#Please don't flop 🙏🙏

[disorganizedguts]

I like opera

[rengoopadoopulous]

GUESS WHO SUCCESSFULLY MADE A TURNAROUND EHEHEHEHE

old reference for Ana btw! ^^

(please don't flop I spent 12 hours on this and my hand hurts 😞😿)

[l1ghtbulb]

my bfdi leo/need designs

I'm back with this au! Yay!!

the wxs designs

[skitskatdacat63]

"Non paeniteo potitus."

+ details & process

And, process !!

The jump btwn the second to last and last always surprise me whenever I make one of these because I always forget to take snapshots after I start painting. It's always like: oh yeah heres the lineart with some colors- BOOM fully finished✨️

What he's holding are the Austrian imperial scepter and orb, seen below:

I was going to draw the crown too but decided I don't hate myself that much(maybe some other day), and gave him a golden laurel crown, bcs I'm obsessed with that as a motif, and also its very remincient of the boy king statue that started this whole thing!

There's some symbolism of this, both intentionally but also just historically. I love that the orb represents that the monarch is holding the world in their hand, basically every old monarchy has one of those, and I think it's very cool for symbolism. But also bcs of that, I was forced to basically draw catholic fanart so, you win some you lose some. The star halo above him head is both to reference those religious statues with star crowns(I saw them a lot in Europe and they imprinted onto my brain), as well as: his four championships of course!

[redr0sewrites]

🥀2K Follower Event🥀

🥀A/n: hi everyone!!! i've finally made it to 2K followers and i am so soo soooo happy + excited!!! i never thought id make it this far and i am very excited to celebrate with all of you. in honor of me finally reaching this goal, ive created a prompt list below that u can all use to send in requests. thank u all again for helping me on this journey, ily all!!!

🥀How it Works:

send in a request with the prompt number you would like, along with the character(s) you would like me to write it for and whether or not you want the fic to be nsfw/sfw

if you want any additional information on the reader to be included (gender, race, fashion, or any other descriptors) please include those w the request as well

up to 3 characters per request, as i want to realistically be able to finish them all without burning out

prompts may be used twice, but not for the same character. multiple characters may be used for the same prompt but a singular character can not be reused for that prompt.

i will be accepting requests until the event closes, and i will update this post once that happens

if a request goes against my rules and guidelines on my pinned masterpost, the request will simply not be written

i will work on requests chronologically, so please be patient.

🥀Request Format Examples:

hi! can i request prompt #28 with rengoku and a mtf!reader? i'd like the fic to be sfw! tysm and have a great day!

heyy can u write prompt #7 with aaravos and make it nsfw? thx!

can i request prompt #33 (sfw) with jayroy (jason todd and roy harper) x masc!reader? thankss!

🥀Prompts:

"you can't just show up like this! are you hurt?"

"where are you?"

"somebody is in loooveee!!"

"of course they don't like me, that's ridiculous!... did they say anything to you about me?"

"i don't like you- i love you."

"its so cold without you."

"i guess im just disappointed."

"did you hurt them?"

"i can't stand them, their stupid smile and their stupid laugh and their stupid crooked teeth- oh."

"why are your hands so cold?!"

"ive never felt like this before.."

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment i saw you, i just can't take it anymore. i want you to be with me!"

"i wasted so much time chasing after them, and for what?"

"do you even like me?" "i love you-" "thats not what i asked. sure, you love me, but do you even like me as a person?"

"it feels- it feels good.."

"don't be shy, darling"

"i wish you saw yourself the way that i see you."

"i never hated you!"

"are you mad at me?"

"i'm just so sick of trying to be something im not. i hope you can forgive me."

"please don't cry, shh, your okay."

"i want you, no one else."

"do you trust me?"

"ive never been touched there.."

"i want you inside me/i want to be inside you"

"you taste so sweet.."

"why can't you see that i love you?"

"is that my shirt your wearing?"

"aww, are you stuck baby?"

"i thought i lost you again"

"our baby would be so cute..."

"you're so pretty like this.."

"i love you." "you're drunk, you dont- you don't mean that.."

"i hate how easy it is for me to love you again."

"are you.. scared of me?"

"aw, don't cry prince/ss"

"i need to stay awake, but i'm just so tired... can you stay? please?"

"i'm just going to end up hurting you-" "i know you'd never hurt me"

"would it be embarrassing if i said i missed you?"

"fuck- feel me all up in your guts, baby?"

"stay still, this will only hurt for a second, jus' relax for me, kay?"

"i know you can take it, just breathe"

"i need you so bad.. it hurts-"

"do you wanna join, or are you just gonna keep watching?"

"no one else will get to see me like this, i can promise you that"

"come closer, i need you"

"you look absolutely stunning like this"

"i'm sorry i wasn't there before, but i'm here now, and i always will be"

"i can't get up with you laying on top of me!"

"shit." "what?" "so, uh, theres only one bed.."

most of these i made up myself by just imagining random fanfic scenarios, but a few were ideas from friends, so credit to them! again, thank you all so much for supporting me and for helping me get this far ♥️♥️♥️

[blueghosthandsfriend]

Nick furcillo aesthetic mlm

[itsana004]

Zexal Month 2023 - Day 2 - Favourite Number Card

"I summon Number 86! Heroic Champion Rhongomyniad!"

My boy was robbed!!!! I REPEAT

MY. BOY. WAS. FREKIN. ROBBED

@zexalmonth

[hwajin]

bro i wanna release twin flame like rn i've finished writing and it's such a toe curling chapter I WILL CRY IF YOU LET IT FLOP (real)

[arikqe]

please don't flop here too 🙏🙏

[inuyashaluver]

MORE MAYA PLEASE 🙏🙏

handsy - maya le tissier

maya le tissier x reader

description: in which your best friend is an extremely handsy defender, completely testing the limits of your friendship when you contemplate if it really is platonic

warnings: nothing really!

a/n: you do not have to tell me twice. maya le tissier has my heart. thank you and please enjoy! ❤️ i haven't written for maya dearest in soooooo long, it was much needed!!

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maya le tissier has a problem, and it was a problem she didn't even know she had.

she’d been told by countless people that this problem was going to lead her into trouble, but how was she supposed to fix it if she didn't know what the problem was?

this problem that maya had, you were no stranger to, in fact you were the one always caught in the crossfire of it. and this was your best friend’s incredibly handsy self.

maya le tissier was extremely touchy and affectionate with everyone, but mainly you, and it was starting to drive you insane.

—

it’s always been like this, being best friends with maya and then questioning your whole relationship with how touchy she was.

whether it was a simple touch on the arm or a prolonged hug that had your heart beating out of your chest, you were confused. she was confusing you. heavily.

you both met in the youth england teams, bonding because you were the same age. both similar yet different, a perfect balance that had many people envious of the relationship you had carefully constructed with each other.

ever since you were both 15, you've pulled your hair out in frustration over the brunette, something she wasn't even aware of.

“hey, babe” maya flopped down next to you in your cubby at the u17’s lionesses, she placed a warm hand on your thigh, kissing your cheek gently.

your cheek filled with pink from the contact of her lips against your skin, desperately hoping she doesn't point out how flushed you looked right now.

“hi, may” you chuckle, feeling maya’s arm slip behind you around your back, pulling you directly into her side. “you look gorgeous, as usual” she smiles, gently budging your shoulder with hers.

you look over at her in surprise, flattered by her words but also incredibly shy about them.

“i’m wearing the same thing as you” you point out, a hint of teasing laced in your words. “yeah but you always look way better” she winks, her arm moving from your back to rest on your thigh, fiddling with the end of your shorts.

your breath hitched a little, was she clueless or was she strategic?

“you okay?” she asks, handing your your water bottle, “you look a little flushed” she said with genuine concern, answering your earlier question, the girl was clueless.

“i'm all good! just a little warm” you excused, fanning your hands for added effect, maya’s eyebrows quirk but she chose to believe you.

the brunette grabbed a random paper from the cubby next to yours, fanning you down diligently, asking you constantly if you were okay. and if this doesn't sum up your ultimate confusion with your best friend, you don't know what will.

—

you were both signed to manchester united as well as the senior england team so that bond between the both of you only grew tenfold.

it was impossible for the two of you to be apart, mainly because you now lived together and that was an ultimate struggle.

each and every moment of your lives were together, it was a rare occasion to see the two of you separated, and thus, the rumours surrounding your relationship only grew larger, it was really taking its toll on you.

the thing is, there were numerous moments where you truly thought maya liked you back, how could you not?

there were occasions where she looked at you in a way that made your heart flutter, the petnames, the acts of service, and especially the way she would talk about you in interviews.

—

“yeah, thats a great question! i definitely think my biggest form of motivation is my (y/n), shes absolutely amazing inside and out and i just love her. to be honest, i don’t think i would be where i am without her and i know it's the same for her, well i hope” she laughs, thanking the interviewer again for the question.

ella and alessia, the ones that had to see everything under the magnifying glass knew this would drive you insane.

they sent you the video before having a group facetime call where they intricately analysed each word, each facial expression and they concluded the girl was in love with you.

and you concluded that you were in love with her, and something needed to happen, immediately.

—

you were at camp with england, mary begging you and maya to join alessia and her in a tiktok video, something about hot shots?

you weren't really listening, maya was drawing shapes on your back and therefore no coherent thoughts were present in your mind, and so here you all were, set up in a line in front of mary’s phone.

you and maya couldn’t stop giggling in the corner, making mary and alessia stare at you both with amused smiles until you nudged maya’s thigh with your own, hushing your giggles as best as you could.

“now that they're done, hello everyone, we’ve got a challenge for, me, alessia, maya and little (y/n) today” mary snickers, you scoff after she finishes her sentence.

“alright?” alessia chuckles, “what did you call me little for?” you point at mary, making her press her finger against yours that you couldn't help but laugh at.

“you’re the youngest” mary teases, “maya is three months older than me?” you exclaim, nudging maya for backup but the girl only gave you a cheeky smile back.

“oh whatever, go on” you roll your eyes, maya grins at you, squeezing your hand quickly before letting it go.

“we’ve got, hotshots, like the hotshots we are” everyone giggles, mary ripping them out of the package and giving one out to each of you.

“here, babe” maya grabs yours out of your hand, smiling at you before shaking both of your little bottles.

“she can’t shake her own bottle?” alessia teases, making maya giggle shyly while shaking her head, “nah, she gets princess treatment from me” maya winks, making you slap maya’s thigh with utters of “i do not!”.

maya puts one in between her thighs and opens yours, giving it to you before she opens her own. “i can smell it from here” alessia grimaces, “yeah, alessia eats with her nose” mary teases, maya smells it herself and coughs a little, pushing your hand down when you went to smell it yourself.

“love, it’s gross, don’t” maya says protectively, leaning forward to adjust herself, she placed her hand on your knee and as she sat back properly, her hand slid up from your knee all the way to your thigh, making you freeze in your spot.

maya looks at you questioningly, “i’m fine, i can just smell it” you lie, maya smiles at you, “gross, right?” she smiles, making you nod along with her.

“(y/n), i know exactly how it's gonna taste and i don't want it” alessia shivers, making you giggle at her. maya stares at you while you giggle, grinning brightly at seeing you so happy.

“less, if i do it, you do it” you laugh, making the blonde groan but agree.

“my god, we need (y/n/n) around more, look how fast lessi agrees and how excited maya is” mary says to the camera. “right, let's go!” mary demands.

you all grimace but begin to drink the shot, maya drinks it quickly and begins to laugh, coughing as she got up from the frame.

mary and alessia begin to laugh, promptly making you laugh as you watch maya. maya scrambles to get her bottle of juice from your bag, continuing to cough.

“you okay?” you grimace, the ginger burning the back of your throat, maya nods, “it got up my nose” maya chokes out, drinking the juice.

you finish your shot as maya comes back to sit next to you on the bed, “god, you're like a baby” you scold, lifting your hands up to cup maya’s face, wiping off the remaining shot and juice off her nose and her lips.

maya lets you do it with no complaints, watching you with a smile as you still taste the shot in your mouth.

when you drop your hands, maya lifts up her own, squeezing your cheeks together teasingly before putting the bottle of juice in your mouth.

her arm coming around your back to draw comforting circles on your back as you had the juice, passing it to alessia when you were done.

maya giggles as she makes fun of mary, drawing you closer every couple of seconds. “lessi, you need to finish it” you say to her, alessia shakes her head.

“no, i don't want it” alessia says with disgust, “come on, less, please” maya says, joining you in convincing the blonde, alessia rolls her eyes but does it anyone, getting a cheer from the three of you when she finished it.

“i’m so proud of all of you for that” mary mocks, ending the video with goodbyes and maya tackling you to the bed, claiming that now she was traumatised from the shot and needed comforting.

mary hops on both of you while filming it while alessia laughs in the back, distantly saying “such a third wheel!” making mary laugh when maya pressed a firm kiss to your cheek.

let’s just say you replayed each and every interaction that night before you went to bed. maya liked you back and you needed to do something about it.

—

a couple months later, you were back in manchester with maya, waking up early for training to make you both some breakfast.

“good morning” maya yawns, placing a hand on your hip with a kiss to your cheek, you let out a shaky breath before replying.

“morning, love, breakfast is there” you nod your head to the kitchen island, maya gasps in appreciation, thanking you and kissing your cheek repeatedly, pulling giggles out of you.

after you both finished eating, she just answered some texts on her phone as you stared at her, “you okay?” maya chuckles, glancing over at you, turning her phone off and swivelling her chair to face you, prompting you to do the same.

you don’t know where the surge of confidence came from but something came over you in that moment.

“can i try something?” you ask slowly, maya nods without hesitation, “whatever you like” she says sweetly, slightly moving closer to you.

you let out a quick exhale, swallowing the lump in your throat. there was so much riding on this, you could lose her forever or you could have her forever, and it was all on this.

but you couldn’t back down now, you owe it to yourself to do this. “if you hate me forever after this, i’m sorry for it now” you say wearily,

“babe, i could never hate you, it’s literally impossible” you says with full confidence. you nod at her, your eyes flickering between her eyes before quickly dropping to her lips and then back up.

she gives you a soft smile, you’re both on the same page. she wants you to make the first move.

you bite the bullet, surging forward to press your lips against hers, feeling them move together in sync without an ounce of hesitation. you both wanted this.

her hand cupped your chin and she stood from her chair, standing between your legs as she continued to kiss you. she places a hand gently on your thigh, your own arms wrapping around her neck softly.

she hums against you, kissing you sweetly with a smile lightly playing at her lips, making you chuckle against her.

she pulls away softly, bumping your nose cutely with yours as she giggles to face you. “you finally caught on, huh?” she teases, you roll your eyes, making maya pull you into another kiss, this one more purposeful and passionate before she pulled away again.

“you could’ve said something” you mock, maya interlaces your hands together, kissing the back of it gently.

“i said it everyday, i just wanted you to come to me in your own time” maya smiles, pushing a stray hair off your forehead.

you smile at her but almost sadly, the thought of both you and maya’s pushing your feelings away for so long.

“but what if i didn’t say anything?” you frown, gently caressing her face with the pad of your thumb, tracing over her cheek, maya smiles at you, moving closer to you.

“but you did, baby” she says softly, pecking your lips gently, “and it’s okay if you didn’t, i would just be your best friend and that’s it” she says earnestly, you pull her in for a hug, a tight one.

she gently sways you side to side as your legs slightly wrap around her waist. “i love you” you sniffle, maya tears up herself, kissing your cheek as she moved back.

“i love you” she says looking right into your eyes, kissing all over your face before settling on your lips, kissing them a couple of times before hugging you again.

“as much as i would love to kiss you all day, we have training” maya groans, grabbing both of your hands to help you down off the chair.

“so you wouldn’t kiss me all day?” you gasp mockingly, giving her a teasing smile, maya rolls her eyes affectionately, pinching your hip warningly.

“i would love nothing more, but we have a job to do, we can kiss all night” she winks, pecking your lips before ushering you out the door.

—

you’ve now been dating for over a year and have never been happier. the amount of relief everyone felt when they found out you were now dating was quite funny.

now everyone just had to get used to more flirting then usual but it was worth it, especially since you and maya were so happy.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you! ily lessi x

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mayaletissier: i know im supposed to watch the game but she’s incredibly distracting

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yourname: yeah sure, IM the distraction

↳ mayaletissier: you are, my love

↳ yourname: so sweet you are

alessia: they grow up so fast

↳ maryearps: our kids are big girls now 🥺

↳ mayaletissier: adults but okay xx

[fxllfaiiry]

୨୧ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ⋆˚✿˖°

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you and arthur are definitely (not) dating

warnings: none

note: I had to redo this fic 2 times cuz it kept getting deleted so please don't let it flop 😭🙏

♡ liked by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc and 570,237 others

⤷ yourusername we got lost...

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arthur_leclerc atleast we made friends with a cat

yourusername who tried to scratch your eye out 🤦‍♀️

charles_leclerc this is why you need supervision

yourusername if you want to come with us, just say so

user1 if I don't have a friendship like this, then I don't want it...

speak_now_tv where can I find whatever these bitches have??

yourusername added to their story

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⤷ yourusername surprise I guess

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arthur_leclerc YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME??? WHY DID I HAVE TO FIND OUT THROUGH TWITTER

yourusername sorry bestie, it is how it is

charles_leclerc please don't kill me or something

user2 why are we always wrong 😭

speaknowtvnearyou clowns as always

user13 so you're telling me that arthur found out from twitter that his best friend and brother are dating, what - 😭

starynights_4 and we thought her and arthur were dating *smh*

luvrlore I just woke up and got a heart attack

user4 I have so many questions -

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⤷ arthur_leclerc when you had to find out through twitter about your best friend and brother dating

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yourusername we said sorry a million times

arthur_leclerc sorry won't fix my twitter fyp

folkloregoldrush arthur's humor is keeping me alive rn

charles_leclerc it's really not that deep

arthur_leclerc excuse-moi?? this isn't deep but saying we're french is 🤨

charles_leclerc we're monegasque!!!!

user12 this is peak comedy 💀

stsrnights keeping up with the kardashians? nah, I'd rather watch keeping up with the leclercs

user9 go get their ass (affectionate) arthur!!

f1sainz1 arthur is just like me fr, thrid wheelers unite!!

glowymoons arthur felt betrayed 😔

[dietcokegirly12]

your two part fic with jouno x tecchou x reader is so good!! idk about everyone else but i LOVE your jouno and tecchou stuff and will eagerly consume whatever you write for them 🙏🙏 part 3 where reader watches suegiku do stuff together when… jk… unless😋

anyways tysm for posting them!! you are such a good writer!! have a good day!! :)

“Sharing is Caring”

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art cred: akinekrofill

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synopsis: jouno teaches tecchou how to give head???

a/n: they r boy kissers!! also goblinfae, i love you sm for this req, pls take my hand in marriage (˶ ˘ ³˘) this suegiku series is my lifeline and i'm so happy you guys want me to continue it!! also this is for the anon who requested pt3 as well!

word count: 1.1k

tags: oral (m!recieving), threesome, handjob, masturbation, edging, teasing, needy!tecchou, mean!jouno

pt.1 and pt.2 ♡

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" jouno simply chuckles, grabbing tecchou's head again to push him, only this time between his legs. "hmm.. you still could use some more oral practice, wouldn't you say?" "

you gasp, watching as your boyfriend shoves tecchou down, instinctively reaching for him, but it's too late, tecchou's mouth already open and colliding messily with jouno's twitching cock.

tecchou stiffens, while jouno's head flops back with a groan, eyebrows scrunching together tightly, hips already thrusting deeper into the other's awaiting mouth.

"t-tecchou are you..." you start uncertainly, not sure if you should interfere, but after taking one glance at him and seeing his eager mouth already trying to force down more of jouno’s long inches, you decide not to.

"fuck, tecchou! didn't realize this mouth was useful for something other t-than talking!" jouno's chest heaves up and down, as his hands come down to tangle in his mussed, brown locks, pushing his hips further into his hot, wet mouth.

tecchou practically whines, as jouno stuffs him full of his cock, drool already seeping out of the corners of his lips.

and you can't do anything but watch, lip pulled between your teeth as you press your thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the persistent throbbing starting between them.

"yeah yeahhh, jus' like that.." jouno sets a sloppy, punishing pace, the lewd, wet pop! sounds of tecchou's pink lips sliding him in and out the only sound aside from the occasional grunt or moan.

with jouno's slender hips pistoning in and out, he began to get rough with poor tecchou, shoving his face further and further down, until with every thrust he was gagging viciously, unused to jouno's sheer length.

"s'big riiight?" jouno mocks, lips pulled up in a sneer.

"jouno, don't be mean." you pout from your spot on the bed, feeling left out as you watch.

he simply leers down at the man below. "what, sweetheart, you think he should get a reward? for sucking my cock without complaint?"

you nod eagerly. "yes, yes, jouno. please?"

he sighs, giving in with exasperation, as his slender hand reaches down to grip tecchou's prominent, curved cock, hard and throbbing with need. "anything for my pretty girlfrien'.."

and with that, he runs his thumb lightly over a vein on tecchou's girth, causing him to gasp, eyes squeezing shut tightly.

"keep sucking, pretty boy." he instructs, beginning to give his length a few solid strokes as encouragement, tecchou's mouth immediately swirling around jouno with renewed vigor.

the pulsing between your legs intensifies until it's all you can feel, your slick dripping down your thighs to pool between you, eyes glued to the men in front of you.

jouno's hips languidly thrust in and out of tecchou's mouth, while he huffs for breath, grinding and rutting against the other's hand desperately.

"be a good boy, 'chou, don't cum too early." jouno instructs, his own voice getting breathier from the stimulation.

and that sets you over the edge, unable to stop yourself any longer. your hand comes between your plush thighs to circle your sopping wet cunt, watching the two men in front of you as you dip a finger into your pussy, curling it upward.

tecchou whimpers, face flushing as he nuzzles closer into jouno's shaft, and you can tell he's close to cumming.

and as his whines get higher, breath hitching and hips jerking forward into jouno's expertly moving hand.. he stops.

tecchou shudders, eyes rolling back, as his hips stutter, stunned from the loss of pleasure. “f-fuck, jounooo…” he whines out, cheeks pink.

“not yet..” he coos. “not till my doll over there gets herself worked up enough to cum with us.”

tecchou’s head turns, and you blush with the two men’s attention on you, your hand stilling at being caught.

“ah ah, don’t get shy now.” jouno chuckles, his head tilting. “or else tecchou’s never gonna get to cum.” he teasingly slides his thumb along tecchou’s desperately leaking slit for emphasis.

tecchou whimpers at that, looking at you pleadingly. “f-fuck. pleaseee, need it s’bad.”

gulping, you obediently slide your hand back between your legs, rubbing your puffy clit and tilting your head back with pleasure, acutely aware of the two men in front of you.

and as you increase your pace, plunging a finger into your sopping cunt, lewd squelching sounds ensuing, you glance up with half-lidded eyes to see tecchou staring, his breathing heavy, and cock seeming to swell under your gaze.

this does not go unnoticed by jouno, his heightened senses allowing practically nothing to get by him, as he pumps tecchou’s length more languorously, tightening his fist around him. “she’s hot, huh?”

he grunts in response, hips thrusting sloppily, unable to tear his eyes away from you as you spread your legs further tantalizingly, moaning louder for emphasis.

“don’t be a tease, baby.. tecchou wants to cum, hm?”

you rock against your hand, watching as jouno’s hips start a brutal pace into tecchou’s open mouth, tongue lolling out as his balls slap against his chin, drool and precum pooling down his chin messily.

as you feel your stomach stiffening into tight knots that signifies the end of your release, you look over to see jouno gasping softly, tecchou’s weeping cock spurting more glossy pre-cum, the sheen of it coating jouno’s flicking wrist.

“you guys close?” you taunt, slowing your hand slightly, hips jolting forward.

jouno’s eyebrows twitch as he turns his head in your direction. “you better not be teasing, sweetheart.” his voice is a dangerous rasp, one that sends a jolt through you, pussy just throbbing from his tone.

“maybe i am…” you lift your chin defiantly, a small thrill running through you.

jouno’s voice turns breathier, and you can practically feel how close to tipping over the edge he is, his control hanging on by a thread. “darling don’t make me.. hah.. tecchou! fuck fuck fuck!”

and tecchou can’t hold back any longer, a small whimper being his only warning as he shudders and twitches with pleasure, warm, thick seed gushing out of his flushed cock, absolutely covering jouno’s hand.

and then jouno’s cumming too.

with a low groan, his hips jerk forward into tecchou’s open mouth, a choked noise coming from him as pulses of ribbony white spurt out, seemingly endless in its entirety.

“yeah.. yeahh.. take it all.” jouno’s head flops back, sweaty locks of maroon tipped hair stuck to his forehead.

ever the obedient puppy, tecchou does, swallowing as much as he can, creamy white dribbling down the sides of his mouth.

jouno hums, pleased before bending to reward him with a wet, messy kiss, unapologetic in his intensity as he licks all the cum coating tecchou’s lips eagerly.

you watch, hot and flushed all over, feeling your own orgasm nearing closer and closer and..

someone’s hand clamps tightly over your wrist, stopping you.

jouno.

“don’t think we forgot about you, doll.”

[buck2eddie]

just gonna post both of them oh well 🫡

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Pretty like poetry ◦ l.f

-felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 2681

Genre ◦ Fluff with i think some hurt and comfort low on the hurt heavy on the comfort

Warnings ◦ Felix being kinda dramatic, he's also really insecure(felt), Weird dialogue (I wrote this half alseep please bare with me, babes), honestly there's nothing in here but some cute hurt and comfort where you spend the night at his house and you catch him barefaced🤷, spelling errors and shitty punctuation (you're on my page what's new).

A/N ◦ to all the people that say felix's freckles are like stars I promise I'm not targeting you guys I'm just yapping and that's what my brain came up with please don't like come at me 😭🙏 this is just a silly little fic I wrote to try to practice my "poetry" skills idk what half of this is but hey what can you do 🤷 also I really fuck with the mood board on this REMBER IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME I GET REALLY INSECURE ABOUT MY WRITING okay enough yapping for one night hope you enjoy pretty <3

Your relationship with Felix was still budding like a freshly planted flower, waiting for the petals to unfurl. You liked Felix. You really, really liked Felix, but there were still a few things you hadn't done with him yet, like bake brownies, sit under the stars while you secretly stared at him instead of the sky, shared an ice cream cone under the hot summer sun, but spending the night at his house was long past due, especially after the 4-hour movie night filled with giggles, kisses, and popcorn being thrown all over the place, your throat was still sore from the amount of laughing you two were partaking in. He made you feel safe, happy, loved, and that's all that matters right now, that, and when he shyly offered for you to spend the night, how could you refuse, with his red ears and fidgeting fingers making you just want to fold him up and stuff him in your pocket, never letting the gross evil world dull his sparkle.

You rub the towel over your hair before hanging it back up on the rack and walking out into the bedroom, fresh from your shower. You smirk, noticing the way his eyes widen, scraping over your body, adorned with the baggy clothes he lent you.

He isn't getting these back.

You flop onto the bed, bouncing into his arms.

"Hi darling," he beams, looking down at you with sparkling eyes and, well, sparkling cheeks too. You squint, wondering if what you were suspecting was true. As he tilts his face away from yours, you notice it in the glint of the light.

He still has his makeup on.

You furrow your brows. "Are you going to take your makeup off?" You ask, words feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Oh," his eyes linger away from yours. "No, I'm too tired," he smiles, but it's weak, fitting weird on his mouth. Concern worms its way into your bones.

“You shouldn't leave makeup on your face overnight, Felix; it can hurt your skin,” you say, carefully grazing a finger over his smooth cheek. He grabs your wrist gingerly, watching you with wide, glittering eyes.

“I just want to hold you right now. Can I do that?" You stare at him cautiously, debating whether you should press the issue further. “Please,” he whispers. You can tell in the soft hues of his irises; he's begging you to drop it, so you do, reluctantly, of course.

“Fine,” you sigh, your eyelids drooping as you pull the covers over your shoulders, shimming into the mattress to get comfortable. His muscular arm wraps around your waist, dragging you into his warm chest.

“Don't be mad, please,” he mumbles, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head. You turn over to face him, your brows turned in worry.

"I'm not mad, I promise Lix, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Trust me, darling, I'm anything but uncomfortable, especially with my beautiful girlfriend lying in the same bed as me.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His deep voice makes your cheeks flare with heat, flustered beyond what should be scientifically possible.

“Will you stop trying to rizz me up and go to bed?" You shriek into his shirt, he chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Rizz is an interesting word to use; I like that, actually."

"Turn the light off." You whine, pulling the cloth over your eyes.

"Flustered, baby?" He teases.

Oh, it's on.

He wants to battle; he's getting the whole war.

You don't know what came over you as you snaked your hand under the hem of his tee shirt, running your fingers across the hard ridges of his abs. His breath hitches in his throat. You tilt your chin up, resting it on his chest.

“Flustered, baby?” Your tone is smooth and sultry, his eyes are screwed up, lip curled into his teeth.

“Baby,” he chokes as you slip your hand higher.

"You sure you don't wanna turn off that light?"

"Yep, yes, on that r-right now," he stutters, scrambling to turn off the lights, especially as heat crawls up his ears, flushing across his cheeks. You giggle as the room spills into darkness, butterflies filling your stomach when he pulls your head back on his chest.

"You know, I'm surprised I still have a neck with the amount of whiplash you just gave me. I mean, there you were, all red cheeks and all of a sudden boom! Fingers, abs, and me, red cheeks," he rambles, squeezing you closer. "Your duality is truly insane."

You chuckle, loving the way his body engulfs you, pulling you under the waves of warmth and slumber. Silence creeps between the two of you until-

“Thank you for staying,” He whispers.

"Always.” You manage to utter right before-

You

D r o w n.

You don't remember when you woke up or what got you to the bathroom; you just know you're there, and with the need to pee becoming pretty overwhelming without thinking, you go to turn the knob.

"Wait," Felix screeches, slamming his body against the door.

 “Fuck Felix” You jump back, your heart practically hopping out of your chest. You gasp, holding yourself onto the door frame. If you were even a little bit sleepy then, you are wide the fuck awake now, your heart still thumping wildly in your ribcage.

“I need to pee. Can I come in?”

“No! Don't come in here, please!” He begs.

“Why? Felix, you only have one bathroom; if we aren’t close enough to use the bathroom in front of each other, that's fine. I just really need to pee. Now, can I please come in?”

He stops, waits for a few moments.

“You can’t turn on the light, and you have to shut your eyes."

“Felix, what?” You ask, exasperated, almost ready to just open the door and make him explain why he's tripping balls over something so trivial as using the bathroom. “What's really going on?” You're met with silence before a small whisper lingers from behind the wood. You could almost see it, his insecure frame curled into itself.

"I'm barefaced." Your gaze softens

"Felix,” you chuckle, “do you really think I care about something like that, especially at this time of night I can barely see my toes, let alone you, please?” You beg, your voice airy and light trying to dull is anxiety for the sake of your bladder and his dignity. “I'm coming in.” You turn the knob, but its quickly met with the door locking.

"No, stop it, y/n, I'm serious."

"What's the matter with you?" You huff, annoyance creeping into your veins, no matter how hard you push it back.

"I'm not ready to show you what I look like without makeup yet, okay!" He snaps, aggravated over something that seems so trivial to you. He should know you would never care about something as shallow as his bareface. He's gorgeous, with or without makeup. You know that, apparently, he doesn't.

"Felix," You sigh, your voice Is laced with sympathy, hoping to coax him out of this insecure rut he has himself in.

"Please," You lean your head on the door. Sometimes you wish you could serve him your heart on a silver platter—show him that it will only ever beat for him. Then, maybe, it would be enough to prove that no matter what he looks like under all those layers of foundation, it will never be enough to cut the little red string that ties your souls together.

The gears of the lock click under your hand.

"Okay, ground rules, before you can come in-"

You groan, banging your forehead on the frame.

"Felix," you whine, "I'm not kidding, I really need to pee."

"Y/n please," he whimpers, a desperate tilt in his voice, you can almost taste the anxiety in his tone, you cave, your heart cracking in two.

"Okay… You can't laugh at me-" You scoff, folding your arms in front of your chest defensively.

"You know I would never do that I-"

"See that's the thing! No, I don't, okay, I don't, so it's taking everything in me to open this door, so, please," his voice cracks slightly, "just let me say my piece... no laughing, no comments," he stops for a second as though he's thinking up another bullet to add to the list. "O-Okay, I think that's all," he says, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. You hear footsteps moving away from the door.

"Is it safe to come in?" You ask.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, anxiously. You pull the door open carefully, easing your way into the threshold, acting like you're walking into an active warzone. As soon as you reach the edge of the door, a hand covers your eyes.

He doesn't know why he did it; in a nervous fit of insecurity, he slapped his palm over your face.

"Felix," you yelp, "what the hell!"

"I-Im sorry, I-I just-" He feels so stupid—so pathetic—wondering why hes acting so childish about something as simple his bare face.

"Felix, can you take your hand off my eyes." He knows you don't mean it mockingly, but the way you tilt your words like you're talking to a rabid dog or an anxious toddler, makes embarrassment rip in the pit of his stomach.

"Fine," he mumbles taking his hand off your face, "J-Just remember! No laughing and no comments, o-okay, promise me!"

"I promise." You mutter as your lashes flutter open.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, eyes darting to the floor. The last fraying string of courage he's desperately grasping at is enough for his feet to stick to the floor, but definitely not enough for him to look into your eyes. Heat crawls up his cheeks under your gaze, curling into himself—he feels so foolish like this—anxiety flooding his stomach, making his hands shake behind his back, something so minuscule, and yet he's having such a physical reaction.

You assess him, taking him all in, and as your lingering gaze stays on his face for a few seconds too long, he wants to die, fold himself up a million times. Just enough so you wouldn't look at him like that, just so he could ease the burning sense of vulnerability that rages underneath his skin.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Why aren't you saying anything?

He really wishes he didn't make that no-comment rule because now you're here, and you're looking at him, and you're perfect, and you're not saying anything.

You raise a finger to graze the freckle, which just rests underneath the fragile skin of his eye. His breath hitches, flinching away from your touch.

"Your beautiful, Felix." you gasp, voice filled with sincerity.

what?

 The earth tilts on its axis as he stares at you like you're the biggest dummy on the whole planet.

"Really?" his voice trembles with the weight of his vulnerability. It shouldn't be this big of a deal; one simple Google search and you'd be flooded with images of a barefaced Felix, but seeing it in person seemed more real, more raw. It's easy to be vulnerable behind a screen of faceless, screaming fans, but when it's you, it's different. No matter how much your eyes fill with admiration, his thick skull can't seem to sink it in, the weight of his insecurity blocking all contact with the truth. 

For years, he was told that his freckles were blemishes—that his skin needed to be flawless, a pristine, perfect white; Grade school, trainie camp, JYP studios, every fan-sign, photoshoot, concert, and music video. It felt like everywhere he looked, he was being judged, but getting it from you would feel like a paper cut turned bullet wound. 

"Your pretty Felix, but, b-but-" You search for the words, but they can't seem to come to you, an unfathomable emotion sinking into your soul.

"B-But, but what?" he stammers, nervously wrapping trembling fingers around your wrist to pull your hand away.

"I don't know how to describe it" you whisper, brows scrunched in such a deep concentration it makes him sink into himself, wishing you weren't looking at him so hard, like he was a puzzle you were trying to solve. Time seems to blur between the two of you; nothing else mattering, but the beating of your heart and the words you are trying to weave together in an attempt to make a metaphor viable enough to suit what you are trying to express, but you always came up short—sentences seeming superficial, inept, under your careful consideration.

You always knew he had freckles, the way they would shine underneath thick layers of foundation when the sun hit his face just right; they had always reminded you of stars, but stars felt overused, worn out.

Stars died.

Stars faded.

Stars were a million miles away.

Stars were something physical, but what he made you feel wasn't physical, it was spiritual, it touched you unto the deepest depths of your soul, only a feeling some form of art could invoke. His freckles were unique, his freckles were little promises on the skin, little angel kisses.

He was pretty like poetry, cause poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect; it was supppsed to make you feel something.

"W-What?" he whispers, eyes shining with a deep form of admiration—pure joy dancing on his features like a weight had been lifted from his chest, and he could finally breathe again.

"Did I say that out loud?" you chuckle, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, bashful about your cheesy insights. Your lips must have loosened when you searched too deep in your head, "S-Sorry," you stutter, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for making such a statement.

You're pretty like poetry, what the hell does that even mean? You turn your head to dig it into his shoulder, groaning into his skin and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you for that." He whimpers, voice crackling with emotion as his lips linger on the top of your head. You don't realize he's crying until you feel water dripping on your hair, you reel your head back surprised.

"Oh my gosh, Felix!" you cup his face to wipe his tears; it was as though a button was switched in your brain to go into full comfort mode.

"I'm so sorry if what I said hurt you, I didn't mean-" you begin, your heart crumbling into a million little pieces in your chest, knowing that the words you threw around so carelessly hurt him. He interrupts you, softly holding your wrists in his hands.

"They're happy tears, I promise." He sniffles, wiping his cheeks with the back of his arm, "T-Thats just the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" he hiccups.

"Maybe that's because everybody was too enamored with your beauty to know what to say?" He lightheartedly shoves your face away, pulling a giggle out of you. "If you don't shut up, you might just make me fall for you." You snake your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his, "and what if I want you too?" you whisper, sparks crackling between the two of you, "what if I already have?" you beam, finally pressing your lips to his.

Fiction always used to tell you that a true loves first kiss was all fireworks and electricity, but even fairy tales forgot to mention, when your lips lock for the first time it isn't just the fire that ignites your soul, no, it's the overwhelming feeling that you could be separated by raging seas, roaring oceans, stretches of time, lumps of land, you could be placed on different planets divided by spills of stars surrounding the milky way galaxy, and he would still find a way to love you. It was cheesy, yes, but it was Felix, and with Felix, everything felt like poetry, because poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect it was supposed to make you feel something.

[asherraccoon]

Time of the month- Radioapple oneshot

(Some trans Luci for the soul 🙏)

Lucifer clutched his heated duck plush close, holding it on his lower abdomen. He felt like shit. He groaned as he sat up in bed and reached for his phone. He checked his texts and was a little surprised to see Charlie had texted him.

CharChar: Hi dad! You've been in your room for a while and I was wondering if you were going to come down for today's activity.

Lucifer felt bad. He if he wasn't in so much pain and didn't feel like absolute shit, then he would have loved to spend time with his daughter today. Unfortunately, he couldn't even muster up the energy to get out of bed. He was about to text Charlie back when he heard a knock on the door.

“Your majesty! Charlie has sent me to fetch you!” 

Alastor. Lucifer grumbled and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head before flopping back down on the bed. He didn't want to be bugged today. “Go away,” Lucifer said. 

“I'm afraid I can't do that. Charlie is requesting your presence,” Alastor replied, knocking on the door once more.

“Tell her I'm sick or something!” Lucifer spat. He hugged his plush tighter, frustrated that Alastor wouldn't leave him alone.

Alastor ignored Lucifer and opened the door, much to Lucifer's annoyance. 

Lucifer grabbed a rubber duck from his bedside table and threw it at Alastor. “Fuck off!” 

Alastor blinked as the duck hit his face. He kicked it aside when it hit the floor before approaching Lucifer. “My my my! His majesty looks like an absolute mess! Is that any way for a king to present?” The deer demon teased. 

Lucifer growled at him. “I'm serious Alastor. I want to be left alone right now,” he said, forcing himself to sit up. He held his heated plush on his lap against his abdomen. “Please,” 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at the plush before taking it from Lucifer's grasp. “How peculiar,”

“HEY!” Lucifer tried to reach for it, but Alastor held it just out of reach. “Give that back!” 

“And why is it so warm? Have you just been holding it for that long?” Alastor asked. He was amused by Lucifer's annoyance and anger.

Lucifer growled. “No, you fuck, it's supposed to be warm,” Lucifer made a futile attempt to get the plush back, but he was so low on energy that he just gave up instead and lay down on the bed. “It makes me feel better,” he said, hugging himself and curling in on himself. 

“Why do you need to feel better? Are you truly sick?” Alastor tilted his head.

Lucifer huffed and blushed from embarrassment. “No, I'm-” He sighed. He didn't want to admit this but Alastor wasn't leaving him alone. “I'm on my time of the month,” he mumbled.

Alastor tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, confused.

“My period, dumbass,” he growled.

Alastor took a moment to process what Lucifer said. He opened his mouth but closed it again. His ears twitched. “I'm sorry, your what now?” 

“Do you not know what a fucking period is?” Lucifer asked in annoyance.

“No- I know what it is I just-” he scanned Lucifer's body. “How..?” He dropped the plush on the bed.

Lucifer quickly took the duck plush and hugged it. “I'm trans,” 

“Trans..?” 

“Oh, right, you're from the 1920s,” Lucifer sighed. “Transgender. I don't identify as my birth sex,” Lucifer said. 

Alastor took a moment to process. “What?” 

“I was born female,” Lucifer said.

“Oh- OH!” Alastor blinked a few times. “You-” he tried to think of something to say. “I think Rosie told me about this,” 

“Rosie?” 

“Cannibal overload and my dearest friend,” Alastor clarified. “So, you were originally a female… but now you are male?” Alastor asked.

“Y'know, that's a good enough explanation,” Lucifer shrugged. He didn't feel like explaining the whole transgender thing to Alastor. He groaned and squeezed his plush.

“Pain?” Alastor asked. 

“Yep,” Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breath. He opened his eyes and looked up at Alastor. “Can you get pain medication for me?” He asked.

Alastor pulled a bottle out of his coat pocket and handed it to Lucifer. “I carry pain medication on me. I have headaches often and my girls get cramps pretty badly,” 

Lucifer was a little surprised to learn this. He sat up and took the pill bottle from Alastor. He took two from the bottle and swallowed them. He closed the bottle and handed it back to Alastor, who put it back in his pocket. 

“It should kick in in about 15 minutes,” Alastor told him.

“Thanks. I should tell Charlie I can't come down today,” Lucifer reached for his phone. 

“No need. I can alert her,” Alastor offered. 

“This is faster,” Lucifer protested as he started texting Charlie.

Hey, sorry. I can't today. I'm cramping up real bad :(

CharChar: Awww that sucks! I hope you feel better soon!! <3

Lucifer smiled softly at Charlie's response. He set his phone aside and looked at Alastor. “Why are you still here?” 

Alastor's ear flicked. “Uhm,” his eyes darted around the room. “Is… Is there anything I can do.. For you?” 

“You can leave,” Lucifer said. “Like I told you to in the first place,” 

“Are- Are you sure..?” Alastor didn't feel right just leaving Lucifer alone when he was in so much pain and discomfort. 

“Yes. I don't need help. I deal with this every month,” Lucifer grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Alastor. He pulled his blankets up to his face, hiding under them. “Now go,” 

Alastor's ears lowered. “I can get you anything you need-”

“What I need right now is to be left alone and not be bothered,” he huffed, poking his head out of the blankets. “Just leave me be,” 

Alastor let out a small sigh and nodded. “As you wish,” he turned to the door and left. He closed the door behind him.  And leaned back against it. So Lucifer wanted to be left alone. Fine. He'd stand outside Lucifer's room and make sure nobody came to bother his majesty. 

[chaotic-toasters]

Dumb Ref

Kate Martin x Reader (I write soccer fics... don't come at me if it sucks please🙏)

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"REF!" you yelled, tossing your hands up from your spot on the ground. "ARE YOU GONNA CALL THE FOUL OR NAH?"

The ref turned her head back in annoyance as play continued on. "Just because you keep falling over doesn't mean it's a foul, Y/L/N!"

A growl rumbled in the back of your throat. You shot to your feet, smacking the ball away as it left the LSU player's hand. "RAAHHH!"

You chucked the ball to Caitlin who made an easy layup, rolling your eyes at the way the Iowa bench was unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter.

As you ran back, the player you were defending mistakenly stuck out her foot ever-so-slightly, and, to your aggravation, you tripped.

"REEEEEF!" you yelled, practically shattering everyone's eardrums to the point all the courtside microphones picked it up. "SHE FLIPPIN' TRIPPED ME! CALL THE FOUL, GODDAMNIT!"

The ref blew her whistle, glaring at you before touching her right hand to her right shoulder and letting her arm fall to her side.

Your jaw dropped as you scrambled to your feet. "HOW IS THAT A FLOP?! ARE YOU DUMB?"

You were tackled to the floor before you could even take a step. "SYDNEY! GET OFFA ME YOU FU—"

A hand was slapped over your mouth.

"Don't!" Kate scolded, your girlfriend's hand remaining strong. "Don't say it."

Sydney only let you up once you stopped squirming, a look of utter annoyance on your face. "I hate all of you. Literally every single one of you."

As play started up again, you became more aggressive, throwing more shoulder into it than you had earlier on in the game, getting more steals, blocking more shots. And of course, that was when the ref started paying attention.

You had slightly knocked Angel Reese with your shoulder, successfully stealing the ball after a double team with Caitlin, when the ref had decided she didn't like that and blown the whistle.

You backflipped, chucking the ball to Narnia, fists clenched as you stalked over to the dumb woman wearing black and white stripes. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M— YOU CAN'T EJECT ME FOR THAT YOU BI—" you stopped short when you spotted Kate giving you the I'm-not-mad,-just-disappointed girlfriend look. "YOU BIIIIII... you biii... YOU BIRD! THIS IS ONLY MY FOURTH PERSONAL! LEARN TO COUNT!"

You could hear Coach Bluder facepalm behind you.

"No," the ref scoffed. "One on Reese in the first quarter, one on Johnson in the second, and two on Poa and another one on Reese this quarter."

"Yeah! That's four!" You snapped, counting on your fingers. "Reese, Johnson, Poa, Ree—"

You stopped short. "Reese, Reese, Johnson, Poa, Poa—wait—"

Kate held in a laugh, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you gently off the court since you were still busy trying to count. "Come on, baby, off you go."

You blinked rapidly as Coach Bluder took Kate's place, guiding you to the bench with an amused but equally unamused sigh. "Sit down, Y/N."

As soon as she returned to her previous spot on the sidelines, you snapped out of it. "Dumb ref!"

Her head snapped back like a slingshot. "What did you say?"

You jumped to your feet, ready to deck her, only for Molly to deck you, lightly but effectively kicking you in the back of the knee with her foot. You practically crumpled, nearly hitting your head on the back of your seat had it not been for one of your other teammates sticking their hand out. "Ow!"

"Sit your ass down," Molly scolded. "Stop antagonizing her!"

"She's antagonizing me!" You whined, holding the back of your knee as you hauled yourself up onto your chair. "She's the one being a—"

"HEY!" Kate shouted from half court, hands in her hips as LSU prepared to dribble down the court. "NOT ANOTHER WORD, MISSY, OR YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN DINNER FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"

You jolted, sitting up ramrod straight, frantically shaking your head at the threat.

Kylie snorted. "Really? That's all it took for you to shut up? Your girlfriend yelling at you?"

You scowled, but said nothing.

"You're so whipped."

"I am not whipped!" You screeched, shoving her off her seat before standing on yours and preparing to perform an elbow drop.

"HEY! STOP THAT!" Kate's voice was so commanding that everybody on the court froze momentarily. "KYLIE! Y/N! BEHAVE!"

You both scrambled to return to your seats, staring straight ahead with matching looks of terror on your faces.

Kate shook her head as everyone on the court snapped back into action. "LITERAL CHILDREN!"

You stuck out your tongue.

"SEE?"

I should stick to soccer fics