#I looked in the mirror while wearing it and went 'yeah. I need me one of these' lol

[sheliesshattered]

Sewing Update

I've fallen off a bit in posting about my sewing projects, partially because the last few have been a bit difficult to photograph -- fabric that doesn't show up well on camera and finished projects that need a full-length shot while being worn, and I just haven't taken the time to set up the camera yet -- and partially because I've just been buzzing along trying to get through my autumn/winter sewing list as quickly as possible.

I finished the first of my viscose crepe knit dresses, in black, about a week ago, and I've been wearing it almost daily since then. I have fabric for navy blue and burgundy red versions of this too, both in this delicious viscose crepe knit, and I desperately want them (and maybe a nice dark green at some point too). But now that this dress is done I've stepped away from the knit fabrics so that I can get into gear with sewing the projects that absolutely need to be done by this time next month: the Very Fancy Santa Hat(s) and the Velvet Yule Dress.

The dress will be a much bigger project, with more complex seams, than the Santa hats. That, along with the timing -- I would really like to be able to wear the dress to an event on December 21st, whereas I think Jack will start wearing his Very Fancy Santa Hat just as soon as I can hand it off to him -- made it an easy decision to start on the hats now and save the velvet dress for next. The timeline for finishing the dress is a bit tighter than I'd like, but hopefully that'll just keep me motivated and working.

The idea behind the Very Fancy Santa Hat is really mostly right there in the name. For the last few years, Jack has wanted a Santa hat that doesn't look like it came off a shelf at CVS, something classy and classic that he can wear for years to come. He's mentioned it a few times in the past, and it got my wheels turning about making something truly heirloom quality. When I found some gorgeous burgundy red silk-rayon velvet at a really good price this last summer, I pitched my ideas to Jack and he was immediately all-in on the Very Fancy Santa Hat.

And now it's finally time to actually take all my ideas and assembled materials and start in on this hat for Jack (and a matching one for me!). After being thoroughly confused about whether or not this silk velvet actually has a visible nap at all, I just bit the bullet and cut out the two cone-shaped pieces I needed for the two hats. The velvet still does not seem to have a visible nap, but for the hats it doesn't really matter since each hat is cut as one piece. (For the dress I'll cut the pieces as though the fabric does have a visible nap, just in case.)

I drafted the pattern for the hats back in September, just using Jack's head measurement and a vague idea of how long the hat should be by estimating where the pompom should fall and measuring from Jack's forehead to that point. I treated that estimated length measurement as the radius of a circle, and drafted a little wedge shape, maybe roughly 1/6th of a circle, with the length of the curved lower edge based on Jack's head measurement, plus seam allowance.

I sewed a wearable mockup using the burgundy cotton flannel that will be a lining for the hats -- but found that while it fit me just fine, it was a little small on Jack. So I cut a second flannel cone hat, adding 1.25" to the radius length (and thus more width to the curved lower edge too) and that one fit Jack great without changing the look of it very much. That meant I could get straight to cutting out the velvet without worrying about fitting. The velvet exteriors match the flannel interiors, and that's kinda the point.

Like all velvets, this one likes to wiggle and creep when it goes through the sewing machine, so I pinned the hell out of each of my seams, using my good silk pins, reduced my sewing machine foot pressure to 0, and then sewed over my pins rather than removing them, and it worked out great. The cotton thread I bought for the red-black shot silk I used for my Rhaenyra dress last year is coincidentally a perfect match for this fabric too, so yay for using something from my stash for this project.

With the velvet pieces sewn into hat-shaped cones, I matched them up with their flannel equivalents, wrong side to wrong side (so all the raw edges are contained) and pushed the pointy end of the flannel as deep as possible into the pointy end of the velvet. The flannel lining will be warm and cozy, protect the raw edges from fraying or showing (heirloom quality is what we're aiming for!), and it gives the drapey velvet a bit more fullness and body. Once the velvet and the flannel were pinned together at the hat opening, I top stitched the two layers together. This bit will be covered by the fur trim, so I didn't need to worry too much about the raw edges being enclosed.

The fur I'm working with is very soft, but also rather floppy and lacking in any real structure of its own, and I'm going to need to piece it together a bit to go all the way around the rim of each hat. I decided that the easiest way to address both of these issues is to create an internal structure for the fur to attach to.

Like all of my sewing projects recently, I'm really trying not to use anything but biodegradable materials, so interfacing was off the table. I'm also trying to use bits from my stash whenever possible, so I landed on the idea of making something like the collar stand I made for Jack's Batuu jacket back near the beginning of the year. I don't have any duck cloth canvas on hand this time around, but I do have a little bit of osnaburg cotton fabric left over from the shade tent I made for Wasteland Weekend back in 2018. It has some body to it, but not as much as duck cloth, so this time I folded it over to be four layers thick rather than three layers, like I did for the collar stand. After playing around with a mockup, Jack and I decided that 3" tall is the right ratio of fur-to-velvet for these hats.

I did the same S-shaped quilting top stitching as I did with the collar stand, focusing on reinforcing the vertical 3" height rather than the head-circumference width. It's a bit tedious since the fabric has to be turned so often, but it's dead simple, and works well. Once that quilting was all done, I top stitched a straight line ~1cm from the top edge, which will be a guide for attaching the fur later on.

I estimated how long I would need for each hat and cut a bit extra, then pinned the quilted hat band onto the hat body to get the exact length needed to match the wide end of the velvet, then sewed the long band into a circle. With all that quilting through four layers of osnaburg, the new hat bands are rigid enough to stand up on their own, but still flexible enough to lay flat on its side.

With the hat band pinned onto the hat body, I could also get a basic idea of how the hat will look once the trim is on. I think the ratio of velvet to fur is right where I want it to be, and since the osnaburg is off-white, suddenly this velvet cone actually looks like a Santa hat.

And with that, I think the machine sewing on this project might be done? Next up, I'm going to handsew the fur to the osnaburg hat band, wrapping around from the outside to the inside. Once that's on, I'll handsew the band onto the hat body, sandwiching the raw edge of the velvet+flannel between the layers of fur. I'm going to make fur pompoms for the ends of the hats, of course, and that'll all be handsewing too. As a last step I think I want to embroider each of our initials and the year on the inside of each hat, since (again) we're going for heirloom quality here, so I might as well let whoever eventually inherits these know what year they were made.

I have no idea how long it'll take me to attach the fur to the hatbands -- and I am definitely procrastinating starting on it by writing this post lol -- but I'm hopeful that I can at least get Jack's hat done by December 1st, and mine around then too, so I can start in on my Yule dress with the rest of the burgundy velvet.

We're not travelling for Thanksgiving, but I will end up taking some time off of sewing for the cooking I want to do next week. We're planning on doing our Three Pie Thanksgiving again, and Jack pointed out that I don't have to do any more cooking than I want to, but I want those pies (turkey pot pie, pumpkin pie, apple-bourbon pie, all from recipes I've tweaked over the years). So the more sewing I can get done before this time next week, when I'll want to start on making pie dough and such, the better. But after the Thanksgiving meal, we'll almost certainly have on some movie marathon or another on, and it'll be nice to either have handsewing to occupy me, or to be able to start cutting out the pieces for the Yule dress.

Hokay, enough procrastinating, I'm gonna make myself go tackle the first step of the fur. Twelve days until the end of the month, so let's see how quickly I can get these done, while keeping my eye on the 'heirloom quality' goal.

[nitadllyss]

The wrong pill.

Plot: Han takes a pill for his training, not realizing it’s viagra—let alone on the day he was going to see you.

Genre:smut, nsfw, Erotic Romance, PWP.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of Viagra, sex under its influence, oral sex (m!receiving), no condom use, semen, penetration (m/f), praise, etc.

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Han had been fighting hard with the staff to be able to show off his body and tattoos. For this reason, he was preparing physically with great dedication. He never skipped a day at the gym, and it was obvious how much more muscular he had gotten.

He was now getting ready to train with Changbin. They were at his house, since Han had stayed over the night before; it had been too late for him to return home. To prepare his pre-workout shake, he used Changbin's stuff.

"Where do you have the creatine?" Han asked while rummaging through the drawer where Changbin kept his supplements.

"They are the transparent capsules" Changbin answered, focused on making his own pre-workout shake.

Han took his shake followed by the corresponding pills.

Everything was going well during the training. He was really satisfied with the results he was getting. For him, gaining muscle was easier, so in a short time he could already notice a noticeable difference.

As he was training, his alarm went off to remind him to take his intra-workout pill. He was committed to getting good and fast results, so he never missed a dose of vitamins or supplements.

“Hey, Bin, do you have any intra-workout pills?” Han asked, a little worried when he realized he hadn’t brought any.

“I think there’s L-Carnitine in my bag. Check it out and take one,” Changbin said, pointing to his gym bag.

Han walked over, opened the bag, and saw a mess of pills. Changbin definitely needed to be more organized. He assumed it was one of the white capsules, so he wasn’t too careful when taking one.

About 40 minutes later, after finishing his workout, he headed home. He was excited because he would see you today. They were having a sleepover. They weren’t a couple or anything, just best friends… although Han had been in love with you forever.

As he arrived, he started to feel strange. He was sweatier than usual, and as he looked in the mirror, he noticed his neck and ears were red. He brushed it off and went to take a shower, making sure he looked good for when you arrived.

After getting ready, however, he noticed that his face was still red, his heart was racing, and most worryingly… he had an erection. And it wasn't a regular one.

He didn't understand why, but his erection was strong and persistent.

Just as he was trying to do something to disguise it, he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill in his chest and his nervousness increased.

When he opened it, there you were, looking cute and radiant as always. But something was different. He no longer noticed how pretty your makeup or hair looked. He could only focus his attention on how your breasts stood out under the neckline of your blouse and how juicy your thighs looked under your skirt.

"Hey!" you greeted, smiling, and went over to hug him, like you always did.

"Hey, babe" he replied playfully, using the nickname he used to call you.

You smiled at him and walked into his house.

"I'm sorry if I look all dressed up, I just got back from an outing with friends. Could you lend me some comfortable clothes to sleep in?"

He felt his erection throb as he heard that. Just imagining you in his clothes was driving him crazy.

"Ah… yeah, yeah, I'll be right back," he stammered, hurrying to his room. He looked for one of his shirts and, upon returning, handed it to you.

You changed without a problem, leaving you only with the shorts that you were wearing under your skirt.

"Thanks, Ji," you said, turning around to show him how his clothes looked on you.

Was he drooling? He wasn't sure, but he was literally mesmerized by the way your breasts were poking out from under his shirt. He was going to lose control.

"Come on, let's find the movie," you said, sitting next to him on the couch and resting your head on his shoulder as he browsed through the options.

You picked a horror movie, his favorites. Han hoped it would distract him from you, but every time you freaked out and came closer, his erection throbbed harder. It had even started to hurt.

After a while, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you froze.

Han was on the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants, panting softly.

"Ha-Han?" you asked, approaching him cautiously. It was then that you noticed the wet spot on his clothes.

"Mmh… I'm s-sorry…" he mumbled, throwing his head back, unable to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Han, wtf?", you said, a bit embarrassed, not fully understanding the situation.

"Please don't be mad… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it hurts so much…" he whispered with his eyes closed, wishing the earth would swallow him up.

Just then his cell phone rang. It was Changbin.

"Bro, I think you took one of my viagra pills. That, or one went missing… I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble."

"Are you kidding me?" Han almost screamed. "Why the hell would you have that in your bag? Ahg, it would kill you!" He hung up the call, frustrated.

Now everything made sense. At least for him.

You, on the other hand, were still standing in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Han looked up and let out a gasp as he watched you fix your eyes on his erection. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly placed a cushion on his lap.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, feeling like crying from both the shame and the pain in his pants.

"Don't worry... I'll leave so you can, uh... fix that..." you said, looking away, your cheeks flushing.

"Please... stay..." he asked almost in a plea.

You hesitated for a second, but seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel a little sorry. And what was worse... you felt the wetness in your underwear since you noticed his bulge.

Han grunted as he felt you approach and pressed the cushion harder against himself.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, curious. You didn’t know if his gasps were from pain or pleasure.

“A lot…” he closed his eyes, rubbing himself more desperately.

You bit your lip. You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Would you...want me to help you?"

Han felt his breath hitch.

“You don’t have to… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” but his hips contradicted his words. Not to mention the way his cock thrashed around in his pants.

But instead of answering, you placed a hand on top of his and pulled the cushion off his lap.

“I want to do it,�� you whispered before leaning in and devouring his lips.

You could feel him holding back in the kiss, making hesitant movements, so you went deeper, mixing your tongues and sitting on top of his lap.

He couldn't help but growl into your mouth, the firmness with which he held your hips applying pressure having that slight relief that at the same time made him thirsty for more.

They got lost in the messy kiss, Han was already more confident and in control of the situation. As he pulled away he bit your lower lip in an attempt to chase you.

"Han~" you began to move your hips in circles, enjoying how his body reacted, feeling him so firm under you.

Han was so lost, he felt very high.

He was drowning in your neck, licking and biting every trace of visible skin.

"Han wait" you pulled away from the addictive sensation of his hot and wet tongue on your skin.

"Do you want to stop?" He said a little worried and disappointed, leaving a little space.

"No, I just want to make you feel good" you smiled and gave him a chaste kiss leaving him stunned.

You climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.

You gave his thigh a caress before pulling down his fly. Seeing the wet spot on his underwear made your mouth water. You gave his clothed cock a kiss and then a lick.

Han's hands clenching the couch, his white knuckles trying not to fuck your mouth madly.

You pulled his underwear down along with his pants to his ankles and felt the saliva pooling in your mouth.

His tanned cock with its red head very sensitive. It was shiny from the precum that bathed it excessively.

With your thumb you touched the slit of his head probing a little. You smiled at the gasps from him.

"Ahh~ Y/N don't play" he clenched his jaw a bit desperately.

You gave him a kitten lick along his length and then swirled around his tip, you felt that with so little he was close to his release.

You started jerking him off with your hands, mixing your licks and squeezes.

Han was literally struggling not to cum and that started to bother you. You took him in your mouth, sucking lightly and making a mess of saliva and his fluids.

“You look so cute like this,” he said, totally pleased by the way your chin was disgustingly dripping with saliva. His duality made you clench your legs, minutes ago he was all whiny begging like a bitch and the tone he let out was so different.

You let out a moan and took him deeper, making yourself gag.

"Mmh you like being good for me? I'm sure you were drooling seeing me hard" he put a hand on your head, gathering your hair in a handful.

You rolled your eyes and moaned again, not quite understanding if it was his tone that caused it or the simple fact of being him.

"You feel so fucking good, you have a very skilled little mouth" he threw his head back growling at your gasps.

Determined to make him cum you forced your poor throat accompanying with your hands squeezing and massaging his balls.

You felt his cock move in your mouth.

"Mmh Y/N w-wait" he tried to stop your movements, but you only stood firmer, watching him stagger was everything.

Out of instinct he pressed your head towards him, betrayed by his pleasure seeking body.

Then after a few more seconds he cum in your mouth with many thick loads straight to your throat.

The growl followed by a pornographic moan was beautiful. He threw his head back and let go of your head.

"Was it good?" You said smiling licking your cum stained corners.

"It was literally amazing" he smirked and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Thanks Y/N" he said looking at you and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You snuggled into his hand lovingly until you saw him frown.

"What? You're still hard? How is that possible" you said stunned, he was still rock hard AFTER CUMMING.

"It's not really something I can help" he grimaced.

"It's a good thing" you said standing up.

"Hmm?" Han said confused looking at you.

"It would really be a shame if you left me wanting to fuck, I really appreciate that pill" you said biting your lip and pulling down your shorts along with your underwear.

Han followed your movements attentively, as if he was bewitched by your charm. Seeing your underwear on the floor he let out a gasp at the visible stain of arousal you had left.

"You're needy aren't you?" He smiled shamelessly as if it wasn't his cock that had been erect for over an hour.

He took off his shirt showing his tattoos, you had already seen them, but seeing them together with his needy cock is something different.

You followed his steps and undressed completely, he stretched out his hand, in a quick movement he left you on your knees on the couch, your face against the couch and your ass completely exposed to his mercy.

"I promise that after this I will take the time to adore you as you deserve" he said in your ear followed by a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter.

"But now I'm going to use you however I want" he ran his tongue disgustingly across your cheek, dirtyly erasing the tender kiss he had left.

He took your moan as consent and positioned himself behind you.

"So cute, willing to help me even if she has to give me her body" he smacked your ass with his hard cock making you gasp. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning.

He spit on your entrance and without preparation pushed the tip in stretching you deliciously.

You both let out a gasp, the desire that was there making the pleasure double.

"You're so tight" he pushed himself in a little further and you could only moan begging for him to bottom out.

When he reached his base you arched your back and threw your head back.

"You're being so good for me" he began to give slow but deep thrusts.

"You don't know how many times I masturbated imagining having you like this for me" he growled.

In response you moaned and clenched around him.

He put his hand on your head pushing hard against the couch and began to penetrate you faster and harder.

You just moaned with each thrust totally lost in the way you felt every inch of his cock in your insides, the pain of his grip on your head making it even more pleasurable. You were completely at his mercy.

He put his other hand on your hip, helping him thrust more violently, moaning and grunting at how close his climax felt.

And before he had a chance to pull out of you, he cum deeply.

Feeling his hot cum fill you and his grunt you joined him in the climax moaning and clenching yourself choking his member against your rubbery walls now painted white.

You were so exhausted you could only gasp waiting for him to pull out.

He was still buried deep appreciating the warmth of your shared orgasms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he said, still without leaving you.

It's like his brain works, but his body has control.

"Calm down, actually, I liked it" you said trying to get over the climb.

He withdrew from you slowly, making you feel every inch you were losing. When he pulled out completely he admired your stretched entrance dripping with your mixed fluids.

"Are you okay?" He came back to reality and approached your face to check.

" It was so good" you said smiling and a bit sleepy "so you masturbated thinking about me? That's interesting" you laughed mockingly.

"Shut up, there's no need to repeat that" he was blushing as if you hadn't fucked two minutes ago.

You lay down and looked at him a little worried about what would happen to you after that.

"Can we leave that talk for later?" Literally as if he had read your thoughts.

"What needs to be done now?" You said, not understanding why he was putting off the talk.

You then saw him turn bright red and look down at his cock. He was hard again.

This was going to be a long sleepover.

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[keirareidss]

tying my heart in knots - s.r

♡ summary: spencer teaches you how to tie a tie in a rather intimate way pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader wc: 0.6k

Cross over. Under and around. Cross over again. Loop and tighten. Simple right?

"I can't believe you still don't know how to tie a tie." Spencer snorts. "How old are you again?" He's sitting on your bed cross legged, fiddling with the fraying edges of your blanket while he watches you fail yet again at knotting your tie.

"Shut up! It's hard, alright?"

"Haven't you worn ties before?"

"Yeah, but you've always tied them for me." You glance back at him with a grin.

"I thought I was being romantic, I didn't know it was because you didn't know how." He said through giggles.

In the past, whenever you needed to wear a tie, Spencer had always stepped up, pulling you closer by your waist and tying it for you. He was always doing little things like that, making life easier. He'd bring an extra coffee to you so you didn't have to get up. He'd make sure the water in the shower was warm before you went in there. He'd wipe your makeup off your face when you were too tired to do so after a long day. Little things that you don't normally think about but he wants to make better for you.

"Well, you're not being romantic at all right now." You grumbled, your fingers fumbling over the fabric of the knotted tie, attempting to get the screwed up knot out.

"I'm sorry, angel. Here, let me teach you." Spencer gets up from the bed, walking over to where you stood in front of the mirror. You turn to face him, dropping your hands so he can grab the tie. "You cross this end over the other, then bring it under and around and cross it over again. Then you loop it through here, and... you're done." He tightens it up to your collar.

"Wait... what?" You ask, dumbfounded. Spencer chuckles, undoing your tie with ease.

"Okay, just watch closely." He does the steps again, explaining them slowly. Maybe it's the angle you're at or maybe it's because you can't stop staring at the man in front of you, but you don't give an ounce of attention to the tie. His hands, his eyes, his jawline, god his jawline. You swear it could cut glass. You feel sorry for all the girls who missed out on the chance at being with the absolute hunk in front of you now. It's a wonder how anyone could pass him up. "Do you get it now?" Spencer asks, pulling you out of your daze and when you look down, your tie is tied again.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up into his dreamy brown eyes.

"Were you even paying attention?" He giggles, the sound sending a pang straight into your heart.

"You know, I think it's my perspective. When you're doing it, it's like... inverted." You defended yourself lamely.

"Inverted, huh?"

"Mhm." He thought for a second before moving behind you, turning you to face the mirror. His hands came up to undo the tie once again.

"Let's try this. And pay attention this time." He chided with a grin and pinched your side, making you squirm. He ties the tie slowly and, though it's hard with his soft breathing on your neck and the heat of his body on your back, you pay attention.

"Okay. You try." He says once he's finished. You untie the tie one more time and go through his instructions. Cross over. Under and around. Cross over again. Loop and tighten.

"I did it!" You turn around, grinning at Spencer. He smiles right back.

"See? Not so hard, right?"

"Well, I had the best teacher." You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his middle, chin resting on his chest.

"And I have the best girlfriend." He smiles, kissing you chastely.

[petertingle-yipyip]

15 MINUTES - JOAQUIN TORRES

Pairing: Joaquin x Reader // Word Count: 2,033

Summary: Your usual training with Isaiah is interrupted by Sam’s new protege. As it turns out, Joaquin also knows how to utilize fifteen minutes.

You were sitting on the floor of Isaiah’s gym, using your phone’s camera as a mirror while you were trying to braid your hair back. You had two small rubberbands between your teeth to tie off the small braids before you’d put it into one ponytail that you would also braid.

“What are you doing down there?” Isaiah asked, wearing the same grey sweatsuit you almost always saw him in.

“Do you have several of those or do you just wash the same one everyday?” You looked over with a deadpan expression that almost instantly broke when you saw him scowl at you. “I’m braiding my hair.”

“There’s a mirror in the bathroom.”

“I’m already almost done.” You tied off one small braid before moving to the other side of your head.

“If you don’t get off that floor...” He muttered.

“I need five minutes.” You argued.

“You’re a pain in my ass, kid. You know that?”

“I could say the same about you.” You made a face to yourself.

He muttered more complaints to himself before he walked away. You glanced over to make sure he was gone before you quickly mocked him. By the time your five minutes was up, you finished the second braid and had it all in a ponytail. You were braiding the entirety as you met up with Isaiah again.

“Told you.” You grinned triumphantly, tying off the final rubberband. You turned your head side to side so your fresh braid swung behind you. “All neat and out of the way.”

Isaiah sighed and gestured for you to start with the punching bag.

Your blood was pumping, breaths coming in heavily, and your muscles loose by the time anyone else arrived. You ran the back of your hand across your forehead to collect the sweat before it could get into your eyes while Isaiah went around to greet his guests. You watched the cranky instructor go and saw Sam coming your way with a shadow of his own.

“Good to see you putting in work, Y/N.” Sam smiled as you approached them all.

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged with a grin of your own. “Gotta stay sharp, right? Never know when you’ll need me.”

“Okay.” Sam laughed and crossed his arms. “You think you’re ready?”

“I trained for fights my whole life.” You met his gaze with a challenge in your eyes. “The Chaste trained me basically since I could walk… I may not be a super soldier-” You pointed to Isaiah. “-but I can hold my own, Captain.”

“Alright, alright.” Sam nodded, a sly smile on his face still. It was the look of someone that knew something you didn’t and it made you raise a brow. “You know this guy?” Sam gestured to his friend.

You looked over and hesitated. Dark curls neatly styled out of his face, broad shoulders with solid arms. Your eyes trailed down his figure shamelessly and you watched him shift slightly under your scrutiny. When you finally met his eyes again, he grinned and you cracked half a smile yourself.

“Joaquin Torres.” He extended a hand towards you.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“No last name?”

“Not that you need to know.”

“Damn.” He nodded once as you released his hand.

You turned back to Sam and couldn’t keep the smirk off your face. He tilted his head in amusement almost instantly.

Isaiah tossed a pair of padded gloves and headgear at you.

“Is he breakable?” You asked, lifting your brows with a small smile.

“Excuse me?” Joaquin chimed in as Sam laughed and passed his friend a set of the same gear. The new guy’s tone made it sound like no one had ever made such a suggestion and it made you chuckle to yourself.

“You just might be the one to find out.” Sam joked and turned to his friend, who now had a nervous smile on his face. “What do you say?”

“Wha- You want me to fight her?” Joaquin asked.

“Sparring, technically.” You shook the headgear with your gloved hands before shoving it on your head. “Fancy gear means no one gets hurt.”

“You’ll snap that boy like a twig.” Isaiah commented and you grinned. 

“Come on!” Joaquin complained and then looked to Sam for help.

“My understanding is that she’s on par with Natasha Romanoff in hand to hand.” Sam shrugged, gently pushing his friend forward. “Give it your best shot.”

You took a few steps backwards and gestured to the open space.

“Unless you don’t think you can handle it…” Sam taunted.

Joaquin looked offended and you stifled a laugh.

“I can handle it.” He reasoned

“I’d love to see you try, pretty boy.” You shot him a wink.

“How long you think it’ll take?” Sam looked over your shoulder to Isaiah.

“Fifteen minutes.” Isaiah answered nonchalantly. The man always seemed tired of you and your antics, yet he oddly encouraged them. You didn’t have to see him to imagine how he was standing. Arms crossed, small shrug when he answered, furrowed brows with his permanent scowl.

“I can do a lot with fifteen minutes.” You chimed in. You looked Joaquin up and down once more. “It should only take two for you to finish.”

Joaquin’s eyes went wide and you grinned, a calm shrug as you began to pace around him.

“You talk like that with everyone?” He asked, turning with you.

“Does it bother you?” You flexed your fingers, noting how the padding felt against your knuckles. At least with your fingers exposed, you could still grab him if you needed.

Over his shoulder, you saw Sam move to stand with Isaiah. They whispered amongst themselves then shook hands, seemingly pleased with the arrangement. You squinted in suspicion and when Sam caught you, he pointed to something. Before you could figure out what, Joaquin tackled you to the ground.

You landed with a small ‘oof’ and his bodyweight was keeping you pinned. Your eyes flared wide for a moment but the stupid smirk he wore turned your surprise into annoyance.

“What happened to two minutes?” He taunted.

“I’ve still got time.” You answered.

You locked your knees on either side of his hips and you saw an expression of surprise cross his features. You laughed slightly and jerked your hips to the side to throw him off. You two rolled until you landed on top. Before you could get a solid position, his hands found your waist and pushed you off so he could scramble to his feet. You pushed up to your elbows and laughed again.

“Tick tock, Y/N!” Sam called out and you fipped him off.

“I’m being gentle.” You joked as you got to your own feet.

“That’s why I put you in gear.”

Joaquin turned to say something but you acted quickly. You threw a kick at his head but he lifted both forearms up to block it. Your move, however, was a bluff. You planted your foot against his forearms and jumped over your extended leg to land a kick with your other foot. You both landed on the floor and you pushed yourself forward, reaching to trap him in an arm bar.

Once your hand was on his wrist, his other hand grabbed your upper arm and swung you over him. You let out a small yelp but quickly tucked your knees. When Joaquin tried to pin you, you extended your legs and flipped him over your head.

From the ground, Sam tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist and your groaned slightly.

You craned your neck and found where Joaquin landed. You reached up and caught his wrist, using it pull yourself closer to him. You stood quickly, dragging him to sit up, and twisted his arm outward.

You lifted your other fist and feigned a punch to his temple. Instead of making contact, you tapped his cheek and let him go.

“Wasn’t two minutes.” Isaiah complained.

You shrugged a shoulder and offered Joaquin a hand. “I told you I didn’t wanna break him.”

“You took it easy on me?” Joaquin accepted your help to get to his feet, his expression betraying shock the entire time.

You grinned widely. “I trained my entire life to fight Japanese assassins that had lived several lifetimes, Joaquin. Fighting you was definitely not the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Damn.” He nodded slightly. “Sounds like you’ve got some stories.”

“And the scars to match.”

“Like that one?” The back of his fingers tapped the half exposed scar down your side. Your cropped compression shirt only hid the top portion of it but when his skin touched yours, you flinched.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ He quickly began.

“No, it’s alright.” You answered and put your hand on his arm. “Your hand was just cold.” You laughed.

Shamelessly, he looked you up and down as you were talking. When his eyes met yours again, you raised your brows with a small, knowing smile.

“Just returning the favor.” He said innocently.

“You’re fun.” You grinned. “Let’s go again.”

Joaquin opened his mouth, thought better of his response, then laughed it off.

“Go on.” You laughed as you took up your fighting stance again. “I dare you.”

“I was just gonna say…” He explained. “I guess that means I’m doing something right.”

You shook your head with a smile. His hands raised for his fighting stance and you moved quickly. You threw haphazard punches, not putting any of your weight behind them. You threw one punch far too wide and he caught your wrist, spinning you quickly until your back was against his chest.

You let out a breathy laugh as he held your one arm out of the way and the other pinned to your side.

“Hey! Quit with the funny business!” Isaiah scolded and you laughed again, letting your head fall back against Joaquin’s shoulder.

“You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?” He asked, amusement in his words.

“Aren’t you?” You replied.

You dropped your knee and attempted to kick his feet from under him. He avoided your leg sweep and the distance he gained allowed you to get back to your feet. You threw a lazy roundhouse kick that he blocked with his forearms. He pushed your leg away but couldn’t duck the jab.

Thanks to the gloves, the impact hardly fazed him.

You reached for his shoulders, intending to send your knee into his stomach, but he ducked out of your hold and pushed you away.

As you stumbled past him, the man had the audacity to smack your ass.

Your jaw dropped for a moment once you regained your footing and you could hear Joaquin laughing.

You turned to him and he was still grinning. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“What are you doing after this?” He asked.

“When time’s up?” You stalled, walking in a slow, wide circle around him. “Leak some pictures, maybe. Or just do something batshit crazy.”

“Hey, I got money on this, Joaquin. Come on now!” Sam heckled.

“Don’t make me do it!” You called over your shoulder.

“Show him what you got, Y/N!” Isaiah answered.

You faked a sigh and focused on Joaquin again. He looked at you confused but when he opened his mouth to speak, you moved in. You hurried close, putting both hands at the back of his neck. You jumped and tucked both knees, dropping to the floor. Once you hit, your hands closed around the fabric of his muscle tee as you kicked your legs to flip him over. You threw your own body with him and landed on top.

“Pay up, son!” Isaiah celebrated as an alarm sounded.

“They actually set a timer.” Joaquin groaned.

You glanced over at them, caught a fake dirty look from Sam that you shrugged off, then looked back to Joaquin.

“Y/L/N.” You said, patting his chest before standing.

“Huh?” He made no effort to stand.

“My last name.”

“Oh, cool.” He smiled. “So… What would you say if I asked you to dinner?”

“Depends.” You leaned over him. “Are you asking me to dinner?”

“Would you say yes?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then yes, I am asking.”

[teamred]

so contagious

✩‌ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | smut | 2.8k

SUMMARY | following the kissing from your movie night, logan takes you out on a proper date, while you take him back to your place afterwards. // part two of any other way

WARNINGS | smut, breastplay, oral s*x (female receiving), piv s*x, unprotected s*x // this is 70% fluff - 30% smut!

RATING | explicit

NOTES | i didn't intend to make a part two, but so many of you loved it, i had to give it a shot! this one is from logan's perspective. yes, i know this logan is a bit ooc, but, in my head, this takes place some time after worst!logan enters wade's universe and he's softened up. please leave some love if you enjoy it!

Logan has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

Standing in front of the living room mirror, he debates if he should choose the pale blue plaid shirt he's currently wearing or one of his brown ones instead. But if he chooses the latter, it'd be too similar to the one he wore when you saw him yesterday. 

Overthinking isn't his style, and yet here he is, obsessing over something as trivial as his shirt color. It’s been decades since he’s been on a proper date, maybe even ever.

“Well, don't you look handsome,” Wade cuts through his thoughts with a grin and folded arms, peeling himself away from the kitchen door frame. He saunters over, reaching out to touch Logan’s hair, only for the larger man to shove him away immediately. 

“Not now, Wade.”  

Wade sniffs his hand dramatically. “Oh, my God–you even used hair product! This is so exciting. It's like witnessing a teenager on his first date. I feel like your mom!”

“Well, Mom,” Logan refocuses on the mirror, fixing the mess Wade made of his hair, “you can fuck off.” 

Wade points a finger at him with mock sternness. “Hey, watch your language, young man.” 

Then, to Logan’s surprise, Wade grows momentarily quiet as he stands next to him, both facing the mirror. “Also, the blue shirt’s the better choice.” 

“Yeah?” Logan quirks an eyebrow, glancing over at the brown plaid shirts laid out on the couch. 

“Yeah,” replies Wade softly, and Logan catches a genuine smile in the mirror. The heartfelt moment doesn’t last long though when Wade claps him on the back. “And don’t be so nervous, Wolvie. You already went to second base with her last night. The deal’s pretty much sealed.” 

Logan scowls. “I’m not nervous.” 

“Mm-hmm. You say that, but you’re being even more testy than usual. Dare I blame it on the hormones?” Suddenly, he plants a quick kiss on Logan’s cheek.

“What the fuck?!” 

Logan recoils, then almost lunges at him instinctively. However, Wade’s already retreating and walking backwards, making a beeline to his bedroom with a wave of his hand. 

“Be back by curfew, sweetie! But text me if you’ll be out late, or if you need anything. Some snacks, some condoms—” 

“Wade!” he growls, his patience wearing thin. 

Wade blows an air kiss, disappearing into his room. “Love ya! And you got this!” 

Logan mumbles to himself, “Yeah, I sure hope so.”  

Turning to the mirror for one final check, he adjusts his collar and straightens his shirt. His phone vibrates on the living room table and he reads the incoming texts from Laura: 

- hey sorry for the late reply - but if you haven’t gone out already, i prefer the blue over the brown - not that it matters though - she’ll find you handsome either way - don’t worry! it’ll go well :) 

Logan nods, reassured by Laura’s texts. It’s just a date with someone he’s already known for a little while; it’s not like a blind date or anything. He can do this. 

With one last look in the mirror to check his hair and beard, he grabs his keys and wallet, slings his dark brown leather jacket over his shoulder, and heads out the door.

Logan pulls up in front of your apartment complex and gives you a quick call to let you know he’s here. When you step out of the building, his eyes can’t help but sweep over you—fitted jeans hugging your curves, an off-the-shoulder top that shows just enough, and that stunning smile that lights up your face.

He notices you checking him out too. Realizing that his hair might be messy, he quickly combs his fingers through it as you stroll over. 

“Long time, no see,” you joke, referencing how you saw him just yesterday.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Logan greets, trying to sound more relaxed than he feels. He holds a helmet out to you, but catches how his grip is more tense than usual. “You ready for a ride?” 

You nod, eyes sparkling with excitement. As he steps away from his bike to help you with the helmet, he finds it endearing how you lift your chin and pout a little, making it easier for him to secure the straps. He hopes his touch isn’t too rough, but when your eyes meet his and you smile up at him, he knows he must be doing something right.

With his hands so close to your face, his mind flashes to how he palmed your cheeks and neck last night as he kissed you deeply. It’s presumptuous, but he hopes for a repeat tonight. 

Once you hop on the bike behind him and wrap your arms snugly around his waist, he revels in the warmth of your body against his. As he weaves through the city streets, he occasionally glances back to make sure you’re comfortable. 

Logan thinks to himself how good this feels, to ride around freely with someone he cares for by his side. It’s been awhile since he’s let someone get this close to him… 

Maybe he could get used to this. 

Eventually, he pulls up at an old diner he’s grown fond of across town. The place gives him a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of simpler times (and, even though he tries not to think of it, it also brings back memories of that one time with Wade in the Void).

He offered to take you here because it’s familiar, cozy, and he didn’t want to overthink this date with reservations to some high-end restaurant.

Walking across the mostly empty restaurant, a waitress leads you both to a window booth, where you sit across from each other.

At first, there’s a bit of awkwardness—Logan recommends what’s good on the menu, and you take a moment to decide what to order. His foot taps on the floor as he peeks over the menu, sitting in the silence uncomfortably. 

But once the waitress takes your orders, conversation flows more easily, just like it normally does at Wade’s get-togethers.

You check in with how Laura’s doing, if he and Wade have been on any more assignments recently, and how his motorcycle is running since he fixed it last. 

Logan’s grateful you’re leading the conversation and asking questions; it’s always been easier for him to listen than to talk. 

But he’s putting in effort tonight—he takes it upon himself to know about your life outside of work, if you’ve been reading anything lately, and how you felt about the ride over to the diner.

“A little scary, but it was fun!” you grin, resting your chin in your palm. “I’m just glad it’s you driving it. Like I said yesterday, I always feel comfortable and safe around you, Logan.” 

As your foot brushes against his under the table, Logan’s gaze meets yours. You flash him a shy smile, and before he can think twice, his foot instinctively strokes yours in return. A flicker of doubt crosses his mind—Is this the kind of thing people do on dates?—but your soft giggles melt away his hesitation. The lighthearted game continues until the arrival of your food.

You dig into your food, and a random thought crosses your mind. “Have you ever used your claws to cut your food?” 

Logan pauses mid-bite, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. “You know, in all of my two-hundred years of living, I’ve never really thought to try it.” 

“Probably ‘cause you always have a knife around,” you say. 

“Probably,” he smirks. With a glint in his eyes, he unsheathes his claws and the sound makes you jump slightly in your seat. 

“Whoa,” you whisper, eyes widening in awe. Logan realizes you’ve never seen them before. Slowly, he extends his hand, the blades gleaming under the diner lights. 

“Go ahead,” says Logan softly. “Just be careful.” 

You reach out carefully, your fingers grazing the cool, polished metal. You’re both unusually quiet, your attention fully on each other.

Once you pull away, he turns back to his plate with a slight grin. “Okay, let’s see how this goes.”

With surprising finesse, he slices through his burger using his claws, the action both impressive and a little absurd to witness. 

You burst into laughter, the sound contagious as he joins in. “Logan, I think you need to stop before you break the plate.” 

He chuckles, retracting his claws and grabbing a sliced up chunk of his burger. “Yeah, probably a good idea. At least we know the answer to that question now.”

As you move on to dessert, you savor a slice of cheesecake while Logan indulges in a slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. When he’s almost done, Logan takes a slow lick off his spoon and catches you staring at him. 

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” he asks with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow as he takes another bite of pie.

You scarf down the last few bites of your cheesecake before answering. 

“Okay, I have to ask—” you lower your voice and lean in across the table “—can you actually smell how horny someone is?”

Logan freezes mid-chew, remembering what happened yesterday before you left.

“Fucking Wade…” he mutters, shaking his head. After a beat, he sighs. “Do I really have to answer that question?”

You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. “Oh, my God, you totally can…” 

All Logan gives you is a brief laugh and a shake of his head. He fishes for his wallet, tosses some cash onto the table, and then stands up with a grin. “C’mon, gorgeous. Let’s get outta here.”

As he pulls you to your feet, you ask half suspiciously and half in jest, “Are you saying that because you can smell something or…?” 

“Maybe, maybe not...” he teases. He grabs your hand, fingers intertwining with yours, and leads you to the door. “Either way, let’s head out. C’mon.” 

As you step outside and Logan helps you with your helmet again, you look up at him with a different look this time than before—one that signifies that the night’s only beginning. 

As you fumble with your keys in front of your apartment door, Logan steps in from behind and grips one side of your waist. He leans in, pulling you close, and kisses the crook in your neck. You inhale sharply, losing focus as you melt into his touch. 

After you finally manage to unlock the door, Logan quickly shuts the door behind him before he presses you up against the wall. Initially, you share an intense kiss, but it soon becomes fervent and open-mouthed. Rough edges of his beard even brush against your lips at some points. 

Both parties quickly kick off their shoes. He peels off his leather jacket and aids you with yours. Still lip-locked, he then lifts you up and has you wrap your legs around his waist; his evident desire presses against your body. 

Logan drags your top off, his heated kisses trailing from your mouth, to your neck, and down to your clavicle. His mouth leaves love upon your breasts before he pushes your strapless bra down. You gasp as his push is so rough, the bra merely snaps off and falls away towards the floor.

But Logan doesn’t stop—he hones his attention towards your hardened tips, sucking and nipping with a fervor that makes him lose himself in you.

The moans that fill your entryway only drive him crazy further, along with your fingers tugging at his hair tightly. His hands are needy, kneading your other breast with a blend of tender and strength. After a moment, he pulls back, gently setting your legs back onto the floor.

He kisses his way down from your breasts to your stomach, dropping to his knees in front of you. Logan blinks up at you as he helps unbutton your jeans, pulling them and your panties off and tossing them aside. The sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable, only heightens his desire.

He kisses your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin as he moves towards your core. The scent of your arousal is unmistakable and intoxicating, but it’s the way your body reacts to him that drives him wild. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulders, he dives in without hesitation, his tongue exploring your wetness.

His tongue skillfully works over your most sensitive areas, each touch and flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you. Logan is so immersed in the moment, he feels like he's freefalling, lost in the intensity of it all.

The need to be inside you drives him to a point of near frenzy, his own body responding with instinctive thrusts. Each lick and suck against your folds is fuelled by both the need to make you feel good and to be desperately inside of you.

“Logan, Logan—” 

You shatter and unravel for him, jerking your hips against his mouth. He holds you still, securing your orgasm rides out fully. Once you do, he stands up and kisses you gently, intermingling your taste with his tongue.

Dazed, you hook your fingers with a couple of his and lead him towards your bedroom. You lay yourself on the bed first, while he watches you as he strips his shirt and tank top. He sees the inflamed hunger in your eyes at the sight of his entirety. 

Crawling over to you on the bed, his hands roam your body, caressing you passionately before the next part. When he finally undoes his jeans and belts and throws them aside, he looks at you intently. 

“Do you have—?”  

You shush him with a finger, whispering, “Just get inside me, Logan.” 

A smirk spreads across his face as he aligns himself with your slit, teasing you slightly before sliding in. Being inside you draws out a low groan from him, while you throw your head back and expel a long moan.

When you finally acclimatize to his girth, he starts to thrust slowly and kisses you throughout. It’s so easy for him to lose control, to get this over and done with, but he wants to make sure it feels good for you as it does for him. 

But it doesn’t help when your hands dig into his back and your walls clench harder around him. 

“Faster, please,” you beg. 

He checks in with a smug grin, cocking his head slightly. “You sure, gorgeous?” 

You nod breathlessly, “Please, Logan.” 

And that’s enough to make him lose all restraint. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more intense and primal. His thumb circles your clit, and the combination of his hard thrusts and gentle touch brings you over the edge in unison. He ensures you’re satisfied first before he pulls out and marks you with his release. 

Panting, he catches his breath, and grazes the back of his knuckles against your thigh. Logan turns to look at you. “You ready for round two, beautiful?” 

You laugh with disbelief and exhilaration. “Wait, round two alr—?” 

Logan cuts you off with a deep kiss, his grin wide and satisfied. He feels you smiling into his kiss, your excitement matching his own. 

Oh yeah—he definitely could get used to this.

EPILOGUE — ONE WEEK LATER 

Back at Wade, Logan, and Blind Al’s apartment during another weekend get-together, you’re seated next to Logan at the dining room table, caught up in a quiet conversation with him amidst the animated chaos around you. 

Suddenly, Wade appears behind you, throwing his arms around you both and playfully squishing you together.

“Say ‘thank you, Mommy Wade for our beautiful dating life and we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and I’m gonna name our kid after you and—’” 

“What the hell is happening?” you cut in, looking at your new boyfriend. 

“Just ignore him, baby,” Logan groans, shaking his head. 

“Already using terms of endearment? Y’all move fast,” Wade quips. “And is that any way to treat the person who got you two lovebirds together?” 

“Hey, I helped too,” Laura interjects from Logan’s side.

Wade waves her off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You might’ve mentioned something here and there, but I saw the vision, and not Wanda’s, might I add.” 

“I’m not gonna call you ‘Mommy Wade,’ but I will thank you.” You lean over and give him a quick peck on the cheek. He gasps theatrically and ruffles your hair with exaggerated affection. Times like these remind you why Wade has always been one of your closest friends. 

“Well,” says Wade, as he steps back to return to his seat, “at least one of you appreciates Cupid Wade’s handiwork.”

Later, while you’re chatting with Yukio and Ellie, you notice out of the corner of your eye Logan and Wade exchanging glances across the room. Logan gives Wade a small, grateful nod. 

“Thank you, Wade,” Logan mouths, his expression soft and sincere. 

“Anytime, Wolvie,” Wade mouths back with a wink, raising his beer in a mock toast. 

You catch Logan’s eye, and both of you share a smile that speaks more than words ever could.

[gracie-eilish]

A cute, fluffy, funny request of reader’s vision starting to blur and needs to wear glasses, but she’s very stubborn and refuses to wear them, which leads to several mishaps.

clearlyyy in love

an: love the glasses wearer representation🙂‍↕️🤓

It started with little things.

Street signs looking a bit fuzzier. Your texts needed to be in bigger font. The subtitles on your favorite show—suddenly… off while the volume was louder than usual.

You tried to brush it off at first, convinced it was just bad lighting or a smudge on your screen or maybe you were just tired.

But Billie noticed.

She always noticed.

“Babe,” she said one morning, as you blinked hard at your laptop screen and leaned in like an inchworm. “Why are you basically making out with the monitor right now?”

You looked up, flustered. “What? I’m just… focusing.”

She tilted her head. “You sure? Because I swear you were trying to count the pixels.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s fine. My eyes are just tired.”

“Mmm,” Billie hummed, not convinced. “I’m making you an eye appointment.”

And just like that, you were booked.

You went, of course. Because Billie had that mix of puppy-dog eyes and I’m-not-kidding tone that always made you fold. And sure enough—blurry vision, headaches, eye strain…….

Yeah. You needed glasses.

You were not thrilled.

You texted Billie the second you left the appointment:

you were right. i need glasses. i’m upset.

She texted back two seconds later:

why are you upset??? you’re gonna look cute as hell.

also, now you’ll stop tripping over everything. that’s a win for us all.

And honestly? She was kind of right. About both things.

The tripping had become a minor hazard, and even though you were reluctant, the first time you tried on frames in the optometrist’s office, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and… huh.

Not bad.

You chose a pair. Classic. Pretty. Soft around the edges but with just enough personality. Billie met you at home later that evening and lit up like you’d just told her she won a surprise Grammy.

“Oh my God,” she gasped the second she saw you in them, dropping her keys on the counter. “You’re so cute I could die.”

You gave her a skeptical look. “They’re not weird?”

She practically teleported to you, grabbing your face gently, tilting your chin. “No, they’re perfect. You’re perfect. I can see your pretty little eyes even better now.”

You blushed. She smirked. Balance was restored.

That night, you wore them proudly. Even watched a movie without squinting once. Billie held your hand the whole time and kept sneaking glances at you like you’d just grown fairy wings.

But the next day?

You… “forgot”.

And then the day after that?

You “accidentally” left them on your nightstand again.

The truth was, you liked them—but they still felt a little unfamiliar, a little too new. Sometimes they slid down your nose. Sometimes they got smudged. And sometimes, you just felt too stubborn to admit that you needed them at all.

Billie, ever patient, clocked it.

So when she came into the kitchen one morning to find you staring helplessly at your phone, holding it two inches away from your face with furrowed brows and a crumpled forehead?

She sighed. Softly. Lovingly. Sternly.

“Where are your glasses, baby?”

You froze. “Uhhh… somewhere?”

“Somewhere,” she repeated, stepping closer, plucking the phone from your hand and squinting dramatically. “Trying to decipher texts like it’s a secret code from 1942?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t be a brat.”

She grinned. “Don’t be stubborn.”

You folded your arms. “They’re just annoying sometimes.”

Billie walked over and put her arms around your waist from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“I get that,” she said gently. “But I need you to see. Like, for real. For your safety. And also—selfishly—for me. Because I love looking into your eyes and knowing you can really look back.”

You softened at that. “You’re too good at this.”

“I know,” she said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Also, you left them on the bathroom counter. I brought them with me.”

She pulled them from her pocket like a magician. You groaned.

“You’re relentless.”

“I’m obsessed with you,” she corrected, slipping them gently onto your face. “Sue me.”

You blinked. The room came into focus again. The fuzz disappeared. Billie’s face—smug and gorgeous—was crystal clear.

She leaned in, smiling. “There’s my girl.”

You shook your head, trying not to smile.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

She smirked. “Oh, I know. Now come on. Let’s go outside and you can actually see the flowers I planted for you.”

You rolled your eyes (now with 20/20 clarity), letting her take your hand and lead you into the sunshine.

That afternoon, Billie kept sneaking photos of you in your glasses while you sat on the back porch sipping iced tea and reading a book, muttering, “God, you’re cute,” every five minutes.

That evening, she kissed the bridge of your nose—right where your glasses sat—and whispered, “These just give me one more reason to fall in love with you again every day.”

And that night, you didn’t forget to wear them.

You didn’t even want to.

Because Billie was right. Again.

Clear vision was nice. But seeing her—really seeing her—and knowing she loved you through it all? That was the most beautiful thing of all.

[moon-ttokki-x]

stylist!reader x seungmin or jeongin??? any scenario!!

hi hi~ i needed more seungmin and jeongin requests . . . been wanting to write for them so bad but i couldn't think of anything lol . anyway, here you goo~~~

₊✩‧₊˚ stylist!reader x kim seungmin ˚₊✩‧₊

pairing: stylist!reader x kim seungmin

summary: being seungmin's stylist has its perks (mostly)

genre: idol!au, stylist!au, cheeky boy, soft and fluffy, mentions of jyp (yes that needs a warning), please bring back doberman seungmin he was my fav :(

a/n: sorry idk who made this divider . . . if it was you lmk so i can tag and credit u <3

skz masterlist

you have to drag him everywhere

like by his literal collar

or whatever it is that he's wearing

bc this man does not want to walk

like

anywhere

drag him to the mirror, drag him behind a curtain to fix his outfit

it never ends

and he moves around a lot too while you're doing his makeup

more than once you've gotten chan to hold his jaw shut so you can powder it or fix up his contour

and he always stares at you while you do it

with his little meanie face

you know the one he makes where he's trying to be scary but it doesn't work on anyone so he's just like >:|

yeah that one

complains a lot about his appearance to piss you off

'i don't like the eye makeup' 'i hate this shirt'

it never ends but you're used to it so he kind of gives up after a while

when you got assigned to him, he would stare into your eyes while you were doing his makeup to try and make you fumble

bc let's be honest no one could focus if kim seungmin was staring into their soul

but you got used to that too and now you just ignore it

you always get him to tell you how he's feeling on a certain day so you can sort of match his outfit and makeup to his vibe

if he's in a good mood, lots of scarlet reds and brighter colours

if he's just neutral, then dewy pinks and purples

and if he's having a bad day, lots of metallic silver and black

of course his appearance still has to match the other members' vibes

but you always try to make it a little more special

seungmin would never admit it but he appreciates that so much

most of your job is just looking for him to be honest

like man literally disappears and gets distracted by the tiniest things

there's a bird outside? gone

hyunjin has his back turned and is therefore vulnerable to attack? gone

there's no reason for him to go anywhere?

gone

you've debated putting a tracker in his outfit like a literal dog but you decided against it because it's like playing hide and seek

which is kinda fun

usually he's busy doing something random or looking out the window

or pissing his members off

if worst comes to worst and you can't find him, you just threaten to call chan and he materialises out of thin air

which is kinda funny

and when he won't stay still to let you fix his outfit, you threaten to dress him like jyp

that always works lmao

he just goes absolutely rigid and his eyes go all wide

'please don't'

and you'll just fix his collar or his boots or whatever and off he goes again

multiple times you've told him to put accessories on before he goes on stage

but he always forgets

you've had to drag him backstage countless times before the group went on to perform bc he's forgotten to do what you said

you'll have super steady and nimble hands after a while bc trying to clip a chain necklace on a hyped-up puppy boy is one of the hardest things

like ever

he's just raring to go lol

always runs up to you after performing all sweaty and excited

'did you see me? when i did that move'

or something along those lines

he truly is so soft and sweet but he'll never admit it

and you'll nod and he's have the biggest shiniest prettiest boy smile on his face

stop i'm sad

most of the time he sweats all of his makeup off

and then sheepishly bows to you and apologises for ruining all your hard work

but you shake your head and tell him with a smile that it's fine

and it is, really

he looks hotter when he's all sweaty

huh? what

i didn't say anything

yes i did

after he's warmed up to you

and it takes a while, i'm gonna be completely honest

he refuses to let anyone else do his hair, makeup, or outfit

he just wants you

because you always make sure he can dance properly in his outfit, and that his hair isn't in his eyes, or that he likes his makeup

you would never make him wear anything that makes him uncomfortable either

you're always asking for his input on certain outfit ideas and he tells you honestly what he thinks

and you just take his feedback and make outfits for him that he'll be comfortable in

which makes him swoon for you

again, he would never say anything to you about how he's starting to feel

maybe one day, he thinks he might be able to

until then, he'll settle for looking at your pretty face while you do your thing <3

a/n: yomg i wanna be a skz stylist so baddd (seungmin if ur reading this one chance pls)

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[henry7931]

Great Shift; We Didn’t Choose These Bodies…

Trevor:

I’m officially 2 months into the Great Shift and I’m about to go insane! You see before all of this craziness went down— I was a 18 year old scrawny gay boy who lived across the street. The body that seems to be now mine forever belonged to 47 year old Jason Dixon. He’s a handsome guy, works in construction, and has one son named Carson.

Now Carson, is someone I’ve known since I was young. He’s a couple years older than me and I hate to say it but he was kinda my sexual awakening. He was on the swim team and I remember seeing him in a speedo— something about it just woke me up. And now all of this time later I still get weak to the knees when I see him.

Now the hard part about all of this is that our community has chosen as a whole to “pretend” and live our lives in public as the body we are in.

Which can be hard given people have swapped with different genders, ages… it gets kinda weird. But when I’m out in public, I’m Jason. No one causes me Trevor anymore, well accept for Ben.

Ben is a guy who lived a couple blocks down from me, I really didn’t know Ben prior to the Great Shift. He was a middle aged gay guy who lived alone. And now he’s inside of Carson’s body.

We both now live under a house together that never belonged to us and are forced to pretend to be ‘father and son’ in public.

At home both of us have just really enjoyed each other’s company. We’re both gay and openly talk about guys, what we like about them, music, all kinds of stuff. The house is kind of our safe space to be ourselves.

Except him and I have one huge issue— we both are very attracted to each other’s bodies. Ben confessed to me one time while we were sitting on the couch together drinking a bottle of wine that Jason’s body is like the man of his dreams.

And I get it, Mr. Dixon is a good looking guy. I enjoy having his big muscled hairy body on a daily basis. Especially since he has a gigantic cock and a pair of sexy feet.

I guess they’re something he passed down to Carson because I can’t stop looking at them! I already had a foot fetish before this mess and I have to watch Ben strut around in his body… he never wears socks or a shirt or pants for that matter!

So what do I do in response? Well, I turned it up a notch. Not only did I strip down to less but I stopped wearing underwear around the house. I’ll free ball so he can see my sexy daddy junk flopping around as I walk. And boy did I get his attention!

He can’t take his eyes off of it!

That lead to the back and forth mirror selfies… both of sending more and more risky photos of each other.

And then came Ben placing Carson’s big smelly feet on my lap… I know he knows I have a thing for feet! He looks over at me with a very cheeky ton and says, “my feet are killing me! Could you rub them?”

And of course I said yes, I rubbed his feet for 15 minutes until I knew I couldn’t take anymore!

I hightailed it to the bathroom, locked the door, and wanked one out. I knew in that moment, I was done with games. I need to address this.

So that night, we sat on the couch after dinner watching a movie. I wrap my arm around him and he freezes up.

“Sorry need to stretch out a bit, I say to him.”

He acknowledges my excuse and leans his on me.

I start rubbing up and down his forearm softly wondering if he’s going to do something about it.

He says nothing… a few moments later, Ben puts his feet on mine and starts rubbing his toes back and forth.

I lift my head up and look at him. I kiss him on the cheek. He looks taken aback by it.

“Trev, you know we can’t.”

“And why the fuck not?”

“Because we are technically father and son…”

“That’s such a BS excuse, you flirt with me for weeks now. You and I aren’t related. Now these bodies might be but who the hell has to know?”

“Yeah but what if we get caught?”

“We won’t… now just relax.”

I grab his junk and lets out a yelp noise.

“You’ve toyed with me for too long Ben. You and I are going to explore every inch of each other starting tonight. You’re gonna come sleep in daddy‘s bed for now on do you understand?”

“Fuck…”

I pulled his pants down and fully expose him. I see his beautiful cock, really for the first time. It’s so hard and already leaking. I’ve bend my head down and gingerly lick become off of his head. I knew that been like to be dominated. We both shared our fantasies with each other. He’s always wanted some handsome hairy bearded muscular daddy to boss him around. And that’s what I’m gonna do.

“ Do you understand daddy‘s orders?,” I say to him. he knows his head. I grabbed his dick and play with the head of his cock, running my thumb back-and-forth on it.

“ I said did you understand daddy’s orders? I need to hear you.”

“Yes—“

“ yes what?”

“Yes daddy!”

“ good now let’s head to bed, daddy needs you to use that pretty mouth of yours on his massive cock.”

I pull off my shorts and out comes Jason’s massive dick that I know he’s been fantasizing for a long time now.

“ Trevor, this is so fucking hot. Thank you for doing this. I’ve been wanting the touch that body for so long. I wanna suck your cock so bad. I wanna feel up and down that hairy chest. I wanna smell those big manly feet. I want you to cuddle at night. God I’m so happy this is finally happening. Deep down since this whole swap thing happened it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Not only are you in the body of my dreams, but I really like you.”

“ fuck Ben! Way to kill the mood with that last part, I really fucking like you too. How about we just stick to role-playing and worry about our emotions later. Daddy’s worrying as fuck lol.” 

“ shit you wanna get really crazy what about if you’re sexy ass son talk to you tonight?”

“ that’s hot as shit you know I’m a bottom!”

“ yeah but you’re gonna have to tell me every now and then especially with that massive dick of yours.” 

“ well then I want a foot job. You know I like feet and you know what I like those feet. Which by the way, you’re such a dick for making rub them for like 30 minutes the other day. I literally had to run to the bathroom and jerk one out.”

“ ha ha I literally I knew it!”

“So you ready?”

“Yep!!”

[bluefootedbooby]

Hey you, I wanted to request jinx x reader, imagine that the reader is Jinx's girlfriend who is wearing a short, low-cut dress just to tease her and in the end Jinx fucks the reader on her bench with the strap?

beautiful.

jinx x f!reader

cw: strap on, squirting, tit play, slapping, tummy bulge

you twirled around in the mirror, smiling looking at the shortly cut dress clinging to your body. The cheeks of your ass poking out.

in the reflection behind you, you catch a sight at Jinx staring at you in awe. you turn around to smile at her.

“like? was planning to wear it out for clubbing.”

“you… in that?! baby you know this club isn’t private!”

“yeah but it’s cute right?”

“it’s hot ask fuck!”

jinx stepped closer feeling the black velvet fabric. “yeah… no, this dress is for my eyes only.”

you giggle, leaning into her touch as she peaks down the low-cut top at your tits just barely concealed.

“no way… nah… all mine.”

her index finger pulls down the velvety fabric causing your breast to expose.

“mmph! jinx!”

she is in awe, her eyes just staring at your tits, braless and exposed. her lips kiss at your chest, licking your sternum and the flesh above your tit. jinx smiles, her eyes looking up to you. “oh this was never meant for the club, huh~?” you cheekily shake your head, rocking on your heels with your hands behind your back. jinx’s fingers trail at your thighs, lifting the fabric.

“no panties! sheeeeesh toots…”

——

jinx had you sitting on her work bench, the dress barely need but still remained on even with your tits out and the bottom of it rolled up to your stomach. jinx, who was between your legs with the tip of her electric blue dildo kissing your sensitive clit, snickered seeing how you jumped and your hole clenched up feeling any sort of touch.

“baby… please…”

you whine out, she was surprised you were eager rather than nervous at her seven inch dildo, especially when you two normally used five. jinx gave your tit a gentle squeeze before slapping it.

“please what? cmon… use that fucking mouth of yours.”

you went to speak before jinx’s lips slammed into you cutting off any thoughts you were having.

“mmph!” you whine out, when she pulls away she holds at your chin.

“c’mon? use your words!” it was starting to get humiliating! everytime you tried to speak she would ram her lips into yours cutting off any thought until you just couldn’t take it.

“fuck me! please! please! fuck! jinx!”

and before you could even prepare you felt maybe three inches ram into your needy cunt as you moaned out. your hands going to her twin braids, giving them a firm yank. fuck you were so stimulated it didn’t take long until you could fit all seven of those lovely inches, jinx’s hips connecting deep into yours as she leaned you against the counter of her workbench. the cold metal stung like hell but it only added to the pleasure as her hand wrapped your neck.

“yeah, atta girl… fuck! swallowing her up…”

jinx rested her palm on the skin above your pussy feeling the bobbing motion of her fake cock.

“oh shit…” it honestly made her stop! feeling herself in you might’ve made her cum then and there. she was silent for a while as she felt the toy going in and out. she withdrew her hand and watched the tiny bulge of it in your abdomen. jinx would go slow, seeing it dance around in your guts before ramming hard and fast! using you like the pretty girl you are. eventually jinx snapped back with her witty remarks.

“ya like that? like me deep inside you? maybe i should get a bigger one!” not that her words registered much to you, only quick nods and ‘uh huh’s escaping your drooling mouth. you felt a playful slap along your cheek.

“hey! respond when i’m talking to ya! before i pull out… and neither of us want that!”

“mmph! yeah… yeah… nine inches.. fuck i could take twelve if you needed me to…. ah..”

jinx slammed deeper, pressing your lower abdomen causing you to whine and moan more. oh she knew you were getting there… especially when the slapping noises turned wetter and looking down between the two of you seeing the mess you were making all over each other as you squirted!

“fuck! y/n, i didn’t know you could do that!! fuck…”

your head lifts to see but she forces it down to look at her instead. “nuh-uh… only look at me. you’re about to cum right? i know you are about to… yeah. cum right now, cmon!” your gut swirled, moaning and whining feeling the toy pressed right on your cervix desperate to get inside you more. your eyes rolled back, jinx’s thumb massaging your sensitive and neglected clit. within a flash you were unraveling right there! squirting out your needy fluid and coating the strap in honey.

jinx pulled out, seeing the long string of your juice connecting you two still. she smiled seeing just how much was inside you!

as you laid against the counter jinx removed the strap before climbing on you and kissing your swollen lips. “you did so good~ and don’t worry about the mess… was really hot. you’ve never done that before?”

“no… ah… never.”

“well, i’m gonna make sure you’re doing it more! it felt good right?”

“yes! duh…”

jinx laugh, kissing your cheek when she had slapped you.

“mmm… i love ya, and this cute dress… sorry you didn’t get to keep it on very long, huh”

you smile, lifting your head to kiss her jaw.

“i love you too.

[ds-angel1]

cw: toxic/controlling rafe, bodyshaming, just in gerneral rafe being mean, being drunk and high mentioned, cheating is hinted at

wc: ~ 1.2k

a/n: this was supposed to be a short drabble but it got a bit too long... (also if you´ve noticed how my posts recently are only about him taking control of my life and taking care of me in a deeply unhealthy way, no you didn´t...)

Rafe was meticulous, and deliberate in the way he shaped you, molding you, little by little, into his perfect girl. He didn’t do it overnight. No, he was too smart for that. Too calculated. He had patience, a hunter’s patience, carving away at the parts of you he didn’t like until there was nothing left but the version of you he made. His possession. A slow, insidious drip of influence that seeped into your thoughts until they no longer felt like your own.

It started small. A passing remark about your weight, so casual it almost felt like a joke. “You’re really going for seconds?” he’d sneer, eyes flicking to your plate with thinly veiled disgust. Or maybe it was your clothes. “You always wear such baggy stuff. No wonder people barely notice you.” At first, you laughed it off, forcing a smile, telling yourself he didn’t mean it like that. But over time, his words burrowed into your mind, poisoning the way you saw yourself.

One evening, he walked in while you were adjusting your oversized shirt in the mirror, frowning at the way it hung loosely around you. His reflection appeared behind yours, his lips already curled in a smirk. “You look like a shapeless mess,” he muttered, voice dripping with condescension. Before you could react, his hands slid under the fabric, fingers cold against your skin as he yanked it tight around your waist. “See? This is better. At least now you don’t look pathetic.”

His breath was hot against your neck, his grip firm, just shy of painful. You swallowed hard, pulse hammering, as he tilted his head, pressing his lips to the spot just below your ear. “You want to look good for me, don’t you?” he murmured, the question carrying the weight of something unspoken, something dangerous.

Your throat felt dry. You nodded, because what else could you do?

His smile widened. “Yeah, that´s right, baby.”

Soon, your closet was filled with fitted and cropped tops. The baggy ones disappeared, their absence barely registering until one day, you realized they were gone.

He never outright told you what to like or dislike, he simply planted the seeds of disinterest and let them grow. You were curled up on the couch, excited to watch your favorite show, when he stood up with a sigh and stretched lazily.

“Where are you going?” you asked, voice laced with concern. His timing felt… deliberate. He turned back, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Perfect.

“Oh, I just think this show is kinda annoying,” he muttered, disappearing down the hall. You tried to keep watching, but the scene didn’t feel as funny anymore. The characters, once beloved, now seemed grating. The next time you reached for the remote, you hesitated, until, eventually, you just stopped watching altogether.

He never told you not to go out. He didn’t need to. All it took was a well-placed sigh when you mentioned plans, a tired look that made guilt coil in your stomach. “I just thought we’d spend time together tonight,” he’d murmur, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were the one making the sacrifice. And suddenly, going out felt selfish. You’d hesitate, then shoot off a quick, apologetic “maybe another time” to your friends, settling beside him instead. Another time never came. Because every time, he convinced you to stay.

He never insulted your friends. No, he simply made observations. “She’s kind of loud, don’t ya think?” he’d mention offhandedly. Or, “I don’t know… he just seems like a bad influence.” Nothing overtly cruel, just enough to make you start seeing them through his eyes. And then, without realizing it, you found yourself pulling away. Their texts went unanswered. Their calls were ignored. You told yourself you’d reach out soon. But soon never came.

At first, he thought your jealousy was cute. He’d chuckle when you crossed your arms, teasingly nudging you. “You’re adorable when you’re mad,” he’d say, kissing your forehead. But over time, his amusement faded. “You’re being dramatic,” he’d snap, rolling his eyes when you asked about the girl who was a little too friendly at the bar. His tone made you feel foolish, like a child throwing a tantrum. So, you swallowed it down. You smiled when he flirted with waitresses. You ignored the perfume that wasn’t yours lingering on his shirt. And one night, when he stumbled in late high and drunk, his hair tousled and his lips slightly swollen, you simply rolled over, pressing your face into the pillow.

He never controlled your social media, he just helped. “This picture doesn’t really flatter you,” he’d say, tilting his head as he scrolled through your posts. “This one makes you look kinda desperate for attention. I mean, you don’t want people to get the wrong idea, right?” His words slithered through your mind, wrapping around your self-esteem like a vice. You hesitated, then deleted the post. Eventually, every caption, every photo, every piece of yourself you put into the world, passed through him first.

He never told you what to wear. But, “I love it when you wear your hair up,” he’d murmur, twirling a loose strand between his fingers. And so, you started wearing it up. “You look so much more put together without all that eyeliner,” he’d muse one morning, barely even paying attention. A minute later, you had scrubbed your face clean, staring at your reflection until the girl in the mirror looked foreign.

He never told you what to eat. But whenever you reached for something indulgent, his gaze flickered over your plate, his lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s a lot of sugar,” he’d comment casually, his fork pushing around his salad. “I just worry about you, y’know?” So next time, you order a salad too.

He never got angry when you cried. He just sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like you were exhausting him. “You’re so sensitive sometimes,” he’d mumble, and suddenly, your tears felt embarrassing. So, over time, you taught yourself to blink them back, to keep your voice steady. Eventually, you stopped crying in front of him at all.

He made you feel like you were the one changing. If you ever pointed out how he used to compliment you more, he’d tilt his head. “I mean… you used to try a little harder,” he’d say, his tone light, like it was just an innocent remark. But it sank its teeth into you, gnawed at your insecurities until you found yourself overanalyzing every outfit, every stroke of makeup. Was it enough? Were you enough?

He never forbade you from talking about your feelings. But when you did, his eyes glazed over. His fingers tapped against his phone. His foot bounced impatiently. “Are we really doing this again?” he’d sigh, exasperated. And suddenly, you weren’t even sure if what you wanted to23 say was worth saying at all.

He made you feel safe. That was the worst part. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch so gentle it made your breath hitch. “I just know you better than anyone,” he’d whisper. “I know what’s best for you.” And when you hesitated before making a decision, before texting a friend, before ordering food, before wearing a certain outfit, it felt only natural to ask him first.

[noorpersona]

Husbandry: Miya Atsumu

Atsumu had absolutely no qualms with his life at the moment. In fear of jinxing it, he could say it was damn near perfect. He had accomplished his professional dream, being on Japan's Olympic Volleyball team, alongside teammates who have known and played with almost half his life. The people he considered to be the highest of the high. To make things better, he had you by his side, the greatest gift he's ever gotten (He'd tell you but you'd laugh at him for being too cheesy). You two had quite the blissful marriage, and with finding out a few weeks ago that you were pregnant with twins, he couldn't be happier with you.

Atsumu had been checking his hair out in the bathroom, prepping it for a luncheon he, and subsequently you, were invited to by the Japan Volleyball Association.

"Fuck!"

Atsumu hears you shriek out of frustration from the other room. He jumps almost immediately, rushing in to see what was causing you alarm. Whipping around the door frame, arms up to defend his wife, his adrenaline dissipates as he finds you in front of your vanity mirror struggling to zip up what was your favourite dress, but has recently become your most hated. Your bump stretched the dress, making it hard for the ends to come around let alone the zipper. Your face is red with effort, and with a lot of emotion swirling in your eyes. "Hey, hey, you okay?" He calls out your name softly, which usually made you calmer, but in this mood, your temper only flared. So of course, you begin to cry. "No, I'm not okay! I wanted to wear this dress and it doesn't fit! Nothing fits me, and I've gotten fat!" You break, spilling your guts as well as your tears, letting the tension break away from you. Immediately, Astumu is at your side, hugging you and allowing you to bury your face in his chest. He rubs your back in a soothing motion, trying to get you to calm down. "Babe, who on earth said you're fat? You're pregnant." He gave you a squeeze, talking gently in your ear, but you shook your head. "But I got so big so fast!" You were whining now, and while Atsumu knew you were genuinely upset, he couldn't help but smile. Still, he gave you a reassuring kiss on your head. "Well yeah, there's two of em' in there." His hands went from your back to your swollen stomach, "They need room to grow." And you groan, being dramatic. "But what if at the party they think I'm fat?" You ramble, clutching Atsumu's steamed shirt. Your husband stutters, trying to think of the right answer. "I'll... Make sure to let everyone know we're pregnant?" "What?! I don't want people to know we're doing it!" Atsumu gives you a look of pure confusion. Atsumu blinked at you, his lips slightly parted in disbelief. "Sweetheart," he said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully, "you do know that's how babies happen, right? I mean, it ain't exactly a secret how we got here."

You groaned, your cheeks heating up. "I know that! But still, I don’t want them thinking about it. It's embarrassing!"

He couldn't help it—he laughed. A real, loud, genuine laugh that shook his shoulders and made his head tilt back. His amusement was contagious, and despite your earlier frustration, you felt your lips twitch into a reluctant smile.

"You’re somethin’ else, you know that?" Atsumu said, grinning as he wiped the corner of his eye. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head again, his hands gently squeezing your waist. "But if you don’t want people thinking about it, fine. I won’t say a word. But listen here—if anyone tries to say somethin' stupid about you tonight, I’ll let 'em know exactly how proud I am of you. No one messes with my wife."

You sniffled, swiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. "You promise?"

"Cross my heart, darlin’." He tilted your chin up with his thumb, meeting your watery gaze. "And for the record, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t you dare let that dress or anyone at that party tell you otherwise. Got it?"

"But what if—"

"No 'what ifs.'" Atsumu cut you off gently but firmly, resting his forehead against yours. "You’re not just my wife; you’re also the woman growin’ two babies, and if that ain’t somethin’ amazing, I dunno what is. So wear somethin’ that makes you feel comfy, and we’ll go in there and show everyone how perfect ya are—bump, dress, and all."

You sighed, leaning into him. "You always know what to say, don’t you?"

He smirked. "Nah, sometimes I wing it and hope for the best. But I’m glad this worked."

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, the tension finally easing from your body. Atsumu, satisfied with your soft giggle, gave you another quick kiss before pulling back and gently guiding you to sit down on the bed.

"Stay put. I’ll pick you somethin’ else," he said, already heading to the closet.

"Wait, you’re picking my outfit?" You raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical.

He shot you a playful look over his shoulder. "Trust me, babe. I got this."

You weren’t entirely sure you did trust him, but the way he moved so determinedly between your closet and the mirror made you feel a little lighter. Besides, how could you not feel cared for when your husband was doing everything in his power to make sure you felt confident and loved?

Minutes later, Atsumu returned holding a simple but elegant dress you hadn’t worn in years. It was loose enough to accommodate your bump but still flattering in all the right ways. "Try this," he said, holding it up proudly.

You stood and slipped it on, and to your surprise, it fit perfectly. When you turned to face the mirror, Atsumu’s reflection was beaming behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"See? Told ya I got good taste," he said, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Thanks, 'Tsumu."

"Anytime," he murmured, his voice soft and full of love.

As you both got ready to leave for the luncheon, Atsumu leaned in one last time, his hand resting protectively over your belly. "Y’know," he whispered, "they’re real lucky to have you as their mom."

You smiled, your earlier worries completely forgotten. "And they’re lucky to have you as their dad."

With that, you headed out together, feeling lighter than you had all day.

[cherrrydior]

intoducing sleazy!rafe

note: this was not supposed to be smutty. I got carried away 😭. i need more dialogue... HOW DO I ADD MEORE?!?!? I gave up at the end, im sorry

oh, how you ignored all his red flags just because he had a pretty face and striking blue eyes. you've come to regret it and there's not much you can do about it.

on your first date, rafe shows up half an hour late, in a wrinkled, orange polo shirt, high with a freshly rolled blunt behind his ear. there's remnants of white powder along the edge of his nostril. his hair is greasy, and you wish he had put more effort into his appearance with all the dirty stares you were receiving.

he lazily chuckles at god knows what. his pupils are blown and his eyes are lidded. he has to tilt his head slightly up to be able to see you.

"let's eat?" you're unsure at this point, hesitating to call up one of your friends fo an excuse. your friends warned you about this. did you listen? no. you didn't want to prove them wrong though, always seeing the best in people.

"yeah... yeah"

when you flip you hair over your shoulder he says "i wonder how many times it'll wrap around my wrist." you freeze.

you fight every nerve in your body to refrain from rolling your eyes. gosh, he was so high.

the whole date went by with him making crude remarks directed towards you and the alcohol you guys were getting served was not doing anything to help the situation. you were buzzed and horny.

his gaze kept dropping towards your glossy lips and chest accentuated perfectly by the silk dress you were wearing. with the way he was licking his lips and shifting in his seat, there was no way he was letting you go home without him.

you felt exposed with the way he was eye-fucking you and you felt all the more turned on, your nipples hardening and poking out through the thin fabric.

you, were no better. you mirrored his actions, eyes constantly flicking down towards his lips every time he licked them, suggestively taking food into your mouth and leaning down enough to expose as much flesh of your tips without flashing him your nipples. something about his nasally, rich kid voice had you hanging onto his every word.

"y'look sexy." rafe's licking his lips, undressing you with his eyes. you squirm in your sit at his gaze. "got such a beautiful little thing sitting in front of me."

he's hot, that's for sure. maybe, one night wouldn't hurt.

"wanna go back to mine?"

"mhm" the moment you affirm your answer, he throws a wad of cash on the table, grabs your bag and drags you out the restaurant. he's taking large steps, much to large for your stiletto clad feet. "rafe, slow down." he slows down and looks back at you, before he starts walking towards you and throws you over his shoulder.

you squeal and he gives your ass a firm slap making you yelp. "what a slut. y'ass is basically hanging out." you gasp at the delicious sting on your cheek. "fuck, I don't think I can wait." he hissed as his truck came into view.

unlocking his truck, he pushes you into the back-seat, grateful for his illegally tinted windows. and then his lips are on yours.

he's everywhere, all at once. hands grabbing whatever he can, wherever he can. thighs, cheeks, ass, tits. he's groaning into your mouth, tongue pushing past your lips and fighting with yours.

short, heavy breaths fill the vehicle. your flushed with need. a needy moan leaves your lips as rafe starts undulating his hips into yours. your hands snake to his belt. "I need you." you whisper against his mouth. he just hums and rolls his hips with more insistence into you, chasing his own pleasure. he clasps both your hand between his and puts them above you while his other hand continues groping your tits.

he trails his kisses down to your shoulder, nipping and sucking along the way. a particularly harsh suck has you hissing, knowing it would leave a mark. he bites the strap of your dress, pulling it down your shoulder. he does the same to the other side, his hands finding the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down.

your panties are drenched, sticking to you like a second skin. the friction of rafe's tip underneath his jeans, rubbing against your clit has you mewling in pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum" he snaps out of his horny daze and stops moving. he pulls his lips back but attempt to chase after him yet you fail. there's a string of saliva connecting the both of you together.

rafe fumbles with the buckle of his belt and leans over to open the centre console. he pulls out a condom, putting the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and tugging to rip the foil open while pulling himself out his boxers. you pull your own panties off, chucking them at rafe's face.

he rubs his tip along your folds before pushing in all the way. rafe looks at you to find you already staring up at him with doe eyes and your bottom lip between your teeth. a nod from you, and a roll of your hips is all he needs before he starts pumping in and out of you. fast.

it's not long before you hear the squelch of your pussy and the sound of skin slapping. "fuck. y'feel s'good, baby," rafe grunts out. a desperate, whimper escapes from your lips at his praise and you wall flutters around his thick cock. "y'like that, don't you?"

you let out a needy whine. "more." rafe flips the two of you over so that you're straddling him. one hand gripping your hip, the other grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts fucking up into you.

rafe's focus goes down to your tits and the way they jiggle every time he slams his hips into yours. he brings his mouth down and starts sucking on your nipple and you choke on a moan.

he brings one hand down to your clit and starts rubbing, listening to the way you let out an unrestrained sob, the pleasure becoming too much.

"w-wait" you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach and squeeze if your pussy, trying your best to push yourself away.

"y'bout to come, hm?" you nod your head, getting a small, breathless "yes" out. "cum f'me, baby." you feel your body convulse as your orgasm washes over you, however, rafe keeps fucking into you chasing his high, finishing moments later.

[katiascraft]

"You think you won 'cause you got the man. But honey, you'll always be a fan" | CL16

Parings: Charles Leclerc x ex!reader.

Summary: Charles is now dating a copy of you and you don’t know how to feel about it.

Now playing: "always be a fan" by Eva Grace.

Word count: +1,2k.

Warnings: angst. Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

Author's note: I don’t even know if this is good but yeah. Remember to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You got to the party with your friend around 2 am in the morning. It was a hot autumn. You were invited to a private party. You didn’t know the people but as you were a public figure the invitation was sent.

Before coming you were kind of upset. You didn’t wanna come to be honest. You were so fed up with Charles’ new girl. She copied everything you did. Her hair is exactly the same. You posted your outfit earlier in the night on Instagram - to then see the screenshot one of your friends sent you of her story wearing just the same. You couldn’t believe it. You were angry and scared at the same time. Why was she so obsessed with you? And also, why did Charles choose a copycat of your person?

You were really triggered but tried to brush it off. It was a girl’s night. Or well, a girl’s night with franco colapinto and Alex albon included because they were boyfriends to Lily and Sara.

You hanged out at a bar first not sure if you wanted to go to the party in question. But after a few drinks we wanted to dance.

Franco and Alex in two different cars of course - drove to the party while listening to David Guetta and Lady Gaga. Or at least in Franco’s car where you were was like that.

You were having so much fun and made your mind so it could be the best night of your life. This was rare to happen within your friends because of your busy schedule. So you were grateful every single minute you spent with them.

Once you all got to the party, the dj was playing Latin music and franco was in his sauce. You danced around with everyone and laughed. Having fun with the people you loved. After dancing for a while you were thirsty so decided to go to the bar and order a drink. Sara went with you.

When you got to the bar you asked for a gin tonic and Sara for vodka. You joked around because of her selection.

The barman was really handsome and the drunk you started chatting and flirting with him. Eventually you got his number and an extra gin tonic for free. You felt victorious. And Sara was just laughing - you always got what you wanted… excepts for Charles.

Remembering Charles wasn’t the best stragedy to enjoy the night. You missed his voice so much. His smell. His grip. You needed to drink that glass already. And so you did. Bet you were gonna be drunker by the minute. But you didn’t care. You wanted to forget.

Forget him. And forget he changed you for a copycat. And forget the copycat. God she was like your fan. Like a crazy one. You were drinking with Sara and dancing the two together in the middle of the dance floor when you opened your eyes so big Sara thought you were gonna lose them.

There they were. Charles and your fan. Kissing on the dance floor. Just 10 people of distance. You almost choke with the gin tonic. You felt hurt. You wanted to run away from there and hide. But you were drunk and so furious you couldn’t think straight.

You walked towards them and started dancing next to them grabbing an unknown guy who was dancing there. You started looking at them so you could take their attention. Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. She knows you could go mad sometimes but not like this. She started dancing just to watch you and see you wouldn’t kill the poor insecure girl Charles is now dating.

“Oh I’m sorry I thought I was looking in the mirror!” I exclaimed when I purposely bumped into them, spilling my free drink all over her clothes. “You look just like me! Like you’re my fan! Do you want a picture?” You said like you were talking with some of your fans but cinical and the undertone was full of hatred.

“Y/n” said Charles surprised to see you and at the same time pissed for what you were doing. His girl looked at you without knowing what to do.

“Actually I think you’re my clone!” His girl said and you felt your anger grow. You just rolled your eyes and looked at Charles.

“If I knew you were leaving me for my copycat I would’ve killed you. You date her as she is better than me? What don’t I have that she does indeed? You’re so pathetic Charles. I wanted us to have a future and you just run scared. You are no man for anyone. I understand why now” you said spitting your words gritty.

“This is not the moment to talk about it y/n” he said making you roll your eyes again. His girl just fixed her outfit and left Charles to you heading to the bathroom. You smiled looking at her. Once you two were alone you could feel the tension. He was angry. Very angry.

“What’s wrong with you? Could you just ignore us? What you said it’s so immature! You’re so obsessed with me you need to seek help!” Oh god he was furious. Just as you were. But those words hurt you like hell.

“Me? Obsessed? Are you for real Charles? Don’t act like you wake up and look at her and you don’t see me! She has the same Brazil shirt I have! She has the same hair color! She even has lens with my eyes color! Or are you insane and you don’t see it? You once said I was the love of your life then one day to another you’re dating her who is obsessed with me as if it wasn’t a big deal or even obvious! You’re pathetic Charles. And you know what’s worse? That I still love you like crazy. And you don’t fucking deserve it!” You were so angry. In that moment Charles’ face changed with your confession. Because he was still in love with you but he didn’t have the balls to come back and talk about it. So he found her instead. He was so immature too.

“Wait y/n. I still love you too” he said, reaching for your face but you backed off. You just couldn’t do it anymore.

“No Charles. You don’t. If you did, you would have come like a normal person and talked about it. Forget about me. Hope you can be happily ever after with my fan. I have a life to take care of before getting destroyed again by you. I’m not letting you do that to me again. You had your chance. It 's too late now.” You said and walked out of the dance floor to the table your friends were in. Sara followed you. The adrenaline didn't let you even see she was there with you the whole time.

You really needed to forget about what just happened.

You drink whiskey from one of your friend’s glass. You didn’t like whiskey. But you also didn’t like to admit you still loved Charles but you couldn’t let him hurt you.

Ever again.

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[cottonlemonade]

The Business Trip

word count: 2038 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: post-time skip coworker!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff to spice

warnings: mdni, smut-ish, spoilers, swearing

“Oh, this is unfortunate.”

The door to the hotel room hardly had time to gently bump against the stopper at the wall when you noticed the issue.

“Maybe they misunderstood on the phone.”

“Because of the language barrier between Sendai and Tokyo, you mean?”, you asked sarcastically.

Matsukawa shrugged and promised to go back to the reception desk to switch rooms while you looked miserably at the singular queen-size bed. As soon as he left, you rummaged in your bag for your phone and dialed your friend’s number.

“What did you do?”, you hissed as soon as she picked up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, she replied in an everything but innocent tone.

You threw a panicked look to the door in case Matsukawa magically reappeared after the 30 seconds he had been gone.

“I told you about this in confidence.”, you went on urgently, “I thought you were my friend!”

“I am. That’s why I’m helping you get laid.”, the other girl giggled, as if this was the most absurdly obvious thing.

“I didn’t bring anything nice to wear! I have comfy PJs and granny panties!”

“Should have thought that through before the trip.”

“Girl, I chose those because they make me look good when I’m dressed! They keep the tummy tucked.”, you explained helplessly.

“There is always the option to not wear any underwear. It’s better for you anyway and who knows? Chances are this freak is into granny panties.”

The heat in your cheeks slowly subsided and you began slowly spinning on the spot, looking around the room to calm yourself. After taking a few deep breaths, you said with a hollow laugh, “In any case, your plan won’t work. He is downstairs right now to ask for a new room.”

“Joke’s on you, I paid extra for them not to do that.”

Your reflection in the slim floor-length mirror next to the wardrobe raised its brow, “That feels rather illegal.”

“Nah, I told them you’re a married couple who want to rekindle their love. - There should be some champagne in the mini bar.”, she informed brightly.

The door’s keypad began beeping so you quickly hung up.

“Sorry, bad news.”, Matsukawa announced and closed the door behind him, “Seems like they’re out of rooms. Must be accounting’s fault.”

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with them. Sounds like it was their mistake.”

“Hm, well, it’s just for one night, right? We can make do.” He passed you to drop his bag by the little desk that had the room phone and a thin notepad on top of it.

Your heart beat faster.

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’ll… take the floor then.” You had said it expecting he would immediately reject the idea and either valiantly state that under no circumstances would he allow that to ever happen or - a small hopeful voice in your head piped up - that he’d suggest sharing the bed.

But instead, your coworker just said, “That might be for the best. Thanks, Y/n.”

“Excuse me?”

He looked up with a frown, mid-unzipping his bag, “What? You wanna share? You always tell me how much you’re tossing and turning at night. I don’t need that for my sleep schedule. Besides, I have to stand in front of a bunch of people tomorrow morning and talk. I have to look good.”

“So do I.”

“Yeah, but you always do.”

You smiled in surprise.

“Oh, don’t pretend. Even with those dark shadows under your eyes, you’re cute. And if all else fails, you have makeup to make you even prettier.”

“I could make you prettier with makeup, too.”, you teased.

“We’ll leave that as plan B.”, he deadpanned and chucked his sleepwear haphazardly onto the sheets, “But sure, if you don’t mind sharing then have at it.”

“Thank you.”, you said loftily and went through the carry-on looking for your toiletries.

You had ordered room service so that Matsukawa could practice his speech on different wood types for coffins on you. You gave him some pointers on pauses and inflection and before you knew it, it was lights out and you were in bed with the guy you had been crushing on since you started working together. And while you were awkwardly staring at the dark ceiling on which a low glow was thrown through the thin curtains, Matsukawa was on his phone scrolling on the dimmed screen. There had been no comment on your sleeping attire, not even a look. You should have guessed as much but couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. With it nearing 11pm, you silently drummed your fingers on the blanket, just wishing you could go to sleep to get the night over with. The minutes trickled past and try as you might you couldn’t get to sleep. You considered making conversation and racked your brain for a topic suitable for the situation when, “Mmmmmh.” A loud languid moan came from the other side of the wall. The rustling next to you let you know that Matsukawa was stretching to look at the wall as if that would help.

“You heard that, too, right?”

“Yeah I-“

“Uh! Yes!”

Your eyes widened when as a final confirmation the bed next door began squeaking rhythmically.

Your ears were ringing with each cry and whimper from the adjacent room and soon both you and Matsukawa pressed your palms to your mouths to muffle your hysterical giggling.

“Sounds like a good time.”, you whispered with another snort when the second person began calling their partner’s name.

“The problem is, I can’t even yell at them to get a room.”, Matsukawa said under his breath, making you hide under the blanket to dampen another giggle fit.

“What should we do?”, you asked quietly, “Did you pack earplugs?”

In the half-darkness of the room you watched an idea slot into place in Matsukawa’s head and one second later he turned his head to the wall, groaning loudly, “Ugh, oh, that feels so good!”

“Oh my god, what are you doing!!?”, you whisper-yelled through a new wave of suppressed laughter.

But he just continued to join their moans.

“I’m literally answering their mating call.”, he explained during a short breathing break and then continued to moan. You tried to cover his mouth with your hands but he easily pushed you away, clearing his throat for another “reply”.

“Stop it!”, you pleaded, your voice coming out much higher as you tried to keep your urgings down.

“It’s fun, you should try it.”

You watched him for a moment, then sat up on your elbows and, after clearing your throat, joined him.

He gave you a thumbs up and for a while you just went back and forth with the completely unperturbed couple in the other room.

“Ugh, y/n, just like that!”

You locked eyes with him and he shrugged, “Too far?”

After a short pause, you let out, “God, Issei, yes!”

He nodded, impressed.

“Sounded a little fake, but I’d give it a 7/10.”, he said quietly.

You pushed against his shoulder.

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying, you can do better than that.”

Squinting at him you dug deep and, “Ngh, fuuuck, Issei! Please, harder… yes, yes… yes!”

You heard him swallow and saw his tongue quickly darting over his lips.

“Ahem yeah. That… that was better.”, he admitted with a decidedly dryer throat.

Seeing him like this, egged you on and throwing caution into the wind you let out your loudest moan of his name yet.

“Now, you see, that sounded fake.”

You hit him playfully. “No, it didn’t!”

“Yeah, it did.”

“How would you know?”

“No one sounds this good. Just doesn’t happen.”

“Why don’t you find out?”

The words had slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them and even in the minimal light of the room, you saw Matsukawa’s eyes flicker.

He only hesitated for a moment, “Wait, really?”

The spell between you two was momentarily interrupted by noises that sounded distinctively like flesh hitting flesh. The other couple seemed to have picked up some speed.

“Really.”, you brought the attention back to his question.

“You’re really gonna let me touch you?”

“And more, if you want.”

“Fucking finally. I thought you’d just drool all over me in silence forever.”

“You knew??”, you forgot to whisper for a second and clamped your mouth shut - the couple next door didn’t care.

“Gorgeous, you’re not subtle about it. - Aww, no need to hide.”, he chuckled when you dove under the blanket again only to pop back up at his last words.

“Didn’t pack a condom but I guess that can wait for when we’re back, hm?”

Your heart began to pound in your ears. This was really happening, he moved close to you.

“Let’s see here…”, he said quietly, brushing back the blanket to expose your entirely unflattering pajamas, but he didn’t seem to care. His large hand reached out, hovered for a moment over your waist to wait for protest, and then, when none came, rested on your hips. You were lying on the side now, facing each other. Your breath hitched when he roamed a little lower to gently squeeze a handful of your ass. The sheets rustled when you rubbed your thighs together and he grinned.

“If I may.” His palm brushed back up, moving the hem of your shirt with it. Too excited to feel self-conscious you helped him take it off, wrapped your arm around your chest which he noted with a small pout.

“Really, love?”

Deft, featherlight fingers brushed along the ridge between your forearm and breasts, really enjoying how the simple gesture made you shudder.

When you didn’t remove your arm right away he went on, “Well then I might have to start somewhere else?”

His hand went back to your waist, sending electricity through your body where his palm now made contact with your pudgy flesh, he slowly pushed the waistband of your shorts down your legs.

“Oh?”

You closed your eyes in realization. The granny panties.

He removed your shorts and flung them to some corner of the room.

“If you’re all quiet, I won’t know if you’re uncomfortable, love.”, he informed you.

“No no, you’re good. Proceed.”

“Will you show me your tits, beautiful?”

“If you ask real nicely.”, you chuckled nervously.

His hand dipped between your plush thighs, letting his long thick finger feel the growing wet patch on the fabric.

He pushed the pads of his fingertips against your clothed clit. “Pretty please.”

You began to squirm under his touch, dropping your arm, finally giving him the sight he wanted. He sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed small circles against you.

“Nngh, yes. Shit, don’t stop.”

“Louder, love. They should hear you.”

“Touch me more…”, you whined, not hiding your voice this time.

He leaned forward to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, kneading it between his lips and flicking his tongue over it while his hand moved way up only to slip into the high waistband of the panties.

“Oh god! Fuck, Issei!”

He played with your clit, ran the length of his fingers through your slick pussy, and shifted a little so that with a low, “Relax for me.” he could push a finger into you.

You let out a cry of pleasure, grasping at his shoulder for stability. The panties eventually joined the shorts on the dark floor. He was still fully dressed, marking up your breasts and pumping two, then three fingers in and out of you with increasing speed. The slick sounds echoed obscenely through the room, undoubtedly being heard by the other couple, too.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him closer against you, pushing his face into your flesh, begging him to go harder, faster. He laughed against your skin when he felt you clench around his fingers and screamed his name while you came.

Once your orgasm subsided, Matsukawa pulled out his fingers and studied them in the dim light, thin threads of your cum connecting them as he spread them out.

“So you really do sound like that.”, he noted, giving his fingers an experimental lick, “And you taste great, too.”

art: @yoroz_roz on X

a/n: request for @aldebrana - I hope you enjoyed it!

spicy, sharing a bed, pining coworker Matsukawa - sorry for the fluff beginning, I needed the plot for the porn 😬

Thank you so much to @samoankpoper21 for helping me out of a corner with this one ✨🫶🏻

[vainilladollie]

ridin’

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; a quickie.

warning(s) ; smut. mdni. not use of protection don’t DO THIS. p in v. ass spank. hair pulling. praise cuz im a whore for chris!!!! LISTEN THE SONG ITS A TOTAL BANGER.

this is for ale, ilysm thanks for all mwah #minipizzas @sturnslutz

“you look like hell tonight, ma,” chris let out a hiss as your skirt fell to the floor, forming a puddle at your feet, his right hand slapping one of your ass cheeks, grunting as he did so, his eyes connecting with yours through the mirror, his fingers slowly pulling down your panties, drawing attention to the small wet patch on them, but still doing so without breaking eye contact. “gotta look you through a mirror more often, huh?”

he told you with a smirk, he got what he wanted as usual. immediately your hands went to the edge of the counter, biting your soft lips a little in anticipation as you heard chris's hands unbuckle his belt, and you felt another slap against your ass, letting out a muffled moan. "chris!"

chris chuckles, his hand still resting on your ass. “don't act shocked, mama, y'know what ya be doin' t'me,” he mutters in a low, raspy voice, grunting as he strokes himself a couple of times, his eyes roaming up and down your back before lining up with your entrance. “teasin' me all day, walkin' around in these short little skirts ya wear all the time, b’fore long i'm gonna lose my mind, ma.”

“ohmygod, chris!” a high moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as he pressed against your back, his hand on your hip. with one hard thrust, chris buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the sensation. chris let out a low growl, his hips rocking against hers. "yeah, that's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, you let out a choked gasp as the familiar tune blared through the speakers in the place, they were probably already looking for them, but Chris didn't care. “lemme' hear those pretty sounds”

"feels so so good!" you moan, clutching to the counter as chris grits his teeth, his pace quickening. “yeah? ya like that, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes locked with hers, the room filled with the sound of skin against skin. “knew ya would, s'why ya keep torturin' me all the time,”his hand moved down to your clit, chris's thumb rubbing the sensitive nodule in tight circles as he continued to thrust inside you. your hips swayed back and forth, mascara running down your bambie eyes.

chris moans, his hand grabbing her ass again as he continues to move his hips, slapping it shamelessly. “yeah, i know baby, y’love it,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as you babble incoherently. “got you all worked up”

“chris... ‘m close,” you say softly and he moans, “can feel how tight ya are around me, baby. ya been wantin’ this all day, huh?” with a growl, he moves his hands from her hips and hair, pulling them as his other hand rubs your sensitive nub, while the knot in your lower abdomen begins to beg for release, he rubs your clit faster, his husky voice murmuring in your ear, your walls clenching with need.

your hair a mess, traces of eyelashes across your cheeks as you breathe heavily. close to climax for both of you. chris stops mid-motion, his breathing ragged and heavy as he looks at the door as someone knocks, asking for both of you.

“gotta be shittin’ me,” he mutters under his breath, his head dropping to bury his face in your neck. “j'st when we were gettin' t' the good part…”

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; hope this is good, sigh, omg im almost 200 followers!! excited. and since everyone seemed to love rapper!chris i wrote another one, this is the back to tha basics replacement!

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don't use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

[lovelytsunoda]

the residence | yuki tsunoda

summary: after the murder of a foreign secretary on australian soil, yuki tsunoda, who attended the very same party, must own up to a rather compromising alibi

pairing: foreign dignitary!yuki x pastry chef! reader

warnings: smut 18+ they start making out in the kitchen but then move to an insanely fancy room because this party is in some fuckass vintage hotel. somebody does d*e, but he's barely mentioned. takes 'compliments to the chef' to a new meaning, anal fingering, mirrors on the hotel ceiling, unprotected sex

"mr. tsunoda, why are you wearing a dead man's shirt?"

all eyes were on yuki, and he didn't like it. his hands went clammy, and the back of his neck began to sweat. "what are you talking about?" he asked "this is my shirt."

members of the japanese foreign ministry were gathered in the hotel's ornate sitting room, a ghostly rennasaince portrait staring down at him from over the fireplace while he tried to come up with a non incriminating answer.

"i mean that shirt is far too large for a man of your size." the detective crossed her arms over her chest, staring straight at him. "mr. tusnoda, you understand that this is a matter of national security?"

his face was red now, cheeks heated and rosy as he played with his collar. "i can explain. i really can."

"then start talking. a man is dead. a very important man from a foreign government that we were supposed to be fixing our relations with!"

"i was having sex at the time of the murder." he spoke quietly.

the detective cocked her head. "i'm sorry, i didn't catch that."

"i was in bed when the murder happened!" he shouted. "we were in the dead man's room, but i didn't know until afterwards. the buttons came off my shirt, so i took one of his from the closet."

behind him, he heard the defence minister cough, obviously stifling a laugh.

"yeah, that's right! i can get laid too, jackass!"

"boys!" the detective scolded. "that's enough. mr. tsunoda, i'm going to need someone to corroborate that story. can you tell me who you were with?"

he swallowed nervously. "the pastry chef. i think her name is y/n. please, if her boss finds out, she'll lose her job."

TWO HOURS EARLIER

the sound of glass crashing against the kitchen tile was quieter than it should have been against the muffled soundtrack coming in from the other room, where a concert had been hastily pulled together by event staff on account of the fact that miley cyrus was staying in the same hotel, and that the entertainment had dropped out at the last minute.

"what the fuck do you mean i can't do my dessert? mike, the whole evening counted on it!"

"i don't want any open flames in the dining room!"

"wait," yuki said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "what was the dessert?"

the chef looked at him, eyes narrowed. "who the fuck is he and who let him in my kitchen?"

her cheeks were damp and she was obviously sweating from the heat inside the industrial kitchen. there were faint pit stains on her black blouse, her hair held back by a floral bandana. her shirt was unbuttoned just enough that yuki could see the saint christopher pendant nestled between her boobs.

"tsunoda yuki, ma'am. from the japanese foreign ministry. what was the dessert you were making?"

"crepes suzette. they're flambeed at the table."

yuki grinned. "i think the prime minister would love that."

her face morphed from an angry glare to a giddy smile as she turned back to mike. "yuki-san can stay. you can get fucked because i'm making crepes suzette whether you like it or not. now get out of my fucking kitchen."

"y/n, please! i don't want your dessert burning down teh fucking hotel."

"as long as the fire inspection is up to date, there shouldn't be a problem. now get out!" to accentuate her point, she threw another crystal glass against the tiled wall.

as a connoisseur of fine foods, yuki found it remarkable to watch her work, preparing enough desserts (that would inevitably be blowtorched) for a dining room of seven hundred. she commanded attention and authority, dishing out instructions to her team in a way that made the foreign secretary's pants grow a little tighter.

he was well and truly smitten.

after the meal was over, and yuki had gotten to see the pure delight on y/n's face as she performed a demonstration of the flambee portion of the dessert, he politely excused himself from the table as miley began to sing.

out of no disrespect for her, of course. she was an incredible performer. there was just someone else that yuki wanted to see more.

the kitchen was empty, the staff having left for a well deserved break when he pushed his way through the swinging doors. y/n was alone, sitting on one of the metal islands. she'd let her hair down, voluminous strands falling around her face as she stared down at her cell phone. she was snacking on a small bowl of table water crackers.

"excuse me, miss?" yuki started, taking off his tie and unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt. "i would like to pay my compliments to the chef."

she looked up at him, smiling as she tucked her phone away into an apron pocket. under the apron, she was wearing jeans and knee high boots with a small wedge heel.

"oh yeah? and how do you reckon you're going to do that?" she slid off the island, leaning against it.

yuki crept closer, arms caging her in. "first with a kiss." his voice was sultry as he said it, resting his forehead against hers. "and then, if she's up for it, in a king sized bed with a bottle of champagne, making her come all night long."

y/n grinned, gently tugging his hair. he groaned, and she took pleasure in how flustered he was getting.

she was flustered too, heat pooling in her core. "oh yeah, she's up for it."

when he kissed her, it was like a dam had broken. the kiss was sloppy and hungry, smearing her clear lip gloss all around her mouth before he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. they could faintly hear miley's second set through the walls, adding a fitting ambiance as she started to grind against yuki's thigh. he pushed his leg further between hers, encouraging her movements as he felt himself harden, swallowing one of her moans as she desperately humped his slacks.

reluctantly, she broke away, face flushed and chest heaving up and down. her blouse had shifted, allowing yuki to see the devilish purple lace undnerneath.

"this is a health hazard." she breathed. "i can't fuck you in here."

"my room is on the seventh floor." yuki breathed. "but i left the key at the table."

"shit." she groaned, leaning her head back so far that the ends of her hair brushed the top of the stainless steel work station.

yuki absentmindedly wondered if that's what she'd look like on top of him.

"i have an idea." she said with a twinkle in her eye. "room service has a master key. it has to be in here somewhere."

hurriedly, the pair separated, opening drawers and checking wall hooks until she found it, triumphantly holding up the skeleton key. all the rooms were fully booked, but as long as the party kept going all night, they would have more than enough time between the sheets before yuki could slink back into the ballroom and grab his own room key.

giggling, she grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the kitchen's service entrance and up the back staircase. on the second floor, they rushed out of the stairwell, going straight for the first room they saw. y/n knew that this whole floor was rented out to the partygoers, and that they would be undisturbed. she slid the key into the lock, silently screaming in triumph as the door gave way. yuki followed her inside, barely waiting until the door was closed to pounce on her again.

he gripped her ass firmly with both hands, his lips kissing the juncture between her neck and collarbone with such force that she was backed up against the door. one of her legs coiled around his, her hands vaguely remembering to take off her apron. she grabbed the man's face, pressing her lips to his again as he tried to shrug off his expensive tailored jacket. his cock strained against his dress pants, and she could feel it through her jeans as he rutted against her.

"bed. now."

she followed him deeper into the immaculate room, the only sign of its habitation being the suitcase shoved into the corner. the bed was massive, layered with plush white pillows and a down duvet.

she fumbled out of her boots, and then her jeans and blouse, leaving them as a trail from the foyer to the raised portion of floor that the bed was on. yuki was already undressed, stroking his hard cock as he watched her fluff her hair and skip towards the bed.

“that’s quite the lingerie set you’ve got there.” he remarked

she shrugged, crawling onto the bed. “confidence booster. makes me feel powerful.” she rested her hands on his thighs, leaning forward to kiss him softly before tapping the end of his nose with her fingertip. “and we had a league of aussie rules football players through here last month. god, those guys know what they’re doing in bed.”

“I don’t know if I like hearing you talk about other men.” yuki purred, running a hand through her hair. “I want to be the only one who makes you feel good.”

she kissed his neck, guiding his hand to her ass as her own hand went to his hard cock, skillfully stroking up and down as she licked at his pulse point.

“mm, sweet girl.” yuki hummed, hips bucking into her hand. “that’s it, just like that.”

his hand skirted over her bottom, over the dark silk of her panties to where he slipped his fingers between her ass cheeks, gently playing with her small, tight hole.

she gasped at the sensation, her hand faltering around yukis dick.

“oh my god.” she gasped, burying her face between his neck and shoulder.

“yeah baby?” he hummed, turning his head to kiss her hair, letting out his own soft moan at the feeling of her fingers around him. “you like it when I play with your asshole? atta girl, just let me make you feel good.”

she nodded against his neck before tilting her head up to kiss him, hand moving along his member quicker and quicker. she could feel his hips stuttering under her hand. he leaned back with a harsh moan, staring up at the room's mirrored ceiling. reflected back at him, he could see his flushed, muscular body, and a gorgeous woman running her hand all over his cock.

he was in fucking heaven.

"fuck, baby, i'm close. keep fucking stroking me." he breathed, forcing himself to keep watching in the mirror as he finished, spilling all over her fingers, and his own thighs.

she was positively soaked, her panties being the only thing keeping her from dripping everywhere. sitting back on her heels, she licked the remnants of yuki's release from her hands before casting her panties aside, dimly aware that they landed on the carpet with a wet thumping sound.

"baby," she whined. "i need you so bad."

"so do i, angel girl. since i first saw you in that kitchen. my dress pants have been tight all evening." yuki purred, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer before nuzzling into her neck. "couldn't decide if i wanted to bend you over that kitchen island and fuck you so hard that the whole party could hear, or let you ride my cock and use me to get yourself off."

she audibly whimpered, clenching her thighs together. "fuck me, you could have said something. my job is done for the night once dessert is served."

yuki grinned, kissing her collarbone. "you made wielding a blowtorch much sexier than i think it probably should be."

"I see" her voice was low as she kissed him again, gently grinding her soaking wet core against his cock. "did my blowtorch make you hard?"

subtly rolling his eyes, he used one hand to angle his hard member upwards, thrusting into her opening. she moaned out a curse, leaning her head back.

"see the mirror, sweet girl? see how fucking sexy you look?" he growled, leaning back against the pillows. "makes me wanna fucking worship you."

she opened her eyes, staring up at the mirrored ceiling, at the deliciously sinful image of her riding the politician, face flushed and hair sweaty, already wrecked just from the way he played her with his fingers.

scraping her nails along his abs, she started swiveling her hips, moaning at the delicious drag of his inches deep inside of her. for a moment, inside this stolen hotel room, she was able to forget that they were a politician and a lowly pastry chef. they were just people, making each other feel good.

"oh, baby, you feel so fucking good." yuki moaned, gently slapping at the flesh on her thigh. he met her eyes in the mirror, hips bucking up to take her deeper.

her mouth fell open in a moan as she tried to chase that sensation, lifting her body up before dropping it down.

"yuki, please!" she begged. "i need you to fuck me deeper."

he sat up, planting the soles of his feet on the mattress. "hold on tight, angel." he warned, waiting for her to loop her arms around his neck before he gripped her hips tightly and started to thrust up, slamming himself into her.

"yes, yes, fuck!" she screamed, leaning over to kiss him, raking her nails across his shoulders as she moaned into his mouth. "feels so good."

she was perfectly content to sit there and continue to let the foreign secretary thrust into her, filling her in the perfect way as he grabbed the globes of her ass in both hands and continued to drive his hard cock in and out of her.

he noticed her legs start to tremble, and without a word, flipped them both over so that her back hit the goose down duvet. without missing a beat, yuki adjusted his angle, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to grip one of her legs, maneuvering it to change the angle slightly. he continued to thrust, but this time she could clearly see in the mirror where he was sliding in and out of her aching core.

that sight alone was enough to make her clench around his cock, hands gripping the sheets as she came without warning, back arched and eyes screwed shut.

"come on baby, give it to me." yuki encouraged. "come on, come on. cum for me." he fucked her right through it, never slowing down. "i know you've got another one in you baby, and i could spend all fucking night wrapped up inside this sweet pussy."

he slowed for a few thrusts, leaning over her with care and reverence as he brushed some of her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her forehead, and then her cheeks, and lastly her lips.

"fuck, baby." he whispered. "something about you makes me want to soak these sheets in your come. i don't wanna stop until you're fully satiated."

"then don't stop." she encouraged, grabbing one of his ass cheeks and pulling him closer, feeling his cock go deeper. "give me another one."

"greedy girl." he grinned, kissing her again before thrusting hard and fast.

leaning her head back, she could see his body engulfing hers despite the minor height difference, likely due to muscle mass. with every thrust, she could see the way his ass jiggled with impact, the scratches she was leaving on his back, angry red marks against his pale skin, and each pleasure-filled expression she made as he took her higher and higher towards that peak.

"i want you to look at yourself when you come." he rasped into her ear. "see how fucking amazing you look."

she couldn't form words, simply gripping his shoulders tighter in response and latching her legs around his torso.

"atta girl." he grunted, using one hand to tweak and toy at her hard nipple through the lace of her unlined bra. "you can do it, i've got you. just give me one more, sweetheart. and then just milk my cock until you're full."

he could feel her walls clench around him, and he gently gripped her neck, guiding her face towards the mirror, watching her as she watched herself. "watch yourself come, angel. see how fucking good it feels."

she came with a cry, struggling to keep her eyes open as she gushed around him.

"fuck, babe. that's a big one." yuki groaned, snapping his hips. "take it, baby. take everything i've got." he let out a sharp grunt, hips faltering as he started to spill. she felt him everywhere, his release spreading deeper and deeper, hips smacking against hers.

with the soaked duvet lying on the floor with their clothes, the pair curled up in between the bamboo sheets, resting in a contented silence as yuki pressed gentle kisses to her body, paying extra attention to her perky and neglected nipples, sucking and kissing them through the fabric of her bra.

"i wish you didn't have to go back to japan." it wasn't a line. it was the truth. she really liked the dignitary she was sharing a bed with. he was sweet and kind and all the right kinds of spicy. in a different world, she would have loved to have seen where their relationship went.

"i know." he hummed, detaching himself from her right nipple. "but there's not much i can do about that. i'd love to bring you home with me, if it wouldn't create such a scandal."

combing her fingers through his hair, she was about to say something else when a crash and a scream forced them both to bolt upright.

"what the fuck was that?"

"i don't know." yuki jumped out of bed, reaching for his pants and shirt. "stay here while I go look."

she sat up anyways, back against the ornate headboard as she watched him dress. "what if its dangerous?"

"that's why you're staying here." he slipped his shirt over his shoulders, leaning over to kiss her. "i'm not letting anything happen to you." he turned around to button up his shirt before letting out a curse.

"what's wrong?"

"two buttons came off!"

"check the closet. one of the dignitaries is staying in here, there's bound to be another shirt."

yuki raised his eyebrows "you want me to wear a stranger's shirt!?"

"it's better than going out there without one!"