as her fingers slipped in your mouth giving you a taste of yourself. "Pull yourself together sthandwa." She grinned as she pulled your panties and dress down. Hiding your panties in her pocket you buttoned the lab coat with a playful scowl. You went up to kiss her and she leaned into you. 

"I love you." You mumbled against her lips as she held you. 

"I love you too princess. Griot allow access to the upper part of the lab." She said aloud before pecking your lips again. The door opened to reveal Okoye with an annoyed expression on her features. 

"About time! We have things to discuss with the queen." The two of you nodded before her attention went to the glass. "Also Princess get someone to clean your window. It's all smudged. Not a good look."

[03jyh23]

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"Are you drunk?"

"Sorry, I haven't checked my phone all day."

"Do you ever think about the future?"

"I can't help you if you won't let me."

"We never should've kissed—that was our first mistake."

"I'm not leaving you."

"I don't deserve you, but I want you anyway."

"Why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"Am I not good enough?"

"Be patient with him. He's trying."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Careful there, someone might think you're actually starting to care."

"Did you want to be alone?"

"You want me? Here I am."

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Someone's had a little too much to drink."

"You refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"All you do is hurt people!"

"I have so much I want to say to you."

"Don't we deserve to be happy?"

"Are you happy here with me?"

"I can't do this without you."

"Wait. Did you hear that?"

"Well, this is where I live."

"I haven't kissed you yet today."

"I don't need you to understand, I just need you to help me."

"Do you remember anything? At all?"

"Why don't you stay the night? I'll take the couch."

"Please... say something."

"I don't like the way they look at you."

"Is that blood? Is it yours?"

"You don't give a shit about me."

"I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here."

"I had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure until now."

"I'm supposed to be the one protecting you."

"I trust that you'll be on your best behavior tonight?"

"You're not a very convincing liar."

"Is this seat taken? Sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"I hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"You look... amazing."

"Would it be alright if I borrowed this?"

"The only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

"I heard you were feeling sick, so I made you some soup."

"Put me down! I don't like to be manhandled!"

"This is the part where you leave."

"You don't need to protect me."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Don't run away from this."

"You can't just show up here like this."

"It's not going to be easy, you know."

"I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You got me flowers?"

"Can I come inside?"

"You're not leaving again, are you?"

"I'm on your side."

"I don't always need you to fix everything. Sometimes I just want you to listen."

"What are you trying to prove?"

"Don't be naked. I'm coming in."

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"You can't get rid of me that easy."

"I was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

"You've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?"

"Are you... smelling me?"

"Don't go. Please."

"I'm going. Are you coming with me or not?"

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"You're afraid of the dark?"

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."

"You're not the only one whose life was ruined."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"I swear it wasn't me."

"I haven't heard from you in weeks."

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

"Everyone's staring at us."

"You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

"I'm not sorry."

"Pretty and smart. We're gonna get along just fine."

"Let me see that."

"Quick, this way. Before they see you."

"I never want to see you again."

"Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?"

"Hey, it's getting late. You ready to go home?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"Let me buy you another drink."

"We could leave, you know. Go far away."

"I was worried something happened to you."

"I bought two. Here."

"I'm starting to think you like wasting my time."

"I guess I should've told you."

"I like seeing you smile."

"I'm never gonna let you go."

"I can't remember what it's like to be truly wanted."

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

"I wish I could hate you."

"I just want to belong somewhere again. Or to someone, I guess."

"You're not getting away this time."

"Stop wallowing in self-pity."

"Get out of my way, I won't tell you again."

"I'm only helping you to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"In about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"I did warn you not to trust me."

"I only wanted to help."

"I've got to get home, it's getting late."

"I'm a little disappointed. I expected a bit more of a struggle."

"You don't have to hold my hand."

"You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. I couldn't bring myself to wake you."

"Don't worry, I'll get you home safe and sound."

"You remember me. That's good."

"Promise me you won't overreact."

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"Come back to bed."

"Looking for something?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"You can't come around here anymore."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"We can't fix this. Can we?"

"Tell me it's not true. Please."

"Nobody tells me what to do."

"You don't even know my name."

[glowingbadger]

idk if this will be too specific so feel free to mix and match as you like, but 2, 16, 37, and 38 for Axel?

AXEL MY SPECIAL MAN I love him so much, always thrilled to write for him lol. And y'know, I've had this concept in mind with him for a super long while that, after he gets his heart back, he might have a hard time fully dealing with how intense his feelings for Reader-chan are, and how different it makes the sexual side of things feel for him, so I'm gonna roll with that for this and apologies in advance if it gets a bit longer than some of the other kink prompt drabbles~~

(Side note I wasn't sure who you wanted on the giving/receiving end of any of this so... I guessed lmao. Also because this was a lot of kinks for one piece, I played a little fast and loose with them and some are represented more than others. I was just kinda winging it idk)

Anyway man I spent too much time struggling to find any time to write lately so like if I have to come back to this in a week to fix word repetition and type-os then... so fuckin be it I guess lol

Axel (Kingdom Hearts) x GN! Reader

Kink prompts list #2 - body worship, #16 - praise, #37 - massage, #38 - size difference

NSFW 18+

Axel kisses you differently these days. Like the moment he feels your lips on his, he's struck by something powerful and compelling. Like he can't quite control himself. With his heart returned to him at last, you've quickly discovered the novel and enthralling sensation of it pounding rapidly beneath your hands when they come to rest on his chest. But then- just as he has every time since your reunion -he stops. The warmth of Axel's touch leaves you, and he pulls away even as your hands subconsciously remain clenched around his black t-shirt. You blink your eyes back into focus. He glows in the early evening light where the two of you have settled on a large blanket along the shores of the Destiny Islands. The stunning turquoise of his eyes still seems to sparkle like the sea itself, even as he glances away from you and sighs.

"S- Sorry," he mutters, his head hanging, "We should, uh, probably get back to the others, yeah?"

Your brow furrows, and you pause to watch him at first. It's impossible to tell in the bleeding reds and oranges of the coming sunset, but it almost seems as though his face is flushed pink. You wonder- have you ever seen Axel blush before? It doesn't seem like him. But then, he hasn't had his heart for very long.

Just as he starts to pull away from you, you find your voice,

"Axel- wait," you gently tug him back towards you on the blanket, and he follows so that he's made to face you, "Is... is everything alright?"

"Huh? 'Course everything's..." he trails off as he meets your eye. His expression falls, and you can tell he sees the pained concern on your face. He sighs.

"Sorry, I uh... Ugh," he runs a hand through his hair, exasperated, "Don't look at me like that, c'mon. I'll spill, okay? It's just," his posture deflates, "it's pretty lame."

You shift closer to him, straightening the scrunched up blanket as you do so you can pretend you don't notice the way his body tenses beside you.

"You've just... been worrying me a bit lately, that's all. About how you're doing and, well, about us."

"Woah, woah, hey now!" Axel frantically takes your hand in his, holding it almost painfully tight near his chest, "Don't go thinking like that! Don't ever think that! It's my fault- I'm... not used to actually feeling all of this."

You frown a bit, then your brows raise as you gradually begin to understand. As you process, he elaborates,

"Before, when I 'felt' things, it was more like remembering, or thinking about feeling. Like... when someone tells you something really sad, and you feel bummed about it, but you weren't really there, right? It wasn't your sad thing that happened."

You get the feeling that, for him, this is a frustratingly inadequate metaphor. Still, you understand well enough, so you nod.

"I got used to that," he says, his eyes low before raising them to gaze at you with a sincerity that makes your chest ache, "But now, it's different- I feel everything. I feel it so much- an-and, being around you, it... drives me absolutely nuts. My heart," he releases your hand and places his at his chest, "It just goes wild when I touch you, sometimes it's like it's about to go up in flames."

You look at him warmly, leaning close.

"Well, if anyone could handle that, it'd be you."

He gives a short laugh through his nose, and his gaze softens.

"Guess so. Anyway," he sighs, "it's super lame, so... I didn't wanna bother you with this. But I kinda blew it, huh."

"It's not lame, Axel," you say with a grin, "Honestly I probably should have thought of that before now- I'm sorry I didn't. It must be really overwhelming to be feeling so many things for the first time in so many years. You were just a kid when you lost your heart."

"Guess that's fair..." his body finally relaxes a bit, but after a pause, he adds, "Still, I feel like a jerk though. It's not that I don't wanna be near you, or... touch you and all of that," there's a heat in his expression as he speaks, raising a hand to tentatively graze his fingers down your jawline, "Man, I really, really do."

"Then... maybe you just need to ease back into it?" you lean into the feeling of his hand at your cheek, offering what you hope is a reassuring smile. He looks at you, confused but intrigued, and you say,

"Like, maybe you could just, you know, practice touching me. Take it slow, don't rush, and, well... touch me as much as you want."

The crimson of his face rivals his hair, and his voice scratches just slightly in his throat,

"Wha- like, like a massage?" he gives a short laugh, "I mean, I'll try, but I've never-"

"Sure, like a massage," you smile, and immediately begin undressing to only the bathing suite you'd thrown on beneath your clothes. He's seen your body before, back in his Nobody days- many times, and every inch. Now, you see his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathes deeply, watching you with something like awe in those bright teal eyes. A part of you dearly wishes you could fully understand how it feels for him. How world-shaking it would be to live without true emotions of your own, to somehow come close to love in that state, and then to one day regain those feelings and be confronted with the full intensity of it all. You wonder if he'll ever fully adjust; he lived without a heart for a decade, after all. But, at least for now, he seems very interested in that massage idea.

You lay across the blanket on your stomach and glance expectantly back at him over your shoulder. This seems to shake him back into the present moment, and he positions himself above you. Your body warms at the reminder of how much taller he is than you- the way that, in the past, he'd been able to manhandle you, touch any part of you, overwhelm you while you gasped his name. You shake the thought from your mind for the time being- he needs you to take this slow. For now, anyway.

Axel's hands come to rest tentatively at your shoulder muscles, and you smile at the familiar warmth of his touch. He's always been warm, though you suppose that only makes sense. Very gently- almost too gently- he begins to rub your shoulders up to the muscles at the base of your neck. You close your eyes and exhale, smiling while your heart flutters at the chance to finally feel this, feel him. Gradually, he works down to your shoulder blades, and you let out a groaning sigh as he works out a knot you hadn't noticed prior.

"Mmm, that's nice..." you murmur. You feel Axel's body tense behind you. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah," he says, too quickly.

Before long, those strong hands reach a firmer and more consistent pressure, and he seems ever slightly more sure of himself. You allow yourself a few happy sighs and groans to encourage him, commenting now and then when something feels especially nice. He takes his time, and you're patient, reminding yourself that, for as much as you burn and ache for more, he needs to be the one to guide your pace. Yet by the time his hands run down your back, tracing your waist and reaching your hips, you can't help the cat-like way you squirm beneath him. He's closer to you now, and you can feel his heat behind you. For a moment, you think you feel something else, too- something hard and warm at the swell of your ass.

"Damn, Y/N..." he mutters as he runs those hands back up your body, thumbs applying a wonderful pressure close to your spine, "You're gonna make me lose it with those noises..."

"Mmh, but it feels so good, Axel," you luxuriate on your words, mercilessly prodding at his lust. Perhaps it's cruel to tease him this way; already, you can feel the harsher grip of his hands, and you're certain you hear something like him biting back a groan of his own. With a playful look back at him, you arch your body and say,

"I missed this, you know. Having you on top of me."

"You little..." his words trail off, but his hands wander lower, briefly groping at your ass in a way that reminds you of how he'd grabbed and spanked you in the past.

"Sorry, sorry," you say with a small laugh, "Is this too much?"

"No," he grips your thighs and runs his hands upward until he's cupping your ass in both hands, spreading it beneath the fragile barrier of your swimsuit, "Now that I'm past that first barrier... it's nowhere near enough. Maybe that's what I was really nervous about this whole time."

At first, you only hum pleasantly as he fondles your body, your pulse racing with the thrill of his hands meticulously tracing your every contour. When you finally think to speak, you ask,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." you feel Axel's thumb play along the edge of your swimsuit, just barely sneaking below the clingy fabric, "I mean that I'm so crazy into you that right now I can't think of anything but how badly I wanna show you exactly how my heart and body both feel about you. And once I start..." his body presses to yours, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "I don't know how I'm ever gonna stop."

For a moment, you're mindless and breathless. The heat of him around you is intoxicating, warming you through to your core even as the sun begins to dip beneath the glassy ocean behind you. Axel props himself over you with one arm on the blanket beside you, while his free hand holds at your hip, tugging you against him so you can feel the pressure of his hard and throbbing cock against your ass.

"Please," you whimper, "Axel, I've missed you so much."

Without a word, he tugs your swimsuit out of the way and opens the front of his jeans. The head of his member presses to your needy, clenching little hole, then forcefully begins to spread you open around him as he thrusts forward. His impassioned groan is swallowed up by your gasping cry of his name, but for a moment, he simply remains sheathed in you. You'd nearly forgotten how big he is, and he seemed eager to remind you, but even so, you can tell he hasn't entered you to the base just yet.

"Sorry... for makin' you wait so long..." he grunts against your ear.

"Wo... worth it..." you barely manage to reply. The pain and pleasure of him stretching you around his iron-hard cock is mind-numbing. You feel the tingling sensation across your skin all the way to your fingertips. Then, just as you'd begun to get accustomed to his size, his hips begin to sway. Despite his desperation for you, he's gentle, carefully and gradually pumping into you at a pace that allows you to adjust as he fills you just a little deeper with each pass. Axel has always been so much more gentle than he wants anyone to know, but you adore the harsher things about him, too. When you feel the tinge of discomfort of his cockhead bottoming out inside of you, your ass finally meeting his lower abdomen, you sigh his name aloud in absolute bliss.

"How's... that heart of yours doing?" you half-sigh.

He's pressed against you, holding you with an incredible loving tenderness while his massive cock sends mind-breaking tremors through your core.

"On fire," he says, the pace of his thrusts picking up, his breath hot and ragged at the back of your throat, "I like it."

[alexanderossis]

Hi, from the ‘Protective prompts’ list.

Can I kill him now? -> for Britcedes pretty please!

If looks could kill, Pierre Gasly would be dead.

Pierre is a flirt when he's sober and even worse when he's had a few drinks.

Right now, he's pressed up so closely to George that George can see the freckles on his tanned skin, the details on the chain that hangs in the open v of his white button down.

George can't lie, Pierre is hot. A few months ago, he would have eagerly reciprocated Pierre's advances, wouldn't have felt uneasy from Pierre's hand that's tracking patterns on George's hip as they wait. A few months ago, he would have been far less immune to the Frenchman's charm.

But a few months ago, Lewis Hamilton wasn't in the picture.

He's still not 100% sure what they are to each other. And asking about it seems like a surefire way to end up alone.

But with the way that Lewis is stalking across the bar toward them, George thinks it might be more serious than Lewis is letting on.

"Gasly." Pierre jumps at Lewis's deep voice, suddenly next to him.

"Lewis, hey!" George likes the way Pierre says Lewis' name. He likes the way Lewis says his better.

"Please take your hands off of my boyfriend," Lewis smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

Pierre looks down at Lewis, eyes flicking between him and George, assessing the situation. His hand doesn't leave George's hip.

"Boyfriend?" Pierre cocks his head, smirk gracing his lips. "I don't see your boyfriend complaining."

George bites his lip, watching the two beautiful men in front of him. Did Lewis just say boyfriend?

"Probably because you've got him pressed up against the bar and he can't get away."

"Maybe he doesn't want to." Pierre licks his lips.

"If I were you," Lewis's voice goes quiet. He's scary when he's quiet, "I would back up."

Pierre looks between George and Lewis again. George gives a slight nod. His hand leaves George's side, and he raises both in a 'not guilty' motion.

"See you later, George," Pierre calls behind him as he turns and disappears into the crowd.

Lewis is ordering something at the bar, but George's brain is malfunctioning, stuck on the word that came out of Lewis's mouth. Boyfriend.

He puts something down in front of George, who reaches for the drink immediately, mouth suddenly dry.

"Can I kill him now?" Lewis says, tone conversational, words anything but.

"Uh," George responds, brain slow on the uptake.

Lewis looks up at him, cold demeanor gone, a mix of warmth and hesitation in his eyes. He takes George's hand, pulling him out of the throngs of people and towards the quieter recesses near the entrance.

"George," Lewis starts once they can actually hear each other speak, "Did I overstep?"

Without the thrumming music, George can think a bit better now. "No! I just-"

Lewis's thumb is tracing patterns on George's wrist where he's still holding him. "I shouldn't have said that I'm your boyfriend."

"I shouldn't have let him touch me," George mumbles.

"We never talked about it, I shouldn't have-" Lewis starts at the same time that George says, "I liked it when you-"

They both go quiet.

"Go ahead," George bites his lip.

"We never talked about what we were," Lewis sighs, "So I shouldn't have cut in."

"I wanted to be exclusive," George cups Lewis's cheek, "I just didn't want to ruin things by asking."

"You thought I wouldn't want that?" Lewis looks at him incredulously.

"Well-" George doesn't really know what he thought.

"I want that," Lewis assures, moving into George's space.

And yes, Pierre's tanned skin was alluring but the full presence of Lewis Hamilton, dark and toned and painted in tattoos... nothing could ever be more appealing than that.

"I guess we have something to thank Pierre for." George chuckles, leaning in close.

"That better be the last time I hear his name tonight," Lewis warns, surging up to press a kiss to George's lips.

Hope you like it anon! Sorry Pierre, I still love ya.

[joeylynchwife]

Sorry in advance because ,I have a bit of a list :)

How about :

27

23

35

38

45

With jj maybank??

He is definitely the jealous type..

How about Reader and him had a thing going on and he insisted that they are just friends?

Thank youu :)

prompt 23 and 45

pairing- JJ Maybank x Reader 1st person

warnings- kissing, smut (not really any), angst, mention of sex

summary- you and JJ have been secretly hooking up but you caught feelings and JJ is adamant he only thinks of you guys as friends

I'm lying in bed with just underwear on watching JJ put his clothes back on, after ever time we have sex its the same once were finished he leaves straight away.

I wish it wasn't after the weeks we have been sleeping together I've caught feeling for him I couldn't help it my heart flutters ever he says sweet things to me or calls me nicknames.

"Y/n" JJ calls my name and I'm pulled out of my day dream "I'm leaving I will see you later" just as he leaves I call his name and he turns around.

I don't know what I am doing but I need to tell him how I feel.

"JJ I know at the start we just said it dow was going to be just sex but I like you JJ and I don't want to just keep hooking up"

JJ just looks at me and after a minute he speaks "Y/n were friends you know and we decided at the start no feelings would be involved"

"I know but-"

"But what you thought after confessing your feeling we would just start dating"

A glaze of tears form in my eyes but JJ doesn't stop there.

"We are friends and that is it and lets just end our arrangement here alright" before I could get a word in he leaves closing my door.

tears wont stop falling down my face till they turn into full on sobs and I don't stop crying till I finally crash.

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Over the next few days I barley leave my room not answering text messages from the Pogue's.

I'm finally starting to feel better but still have a massive weight in my chest.

Kiara invited to a party at the wreck and I wasn't going to go as I guarantee it will hurt to see JJ but it will be a good chance to get drunk and hook up with a random guy.

I get ready in a short dress which will catch attention and make sure my hair and make up is done before Kiara arrived and we walked our way to the party.

I catch up with the Pogue's minus JJ and I tell them I have been ill for the past few days before go straight to the keg.

after a few drinks I start to get tipsy and a little handsy with a cute guy Pogue.

I giggle at everything he says even though I'm pretty sure none of it is funny but it forms a grin on the guys face.

My hands are on his chest while his lay on my hip. While were still talking I see JJ in the corner of my eye watching us and glaring at the guy I'm talking to ( I still don't know his name) but I decide to pay him no attention.

After a while I leave the guy to go to the chateau to use the toilet and once I've finished the door opens.

"Hey this is being used" the person who walked in does not say anything to I turn away for the sinks and see JJ.

"JJ what do you want?" He still doesn't say anything and pushes me against the wall and it immediately sobers me up.

"Are you going to seriously sleep with that guy" I can't help but scoff.

"Screw you JJ we are done I can sleep with whoever I want" JJ's looks pissed and I want to rile him up more.

"I might even do it here, in the guest room"

"And why the hell would you do that he wont be as good as I was I bet he can't even make you cum" he spits

I grin "aww JJ are you jealous" and even though I love the fact JJ is jealous he still rejected me and that makes my smile falter.

He pushes me against the wall harder "I'm not jealous. Fuck off"

"Yeah because were just friends right?" I say while a flash of guilt maybe regret? passes through his eyes.

"Y/n.." "No JJ you don't get to do this I confessed my feelings to you and you shut me down"

"I was scared" he whispers "You were scared?" "I also like you Y/n but what if it doesn't end well our friendship would also be ruined as well as the group"

"It was a risk I wanted to take"

I grab JJ's neck and pull him in to a soft kiss which he returns but it soon turns rough and desperate.

He hikes up my dress "hmm no panties"

"what can I say I went out tonight looking for somebody" His eyes darkened as he growled and kissed me more adding tongue.

[ilyasorokinn]

taylor!!!! congrats on 2.5k!!!!!! wooooo!!!🎉🎉

okay so i watched the top guns and fell in love so for a celebration request i was maybe thinking a Bradley Bradshaw (the fact that they named him that oml 💀) with the prompt “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” but with some fluff in there to not shatter my heart maybe? (if not that’s chill, break my heart). thank you and happy writing!!!

NOT GOODBYE

well, i'm happy to be of service. i too watched top gun and fell in love. also, no angst here, all fluff :)

1. "why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?" (from this prompt list, angst)

you and bradley were... something. you weren't sure, but whatever it was, it was pretty new. you knew what he did and knew that he could be called away at any given moment.

bradley had gotten a phone call a couple hours after you had left for work. he had been wracking his brain and trying to figure out a way to tell you.

on the way to your work, he made sure to pick up a bouquet of flowers and some sushi, which was your favorite. he walked into the hospital and looked around.

usually, he would see you at the nurse's station, but when he didn't, he walked up to the front desk, "do you know where nurse y/l/n is?"

"i'll page her." the man smiled, and paged you. within moments, you were walking down the hall.

when you saw bradley standing at the desk, your smile brightened, "what're you doing here, chicken-man?" you joked, and he rolled his eyes.

you leaned up and looped your arms around his neck, "can't i just visit you at work?" you led him to the garden in the hospital where you had more privacy.

"no, 'cause you're usually at work, too." you raised a brow, "so, why're you here?" you sat down on a bench, following him with your eyes as he sat down next to you.

"well, i have some news."

"what kind of news?" you tilted your head to the side.

"will you let me finish, woman?" he poked a finger into your side, causing you to squeal.

"sorry, you're making me anxious."

"i got a call this morning. nothing bad, but i leave in two days."

"leave where?"

"can't say."

"are you serious?" your face fell and his heart broke.

"yeah, i'm sorry."

"two days? isn't there like some kind of two-week notice, they're supposed to do?"

"i don't think that's how it works."

"well, that's how it should work," you commented.

"i just wanted to let you know."

"okay, that just means we'll be attached at the hip for the next two days." you softly punched his shoulder.

over the next two days, you and Bradley did spend the entire time together. you spent it doing whatever you wanted.

but when those two days were up, it was finally time to say goodbye to bradley. you were standing in the entryway of his apartment. your arms were wrapped around his neck and his were around your waist.

he was dressed in khaki uniform, which was strange because on the night you first met him, with all of his colleagues, all of them were wearing their khaki uniforms but bradley wasn't. he was in his silly hawaiian shirt and jeans.

"don't fly too high."

"that's kind of my job." he laughed.

"just don't like burst into flames 'cause you're flying too close to the sun."

"i won't." he shook his head.

you sniffled and pulled away, "i really like you, so don't go dying on me."

"i'll try my hardest." he smiled, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

"do you know when you'll be back?"

"i don't, but when i do, you're my first call."

"why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

"i'm not." he laughed, wrapping you in a hug again, "i promise." he kissed your head again, "i really like you, too, and i'll see you soon."

"see you soon." a horn honked outside, and you sighed, pulling away. bradley picked up his bags and kissed you again.

"don't miss me too much." he smirked.

"leave now, bradshaw." you laughed, pushing him out the door jokingly.

taylor's 2.5k celly!