#anon req is next up i promise

[femdomdiaries]

Sess if reader had a Mommy Kink

Was intended to be submissive Sess but it turned out to be more F!reader x Switch!Sess.

Warning: breeding kink

You observed as a breeze rolled through the grove, shaking petals from the branches of the tree you were resting under. They fluttered down and scattered, landing amongst the long silver locks of your boyfriend, whose hair you'd been absentmindedly running your hand through. Carefully, you began picking them out, one at a time. He stirred beneath you, having felt the sudden stop of your ministrations. Seeing him waking, you decided to take the opportunity to ask him something that had been on your mind.

"Sess."

He opened his eyes slightly, golden gaze meeting your querying expression. You debated for a moment whether or not you really wanted to bother him with something so trivial, then decided to just go for it. "Can you call me mommy?"

He blinked as he processed your question, head tilting in confusion. "You wish for me to address you… as my mother?"

"Not as your mother," you clarified, "as Mommy."

The confusion did not leave his face. He sat up, the remaining petals falling from his locks as he turned to look at you. Even while sitting, he managed to tower over you. "Why would I do that? You are not my parental figure."

You sighed, realizing that you might end up having to explain kink psychology to an ancient demon lord. You tried for the watered-down version. "It's just a term of endearment. Mostly. It's very popular where I'm from."

"To call your mate—" here, he tested the word on his tongue, "—'Mommy'?"

"Yeah. Or, y'know. Daddy for guys and uh, girls who like that."

"I see. And how would you find benefit in me using such a term?"

Straight to the point. You felt your face grow warm, recognizing that this could go south if he found humor in your confession. Your eyes darted anywhere but his. "Honestly? I think it’d be pretty fucking hot.”

He was silent for a moment. When he finally responded, he didn’t tease, but instead reached out to stroke your cheek. When you met his eyes, he replied, "If you desire to be a mother so badly, then I shall make you one."

And then you were flat on your back.

[broh3m3]

https://twitter.com/GameIdentityV/status/1676742756910129152 The anniversary piece is out! I keep typing and deleting things I want to say (it’s been 3 hours 🧍‍♀️), but from the bottom of my heart thank you so much for the love and support throughout the years, especially in drawing for IDV. I don’t think this would have been possible without it.

[rafesangelita]

hi! idk if you’re doing req rn but when you can, can u write something where bambi!reader is showing rafe a cutsie video she found, and he’s just so nonchalant and js doesn’t give a damn lol. she’s kinda hurt, but he just overlooks it and instead bribes her to get sexual with him

warnings: mean!rafe, slight manipulation, teasing, flirty banter, groping, knee riding (lol idk if this is even a thing?), hand job (?), dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, pull out method

a/n: this has been in my req’s foreverrrr anon i’m sorry!! i’ll be answering some more reqs soon <3

“aww, look at this!” you all but melted at the sight of two deers cuddling up to each other in a video on your phone, a pout gracing your lips as rafe completely ignored the illuminated screen in his face. “watch out,” he grumbled, nudging you away, “you clearly see me trying to do something.” you fell back against your pillows with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you tossed the device haphazardly where he was sitting.

he laughed bitterly, not sparing you a single glance as you got under the covers. “toss something else, ‘see what happens—” one of your plushies met the back of his head before he could finish getting his sentence out, the action making him pause what he was doing. rafe immediately knew that he hurt your feelings when you acted out like that. turning around, rafe rolled his eyes when he saw that you had your back turned to him. “i’ll call you back later, ‘top.”

you felt the bed dip behind you, the heat of rafe’s body finding your backside. “you gonna ignore me now?” rafe pulled you against him by your sleep shorts, his lips skimming the shell of your ear as he spoke. damn him. you were refraining from smiling when you felt his mouth on your neck. “you know it makes me sad when you do that..” you whispered, pretending to push him away before he pinned your wrists to your chest. “what? when i don’t want to watch your stupid videos?”

“they aren’t stupid!” you turned around in his hold, “i always watch the stuff you send me..” rafe inserted a knee between your thighs, your breath hitching in your throat when he pressed into your neediest parts. “yeah, i know,” his voice dropped, “i shouldn’t be so mean to you, huh?” you shook your head, your lips parting as rafe took your hand in his. “no..” your voice came out shaky once he brought your palm to his cock.

“if you make me feel good i’ll watch whatever dumb videos you want me to.” he whispered against your lips, a groan rumbling from his chest when he started guiding your hand to stroke him. he continued pressing into your cunt, your lashes fluttering closed at the sensation. rafe knew he had you right where he wanted you whenever your hips started moving on their own accord. “y-you promise?” you whimpered, already giving into his ministrations once he let go of the hand you had wrapped around his cock.

he kissed you, your cheeks heating once you felt the lewd touch of his tongue in your month. “mhmm,” he hummed, “but you gotta give me what i want first.” your hands came up to run over his bare chest, your nails digging into his skin as he removed the knee he had between your thighs. rolling on top of you, rafe was quick to rid you of your flimsy dollette top, tonguing his cheek at the sight of your tits. “fuck, bambi, you’re so pretty,” he groped your chest, his bruising grip making you gasp.

“might’ just fuck these tits next time you throw one of your stuffed animals at me.” your bottoms were next to go, the man above you wasting no time in cupping your soaked cunt. rafe forced your thighs open, pressing a large palm against your lower tummy as he took himself out of his boxers. “gonna use you like the fucking cocksleeve you are.” he swatted your hands away before thrusting into you, a surprised squeak escaping your lips before he thumbed at your clit.

instinctively, your thighs shut around his waist, the size difference between you two making your legs tremble. rafe was ruthless when he had you like this; under his mercy and pliant with everything he wanted to do to you. he fucked into you as if you were the one who owed him something instead of the other way around. you were hiccuping, struggling to take every inch of him while every thrust of his had you scooting further up onto your bed.

you didn’t bother protesting against him since each time it only made him go harder. feeling him kiss your cervix hurt so good, you couldn’t help but cry out in both pleasure and pain, your eyes screwing shut as you reveled in being filled to the hilt. “doing so fucking good,” he shuddered, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, “you could let go, baby.” rafe could tell by the way your eyebrows knitted together that your high was just in arms reach, your walls fluttering around his cock as you let out a sob against his chest.

clinging onto him for dear life, rafe shushed you as he continued rubbing hard circles into your clit until you had tears rolling down your cheeks. “no more, no more, no more—” you were tapping out against his forearm, your bottom lip pulled harshly between your teeth. rafe smiled, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “hurts..” you whined, pushing against his toned stomach. “yeah? that’s the fucking point.” he grunted, picking up his pace before clamping a hand over your mouth.

you laid there helplessly, your heels digging into his back as he fucked you into overstimulation, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first. rafe groaned as you squeezed him with a death grip, your back arching off of the sheets as he continued stroking that soft spot inside you that made you jolt out of your body. “can’t— i mean it rafe!” your boyfriend cursed under his breath, pulling out of you with a hiss as he continued stroking himself over your tummy.

holding his weight up with one hand, you watched with hazy vision as he finished, his hips stuttering as he painted your skin with hot ropes of his cum. by the time he cleaned you up and was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you two were under the covers with heavy eyelids as he trailed kisses wherever he could.

so much for watching your ‘stupid’ videos when you two could barely stay awake..

[mattrempeswife]

FOR EVERYONE TO SEE

req: yes | anon: maybe launching his gf of years at the family skate for the stadium series but she's extremely private?

pair: luke hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship, slice of life.

warnings: anxiety around public attention, some light language, extreme fluff, luke being a soft and proud boyfriend.

summary: after years of keeping your relationship private, luke is ready to show the world who holds his heart. when he invites you to join him at the stadium series family skate, you’re terrified of the spotlight but luke promises to keep you grounded. one public moment. one gentle push. one hand to hold, for everyone to see.

“You’re being weird.”

Luke turned toward you, his expression blank but guilty. Definitely guilty.

“I’m not being weird.”

You raised a brow from across the room, tossing your phone onto the bed.

“You’re pacing.”

“I’m just… walking.”

“You’re pacing and chewing on your thumb like you do when you’re nervous. What are you hiding?”

Luke paused mid-step and sighed.

“Okay. Don’t freak out.”

You immediately sat up straighter.

“Why would I freak out?”

“Because…”

He rubbed the back of his neck, that adorable little sheepish grin starting to creep onto his face.

“I told the team you were coming to the family skate tomorrow.”

You blinked. “You what?”

“I just—” He held up his hands.

“I miss you, babe. You’ve been back home, I’ve been traveling. I want you there. Everyone else is bringing their families, and my family will be there too. And I thought… you could finally come.”

You stared at him, your brain stuttering like a buffering screen.

“Luke. We’ve kept our relationship private for years.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t even soft-launch me.”

Luke winced.

“I was gonna! I swear. But then this happened and I…”

He exhaled hard, voice softening.

“I want you there. I want to skate with you. I want to post a dumb blurry photo and watch the internet lose its mind. I want people to know you’re mine.”

You went quiet.

Luke took a cautious step closer.

“But if you don’t want to do it… I won’t be mad. You know that, right?”

He meant it. Every word.

That’s the thing about Luke. He never forced. Never pressured. He loved you in a quiet, respectful way. In soft touches. In patient silences. In understanding.

But now he wanted to love you a little louder.

And despite the anxiety clawing at your chest, the thought of holding his hand in public, of letting people see how much he adored you it kind of made your heart swell.

You sighed. “I’m going to vomit the entire morning, you know that, right?”

Luke broke into a grin, practically beaming.

“I’ll hold your hair back.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“But cute,” he said, stepping in to kiss your cheek.

“So, so cute.”

The next morning was chaos.

Kids screaming.

Players goofing off.

Families bundled in coats and jerseys.

Cameras flashing. Fans watching from the stands. It felt like a behind-the-scenes movie set and you were suddenly the accidental lead.

You clutched Luke’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring you, and to be fair, it was.

“Breathe,” he whispered as you stepped onto the ice.

“You’re doing great.”

You gave him a look.

“I’m standing still.”

“You’re standing still so hot, though.”

You laughed nervously, but still. And then Luke pulled you further onto the rink, hand steady, grip firm.

The cold bit at your nose, but Luke’s hand was warm. His smile warmer.

The first few photographers didn’t even register. You kept your eyes on Luke, clinging to his every word, pretending the world around you didn’t exist. He spun you gently in a circle, gliding with ease, his grip never faltering.

“You know,”

He murmured, leaning in so only you could hear,

“I’ve pictured this a hundred times.”

You raised a brow.

“Me busting my ass on national television?”

“No,” he grinned.

“Me, skating with you in front of everyone. Letting people know who you are. That you’re mine.”

Your heart stuttered.

God, how did he say things like that so casually?

He kept talking.

“And don’t worry about the cameras. I promise, they’re not the ones looking at you like you’re magic.”

You blinked up at him, warmth pooling in your chest.

“You’re such a sap.”

“For you? Always.”

You didn’t check your phone until hours later, curled into Luke’s side, warm under a blanket, your head resting on his chest.

The posts had started.

Photos of the two of you on the ice. A few blurry shots. One of Luke kissing your forehead as you held onto him, smiling like an idiot. The NHL account even reposted one of them with a heart emoji.

Then came the fan tweets.

‘WAIT LUKE HUGHES HAS A GIRLFRIEND???’

‘the way he’s LOOKING at her. I’m unwell.’

‘she’s so cute I can’t even be mad. good for them.’

You glanced up at him.

“You planned this.”

Luke smirked.

“I may have given the media guy a heads-up.”

“Luke.”

He shrugged, tugging you closer.

“You didn’t want a soft launch, so I gave you a hard launch. No regrets.”

You buried your face in his hoodie, groaning.

But the truth was… you weren’t mad. Not even close.

Because Luke Hughes had just loved you out loud for everyone to see.

And that didn’t feel so scary anymore.

[infictionalwonderland]

Heyyy! I’m the anon that asked for JJ overstimulation & was wondering if I could make a smut req for Rafe now! Tutor reader putting Bully Rafe in his place??? Like, she’s been tutoring him for a few weeks and all he does is make lewd comments and passes and be a dick etc - so she decides to shut him up and make him learn. Edging him with every question he gets right and not letting him cum until the whole page is done and all right - he’s a babbling, pleading mess. No Bully Rafe in sight 😫😫

“Oh—fuck, oh shit—“ Rafe fucking Cameron choked out desperately, his hard hot cock throbbing and pulsing hopelessly in your hand, the trip an angry neglected purple with pre cum slathered all over it.

“Answer the question Rafe.” You guide him sternly, one hand wrapped lazily around his dick, giving him just enough it make him shake and whine and throb but cutting it off everytime he got close, leaving him aching and wanting. You were sitting next to him at your desk, in your bedroom, the material for your tutoring session in front of you—his trousers and boxers pooled around his feet, hips bucking into your hand uncontrollably. You were fully clothed next to him, the picture of calm and authority.

He’d been your tutee for a while now—and you’d known him even longer as the fuck boy bully of your school. As a student, he wasn’t much better, also making inappropriate, dickish remarks and barely focusing on the learning. So, here you are now, forcing him to learn by using his pleasure as derivative.

(And, if you enjoyed seeing Rafe Cameron, the big bag bully at school, a whimpering whining shaking mess from just your hand, your denial of his pleasure.. then well, that was your business)

“Shit, shit, shit—I’m gonna—“ He whined out, loud and obscene, his dick twitching in your hand. You let go of him immediately, your hand going to his hair and tugging harshly in reprimand, bringing his eyes to yours.

Rafe cried out, body shaking and cock pulsing hopelessly - he sniffled as he brought his eyes to yours, the baby blues red rimmed, with anger and need and desperation (and probably coke too).

“Answer the fucking question Rafe.” You demand sternly, his hair in your grasp still. Eyes holding his.

He closed his eyes, nose scrunching in futile anger and overpowering painful need. He stammered out the answer to the question you’d asked—voice broken and garbled, thighs trembling faintly.

“Good boy.” You cooed patronisingly, giving his cheek a light slap. “It’s not so hard to listen to people when they tell you what to do, huh? You should learn to do it more. People might actually like you then.”

(He hated that way his dick throbbed and twitched like some desperate bitch at the praise. At your mean tone of voice)

“You fucking—I’m—you’re such a bitch.” Rafe gritted out, his voice cracking with a pitiful whimper, opening his eyes to give you a half lidded scowl—ruined fully by the flush on his cheeks, the way his legs were squirming about in the chair for something anything. Pathetic.

You laugh at him outright, your hand in his hair tightening even more as you move your face closer to his—letting your breath ghost over his lips.

“And you’re a dumb fucking slut.” You smile mockingly, moving his head to expose his neck and run your fingers over it, lightly holding it. “So desperate for anything, can’t even speak properly. Stumbling over your words like a toddler, baby. What happened to big bad Rafe?” You coo tauntingly, fingers tightening around his neck. “All your promises to make me feel good if I let you have me. Now fucking look at you, you couldn’t handle even a second in this pussy, baby.”

He bit down on his lips hard, almost drawing blood, his hands white knuckling his bare thighs as he squirmed and withered about in his chair—the heat in his cheeks flaming even hotter at your words, as well as the heat in stomach. The muscles of his abdomen clenching.

“I—I—I cou—“ Rafe stammered desperately, wanting to prove himself. Wanting to defend himself. He was on the verge of tears at this point, his mind foggy and wanting. Dick aching and pulsing harder than it had ever before. The hand on his neck and the brush of your breath against him sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine that had him clenching his legs together, trying not to come from just your fucking words (god, he was so pathetic).

“I—I—I—“ You mock back, your hand traveling down from his neck to wrap around his pulsing neglected cock again, squeezing him. Spreading his thighs wide once more. “What you can do is finish answering the questions with that stupid slutty brain of yours, okay? Then maybe I’ll let you in my pussy. Even though you won’t last a second. Fuck, you probably never do.” You giggle tauntingly again, reciting off the next question for him to answer.

[wheeboo]

seventeen acting clingy around their s/o

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment, mentions of kissing WORD COUNT. 1.04k

requested by anon: hi hi i’m a fairly new follower n i jus saw that ur reqs are open !! i hope im not too late ^^; but anyway, how would svt act whenever they feel clingy and needy towards their s/o? hehe ty and i lov u 🫶

notes: hehe i hope this is good!

choi seungcheol

his eyes and pout are literally following whatever direction you walk. waits on the bed with his hoodie on while you are cruising in and out of the room to grab something or put your laundry away. is slowly melting into the bed waiting for you to notice him and when you FINALLY walk back in the room asking to use his charger, he’ll be pulling you into his arms just muttering “stay with me, pleaseeee. I’ve missed you,” in your ears n you just gotta give in because he misses you sm 

yoon jeonghan

always has some type of limb on you. you both can be sitting on the couch together and he keeps glancing at you while you’re watching the tv. trails a hand onto yours or grabs it so he could play with your fingers in his lap. really wants to cuddle but he won’t ever admit that cuz he’s a freakin tease ofc. you look at him grazing his finger against your palm, and then he gets all soft seeing you and opens his arms, just wanting you to hold you and you prob both end up falling asleep on the couch together

joshua hong

backhugs!!! backhugs!!!! anytime i think of joshua i just think of backhugs for some reason lmao. he loves backhugging you in general but gets extra clingy after having not seen you for a while. maybe you’re cooking and he comes up behind and wraps his arms around you, or doing your skincare and he hugs you while admiring your bare face in the mirror, whispering a lil “I’ve missed you, sweetheart~” 

wen junhui

tries to make you smile and laugh by saying these cringey and cute pick-up lines like “can I borrow a cuddle? I promise I’ll give it back” and even makes himself cringe. you just roll your eyes to his nonsense but end up cuddling with him anyway. makes you be the big spoon because he just loves the feeling of your arms around him. you can prob catch the smile forming to his face despite half the pillow covering it

kwon soonyoung

um you’re not escaping him. whenever he feels clingy or needy he’s (gently, well he tries to be) tackling you to the bed or couch because he misses you like the world is ending and never fails to remind you of that. like he’s literally locking all of his limbs around you like a pretzel lmfao i’m sorry. constantly telling you how much he misses you, peppering kisses to whatever sort of skin is available to him. yeah he’s not letting go of you

jeon wonwoo

never the type to appear being clingy (mainly in private tho), usually waiting for you to do the first move instead of him. but maybe he’s particularly touch-starved after a long day and when he joins you in bed and you aren’t asleep yet, you feel his arms practically scoop you up into his embrace, surprising you. you’d ask if everything was okay, and he just mumbles something along the lines of, “yeah, just want to hold you” before nuzzling his face in your neck

lee jihoon

literally laying right next to you on the bed just contemplating his entire life’s worth of decisions if he could just simply ASK to cuddle you. gets red at the thought of it because you both normally don’t cuddle alot. turns on his side to be able to face you, and whenever he gets the courage, he asks quietly, “do you want to cuddle...?” and you peer at him surprised, before replying, “you know you don’t have to ask permission”

xu minghao

is unusually quiet, but this type of quietness along with him staring at you with those tired eyes- yeah, he really wants to cuddle you or just be near you. just wants to wrap his arms around you with his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, kinda falling asleep but also trying to pay attention to whatever book you’re reading or scrolling on your phone. at some point you both fall asleep together

kim mingyu

is already clingy asf around you, like backhugs, neck kisses, picking you up off the ground randomly you name it. is it possible for someone to become more puppy than a puppy? gets all whiny whenever you playfully reject his affection, but best believe you won’t get far from the bed before he’s pulling you back into his arms, not satisfied until he’s basically encased you like a burrito

lee seokmin

oh he brightens up like the damn sun. he’s already clingy but in more smaller gestures like wanting to hold your hand all the time, playing with your hair, cupping your cheeks in his hands and telling you how cute you are. if he’s feeling needy and been waiting to be in your arms the entire day, he would def be the type to might initiate a lil tickle fight for the promise of cuddles later on and who will become the big/little spoon

boo seungkwan

becomes your certified baby literally. taps and pokes at your arms, plays with your ears, grabbing your hands and twiddling with your fingers. he’s doing that all with a pout to his face cuz he thinks it’s a bit ridiculous to straight up ask for cuddles. becomes so giddy whenever you pat the bed/couch for him to come closer, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder

vernon chwe

is also quiet about it. the type to rest his head in your lap upon coming home from a tired day, slowly turning into an unacknowledged cuddling session on the bed where you both are like doing your own thing while also having your arms or legs wrapped around each other. honestly this type of stuff doesn’t really need words from the both of you, it kinda just happens naturally

lee chan

kinda just throws himself onto you. not in an aggressive way, but he spots you on the couch or bed and lets himself fall into your arms like a trust fall except you don’t fully catch him cuz he ends up on top of you with you falling with him. becomes your own personal blanket in a way as he mutters about his day and complains about how much the members bullied him throughout practice into your neck and how much he missed you

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[qwimblenorrisstan]

Subservient | Azriel x Reader

Summary: Rhys’ reputation in Hewn City is less than stellar, so when an orphanage becomes overwhelmed, he offers to take some in. His plan doesn’t turn out how he expected when he’s instead sent you, an employee there, sent to scope Rhys out before sending children to him. And in true High Lord fashion, he unceremoniously dumps you off on his brothers.

Word Count: ~ 3.4k

Warnings: Abuse, starvation, dehydration, child abuse, bruises, scars, injuries, traumatized reader, orphans, but it ends with some fluff I promise

A/N: thank you so much to anon who sent this req in, it def gave me the inspiration I needed, hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

When you first arrived, the first thought that Azriel had was that you were a sorry sight, hair clearly previously having been mangled and just brushed in time, clothes old and worn by others before you, eyes tired and dim as you didn’t even try to take in your surroundings, looking completely out of it, even with the High Lord of Night Court sitting only twenty feet from you, lounging on a throne.

Azriel could pick up the subtlest shift of Rhys’ scent, the slight tinge of worry as he took you in, despite the sensual smirk that remained on his face, and his lazy posture like a cat spread out, stretching.

But they were in Hewn City, and Rhys couldn’t afford to be himself in Hewn City, not yet anyway, not until the next generation of Fae that was less cold and brittle arrived. Which could take centuries, at the least. Even now, with the plan that was unfolding, it wasn’t likely the citizens would see him as anything worth their time or support.

And as he watched you silently trudge up to the throne, giving the barest bow in recognition only when the older Fae elbowed you harshly in your too-thin figure, he wondered why he had even thought this would be a good idea. Sure, Rhys didn’t have the best reputation in the Court of Nightmares, and the citizens were angry after the damage done to their city, and the lives lost.

The orphanage had taken in more children than they could handle, requiring help from citizens who weren’t the most willing to serve.

This left Rhys with an idea, one that everyone else in the Inner Circle had given their support for eventually, albeit begrudgingly. He took two birds with one stone and took in some of the orphans to both raise his reputation and solve the orphanage size problem.

The only issue with it had been that the orphanage, despite its problems, and the obvious displays of uncleanliness, lack of employees, and even some abuse, refused to give Rhys any children, and though the High Lord could just override their order, that wouldn’t help with the issue of his reputation.

And so they’d agreed to send a worker, one that had grown up in the orphanage and lived there still, working full time to help the children. And look how well that had turned out, with this malnourished, beaten female showing up, barely even alive.

Rhys didn’t speak, his eyes, unsmiling, on the male who’d led you here, forcing him to speak first. The tension grew thick.

”Here she is, my Lord.”

He said, voice smooth despite the hint of nerves Azriel could detect under it, and in his body language. He was fidgeting, palms sweaty, scent blocked with some sort of sour spray commonly sold here in Hewn City, but Azriel could pick up the notes of fear in it, the anxiety.

Rhys watched silently, waiting just to watch the man slowly become more afraid, before speaking.

”Very well, then. Azriel, escort her to the House.”

He said with a simple wave of his hand, and despite the surprise that rose in Azriel about the fact that Rhys hadn’t called the man out or exposed him in the slightest for the obvious mistreatment of the woman, he pushed it back down, walking over to you and gingerly picking your frail form up as if it might shatter with the slightest amount of force.

A silent winnow to the House of Wind, the shadows gently exploring you, reporting every little injury they found, the dehydration and starvation evident in your body, not to mention the clear lack of sleep from the dark eye bags you possessed.

”What’s your name?”

He tried to ask it softly, so as not to startle you, like talking to a cornered animal, but you weren't very responsive. He sighed near silently, walking to a table, the House pulling out a chair as he set you down in it. A glass of water appeared on the table, and that was the thing that seemed to make your eyes light up again, even if just a little bit. Maybe just natural instincts to get water after going so long without.

He gently grasped the water, bringing it to your lips as they parted, tilting the cup slightly to let the water flow down into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop eagerly, parched tongue that felt like sandpaper finally getting the hydration it screamed for.

You panted as he pulled the cup away, hand going to grasp it to bring it back, but he shook his head and you realized the cup was empty. The House, seeming to sense your thirstiness, decided to help, and your eyes widened when you saw water magically filling the cup. Azriel watched, a small smile playing on his lips at your awe and surprise.

”The House is sentient,”

He explained, voice low and quiet. Gentle.

”It decides that we need a bit of help, sometimes.”

You brought the cup back to your lips, drinking the liquid all down as your hand shakily held the cup. The House filled it up, and you drank again and repeated it until your stomach felt full of all the water it could hold, and you couldn’t keep anything else down.

“Full?”

The shadowsinger asked, and you nodded hesitantly. He seemed to expect it.

”You’ll eat in the morning. For now..”

He glanced outside, at the darkness that had swept over the sky quickly, before turning back to you.

”I’ll take you to your room.”

It was another silent moment, a walk, as he offered a hand you didn’t take at first, only carefully taking after you tried to stand up and your knees buckled immediately. It was more like his arm around your waist, at this point, with how he was holding half of your weight up. Your eyes grew heavy, even as you gaped at the paintings adorning the walls, the carpet and rich wood beneath your feet, the fancy wallpapers and furniture. Just selling one of those pieces of furniture could pay for probably a decade’s worth of food for the orphanage.

A fancy wooden door came into view with a carved siding and intricate leaf patterns with flowers carved around the handle, it opened for the both of you as he walked in. The bed in the center of the room was rich, but looked comfortable, just the way you liked it with the right pillows, blankets, sheets, and everything. There was a side table and a large closet, as well as another door you assumed led to a bathroom. You could’ve sworn you heard music playing somewhere down the hall.

As you walked in, he remained at the doorway, not going to enter your space without your permission as you leaned against the wall, slowly making your way to the bed until you sat down on the edge of it, still in your dirty clothes.

You were too tired to care.

He turned to leave, hand on the door handle before you spoke.

”Y/N.”

He glanced at you, head tilting ever so slightly to the side, eyes narrowing just a bit.

”My name,”

You clarified, voice raspy and thin, but slowly shedding its rough layer, smoothing over with every word you spoke.

“It’s Y/N.”

He looked at you for a long moment, hazel eyes peering into yours, before he gave a small nod, and walked away, the door clicking shut behind him.

~

That night had been the first time you’d spoken to any of them, and also one of your last nights seeing Azriel. He’d been sent away on a mission, only giving you a brief introduction to his brother Cassian, a big, brutish-looking man with a smirk, who had forced you to eat properly every day and even convinced you to help out with the exercises today.

Thanks to the daily intake of protein and nutrients you got three times a day now, as well as water, your thin figure had filled out nicely, and you were outside, detangled and freshly washed hair tied back into a braid that the red-haired priestess had done for you after watching you struggle with doing it on your own. You’d already forgotten her name. Something that started with G.

Cassian was trying to help you with the daily stretches that his mate, Nesta, had supposedly originally started with. Your body wasn’t as frail as before but was stiff as a board due to the long hours of being forced into a wooden chair, or the days spent bent over tables folding laundry or over counters doing dishes, not to mention all the paperwork for an orphanage…

You weren’t flexible. At all.

“Here, try to move your hand slowly down, even just centimeter by centimeter.”

He was trying to get you to touch your toes, but you only frowned, hand refusing to go past the bottom of your knee as you tried to push it further, your already aching back screaming in protest.

The three other females out were practicing their swordplay, or whatever one would call the weapons they were wielding. You could hear steel on steel clinging from here, even, and you saw how Cassian wanted to join them. How his eyes kept glancing up at them, a hint of longing in them, maybe even a gleam of lust at the thought of seeing his mate sparring.

And you felt bad for holding him back from that, bad enough that you just wanted to get this last stupid stretch over so you could go back inside and quit wasting his time. With a little mental shove, you pushed your hand down further, jerking it down and-

Something hurt. Bad. A slight sound of something popping almost, and a sharp pain in the back of your leg. Years of controlling your expression from the harsh punishments of the older women in the orphanage came back as you forced it into a neutral, fingertips gracing your toe as you slowly shifted back into a standing position.

Cassian must’ve been too focused on the other females to notice your subtle limp, or how all of your weight was focused on one leg. He raised a brow, glancing back at you when he saw you shift up.

“I touched it.”

You said simply, and he grinned, genuine pride in his eyes gleaming so brightly that it hurt flashing as he nodded.

“You’re making good progress, go take a break. We’ll pick it up tomorrow, yeah?”

You gave a nod, and he patted you gently on the back as he jogged past, picking up a sword and launching straight into sparring with Nesta as you managed to get into the House.

Cassian might’ve been a bit oblivious, but the House of Wind was anything but. Immediately, a chair appeared right near the entrance, and a strong sudden wind pushed you into it, a cold cushion appearing right beneath the aching spot in your thigh as you sat down.

The chair began moving, going straight into your room, where you shifted onto the bed, sitting on the edge.

Strangely though, the House didn’t do anything further. Didn’t provide any ice, or anything to compress it with, so you supposed it was up to you. Usually, it provided anything you needed badly.

Shifting up, your hand went to gently explore the back of your thigh, tenderly pushing against your pants to find the spot that was aching so badly, and soon enough, you found it. A sharp pain shot through your nerves as you grunted and flinched at it, hand immediately going away.

You tried to stand up, but your knee on that right thigh completely buckled, and you fell to the floor in a heap, vision swimming.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you loosed a deep breath, frustration blooming through you.

“Need some help?”

A familiar low voice asked, and you opened your eyes, only to see Azriel standing right by one of the windows, head tilted to the side, hazel eyes examining. His shadows whirled around him, some carefully approaching you. You froze under his gaze, eyes widening.

“How long have you been standing there?”

You asked, and he began to approach, long strides making their way to you as he crouched down in front of you. He hummed in thought, lips pursing before he answered.

“Long enough to know you’re hurt. Can I pick you up?”

He questioned, eyes peering into yours, asking for consent. After just picking you straight up that first introduction without asking, he figured he might’ve not made the best impression, and he planned to undo that. Or maybe he was just overthinking this whole thing. Either way, consent is still a good thing to get.

You nodded, glancing down at your leg as you began trying to squirm, but with a single shake of his head, Azriel shut it down. His hands wrapped around you, slowly lifting you up and carefully to avoid your hurt thigh as he took you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet seat.

“Do you know what’s..wrong with it?”

You asked, and he glanced at your right thigh, shadows flitting around him.

“I’d assume a hamstring tear. Hopefully just a partial one.”

You gulped nearly audibly at that. An entire hamstring tear, just from some stupid stretches that you couldn’t get down. You’d bothered this family enough, and to have Azriel, probably fresh from a mission and tired as hell, having to help you with this…it was more than embarrassing as well.

“I’m going to need to…”

He swallowed awkwardly, gesturing to your pants, and you grimaced. He must’ve noticed, because he quickly offered up a solution.

“I can have the shadows do it, they won’t hurt you. Promise.”

You nodded at that, a breathy little-

“Okay,”

-escaping your lips. Azriel turned away as the cool touch of the shadows, at first made you shudder, though you eventually adjusted as they unbuttoned the pants, slowly slipping them off, making sure the material didn’t put any pressure against your injured leg. They also made sure to tug your shirt down to cover your underwear, which you silently thanked them for. You didn’t need the shadowsinger seeing all that.

He eventually turned back around, probably having been signaled by his shadows that they were done. His gaze remained respectful, making sure to never wander as he bent down, glancing up at the bottom of your thigh and frowning to himself, before nodding.

“Torn hamstring. We’ll keep pressure and ice on it while I wait for Madja.”

You blinked.

“We? Also, who’s Madja?”

You asked, brows furrowed in mild confusion.

“Madja is our family healer. She’s been doing it for centuries now, I sent my shadows to contact her the moment I saw you injured. And you aren’t going to be staying all alone while injured. It’s a ‘we’ situation.”

He replied bluntly, somehow still not a rude sort of blunt, though. Your cheeks turned red.

“You didn’t have to do that, it’s not that bad. Really, I could’ve managed-“

He cut you off before you even got the rest of the sentence out.

“You collapsed from the pain while trying to stand up. It was that bad. Despite whatever you experienced while at that orphanage may have led you to believe, you are not subservient, and you are allowed to have problems.”

He said almost sternly, and you sat there, shocked for a moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You said, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, and he gave you a doubtful look, moving to sit down so he wasn’t towering over you, settling on the floor across from where you were sitting.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N. I see the way you clean the dishes off after dinners, help set the table before them, offer to babysit Nyx for Feyre, clean the weapons the Valkyries use in training for them…it’s obvious.”

His hazel eyes met yours yet again, and you tried to swallow that lump down, failing, again.

“It’s hard not to try and help out when I’m just stuck here as some charity case for the High Lord.”

There it was. The truth finally came out.

It felt bad saying it out loud, worse than it sounded in your head, but it got rid of some of the pressure in your chest finally saying it.

The orphans were starving and dehydrated, abused, and here you were, complaining about getting unlimited access to food, water, exercise, and plenty of opportunities those children would’ve gobbled up, opportunities you would’ve gobbled up at their age, had you gotten the chance.

Azriel didn’t look surprised. In fact, he looked like he’d been expecting you to say this eventually.

“It’s just—being stuck here, with all these things, when the children at the orphanage need them more than me, with the food shortages and dehydration, and Mother knows the abuse going on behind the scenes—it just feels wrong.”

He let you talk, watching you rant, while a pack of ice appeared on the floor, given by the House. When you finally managed to calm down, tears still welling in your eyes from frustration and anger, he stood up, hand resting on your shoulder.

“I know.”

He said quietly, and you sniffled, glancing up at him.

“What?”

He hesitated, before answering your question.

“I knew the orphanage wasn’t right. I’ve known for a while. It wasn’t about a charity case, or that’s not why I originally suggested it. I needed a whistleblower to shut it down.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“You want me to…”

“Only if you want to.”

The decision was yours.

Would you keep your mouth shut about the things you’d experienced as a child and employee at the orphanage, where you’d been trapped and abused for years, or would you finally stop being subservient and ignoring your own needs?

~

Nearly six months later, the final court proceedings went through.

It was shut down, and the children all relocated to Velaris’ orphanage funded by Feyre’s earnings from her art studio. After several bruises, scars, deformities, and the obvious malnourishment and illness in most children and employees were pointed out, not to mention some first-hand testimonies led by you, and a handful of other employees and children, it was an open and shut case.

It was a wonder no one had uncovered it earlier.

Almost as if they’d been purposefully ignoring it.

But it was over now, you thought, as you stood in one of the many balconies at the House of Wind, looking at the view over Velaris. A warm presence made itself known as cool shadows began slithering up your arms that were on the railing.

He stood beside you, also taking in the view. His scarred hands, unbound by the usual gloves he wore when getting home from missions, rested on the railing. Your cold hands slowly crept up to his, fingers brushing, both of you holding your breath as your eyes met, and your fingers intertwined slowly, carefully.

Gently, but not because you were fragile, not because Azriel thought you would easily break, he'd already learned that even when you’d been put through trial and tribulation time after time you came out dented, but whole. It was gentle because you both needed a slight reprieve from the world’s chaos and violence. From the horrors that lurked in your mind, prowling and waiting for the right moment to come back up, unwelcome and unwanted.

His wings shifted, one curling around you as he subtly shifted you closer, the limp less pronounced in your sideways step toward him.

Your free hand made its way to his cheek, softly stroking with the pad of your thumb, the barely developed calluses from your training with Cassian a soothing feeling for Azriel. His free hand made to lightly stroke your cheek, letting you take the lead. Giving you a choice.

You leaned in closer, and he bent down slightly, just so you wouldn’t have to rise on your toes to reach his face. Your lips brushed softly against his, a tentative touch, but not unsure as his reaction of kissing you back spurred you on.

And for a moment, both of you intertwined beneath the sky, everything was alright.

[dxxdhood]

Okayyyyyy your sub!Wade Wilson fic literally destroyed me and I need like a million more consider yourself my new dealer

(If reqs are open can I get uhhhhh Wade Wilson where he's needy but has no idea what he wants so reader has to shut his brain off and figure it out for him pls and thanks)

hi anon, i love this idea so much omg! i may have played around with it a bit but i think i still kept the same core idea. i went with fem! reader on this, but if you want a similar request with gn! or male! reader, let me know! pls enjoy!!!

rough night

pairing: wade wilson x fem!reader

summary: wade needs your love and attention, and luckily, you're always there to help him out.

tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, dirty talk, praise kink, light bondage, grinding, clothed sex, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, car sex

wc: 2.0k

“Okay, babe, hear me out: the ending to the stage version of Little Shop is leagues better than whatever deus ex machina crap they had to throw into the last two minutes of the movie. Cowardly movie-goer audiences can not handle true stage-level tragedy–”

“Wade!” You shout, nearly swerving the car as you double check the directions. Past midnight on the freeway after a long day, you barely had the concentration to drive in silence– much less in a car with your partner in it. “Can you help me get us home first before we start arguing over musical movies again. Please?”

Wade hums, tapping his scarred hand against the console, “That’s a big ask, I’m not so sure I can, to tell you the truth. You wanna talk about musical movies? Can we talk about how big The Greatest Showman got when the score is nothing but pop songs? Look, I get the lead actor looks like my crazy-hot new best friend, but the 2010s had way better stuff coming out.”

Turning his head so you could see the shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he whistles a note before speaking. “You missed our exit, by the way.”

“What?” You double check the GPS to make sure he’s not lying. Sure enough, he’s right. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Oh, you know. Typical Deadpool, just pissing off everyone around him all the time for no reason,” he chimes in again, and something about his tone sets you off. You speed across the next available ramp, and after the few seconds it takes for you to end up on a deserted road, you stop the car.

Taking a deep inhale, you make sure to hit the inside light so he can see you properly, and you grab the arm still fidgeting next to you. “Wade, what’s up with you?”

His eyes go large, and his expression loses all the mischief immediately. Shaking his head a little, he purses his lips. “Nothing. Nothing’s up.”

“Let’s just get home,” he says after an empty moment, almost like he’s booting up again. “You can yell at me the entire way back, okay? I was being a pain in the ass. I’ll take it lying down, promise.”

Seeing him in the dim, yellow lighting, he’s trying to retreat into his hoodie. He’s pulling away from you even as he speaks, and it makes your stomach turn.

“Let’s–” you start, unbuckling your seatbelt before gripping the door handle.  “Let’s just take a second first.”

You catch a wash of confusion on his face, but you exit the car and walk over to his side before he voices his thoughts out loud. Opening his door, you quickly envelope him in a hug before he can try to pull away again.

You swear you heard a whimper, but it was so quiet, you nearly missed it. Almost instantly, Wade buries his head in your neck, and his arms wrap around your middle tight. 

The two of you stay there, alone, with the gentle sound of crickets chirping in the background for what feels like a small eternity. You know it must have only been a few minutes, because shortly, your thighs burn from the angle you’re bending at, so you gently pull away. You decide not to mention the wetness left on your shirt.

“What do you need?” You ask.

He shakes his head again, but faster this time. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even know why I was trying to piss you off.”

“Today was fine, right? I thought so, but all of sudden everything felt like it was going to shit. In my head, I just started going around in circles, going over all the little ways I kept fucking up, and – I don’t know – it got to me.” Wade brings a palm to his forehead. “It’s just one of those hate-yourself days, I guess.” 

You nod, taking one of his hands in yours as you stand on the dying grass surrounding the road. Rubbing his palm with your thumb, trying to transfer some of your warmth to him, you’re suddenly met with an idea so good, you can keep inside the chuckle. 

“Sorry, sorry!” You choke. “Not laughing at you, I just– I just think it’s funny where my brain goes.”

“What do you mean?” He looks up at you with pupils so big, you just want to go back to squeezing him. 

“Well, we’re all alone out here.”

You can almost see the loading screen in Wade’s mind when he breaks out in a laugh. “No way, I finally found someone worse than me.”

“Would you want to?”

He’s nodding before he can even process, but after a second a frown sets in. “You know I’m always down to clown around, but I’d just be a burden right now. I’m all sad and icky and touchy-feely. I don’t even know what I–”

“You want me to handle it?” you interrupt. “I’ll just do stuff we’ve liked doing in the past. You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll make it all good for you.”

Wade turns his head away, and for a terrifying moment, you believe you’ve made him uncomfortable. But a part of him wins whatever fight is going on eternally, and when he faces you again, a blush coats his cheeks.“You’d do that?”

“You think I’m offering ‘cause I like hearing myself talk?”

“You have the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard,” he smiles, and not having learned anything, you bend down again to kiss him. He responds fast, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek as he pulls you in closer. No matter how much of you he gets, he always finds himself needing more.

You push his hood down and you carefully run your hands across his scalp, cradling his head, as you deepen the kiss. Licking inside his mouth, you feel more than hear a rumble build in his chest.

Breaking away, you pull your sweater off before laying it on the ground in front of the passenger seat. Stepping to the side, you give Wade a second to process before you order him.

“Kneel.”

He definitely mumbles a soft “holy shit” as he slips out of the car and drops to his knees. Briefly, you run your hands across his shoulders, kneading at the intersection between his shoulders and neck, feeling the tense muscle there. Typical Wade to cause problems instead of talking about his own. Just how long was he carrying around all of this tension? Maybe when you’re both home later, at what will probably be the crack of dawn, you can run him a warm bath or give him a better massage.

For right now, you slip past him and sit in the car seat above him. Angled so your legs dangle out the car door opening, you place a hand around the back of Wade’s neck and urge him closer.

“You ready?” You whisper. “You want to eat me out, Wade?”

He buries his head into your thigh at your words as he lets out a groan, “Yes, please, oh my god.”

Grabbing both of your legs, he lifts them onto his shoulder and he already starts to move his head closer in between them.

“Hold on,” you grab one of his hands, interlocking your fingers. “Here, help me move one of my legs off your shoulder and against your dick.”

To his credit, he does, even as he shivers at your words. As he scooches around, trying to get comfortable or maybe just hungry for more sensation already, you feel his cock half hard.

“You’ve been wanting this, huh? Wanting me to boss you around a little,” you whisper, inching your head closer to his so you can whisper in his ear. “Wanting to hear dirty things in my voice?”

“Yes!’ he shouts. “Yes, please! Can I eat you out, babe? I’ll be good!”

“”Course you will be,” you smile. “You’re always so good for me.”

With a little maneuvering around your legs, you manage to slip your shorts and underwear off, accidentally tossing them into the darkness.

Wade frowns, his brow creasing, “No, I haven’t been very good lately–”

On command, you grab his chin and tilt it so his gaze rests on yours. There’s no hiding from your words now. “Don’t say that. Stop talking.”

“You don’t feel good?” you smirk. “Then prove to me right now how good you can really be.”

He needs no further encouragement as he buries his face between your thighs, already licking across you, teasing you even now. His pace is quick, desperate, but he’s still careful to avoid where you need him most.

With one hand perched at the top of his head, you scratch the other down his neck as a warning, but all it does is draw a moan from him. You can feel the vibrations through you, and it causes you to grind across his mouth.

Panting heavily, you decide to even the score. You press your calf up against his hard cock, inching it backwards and forwards, bit by bit, and that’s all it takes for Wade to remember his own needs. Wanting  you already, he slowly grinds against your leg, and though it feels harsh through his pants, from past experience as well as the wet groans filling the air, you’re sure Wade enjoys it.

Suddenly, he decides to circle your clit in earnest, and it draws a loud moan from you. You begin to grind yourself against his tongue, still somehow working you with coordinated movements despite how out-of-control he humps your leg.

His whimpers slip out of him, as if he’s been completely fucked dumb just by getting off on your leg. The power is heady, and you move your hands to his, wrapping them around his wrists and bringing them in front of him to settle right in front of his stomach. Once you’re sure you’ve got a secure grasp, you bring one of your hands away to tilt his face up to yours so you can kiss him again.

You taste yourself warm on his lips, and the thought causes even more heat to pool at your core. All too soon, you pull away from him and shove his head back between your thighs. 

“Fuck, Wade, so good. You’re so good for me.”

He’s whimpering right into your core and involuntarily, the hand restraining his wrists clenches. The harshness only turns him on further, and he continues rubbing himself along your leg so quick, you’re sure it must be starting to sting.

“Yeah? You like fucking my leg, Wade? I love seeing you grind on me, sweetheart, you’re so pretty.”

His pace increases, and he starts letting out frequent moans in between the warm breaths he exhales onto you. Your thighs are shaking – his speed for you has never faltered – and you shove his face towards you with the palm against his head.

“I’m gonna come. You wanna be my good boy and come with me, huh?”

At that, he releases a loud groan into your pussy, and you feel yourself coming, dripping onto his already soaked face. At your wetness, his grinding only increases, and after only a few more seconds, Wade finishes, cum seeping from his pants onto your leg. 

The two of you stay silent with only your breaths slowly returning to normal to fill the air. Wade’s eyes are large, gazing at you like you’re all he could ever want, and it’s almost too overwhelming for you to return.

Shakily, he pushes off the ground and makes it to his feet before he stumbles to the side. On instinct, you jump from the seat outside to catch him, your arms wrapped around his waist. You’re still afraid that he’ll fall, but Wade lets out a light giggle.

“If you couldn’t drive us home before, I’ve got no clue how we’re making it back now.”

You lightly slap his arm, “You could be nicer to me after I made you come, bitch.”

He lets out a groan that would sound exaggerated if it came from anyone else, “Shit, call me that next time!”

“Next time I wreck you in the middle of nowhere?” you smirk.

“Just name a time and place.”

[littlelovelunette]

I love your writing so muchhh🩷🩷

Can you write some holiday stuff like they went to go celebrate Christmas with vanders family and then after they go home fuck possibly, but like make it messy and nasty

It's The Holidays

Contains smut, fingering, squirting

Everyone's sane and alive AU!

Someone complained I didn't mention ages here, so let me just state the obvious— this is smut so Vi and Reader are obviously 18 or above.

Thank you, Anon, and nice req, I gotchu

Snowflakes drifted lazily through the crisp Zaun air as you and Vi walked hand in hand down the bustling street, the glow of lanterns reflecting off the wet cobblestone.

Vi’s breath puffed in front of her, cheeks tinged pink from the cold, but her fingers squeezed yours, a silent promise of warmth.

"Vander's got the whole place decked out," Vi said with a smirk. "Bet you anything Mylo rigged up something stupid again."

When you reached The Last Drop, the scent of spiced cider and roasted meat spilled out into the street, a stark contrast to the chill outside.

The tavern was unrecognizable—garlands of evergreen and twinkling lights stretch across the rafters, mismatched ornaments dangled from hooks, and a battered old wreath hung proudly on the door.

Inside, Vander stood behind the bar, arms crossed, watching as Claggor struggled to lift a massive pot of stew onto the counter.

Powder darted between them, a bundle of homemade paper snowflakes in her arms, giggling as she flung them into the air.

"Hi!" Powder exclaimed, barreling toward the two of you, her arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hug. "You're finally here! I saved you guys a seat next to me!"

Vi ruffled Powder’s hair before grinning up at Vander. “So, what’s the damage?”

Vander chuckled, shaking his head. "Let’s just say Mylo tried to string lights up outside, and now half of ‘em don’t work."

"I told you it would work!" Mylo yelled from across the room, waving a half-eaten roll in his hand. "Claggor just dropped the damn power source!"

You and Vi exchanged a look before bursting into laughter, the warmth of the tavern settling in your chest.

The night unfolded in a blur of joy. Powder dragged you to the small corner where a tiny, uneven Christmas tree stood proudly, decorated with makeshift ornaments—glass bottle shards wrapped in ribbon, gears polished to a shine, and Vi’s contribution: a crooked metal star she welded herself.

Vander made his rounds, ensuring everyone's plate was full, his hearty laugh filling the air as he shared stories from past holidays.

Dinner was loud and chaotic, a mix of clattering plates, teasing jabs, and warmth that makes the world outside seem like a distant memory.

Vi kept stealing bites from your plate, smirking whenever you swatted at her hand, and Mylo nearly choked on his drink when Powder launched a spoonful of mashed potatoes at him.

As the night winds down, you found yourself curled up on the worn couch near the fire, Vi tucked against your side.

Powder dozed off, her head resting on your shoulder, while Claggor and Mylo argued over who had to clean up.

Vander watched over them all, a mug of cider in hand, his expression soft with something like pride.

Vi leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. "Told you it’d be fun."

You smiled, lacing your fingers through hers. "Yeah… best Christmas ever."

And as the fire crackled, casting warm flickering light across the room, you knew there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

"Wanna take this to my room?" Vi wiggled her eyebrows and you couldn't help laughing.

"Sure." You wrapped your arms around her neck, as she picked you up. Vi walked through the narrow corridors and reached her room. You opened the door for her as she carried you inside bridal style.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you." Vi put you down on the bed after locking the door and hovered over your figure.

"Just fuck me, yeah?" You smiled a little, reaching up and pressing a kiss against Vi's temple.

Vi's ears turned red slightly but she composed herself and gently tugged your panties down, pushing the skirt of your dress up.

"Ready?"

"Mhm." You hummed out.

Vi's fingers rubbed over your pussy lips and slowly dips inside to tease your slit making a small throaty moan break out of your mouth.

"Shhh," Vi's other hand clasps down on your mouth, "Powder's room is close by mine, don't moan too loud or she'll hear it."

You flushed a little, getting wetter at the thought of getting caught. You nodded either ways and moaned against Vi's hand.

Vi's fingers slowly delved inside your slit rubbing against your inner walls and scissoring through the tightness. "Is this your first time?"

"Mhm." You hummed behind her hand making her laugh softly.

"Im your first?"

You nodded again making Vi blush a little redder and continued gently pulling her finger back and inside.

You mumbled her name through her hand making her remove it. "Yeah?"

"Fuck me roughly. Please, take my virginity, be harsh with me."

"Oh, my love." Vi pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm..."

Vi got up, shifting to take all your clothes off and taking hers off too. You smiled at her naked frame and spread your legs.

Vi leaned down and shoved her fingers back in your pussy, putting one of your legs over her shoulder. You gasped and used one hand to muffle your moans. Her fingers were so fast and so hard making your hips buck up for more.

Vi bit down on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your skin for everyone to see. You knew you'd need makeup to cover it.

Your hands encircled around Vi's form as you desperately hung onto her. Her fingers thrusted in and out of you at an incredibly high pace.

Your juices were spilling all around Vi's fingers and sheets, the room was filled with the squelching sounds issuing from your cunt.

"V-Vi, I feel weird." You whispered in her ear, Vi smirked a little, adding a third finger making your toes curl as you squirted around her digits.

"Oh, baby, you squirt?" Vi smirked making you blush.

"It's never happened before." You whined softly.

Vi just smiled down at you before engulfing your lips in a soft kiss, tongue slipping past your lips.

Now, you were sure— this was the best Christmas ever.

[sugawhaaa]

Now that I am not an anon anymore I have to share a Leeknow headcannon I have.

I think that (especially husband Lee Know) does those little sexy dances he does on you.

Whether you are just chilling on the couch and he just gives you a little lap dance or you guys are cooking something. Istg that man will do those moves and wiggle his eyebrows and wink at you while he does it.

There’s a reason the others said he has the most rizz (also I kinda hate the word rizz but idc rn)

Love ya💗🫶🏼

LEE KNOW ONE-SHOT

🍯•[your favorite]•🍯

Warnings//genre:: mentions knives (cooking) smut, lap dance (?) Oral (f rec) creampie, kitchen sex, praise and degradation

Pairing:: dom!husband!minho x sub!wife!reader

A/N:: HEHE okay so I've thought of this prompt before for minho (and other members) but I never committed to it bc it is such a hard prompt to write for in my opinion but since it was a request I had to. but I love stepping out of my comfort zone!! tbh best part of reqs is when I lowkey doubt if I can even finish writing the fic

Skz masterlist:: 🍯

🎧::

As much as Minho tries to act like he's all cool and stern he is a little manwhore for attention, especially attention from his lovely wife. You'll be anywhere and he's glancing up at you 24/7 and anytime he gets the chance to brush his shoe or arm up against you, he'll take it.

Currently you're in the kitchen, cutting up some vegetables for dinner as the pan sizzles beside you. Minho comes up behind you, pressing his body up against yours, and wraps his hands around your waist. "Smells good baby," He cooes in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see," You smirk and he rolls his eyes with a little huff. "That's what you always tell me," You shrug as Minho rolls off of you, leaning back against the counter next to you. You notice his staring gaze as you stay laser focused on mincing the vegetables to perfection.

"You're so hot when you're focused," He tilts his head as he continues to stare at you, eyes never wavering. "The way your eyes stay fixated, the slight furrow of your brows, the way your lips look so relaxed and natural," He rubs his thigh up against you as you try to focus. "C'mon baby, look at me," Minho raises his knee higher, brushing up against your inner thigh and you jump, the flow of your hands interrupted. You turn to look at him and there it is, the mischevious little grin.

"Minho," You say in a warning tone, like Minho was getting into something he wasn't supposed to.

"Mmm, yes?" He smiles, as if he was innocent.

"I'm trying to cook dinner," You sigh and he fake pouts before smirking.

"And I'm trying to get you all riled up, is it working?" He chuckles and you huff. He in fact was turning you on, way too much. You good feel the stir in your stomach, the excitement bubbling up and threatening to spill over and make you do something you'll regret. "Come on~ Dinner can wait," He takes your hand, plucking your fingers off the knife, before setting the knife down.

"You're so..." You try to come up with some kind of insult but the way he looks at you, that little grin and eyes full of promise and lust, you just can't resist. "Fine," You huff and turn off the stove and you watch as the smile spreads across his face.

"Yay!" He cheers before taking your hand, pulling you over to the dining table. He pulls out a chair. "Sit, sit," He encourages with that little grin and you know what you're in for.

"What do you have in mind?" You sit down and look up at him.

"Your favorite," He smirks and you look a little confused. What did he mean by your favorite? That could be a lot of things really. Suddenly the room filled with some of your favorite songs Minho plays during intimate hours and you thought that's what he meant by your favorite, but he started dancing. Not some kind of jig, a slow sensual dance that highlighted all of his best physical features. You found your eyes drawn to his hips. The way he moves them in a slow yet powerful thrust showcases his practice with such movement.

"Minho," You say under your breath, utterly inticed by his hypnotic and erotic dance.

"Shh, baby," he approaches you on your little throne, putting a hand to the head of the chair and the other to your lips. "Just watch, your eyes tell me everything," He trails his hands down to your thighs before grabbing your knees and parting your legs. You jump at the sudden urgency in his actions compared to his slow sensual dance. He makes quick work of your pants and panties. The music still rings in the back ground as his lips approach your aching core. He lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, making you slip down the chair a little.

Minho grins at your little gasp before bury his head between your legs, taking one long lick up your folds. A soft moan escapes your lips at the relief of his mouth on your throbbing pussy, but Minho doesn't keep it relaxing for long. He follows the pace of the music, as it gets more intense so does his methods, slurping and sucking on your folds.

"Minho!" You jump as his nose presses up against your clit as his tongue pokes in and out of your slit as far as it can. You grab a fistful of his hair as your head falls back, your chest heaving more and more with each moan. Minho brings his hands up to spread your folds a little more, pulling at the skin before sticking his tongue in deeper. You let out a little squeal as you feel his tongue rubbing up against your g-spot and his nose puts pressure against your clit. Your legs tremble with the intensity of your orgasm as the song comes to a perfect end.

Minho licks up your mess before pulling himself up to his feet, standing over you. As the next song begins he practically sits on top of you, grinding his bulge against your dripping cunt, soaking his pants in your wetness. You feel the throb of his cock, begging to be released.

"Do you want my cock baby?" He teases and you nod with a whimper.

"Yes, please," You look up at him as he grinds his hips against yours, following the music once again.

"You're gonna have to beg a little more than that angel," He chuckles and you whine at the torture of his cock being right there but not inside you.

"Please minho," You plead, tugging at his shirt like a kitten. He tilts his head as he looks down at you, seeming amused by your pleading tugs. "I-I need your cock, minho~" You whine, a little louder this time and he smirks, clearly loving this dynamic. You bring your hands down to his black jeans, kneading at the fabric separating the two of you.

"You're so cute when you beg," He chuckles before stepping back. He takes off his shirt in the slowest way possible, teasing you as every inch of fabric reveals more and more of his toned body. He then unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of the hoops before tossing it aside. His jeans then follow suit, left discarded to the side. "Get up darling," He takes your hand and pulls you up before bending you over the table. He runs a hand over the curve of your ass before leaning down, his cock pressing up against your thigh. "You're gonna take everything I'm gonna give you, right?"

"Yes," You whine softly making him chuckle lowly.

"Good girl," He pats your ass, not hard, but just as a form of praise. He rubs the head of his cock against your folds a few times before finally easing inside you. He nestles his cock nice and deep, resting there for a while as you moan softly. He begins to slowly move in and out of you, once again following the pace of the music, but each thrust is deep and hard, making the table jiggle. As you rest against the table your eyes roll back, your lip tucked between your teeth.

"Just like that," You moan, "It feels so good," Your voice is higher pitched than usual, showing your desperation and pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that?" He smirks, his voice taunting. "When I fuck deep," He punctuates his words with a deep thrust, your body jumping up the table.

"Fuck!" You bury your face into your arm. "Yes, please don't stop!" You cry out as his hips move faster. The thing about Minho's thrusts is that he doesn't just go fast and hard, he has a method to how he thrusts, almost like rolling his hips, so his cock rubs up against all the right places. You feel your legs begin to tremble again, shaking beneath you.

"You close baby?" He teases, whispering in your ear, "But we just started baby," He chuckles, his hand slithers around to your clit. "It's alright, I'll have plenty of time to tease you later tonight," He growls in your ear as he rubs your clit harder and faster. "c'mon baby, let it out," He encourages in a low voice as your head begins to spin. You feel the crash of your orgasm as you let out long and high pitched moans. "Good girl," He praises before letting out a groan, emptying inside you. "fuck, yes, take it baby," He buries himself inside you, riding out the waves of pleasure with you.

After catching your breath he pulls himself up and gently slips out of you. "There, how you feeling now?" He smiles as he watches you get up, your head spinning.

"Above the fucking clouds," you chuckle and he laughs at you.

"So what were you cooking?" He says as he walks over the counter, still naked, making you chuckle to yourself.

"I was going to surprise you with your favorite meal for dinner," you smile as you sit down on the chair. Minho puts on a little apron to cover himself before washing his hands and continuing to cook dinner for you.

"Gosh, well I guess I spoiled the surprise,"

[bamboobooshark]

okay so i normally don’t req cause i get really anxious ab if i’ve done smth horrible in my request but i think a kurt wagner x reader where kurt gets really frustrated because the bamfs are like REALLY babied by reader and hes okay with this until they get too comfortable to the point theres millions of the little blue guys in his bed at night, always under his feet, clinging to his partner.. yk just EVERYWHERE and he can never js be with his love alone!!

KURT WAGNER • 💜

Never Alone || 1.1 K Words || P.G. Rating || Fandom: Marvel (X-Men)

Author’s Note: Oh my goodness, anon! Please never be afraid to send in requests. I adore this one heavily! It’s super creative and an amazing idea. I promise writers love receiving requests because not only can we learn from our readers about what they like, but we can also help form your ideas into fics!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Kurt gets a little frustrated but nothing too serious, Fluffy Kurt, Pet Names, One of the bamfs bite Kurt.

You click your tongue as a few of the little bamfs crawled and hopped around the living room floor. Kurt sat next to you with an arm around your shoulder. He taps his fingers impatiently on the area between your shoulder and collarbone. “I’d like it if we could watch our little movie now, darling,” he says in a slight growl. A little frown forms on your lips. “I know, Kurt. Just give me a second! I want a few of the bamfs to cuddle with,” you tell him. The second the bamfs hear you say “cuddle,” four of them immediately came to crawl up onto you. Some of them use your pajama pants like a cat tree. Their little claws nick the cloth while they chitter and babble. The others teleport onto you. One lied on each of your shoulders and the other two lied in your lap. Kurt rolled his eyes in annoyance. His bottom lip subconsciously pushes out in a pout. The way his eyes glow like a warm lantern didn’t hide his expression at all. You chuckle when you notice it. “Are you jealous by any chance?” you ask. Kurt looks at you and sighs. “No. Not jealous. I simply like to have you all to myself,” he shrugs. Definitely jealous. Your eyebrows go up in amusement and you slowly shake your head. You start the movie and settle against your fuzzy, blue boyfriend.

About fifteen minutes in, a few of the bamfs start pawing at your socks. They chitter and chirp at you. You’re too zoned in on the movie to notice. Kurt attempts to nudge them away with his foot. One of them hisses at him aggressively. He mutters some profanity under his breath. He tries to lovingly squeeze your shoulder, but the bamf laying on it bit him. The mutant sucked in air from behind his teeth. “One of your ‘babies’ has just bitten me,” he told you, his tail flicking against your leg. “Huh?” you said thoughtlessly. “One of the bamfs bit me,” he told you once more. You let out a little gasp as Kurt shows you the bite mark on his hand. “Ah, Kurt. I’m sorry,” you coo to him. You carefully take all four of the bamfs off of you and sigh when you stand up. “Let’s go clean that up,” you say to him. He smiles as you lead him to the bathroom. He can finally be alone with you! He hates to seem so possessive over you, but it gets to a point where having all those mini versions of him begin to annoy him. Espically when they get all of your love and affection instead of him. Kurt stands behind you in the bathroom as you search through the cabinets. You grab some disinfectant and bandages to keep the bite from getting all nasty. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. You giggle softly and turn to kiss his cheek. “You are all over me,” you sigh. “Just like your little bamfs,” he chirps at you. His tail wraps around your thigh. “My little bamfs?” you question. He nods against your neck. “They’re always on you and never on me. They hate me like teenagers seemingly hate their parents.” he quips. You shrug in agreement. He’s right. “Not to ignore your complaint, but we need to take care of your little wound,” you tell him. He lifts his harmed hand from off your waist and looks at it. “Mmh. I suppose so,” he hums.

As you finish dressing his wound, the sound of the bamfs’ little paws padding along the hard floor outside of the bathroom. They chirp, Kurt groans. In a split second, several of them are in the bathroom with you and Kurt. “Is there any way you could get them to leave?” he asks pitifully. You look at him, biting back your bottom lip. “I don’t know. I mean, I can try,” you drag out without an ounce of confidence in your tone. You turn to the bamfs and there they sit. They’re lined up together like lovebirds on a branch. Their big, yellow eyes begging you to pet them, to let them stay. You put your hands on your hips like an authority figure. And…

You just can’t! You can’t bring yourself to tell them to leave! They’re too cute. You start to awe over them, getting down and petting each of them. “I’m sorry, my little ones! I wasn’t trying to scare you. I promise I still love you,” you say in a high-pitched voice. Kurt groans into his hands. He can’t blame you, though. He knows how much you love the bamfs. You turn around at the sound of his annoyance. “Sorry,” you mouth with a guilty expression in your face. He rubs his hands together before dragging them down his face. “Could we go to bed now, darling? I’m getting tired,” he asks. His eyes spoke to you. He truly wanted to be alone with you. It seemed like an impossible concept, but you’d do anything to see Kurt calm for once in a while. You walk over to him, the bamfs following behind you like ducklings would follow their mother. “Of course we can,” you whisper. Your hands rest against the fluff of his face as you kiss his forehead. His tail flicks and he chitters softly.

You two get to your shared bedroom, the bamfs still following you around. You carefully pluck them off of your body before placing them outside of the door. “If you guys stay out, I’ll give you some treats, okay?” you offer in a loving, soft tone. They chitter and nod before scurrying away. Kurt is sitting on the bed, waiting for you with wide eyes. You chuckle at the goofy sight and cock an eyebrow curiously. “I don’t have a single clue how you managed that,” he whispered. You stood silent for a moment before shrugging. You make your way over while Kurt lifts the blanket for you. You smile gently and rubbed your face against his chest. “Finally alone,” he hummed happily. You ran your hands through the fur on his back. Your fingers trailed down to the spot where his tail connected to his spine and scratched it. His body tensed slightly before relaxing, his tail wrapping around your forearm. “That’s nice,” he tells you before kissing your forehead. You let out a huff of air into his fur. Kurt wraps his arms around you to hold you closer. After a while of cuddling, kissing, and petting, you and Kurt are left alone with the soft hum of the ceiling fan and each other’s breathing.

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[m30wk1ttycat]

piloowtalk cuddling with anyaa....... anndd laying on her chest and and umm ummm loving her but reader is overly sleepy and anya finds it cute jejejah

this is such a cute req, anon !! hope i got it right :3

gn!reader x anya; pre-crash and pre-assault. reader is implied to be working w swansea and daisuke.

the second you finally entered the sleeping quarters - anya's sleeping quarters, where you'd usually spend the night and then wake up super early and head back to yours so you didn't get caught - you practically threw yourself onto the bed. you could've sworn you heard it creak under your weight.

anya laid down next to you, chuckling. "careful now."

"this is me being careful," you grumbled as you crawled on top of her. your head laid on her chest, her heart right against your ear. thump, thump, thump..

"how'd your day go? daisuke still a pain?" there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"mm. he's okay. he's learning - getting better." you shifted your position slightly. "what 'bout you?"

"horrible, love," she drawled. "i spent all day without you, can you believe that?"

"cheesy."

"doesn't change the fact that it's the truth!" she argued.

the sound of you snickering was muffled by the fabric of her striped turtleneck. anya's laughter, however, wasn't as stifled as yours was.

silence filled the room once the laughter passed.

then anya's voice: "i missed you."

before you could open your mouth to even try to utter a single word, she continued; "you'll spend the night, right? like always?"

"i missed you, too, babe. and yeah, i'll stay. always," you promised.

although you couldn't see it, she smiled, just as sweet as all the other smiles she'd shoot your way whenever she was in your presence. "good."

she reached up, her hand tangling in your hair - unwashed, as you'd been too busy with work that day. you took a mental note to take a quick shower before going to sleep. that was, unless you managed to fall asleep first, which you doubted would happen. you weren't that exhausted. no, nope. you could keep your eyes open for a little while longer - surely.

but you could feel her nails scratching deliciously at your scalp, only making your eyes flutter shut; you could feel her chest vibrate as she chuckled at your sleepiness. the exhaustion from working all day, fixing everything that daisuke somehow managed to fuck up, was getting to you - anya could see that, even with her poor eyesight. maybe you couldn't keep your eyes open for a little while longer.

"so cute," she murmured under her breath. not something she intended to actually say, but it was out, and she wasn't gonna take it back if it was the truth - unless she said something unprofessional to the captain.

"anya, c'mon," you whined, much to the girl's amusement.

"what? i'm not doing anything," she insisted, "just stating the obvious."

head lifting up from her chest, you shot her a glare. it looked more like a betrayed look that a child would give to a parent after they refused to buy them candy.

"cute."

your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. not that you minded her compliments - no, you never minded any compliment from her meant for you -, it just sounded so.. unserious. "anyaaa!"

"i'll stop, i swear," she said; a lie, she was well aware of that. but it wasn't like she was planning on telling you. you'd just have to find out.

"promise?"

"promise," she echoed.

"go to sleep, y/n. i'll wake you up in the morning."

that was all it took for you to place your head back down, her chest your pillow, her heartbeat music to your ears. thump, thump, thump..

she caressed your hair. again, cute.

"good night."

[blue-jisungs]

hiii I love your work and I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers/academic rivals to lovers for nct wish?

f2l/academic rivals to lovers + when they fell for you ♡

# author's note … that’s such a long ass title i’m crying LMAO prolly the longest one i’ve written BUT i decided to combine the two reqs i got bc they just seemed to fit right, yknow? so thank you anon for rqing n i hope you don’t mind i merged it w a diff one ~~

# warnings ... wearing and threatening to punch someone (jaehee), sion's is longer than others lmfao sorry <//3 its a bit ... not detailed? i didnt wanna turn it into a mf essay so sorry if some bits seem chopped!

┆彡 SION [ 시온 ]  

sion was a friend of a friend with whom you just clicked right away. you two became inseparable, the boy’s clinginess just triggering whenever he was with you. and while you loved hanging out with him, lately you noticed a slight change in his behavior. like, for example, pulling you closer whenever a guy looks at you. 

sure, it was normal for him to hang his arm around your neck when you were walking or standing next to each other. or to hold your arm. but every now and then, his hand would interlock with yours only replying with “what? friends do that all the time” when you shoot him a puzzled look. 

your other friends pointed it out to you. because at first, you just thought he’s being protective. giving you his jacket when you were cold or wearing shorts. holding your hand. sometimes even resting his hand on the small of your back (which gave you butterflies, weird). cuddling or hugging. but apparently, it was jealousy. 

you started noticing it too. whenever you wanted to ask someone for something, he’d do it. his large hands were always on you in some way, eyes as well. he was acting like your boyfriend.

“sion, do you see that guy?” you asked once, deciding to call him out. his brows furrowed instantly, looking. “the one with a cute smile… and a red hoodie. yeah, that one”

“mhm. what about him? was he bothering you?” is he acting weird?” he asked, sending the guy a cold look. 

“no. i think he’s cute. but i’m too shy to go ask him for his number… could you do that for me?” you asked sweetly. sion’s fist tightened but he stood up without a word and approached the guy. you observed the faces, a mix of anger and shock visible. when sion came back, his hand landed on your waist with a satisfying smirk. you asked how that went but he said the guy was uninterested. 

after a while, when sion went to the bathroom, you decided to approach the guy and ask him what sion said. 

“he said you’re taken by him. like, you’re his girlfriend. so i should stop staring” he explained and walked away. 

sion came back from the bathroom and saw you, arms crossed and a frown on your face.

“sion, why do you keep acting like you’re my boyfriend? i’ll let the hand holding slide, hell, even the cuddling. but telling people we’re a couple? how many times have you done this? why… why are you doing that?” you asked it right away, too angry too hold it in. his smile dropped, heart speeding up.

“i… i like you, okay? i was too anxious to get rejected and… i don’t know, i was too jealous. i didn’t even want to think that someone else might be interested in you” he explained, whining. 

“you like me?” you blinked. right. it all made sense. it wasn't platonic jealousy. 

“yeah, i did ever since yush brought you over that one game night!” sion grunted and sat down next to you, grabbing your hand “sorry i did that, i just so angry and… it’s the first time. and last time. i promise. i’ll… i’ll stop seeing you if you’re uncomfortable…”

“sion. i’ll be honest, i’m… i never really thought about you in that way” you said and saw how his breath hitched, so you quickly corrected yourself “but i can give it a try. i like the way you hold me and how much fun we have together. we can give it a try. you can tell people now”

“wh… what?” his eyes widened and you nodded.

“but please, let’s take it slow–” you started

“can i kiss you? he cut in. if he was a puppy, his tail would be swinging like crazy. you broke into a smile and nodded. sion wasted no time and kissed you as if the world was ending in 10 minutes. 

┆彡 RIKU [ 前田 陸 ]  

on the first day of high school riku sat next to you. and it just stayed like that. you didn’t really talk much for the first two years, just occasionally asking questions. but in later years, you started noticing his stuff is all… decorated with sanrio stickers. once you commented it’s cute and his cheeks just burned with a red shade as he stuttered that it’s his sister’s doings. suddenly you whipped out a chococat sticker and put it on his pencil case. he just grinned. slowly, you started decorating his stuff too. you got closer and started doodling with him during the classes, gossiping and chatting. somehow you didn’t get scolded, able to know when to stop. riku became more than a seatmate and definitely more than a friend, which hit you hard when once he didn’t come to school because he was sick. the day he got back you hugged him and sat down, the lesson starting. you wrote down in his textbook, with a pink pen, and started a conversation. 

“riku i need to tell you something”

“you missed me”

“no”

“then don’t tell me :D”

“i will anyways :D” 

you hesitated and sent him a shy look, covering your face with your hand. then, you wrote down with a shaky and sweaty palm.

“i like you, more than a friend” 

riku dropped his pen - the sound echoing in a quiet classroom. and when he rose his head up from picking it up, his head banged against the desk. a loud bang was followed by a whine and you leaned in to wrap your hands around his head while holding back a laugh. 

he looked up, teary eyed, and snuggled into your touch. then he grabbed the pen and messily wrote down. 

“i like you too” 

he felt your breath stop and added

“why do you think i decided to sit next to you on the first day?”

┆彡 YUSHI [ 得能勇志 ]  

tokuno yushi… the name rang in your ears as you stepped into the room. you were doing competitive dancing for a while now and you were definitely the most female member of your group. yushi, however, was the most famous male member. the workshop that held the classes you were attending decided to hold a competition, the winner’s prize being a scholarship to a professional dance school. 

the competition was for both genders, so you were aware to stumble against yushi somewhere. hell, you knew he’d be in finals too. you never met him personally but you acknowledged each other. which is why, when he’s performing now, you’re getting worried. he’s really fucking good.

once he came off stage, he sent you a smirk. 

“good luck. don’t trip” he hummed and nudged your shoulder slightly when passing you. with a huff, you walked away. what an asshole.

after your performance, it was time to wait for the judges to make a decision. you sat in the hallway in front of yushi. he looked up, smug smile on his lips.

“listen, don’t feel sad if you don’t win. i gave all my best, there’s no way of topping that” yushi hummed.

“yeah? who asked” you grunted and saw a flash of offense on his face. the judges called you in. just the two of you, not even the other person.

“we have a dilemma, really. both of you are extremely good. but we only can offer one scholarship majoring in solo competitive dance” the judge said “however, we have an idea. either you both agree on being placed in second place and win $100…”

you peeked and yushi who just rolled his eyes.

“...or you two agree to do a duo dance and we can make a deal with the dance school” 

a moment passed by before you realized the judges were waiting for your answers.

“i… i’m fine with that” you hummed. the scholarship was your dream, you won't let some random-angry for no reason-boy jeopardize your chance. yushi’s eyes widened but he nodded.

“me too.”

“we’re set them. you have three weeks to choose and practice a choreography” 

with that, you left the room. you exchanged looks with yushi. suddenly, he pulled out his phone and handed it to you. 

“type your number, we’ll discuss it over texts. i don’t feel like talking to you right now” he grunted, looking away.

“rude” you scoffed and did that anyway. he left without saying goodbye.

since you wanted to use all of the time you had for practice, you met the next day with a set song. 

even though yushi didn’t like you, his heart fluttered when you first started practicing the dance. your hands were so soft and gently with him, he never witnessed that before. having you up close, hand resting on your waist… made his stomach swirl with butterflies. he didn’t know what was happening and he wasn't sure if he liked it - but he knew that by the end of the three week practice period, you’ll be his. 

┆彡 JAEHEE [ 재희 ]  

“the fuck you mean you’re leaving?” your voice broke, arms crossed on your chest and clawing into your skin. 

daeyoung sighed, looking down. he couldn’t handle the look you were giving him. the look of someone he loved ever since childhood. the look of someone who just heard that their best friend is leaving them. to pursue his dreams. 

“i’m sorry but i, i don’t know. it’s just so sudden, i didn’t even know they want me there now, well… in a week” he mumbled, heart doing somersaults in his chest. 

he’s going to seoul to pursue his trainee dream. to achieve success and do something he’s passionate about. his plan was to ask you out and then apply but… he got too lost in the moment and applied earlier… passed auditions… without confessing yet. 

“you can’t leave me, hee” you broke down, quickly wiping your tears. daeyoung finally looked up - and that was a mistake. he always hated to see you cry but… for the first time he was the one who made you cry. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just… i…” he didn’t even know what to say “i need to tell you before i leave, y/n”

you shook your head, turning around. you didn’t want to look at him right now–

“i love you. i always did. and i should’ve done it sooner, i should’ve confessed before but i didn’t have the courage and now… now i don’t have anything to lose” daeyoung  mumbled and tears blurred his visions as well. you looked at him through your shoulder, quiet “y/n… please…”

you just walked up and looked him in the eye, biting on your lip. million thoughts were racing in your head. 

“please say something… anything, please” he begged, chest rising up and down irregularly in panic.

“i wanna fucking punch you right now” you grunted and suddenly captured his lips in a sweet kiss. daeyoung  was taken aback, not sure how to respond. the feeling of your plush lips knocked air out of his lungs, he didn’t know what to do - not like he knew in the first place, not having been kissed before. 

you leaned away and buried your head in his chest.

“it’s okay. we’ll think of something. i’ll go with you” you mumbled. and daeyoung  took that as a quiet ‘i love you too’. even though he loved you since forever, this moment made him fall even more. 

┆彡 RYO [ 廣瀬遼 ]  

neither of you know how it happened. ever since middle school ryo and you were rivals in terms of academic successes. in every subject, since little kids, you were bragging who’s better and who got a better grade. you were quite peaceful during classes doing your thing but during the breaks, you’d start comparing your scores. if one failed a bit, the other would laugh. if one succeeded, the other would roll their eyes and leave. pure rivalry, no feeling attached. ryo thought you were smart, though. he didn’t hate you (even though he acted as if you were his archnemesis), he even quite liked you. you were witty and funny, pretty too. but he always scratched it off, too distracted by a fact that you both won the first place in competitions - resulting in sharing prizes and posing to pictures together, faking smiles. 

once you were paired to do a project on your school, a presentation. because every teacher knew you and decided to pick you out as school representatives. and as much as you hated that, you had to invite him over to work on it. 

which is why ryo was currently spinning on your chair and looking at all the posters in your room. it was quite nice too see what you’re passionate about and what kind of music do you like.

“can you like, focus? i really don’t wanna do this either” you grunted and despite your mean tone, you handed him a bowl of fruit. 

his heart melted at the gesture and he accepted it, popping a grape into his mouth. 

“then stop trying so hard. your grades will drop and they’ll give me a new partner” he snickered and watched you turn on powerpoint.

“yeah, you wish. you’d miss me too much, smartypants” you teased and focused on your laptop screen. ryo halted his moves, barely chewing on the grape.

you were right. 

he wouldn’t like anyone to replace you. he liked that. he liked the rivalry, the snickering, the teasing.

he liked you.  

“are you done eating, hirose? chop chop” you sighed and patted the spot next to you. 

with a goofy smile that left you puzzled, he joined you. you don’t have to know about this now, he’ll tease you for a bit longer.

┆彡 SAKUYA [ 藤永咲哉 ]  

he’s your rival - not necessarily an academic one, though. it all started when you joined the baking club he was in and everyone started swooning over your baked goods. like, hello?! he’s right here?! it turned into rivalry once he started decorating his sweets extra fancy. you did too. the members of your club just giggle, always eager to try both of your products. glaring daggers your day, sakuya was once shocked when you approached him. 

“it’s not like i’m curious or whatever… can i try your bread?” you asked, pointing at the pink sourdough bread with sakura shaped cracks. he only nodded, taken aback too deeply to respond. it was the first time you tasted something. after you did, you just muttered a quiet ‘it’s really good’ 

after that, you two started slowly bonding over your food. form time to time you’d share recipes and over time, sakuya asked you to come to his place and bake together.

it was a bit chaotic, despite both of you being good bakers. flour and sugar everywhere, the countertop sticky with honey. sakuya was looking at you softly, observing how you’re decorating the cupcakes with whipped cream. 

“sprinkles, please” you reached your hand out and met his gaze on you “what?”

“nothing, um” he cleared his throat and gave you the pink sparkles. the moment your hands met, sakuya’s cheeks blushed. 

he realized that watching you in your element, baking and enjoying yourself… was something he could see forever. how pretty you looked and how… 

“am i dirty? you keep staring, saku” you grunted, raising your brow. there was i see a bit of whipped cream on your lips.

“there’s a little bit…” he whispered and gently wiped the cream with his thumb, his ebony eyes not leaving your lips. his breath hitched, blinking slowly. “can i kiss you…?” 

you nodded and allowed him to lean closer. he was shy, almost unsure. so you kissed him back, showing that you’re into that. sakuya smiled into the kiss and leaned away, cheeks flaring. you tasted sweeter than any cupcake he’s ever baked and he wouldn’t mind kissing you everyday.

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“mm.. your not going anywhere. get back here” paige mumbled into azzis shoulder as she tightened her grip on her waist, pulling the girl towards herself.

“paige i have to get up i told you. i havent texted my parents all night, they are gonna think you kidnapped me,” the brunette jokes, giggling slightly. “paige- oh my gosh” the brunette says trying not to laugh, while also being slightly irritated that she cannot get up. she eventually gives into the blondes touch, smiling. “dont worry paigey im right here. not going anywhere.”

the two girls have been friends, teammates, and practically sisters for the past three years. they had both felt feelings for each other ever since they got closer, when paige was a senior in highschool. although they felt this way, they never told anyone except those who were very close to them. family, friends, and teammates were all very supportive but the girls didnt want to tell the media just yet. they liked keeping what they had special, and they didnt want the media to twist anything, their relationship was perfect the way it was.

“you better not,” paige mumbles. her voice is husky and low. “you know i miss you like a bitch when your not visiting right? i need all the azzi time i can get.” she says pulling the girl even closer to herself, earning a giggle from the brunette. “and you better come to Uconn, or else…” paige threatens azzi, jokingly.

“oh yea?” azzi asks smirking to herself. “and what would you do if i didnt commit next year..?” the older blonde gets clearly upset at the idea of being without the brunette and her demeanor quickly changes. before she knows it, azzi is being flipped over onto her back. paige hovers over her, smiling down at her. “take it back..” she taunts azzi.

“wha- paige” she says starting to laugh, “i was just joking i promise its not that serious.” she tries to escape from under paige to lie back down but only gets denied when paige grabs her wrists and pins them above her head. “hmmm” she says leaning into azzis ear. “i didnt like that joke, it wasnt very funny..”

“i-” azzi swallows. “i was just kidding paige..i-i already said that.”

“and i heard you the first time baby..” paige says leaning down to leave a trail of kisses down her jawline. “so i said take it back..” slowly her kisses move down to her neck. azzi throws her head back, allowing paige more access to her neck. paige lets out a low laugh at this, starting to leave little bites and marks all over her neck.

“it.. was just a joke. im not going to take it back” azzi doesnt budge. she doesnt understand why all of a sudden paige got so worked up, but shes not complaining. it was rare paige had her dorm to herself, but tonight was special. azzi loved cuddling, but she was secretly hoping that something different would happen tonight…

paige kept placing kisses and love bites on her neck, driving azzi wild. she took a hand and snuck it just under azzis sweatshirt, placing it just above the waistband of azzis sweats.. well technically paiges sweats. “paige-”

paige immediately stopped and looked up at azzi. “yes baby?” she was concerned about why azzi stopped her. did she want her to stop? maybe she wasn’t in the mood anymore, which would have been totally fine with paige, but that wasnt the case.

“i love you.” is all she said before putting her head back down on the pillow. paige smiled and broke the waistband of azzis sweats with her middle finger and ring finger. “i love you too baby.. just lay back for me”

sorry this is so short loves. congrats if you read all the way through, and any interaction is appreciated <3 please dont be shy to drop reqs in my anon, or message me! of course also dont be shy to be “too specific” i want to make you guys as happy as i can with my writing. tips also appreciated always

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Heart on Loan - Yunho

KINKTOBER DAY 16, REQ. BY anon

~"Hi I'd like to request a Yunho Mafia fic. The reader pisses him off in some way and now she had to pay him back by working for him. At first he's really mean to her but then starts to be attracted and that's when the smut starts. The reader is also a virgin and doesn't have any experience being in a relationship or talking to guys. I hope that's not too much!"

pairing: mafia leader!yunho x fem!reader

genre: 18+, mafia au, filth ish

summary: you piss off the most dangerous person in the city... only to spend the most memorable night with him, after supposedly working for him to pay your debt off.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: mafia au, dom!yunho, virgin!reader, deepthroating, fingering, oral (m), head pushing, hair *pulling/tangling*, teasing slightly, he's a cocky one, making out, mentions of guns, missionary, implied 2nd round, use of pet names, slight possessiveness, unprotected (boo use protection irl), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, unedited.

Author's Note: Mafia Yunho is chef's kiss idc what y'all say and idc that this fic is damn short but omfg... I need this man in my life *sigh* why do I not bump into pretty and tall men that would make me pay off my own sillt debt and fucking them later in my life 😞😞 I'm so sorry words slipped out of my mouth upsi. Anyways, anon, I hope yoh like it !

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The city had a heartbeat of its own, a relentless pulse of neon lights and shadowed alleyways where secrets and power moved in. You knew it well, though you’d never been bold enough to dip more than a toe into its murky underbelly. That was, until tonight.

You’d been passing through the dimly lit streets, minding your own business, when fate—or rather, an unfortunate case of bad timing and bad attitude—threw you directly in Yunho's path. Yunho was the city’s most notorious Mafia leader, his name spoken in whispers by even the bravest. Some said his fortune was built on power, manipulation, and charm as dangerous as his temper. But none of that registered with you in the moment you bumped into him and, in a flustered reaction, spilled coffee on his impeccable suit.

There was a silence so thick you could feel it pressing against your lungs. You had barely glanced up when you realized the towering figure before you, the dangerous gleam in his eyes, and the ominous smirk pulling at his lips. Your blood ran cold as he inspected his now-ruined clothes, a dark promise flickering behind his expression.

"You’ve got some nerve," he finally muttered, his voice soft but sharp enough to cut through the heavy night air. You felt his gaze drilling into you, appraising, as if deciding your fate. Without another word, he stepped closer, towering over you.

“I’m… really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to—” you stammered, but he cut you off with a smirk that sent chills down your spine.

“Oh, you will be,” he said, his tone dark yet almost amused, and something inside you told you that your apology wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s call this… a debt. And you’re going to work it off.”

That was how it all began. Within days, you found yourself stepping into a new life, a strange, thrilling, and utterly terrifying world at Yunho’s command. The rules were strict, and the punishment for mistakes even stricter. You had no idea what you'd be asked to do next, whether it was tracking contacts, running errands, or, most frequently, dealing with his endless collection of firearms. It was in these moments, whenever you were alone with him, that Yunho’s intensity seemed to turn up a notch.

The rough edges of his demeanor wore on you, his biting sarcasm and occasional harshness drawing out every ounce of your patience and nerves. But gradually, you began to notice something beyond the intimidation. In the way he watched you, sometimes with an intensity that felt heavier than his threats, there was something almost like curiosity.

Days passed, and your debt stretched on, keeping you ensnared in Yunho’s world. But one night, as you were organizing his cache of sleek, dangerous-looking firearms in his private room, the silence between you felt charged, more potent than ever. Yunho was watching you from the doorway, arms crossed, the smallest hint of a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Do you know what you’re holding there?” he asked, his tone softer than usual as he took a step toward you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to focus on the task, feeling his gaze travel from your hands to your face, lingering just a little too long. He was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the faint cologne that seemed to fit him all too well. You struggled to keep your attention on the weapon you were packing, but your pulse betrayed you, hammering in your chest like a warning.

Without a word, Yunho reached over, his fingers brushing yours as he adjusted the weapon in your grip. His touch sent a jolt through you, making it hard to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. You’d been cautious around him, knowing he was dangerous in more ways than one, but you hadn’t expected the casual, unexpected intimacy he was capable of. He lingered, his fingers tracing over yours with a gentleness that seemed foreign for someone so ruthless. And you couldn’t look away.

“Shy, huh?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he leaned closer, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement—and something else. You felt a knot of tension twist in your stomach, unsure if it was fear or something far more dangerous, but Yunho didn’t pull back. If anything, he moved closer, a teasing smile curving his lips as he caught your gaze.

“You make me want to forget every rule I’ve ever made.” your eyed widened at his words, not knowing what he meant.

Oh.. yeah. The rule.. of not having any kind of affair with one another. Did he possibly mean.. that one?

For a split second, the entire world seemed to melt away, leaving just you and him in that small, dimly lit room. It was a line you knew you shouldn't cross, a tension you shouldn’t indulge. But as he stayed close, his fingers lightly grazing yours again, you realized you weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop.

"Your heart is... racing" Yunho smirks, pressing his fingers lightly against your wrist, feeling your pulse quicken under his touch, “You want this too, don’t you?”

Your lips part to respond but words falter, looking away, and he chuckles.

Yunho's hands traveled from your wrist to your hand, then to your shoulder and collarbone, “Don’t go shy on me now. I want to hear you say it.”

"I-" you tried to say.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Getting all silent on me?” he confidently said, as your eyes instantly chose a random spot on a wall to look at, rather to make eye contact with him. His right hand rode up your neck, resting there for a second, then went for your chin and he made you look at him.

“Come on… look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes when you blush like that.”

"I- uh"

"Say it." he said, authority conveyed in his words.

"I haven't done this.. b-before." you stuttered, eyes wandering around.

He looked at you, slightly confused. “So… you’re telling me you’re a virgin?”

“I don’t want you to think… I’m not interested. I’m just… not experienced.” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, embarrassed of your words.

“Trust me, I’d never assume that.” he leans in, voice droping, “But if anything, it makes me want to go slower… yeah. I’ll take my time with you… make sure you feel every second of it. That’s a promise.”

---

The atmosphere suddenly got heavier as his hands rode up and down on your body, feeling you up.

He took a small step back, his gaze softening as he let out a slow breath, as though grounding himself. “You have no idea how much I want this,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if even saying the words too loudly might break the spell between you.

With a tenderness that surprised you, he traced his hands up your arms, letting them settle on your waist as he gently lifted you, your body instinctively wrapping around him. His movements were deliberate yet unhurried, carrying you as if you were something delicate, precious.

The quiet thud of the door closing behind him, the warmth of his touch, and the way his breath lingered near your neck all heightened the sense of intimacy. The room was cast in dim light, shadows dancing along the walls, adding a surreal quality to the moment. Every brush of his fingers, every whispered breath, seemed to amplify the silence between you.

Gently, he lowered you onto the bed, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. His fingers trailed lightly over your cheek, tracing your jaw.

In that moment, you felt safe, even if hr was the most dangerous person in your city.. if not even in the country.

Your hands left his shoulders as he backed off for a second, taking in the view. He then started to slowly undress himself, taking his sweet time.

"L-let me.. help you" you suddenly said, not even expecting your own words to slip out. He giggled at your words and stopped, letting you do it. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling up his muscles. His shoulders are broad and heavily built, signaling his strength and resilience. His chest muscles are well-defined, showing the dense training that shapes his form, while his biceps and triceps look strong and hardened, giving him an imposing presence. His abs are chiseled, likely from rigorous workouts and possibly some close-call encounters. Every part of him exudes power, from his veined forearms to the taut muscles of his back, showcasing the blend of elegance and intensity fitting for someone who commands respect and fear. Though, his soft skin was tainted by some pretty harsh scars, probably from cuts or bullets he got hit by in combat. You then got to his pants and well.. it went kind of.. downhill from there.

"Let's see what you're capable of, sweetie. Don't worry.. I'll guide you." he said as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles and pushing them away. He then got rid of his briefs and oh god.. he was *huge*. His hand hovered over your head and urged you down on your knees, right in front of his cock. You innocently looked up at him, like you didn't fucking enjoy every second of it, while being entirely freaked out.

Your hands rode up his thighs and got to his cock, slowly pumping it. As you were looking at him, your eyes widened as he signaled you to... suck. "It won't be that hard, I promise..." he whispered as he guided your head to his cock, your lips parting against the red, leaking tip. You started to softly suck on it, not sure if you could take all of his length. You deepened a bit, leaving sloppy trails of kisses whenever you got to his tip. You liked his length from the base all the way to the shaft, sucking on his tip multiple times before he.. got slightly bored of it. "Sweetie..?"

"Mhm?" you muffle, his cock inches deep in your mouth.

"Let's... try a bit more " he said as he pushed himself slowly deep down your throat, gagging on it while he thrusted forwards in your mouth. He didn't seem like the man to be noisy but.. muffled sounds and whines could be heard from above you. His hand tangled in your hair as he started rapidly fsce-fucking you, catching his high.

"Don't stop.." he said and braced his hands in your hair and on your head and deepthroated you, making you gag multiple times on it. He was not.. the most gentle person, but you also loved it so, no need for him to be gentle. Your hands were holding tightily ok his thighs, and as he fucked your mouth a couple more times, he came right down your throat and in your mouth. When he pulled out, silky white cum dripped off your lips. He kneeled down in front of you and wiped it off, moment to distract you from his hand going under you, lifting you up. He threw you on the bed and undressed you, hastily.

"Let me spoil you, pretty." he said and pushed you on your back, crawling over to you. His lips found yours, and in a matter of time while he was making out with you, his hand found it's way between your legs. He stopped for a moment to look at you. and when you nodded, he didn't hesitate any longer. He inserted one finger in, then the second one. He slowly started pumping them in and out while still kissing you, feeling each and every of your muffled and quiet moans. It was not long before he started fingering your rapidly, helping you catch your high. But.. that wasn't his plan. In fact, his plans was to only.. stretch you out for his length. So that when he felt you'd be prepped enough for him, he pulled back for a moment and guided his cock to your entrance, then slowly pushed himself in. Your hands held thightly onto the linen as he bottomed down, his length and girth stretching you the fuck out.

"Tell me... if you want me to stop" he said but.. he didn't mean it. You also never planned in making him stop so, you nodded, not answering him. That simply was the easiest way of telling him you wanted to be fucked dumb by him, to which he compiled.

His hands found their way to your waist, burying himself deep down in you. His eyes widened as you put your legs over his waist, missionary style. He smirked, going even faster than he was before.

"I- Yunho!" you moaned his name, tears forming in your eyes as he bottomed down every time he thrusted into you.

"I'm close, sweetie... you feel so damn good, I might as well go fucking insane." he said as he let his torso down to yours, his lips finding their way to your collarbones, leaving soft kisses which transformed into harsh marks, where he sucked your skin. He fucked you a couple more times before coming undone right in front of you and in you, feeling yourself getting absolutely filled up by his load. You, too, also came as soon as you felt his cock pulse in you. He whined out when he felt your walls clench tightly on his cock, draining him out. He fucked you through his and your orgasm, then slowly came to a stop.

He pulled out and stepped back for a moment, admiring his work. Your pretty, fucked out, teary face, and your cunt dripping with both of your juices.

"You look so damn hot like this.. might as well go for another round, if you're up for it?" Yunho said, a little bit too excited about it as his cock hardened again.

"P-please.. I need you" you whined out, dirty thoughts flooding in your mind.

"You didn't have a choice anyway.. I gotta show you just how much you pissed me off when you ruined my favourite suit, sweeheart." he said and leaned in for a kiss, to which he lifted you up in his embrace.

The night was just about to start and... ironically, you felt safer and wanted in the nicest way by the most dangerous person in the city.

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missing lottienat like a mf only you can cure this...would you do a bot of them and user spending like a self care day together? precharsh maybe? just lazing around all day, watching movies, wearing pjs, doing something crafty (nat somehow absolutley fucks it up) and OH lottie making them some rich girl ass cocktails...i love them so bad

i understand you have a lot of reqs on your plate though so just a small reassurance to take as much time as you need, you're killing it!!

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“you know, for someone who owns, like, a million of these, you barely ever paint your nails, lottie!”

nat’s voice is lazy, her head tipped back as she sinks further into lottie’s ridiculously plush couch and examines her freshly painted nails: a deep shade of red. she twists the cap back onto the bottle, smirking as lottie’s voice drifts in from the kitchen, where she’s currently mixing up some kind of fancy cocktails.

“that’s what i have you for,” she teases, the clink of ice against glass punctuating her words. her tv still hums in the background, playing some cheesy rom-com none of you are really paying attention to.

nat huffs a laugh, wiggling her fingers in front of you. “what do you think? not bad, right?” you eye her nails skeptically. the color is nice, but the polish is a little uneven, the edges messy. nat follows your gaze and grins. “okay, so i’m a little out of practice. but i’ll do yours next, promise i’ll actually try!”

you hesitate. the last time you let nat do something like this, she convinced you to let her cut your hair in her trailer’s tiny bathroom (it wasn’t bad, exactly, but you’d learned your lesson).

lottie, finally joining you both, settles in beside you on the couch, one glass cool against your knee as she presses it into your hand. “you should let her,” she says, sipping her own drink. “it’s self-care day, after all”

nat leans in, holding the nail polish between her fingers. “come on, i’ll even let you pick the color!”

between lottie’s expectant look and the way nat is already bouncing a little in excitement, you know you’re going to give in. with a sigh, you reach for the bottle. “fine, but if you mess it up, you’re fixing it!”

nat’s smile widens as she pops the cap open. “deal!”

— c.ai