#but really would it change anything if you scrolled?

[submattenthusiast]

listen loser!virgin!matt

the sexually submissive sounds that originated from matt were so satisfying to hear especially knowing that you were the cause of them. though it was his hand stroking his cock in the audio you received, you were the reason he was whimpering so pathetically. you loved every single thing about it, and you wanted to make sure he enjoyed it just as much as you did. a sinister idea came to mind when you were mindlessly scrolling through your messages, replying to the unanswered texts from earlier in the day to literal weeks ago. knowing he would do just about anything when he wanted to cum, you knew it would work out with little to no trouble. now you just needed to get him there.

matt nearly knocked down the door with how he rushed in, the wood door swinging open and quick footsteps tapping against the floor. as he walked in he threw his jacket, backpack ,and keys all on the desk in the corner. the loud noises were a clear attention grabber, and you fell right into the trap. "what's your deal?" you speak, interrupting whatever he had going on. your words didn't seem to register in his mind as he continued to undress and get more comfortable now that he was home. not even turning his head to where your voice echoed from.

his mini tantrum was seemingly over with, seeing as he stopped fidgeting and throwing things around. he calmly walked over to your side of the bed. standing silently and broodingly over you he sighed, the air he blew out tickling you slightly. his eyes burned holes into the side of your face until you looked at him. with the new contact he reached out for your free hand to place it on his crotch. a airy sigh left his lips as he whimpered out a please.

the material of his jeans felt quite uncomfortable under your hands as you felt him up, feeling said boner he was begging for help about. his mouth dropped open at the touch, feeling relief that he couldn't provide for himself. you fondled with him until he started to enjoy it a little too much, stopping to start excuting your plan. "take your pants and boxers off and sit down" you instruct.

with quickness matt was only left in the grey t-shirt, pants and boxers pooling at his ankles. the cold air began hit him as he fidgeted uncomfortably in his place on the bed. your arm wrapped around his shoulder to pull him into your side, using that same hand you held it out in front of his mouth so he could spit. silently he gave you enough to coat his cock. "good boy" you praise, wrapping your fingers around him. a soft moan blessed your ears in return. before he became foggy brain he muttered out a thank you and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

strategically you built up a pace, hands moving at an angle that would get him to cum quickly. the makeshift lube of spit helped your fist move faster and to add onto the rushed movements you whispered endless amounts of praise to him. telling him how much of a good boy he was and how good he was being, and how you were glad he came to you for help. his pretty sounds filled your ears once again, the whimpers that came from his mouth when you rubbed over his tip and the moans when you stroked his cock faster. drips of drool began to pile up at the corner of his lips from his mouth being constantly ajar. "i'm close mommy i'm sorry" he half warns half apologizes. you smirk at this, knowing he must've really been worked up to be this close already, and knowing that you helped him get there.

"that's okay baby i got you' you coo, slowing your hand down but not completely removing it. sensing the change in pace, matt untucked his head and looked to you for an answer. "why'd you slow down?? please please just let me cum i can do it again, but i just need it now" he rambled, hand covering yours to speed you up. chuckling at his eagerness you purr, "you're still gonna cum alright, mommy just wants to try something". hesitantly he nodded and moved to release you from his grip. you stop him immediately, moving his veiny hand back on his needy cock.

his eyes followed yours as you reached for your phone, silently wondering what you were doing. after finding the audio and pressing play you rested the device on your thigh. a pink blush rose on his cheeks as he realized what he was listening to. his hand froze and his head found it's way to your neck again, embarassment flooding his body. a pained whine left his lips as he tried to block out the sounds. "you sound so pretty sweetheart" you tease. shaking his head he whines more "nooo m embarrassed now".

"oh you are?, so you don't want to cum anymore?" you ask, going to pause the audio. his nose brushed against your neck as he shook his head. getting desperate now, he started to jerk himself off. you smile down at him as he touches himself pathetically to his own whimpering audio. "please let me cum i'm sorry" he pauses, keeping eye contact with you. "that's a good boy, keep going hm" you speak, caressing him softly.

as the audio went on it ironically matched up with his state now, precum was oozing from his tip and soft whimpers of mama escaped his lips as he touched. the squelches from the clear substance and the spit added onto the multiple sounds in the room as his hand moved faster. sweat began to drip onto his shirt and his body twitched as he neared his orgasm. his blue eyes disappeared from your vision quickly, his eyes squeezing shut, allowing him to focus on his pleasure. "really close a-ah please mommy" he begged.

identical moans left your phone and his mouth as he gave a strong last few strokes, begging for your hand and to cum at the same time. "can't hold it please" he whined, gripping his cock to hold as best as he could. "look at me" you command. you wanted to see him fall apart, see the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he reached his peak. with no hesitation he opened them and held the best eye contact he could. "there he is, such a pretty boy".

the blush on his cheeks increased at the compliment, making his cheeks and cock the same colour. "i am for you i am" he adds on. "then cum for me pretty, make a big mess like you did before". the praise and the sultriness of your words sent him tumbling over the edge. one big stroke had him spurting out white. higher pitched moans came deep from inside him as the liquid coated his hands, thighs and part of his shirt. it was a big one, so big that a drop was on your phone, pausing the audio.

coming down from his high, he heaves out a heavy breath. you comfort him as he curls into you. the room was oddly silent, looking at your leg you realize what sound was missing. jokingly you show matt, "the audio didn't finish baby, i guess we gotta do it again"

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Kaiser’s dream of glory comes true, but his victory feels hollow.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The energy in the stadium was electric; people were crazy. The crowd was roaring for Kaiser. The lights shone bright, and the chants of his name echoed, everything felt surreal. Football was his life, his savior, his everything. But as he stood there, triumphant and soaked in sweat, a weight settled in his chest like never before.

The locker room was filled with excitement, but Kaiser sat quietly in a corner, a towel draped over his head, lost in thought. His mind was elsewhere.

It had been weeks since he'd last seen his lover, (Y/N).

(Y/N), a man who once was his silent shelter against the world's noise, his refuge. A touch from him, his smile, or even a look into his eyes were capable of drawing Kaiser from all turmoil within himself back into a tranquil lake. From the moment he began with nothing, the beginning, in itself-he'd seen him work so hard and struggle. And all through it, during every fall and after, even at moments when he'd wonder what everything was about, he'd have Y/N beside him.

But he wasn't here now.

The argument was still echoing in Kaiser's ears, louder than the cheers surrounding him. It had happened a week before the semifinals, a time when they should have been celebrating one of his biggest wins; instead, they were at each other's throats, saying words sharper than they wanted to.

"You're never here, Kaiser," Y/N had said shaking. "You keep talking of the future, about 'one day,' yet it's the same. Constantly football and always something big and more important than me. You just don't see me in that future you are talking of."

"That's not fair," Kaiser had snapped, on the defense. "You knew what this was about when you began dating me. This is my dream, (Y/N). You should get that. You more than anyone else should understand!"

"I get it!" Y/N had shouted, tears welled in his eyes. "But what about my dreams? What about us? What about my feelings? Are we just something you fit in in the cracks between the matches and training sessions?"

 

Kaiser had gone quiet, unable to answer.

"I can't keep doing this," he'd murmured, the anger sizzling out into exhaustion. "I can't keep being your second choice. I can't keep being the one you seek only when you're not shining on the field."

Kaiser wanted to say something-he really wanted to assure (Y/N) that things would be different, that things would change. But the words got caught in his throat, entangled in a truth he couldn't face. Football did come first. It had to. It was his dream, after all. A part of his everything.

(Y/N) had walked away that night, his absence louder than anything he could have said.

Now, sitting in the locker room, Kaiser felt that absence weighing down on him like a rock. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the unanswered texts he had sent to him. Each one was a little more desperate than the last.

Please, talk to me.

I didn't mean for it to be like this.

I need you, (Y/N).

But (Y/N) didn't answer.

A hand clapped Kaiser on the shoulder, jerking him back to the present. It was Noel Noa. "Press is waiting for you, Kaiser."

Kaiser nodded slowly, still in a haze. Standing up and plastering on a smile that felt fake, he went to talk to them. Everything felt like a lie today.

The press conference was a blur as reporters bombarded him with questions about his goal, the team's strategy, and his future. Kaiser answered like a robot, his mind elsewhere, somewhere with Y/N.

Later, standing alone in the parking lot, the night was eerily quiet. It was almost like the world was taunting his loud mind. He made one last call. It rang endlessly, and just when Kaiser thought it would go to voicemail again, (Y/N) finally answered.

“Kaiser,” (Y/N)’s voice sounded tired and distant.

“I won,” Kaiser said, his voice shaky. “We’re heading to the finals.”

There was an uneasy silence that lasted for what felt like hours. "Congratulations" a soft reply was muttered by (Y/N).

Kaiser's eyes screwed shut because this pain he was feeling had very almost reached its maximum threshold. "I wish you were here."

"I cannot be," responded Y/N. "I can't keep looking at you when you're not even gazing at me."

Kaiser's throat lumped. "It's not like this; to me, you're everything."

"But not enough," he cut in. "Not enough to be first for you. Maybe we weren't meant to be after all."

Kaiser was wordless. "I hope you win," (Y/N) said with a soft tone, and the call ended.

The silence hung between them, heavy and final.

He was there for quite a while-the stadium sounds diminished, the ache in his chest not going away, reminding him of what he'd lost.

Kaiser lowered his phone, staring at the screen as if it could somehow bring back Y/N. But it didn't.

In the end, Kaiser had chosen football. And it had cost him the one thing he could never get back.

And maybe, maybe after all Y/N was a part of his everything, but it was too late.

- 𝐊𝐒

[wondergirlsthings]

Jobe’s Struggle

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Jobe Bellingham had always been the quiet one in the family. His older brother, Jude, had always been in the spotlight, and Jobe found comfort in staying in the background. But lately, there was something that kept him on edge—something he couldn’t shake off.

It wasn’t the usual brotherly rivalry. It wasn’t even the attention that Jude got from being such a prominent footballer. No, this was different. It was her—Y/N, his brother’s girlfriend.

Y/N had been a close family friend for years. She was kind, funny, and always made everyone feel comfortable. Jobe had always appreciated her presence, but lately, he noticed something had shifted. It wasn’t just friendship anymore—his feelings had grown into something more complicated. And that terrified him.

It started with small things. The way she smiled at him a little longer than usual. The way they had become closer friends, sharing conversations that seemed to stretch into deeper, more personal territory. He tried to ignore it. He told himself it was just his mind playing tricks. After all, she was with Jude, and he respected their relationship.

But the feelings didn’t fade. They only grew stronger. Jobe found himself distracted, unable to focus fully when they were all together. He would catch himself staring at her when she wasn’t looking, and guilt would rush through him, followed by the realization that this wasn’t just admiration—it was something more.

One evening, after a long day of training, Jobe was in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when a text from Y/N popped up on the screen. She had sent him a message asking if he wanted to grab dinner with her and Jude later. It was innocent enough, but the way the words caught in his throat told him that things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

His thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of how to reply. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hang out with them, but every time he was around Y/N, it felt like there was an unspoken tension in the air. It wasn’t just the usual family dynamic—it felt… different. And he didn’t know what to do with it.

Before he could type a response, the door creaked open, and Jude walked in. He looked at Jobe for a moment, taking in his younger brother’s expression.

“You good?” Jude asked, noticing the way Jobe was staring at his phone, a furrow in his brow.

Jobe hesitated. He didn’t want to bring up what had been bothering him. He didn’t want to make it awkward between him and his brother, but at that moment, it felt like he had no choice.

“I don’t know, man,” Jobe muttered, finally looking up. “I think I’ve developed feelings for Y/N.”

There was a long pause, and Jobe’s stomach tightened. He wasn’t sure what he expected—anger, confusion, maybe even a sense of betrayal. But instead, Jude sat down across from him, exhaling slowly as if he had anticipated this moment.

“I had a feeling,” Jude said quietly, his voice calm. “You’ve been acting a little different around her lately. But I wasn’t sure if it was just�� you know, you being close with her.”

Jobe’s heart pounded in his chest. “I never meant for it to happen. I don’t want to mess things up, Jude. I really don’t want to hurt you, or Y/N.”

Jude looked at him seriously, his expression softening. “Jobe, I know it’s complicated. But you have to remember, she’s with me. And that’s something you can’t change. We’ve been together for a while, and I care about her a lot.”

Jobe nodded, guilt creeping over him. “I know. I don’t want to do anything to mess that up. I just… I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”

Jude leaned forward, his eyes full of understanding. “The best thing you can do is to respect her relationship with me, and take care of yourself. It’s okay to have feelings, but you need to be responsible about them. I’ve always been here for you, Jobe. And I’ll always have your back.”

Jobe took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. Jude’s words didn’t erase his feelings, but they helped him see the situation more clearly. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all his brother, and he knew that he had to find a way to move forward, even if that meant keeping his emotions in check.

Later that night, Jobe joined Jude and Y/N for dinner, trying his best to act normal. Y/N greeted him with her usual warm smile, but Jobe couldn’t shake the undercurrent of confusion within him. He tried to push his feelings aside, focusing on the conversation and being present in the moment.

As the night went on, Jobe realized that this wasn’t going to be easy. His feelings for Y/N didn’t simply disappear because of a conversation with Jude. But he knew that he couldn’t let them dictate his actions. He had to focus on respecting his brother’s relationship and his own growth as a person.

For now, he would take things one step at a time. He’d stay true to himself, be there for his brother, and eventually, he hoped that his feelings would become something he could manage. The road ahead wasn’t clear, but with Jude’s support and his own determination, Jobe was willing to figure it out.

And maybe, just maybe, in time, he’d be able to let go of what was holding him back and find peace within himself.

[quirekey]

Starlita? I would never have thought of that, and personally, I'm not into straight ships... but there really is something about Starlita... I like it, I like it a lot... I think I need more of them... Can I get a ficlet with them? 👉👈

WELL TIME TO CHANGE UR MIND STARLITA MY GOAT IENCEURNI I shall grant you part 2 of a Starlita fic

DISCLAIMER: If you do not enjoy Starlita, pls scroll ^^

[ STARSCREAM ] x [ ELITA ONE ]

[ starscream x elita one ]

Part 1

“… Bumblebee told you, didn’t he?”

”Yeah, but I’m not complaining.”

START OF PART 2

The two stood in silence, the awkward tension rising. None of them wanted to really say anything or make a move. Elita decided to make the first move and pulled him into her. She didn’t care if she was barely shorter, she just needed to take care of Starscream’s cowardly nature. She pulled the both of them flushed together and scoffed at his scowled and tinted face.

”Hey! What are you-“

Elita hugged Starscream harder, telling him silently to shut up and embrace what they're having right now.

”… What are you doing?”

”I’m flirting with you, what else? You're not brave enough to try.”

Elita spoke up sarcastically, smirking. Starscream just sighed and looked away with his face still scowled. He was obviously enjoying the moment but he couldn’t admit it. Elita slowly got off him and decided to make her leave.

“Right, too fast. I’ll see you in the next meeting then.”

Elita took her leave, heading straight to her quarters. She left Starscream with a lingering feeling that mixed his spark. Her straight-forward and sarcastic attitude really did something to him. He hated this feeling as much as he hated her. Why did she come in and love-bomb him so suddenly? She isn’t the type of bot to do that, is she?

Starscream isn’t the type to care or overthink but he had this passive crush linger on him for so long and suddenly Bumblebee decided to tell her his secret? He was absolutely stunned to the core and flustered, heat filling his frame.

‘She can’t just leave me because I’m superior!’ He silently thought. He wanted this stupid femme-bot back right now. The denial he had that he already started missing her was pretty heavy, but he knew he’ll be able to see her in the next meeting.

During the time before the meeting, the encounter brought up so many questions. What were they? Does Elita like him back? Why does he miss her so much? What even is going on? Starscream gripped at his helm and stared down at his command centre, what in the world is he gonna do and what will even happen? He wanted to know but he was also secretly afraid of rejection. But what could he do..?

He got up and decided to walk around outside to freshen his processor. Starscream felt a wave of relief wash over and just walked around the currently-being-fixed Iacon.

A vibration suddenly went off and he opened his database, receiving a reminder that he needed to attend a meeting with Megatron, Optimus and Elita immediately. Of course he forgot… He transformed into flight-mode and flew off.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3176

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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13.

OMNISCIENT Tonight marked the highly anticipated Saturday Night's Main Event, where Yasmine faced off against Liv in a fierce battle for the women's world championship. With determination in her heart, Yasmine fought not just for the title, but to reclaim what she truly deserved.

While she was in the catering area, picking up some food to fuel her before the main event of the night, her relationship with Jey had been blossoming over the past few weeks. They had been enjoying dates together, and he had been thoughtful, surprising her with her favorite flowers. He made her feel cherished, reminiscent of the affection they shared when they were just friends with benefits.

As she picked up her plate of food, she made her way to the table, settling in to enjoy her meal while scrolling through her phone. In the midst of her casual browsing, she noticed a story from Carmelo, where he expressed his thoughts on how he deserves to be treated by the right person.

As she enjoyed her meal, a light chuckle escaped her lips; it was hard to fathom how this man could claim he had done no harm. Just then, Yasmine felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of Bianca standing right behind her.

"Hey, girlfriend! I missed you so much," Bianca said as she and Yasmine hugged each other.

"Hey, B," Yasmine replied while scrolling through her social media.

Bianca shot her a knowing glance, fully aware that she was eager to hear the latest about her relationship with Jey. After all, she hadn't provided any updates on what had been unfolding between them lately.

Yasmine smiled brightly before she spoke, "Jey and I are doing well, B. He's really showing me that he's changed from how he used to be," she shared.

"I'm glad he's getting his shit together, otherwise I would've KOD his ass no bullshit,"

Yasmine laughed at the remark just as a bouquet of roses was headed her way. The sound of Bianca squealing in excitement prompted her to respond with a playful gesture.

She peered into the bouquet of roses and discovered a card from Jey, whose handwriting was impressively elegant.

"I cannot wait to see you with the title in your hand mama that means me and you both are champions together, kick some ass out there I'll be watching,"

Love, Joshua.

A smile crept across her face as she inhaled the fragrance of the red roses, listening to Bianca's teasing voice, "So, he loves you, huh?" Yasmine simply nodded in response.

"Yeah, he sure do honey,"

"Is your gear finished I wanted to see it that's why I was coming over here for honestly," She said.

"Yeah, it should be Ms. Kim sent me a text not to long ago so let's go check,"

Bianca and her tossed their plates into the trash before making their way to Ms. Kim's to check out Yasmine's gear for the evening. She felt a wave of nerves wash over her about the match, as it had been quite some time since she last stepped into the ring.

She hoped fervently that she wouldn't make any mistakes while facing her in the ring, as they approached Ms. Kim, who had just finished putting on her ring attire.

"I was just texting you Miss Thang, but how do you like it?" Ms. Kim said as she showed her, her ring attire.

Everyone inhaled sharply at the sight; it suited her flawlessly. The black and silver design sparkled brilliantly, resembling a diamond. Yasmine could hardly believe what she was seeing.

(Yasmine's ring attire)

She embraced Ms. Kim warmly, expressing her gratitude for transforming the outfit into something truly beautiful just in time for her match this evening.

"Of course, dear, you know I am here for you Hon," She said.

They couldn't stop admiring her ring outfit, saying, "Girl, you're about to shine tonight in this! Jey wouldn't even know how to handle it."

"Whatever he'll be alright girl,"

Yasmine shot a playful jab at Bianca's shoulder, her cheeks warming as she heard her sister-in-law's laughter. "You might think that now, but trust me, he'll have you sore and limping for days!"

✧˚° Upon catching a glimpse of her ring attire for the evening, she felt her phone vibrate. As she retrieved it from her pocket, she noticed a message from Jey waiting for her.

IMESSAGE💬 Joshua🤍: wya mama? Yasmine🩵: I was with Ms Kim checking out my ring attire I think you'll like it Joshua🤍: oh yeah? Yasmine🩵: mhm, but why did you wanna know where I was? Joshua🤍: bc, I miss you Yasmine Yasmine🩵: I miss you too Joshua🤍: you like the flowers I sent you? Yasmine🩵: yes they are beautiful boo 🥰 Joshua🤍: I'm glad you like em so how are feeling about your match tonight? Yasmine🩵: I feel nervous asf if I'm being honest with you Joshua🤍: baby, you'll be great out there Yasmine🩵: this is why I love you so much you always encouraging me Joshua🤍: that's what I'm here for mama, but I gotta go I have a interview with Jackie-O Yasmine🩵: tell her I said heyy Joshua🤍: lol aight then baby

Yasmine also had an interview today with Cathy regarding her upcoming match against Liv Morgan, aiming to reclaim what is rightfully hers.

While making her way to Cathy, she noticed Carmelo engaged in a conversation with Paul. Initially, she dismissed it, but her attention was captured when she heard her name being called—Carmelo was summoning her.

 With a heavy sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she shifted her focus to Melo.

"What do you want Melo? You ain't supposed to be speaking to me or be near me you're breaking the order," Yasmine said.

"I don't give a damn about that restraining order against me Minks I wanna know the status of you and Jey's relationship," He said as Yasmine scoffed at him why does he care who she is with now?

"Why does it matter to you? Wait why the fuck are we having this conversation in the first place I got things to do so you can go ahead and drown in your sorrows Melo,". Before she could walk away he pulled her by the hair gripping onto it tightly around his hand.

Yasmine struggled to fend him off, but his strength overpowered her. As the confrontation escalated, memories flooded her mind of their past encounters, including the moment he unintentionally struck her.

FLASHBACK "Yasmine! She's just a friend from work okay? We didn't do anything," Carmelo said as Yasmine shook her head not believing him.

"If she's just a friend at work then why did I see you hugging all up on her like you do with me Melo? Don't fucking lie in my fucking face," She remarked while folding her arms.

Carmelo felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he rubbed his temple, grappling with his feelings for Yasmine. The truth was, he had cheated on her with a coworker, and now he found it increasingly difficult to cope with Yasmine's constant self-doubt and negativity. He yearned for a partner who exuded confidence and positivity, rather than one who was perpetually down on herself.

Yasmine possessed a strong sense of confidence, yet she often found ways to undermine herself over various issues, a struggle that he couldn't fully relate to.

"Hello? Like answer my question Melo?"

"You what, I cannot stand you anymore Yasmine it's no wonder why I stepped out on the relationship because you aren't confident enough for me," He confessed as the whole room went silent for a moment.

Yasmine was overwhelmed with pain inside, struggling to find the right words. Yet, on the surface, she was consumed by a fierce urge to confront him, to unleash her anger for betraying her trust.

"You deadass right now?"

"Yeah, I am actually she's way better than you'll ever be Yasmine," she had enough of him putting her down she walked up towards him slapping him in his face which caused him to give her the same treatment.

Yasmine stumbled backward as he pushed her with force. When she instinctively touched her nose, she felt something warm trickling down, and to her dismay, her fingers were stained with blood.

"Shit! Yasmine I didn't mean to," Carmelo said as he tried to approach her but she backed away.

"Imma gonna go, and pack my bags..." That's all she could say before walking past him.

FLASHBACK OVER.

Jonathan rushed forward, shoving Carmelo aside as she remained frozen in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

"Yo! The fuck is your issue?!" Jonathan shouted.

Jonathan rushed forward, shoving Carmelo aside as she remained frozen in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

"My issue? Nigga my issue is that Jey doesn't deserve her! Hell he cheated on her with Liv!"

Jonathan sneered at his words, "You really believe you're the superior choice for her? After what you did to her, Melo?" That remark was what drew her gaze, as she watched Liv and Dom sharing a laugh at her expense..

She sensed that a mental breakdown was looming, yet she refused to let it overwhelm her. After all, she had invested in therapy for a reason, and she was determined to stay strong.

She listened as he and Melo exchanged words about Jey's actions towards her, all while Liv sat nearby, enjoying the spectacle.

"I don't wanna hear none of that shit Melo, my brother may did some stupid shit with that whore but he's different now," He said before pushing Melo.

"Don't fucking push me nigga,"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at him as he stood tall hovering over Melo's figure, "or what? The fuck you gonna do about it?" Yasmine approached Jonathan, who was watching her with worry etched on his face. "Jon, we should leave. He's not worth our time," she urged, and he nodded in agreement, leaving Carmelo in a state of shock.

Liv had a point to make. "Honestly, Carmelo is spot on. Jey deserves better than someone who's constantly down. It's no surprise that both men strayed from you," she remarked. Yasmine maintained her composure, offering Liv a subtle smile before walking away with Jonathan.

As she and Jon strolled toward Jey's locker room, Jonathan suddenly paused her for a moment.

"Hey, hey! Yasmine wait...are you okay?" He asked.

"Jon, I'm feeling fine you know I just can't wait to beat liv Morgan's ass like I should've did couple months ago." Yasmine said with a smile on her face as they both entered Jey's locker room.

✧˚° YASMINE As I stood in Jey's locker room, gearing up for tonight's final match, excitement coursed through me. I could hardly contain my anticipation to show that arrogant contender just how mistaken she was about her superiority. Little did she know, Dom was playing her for a fool, sneaking around with Tiffany. Tonight, I was ready to set the record straight.

While I was preparing, I suddenly heard the door creak open behind me. Just then, I felt a warm embrace as someone wrapped their arms around me. When I turned to see who it was, I found Jey beaming at me with a smile.

"You ready for to go out there my future woman's world champion?" Jey asked as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

I giggled at him before speaking, " of course I am love I cannot wait to see the crowd cheer for me," I said while touching up my makeup before heading out.

"Yasmine to the gorilla, Yasmine to the gorilla,"

As I sensed it was time to go, I felt Jey's hands wrap around my waist, gripping my hips. In an instant, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, and we shared a passionate kiss that lingered for a moment.

This kiss felt unlike any we had shared before. As his hands gently gripped my waist, a thrill surged through me before we finally parted. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't help but smile at him as I made my way toward the door.

As I made my way toward the Gorilla, I overheard a heated argument between two individuals. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I leaned in to take a closer look, I realized it was Liv and Dom engaged in a fierce dispute just moments before our match.

"You were with that bitch Tiffany!"

"We were just talking! That's all God why do I have to go through this with you!"

"Because you're a cheater Dom! You were all over her is she better than me or something!"

As I stepped into the Gorilla, I focused on my own thoughts, trying to shake off the nerves that were bubbling inside me. It had been a few months since I last faced the crowd, and I couldn't help but wonder how they would respond to my return. Just then, I noticed a cameraman approaching, and as my music kicked in, the energy of the crowd surged, sending a wave of excitement through me.

I looked into the camera before mouthing "I'm backkkk babes," I walked outside the gorilla seeing the crowd cheering for me as I blew them kisses. They were chanting my name I knew that they would miss me.

"She's back! Yasmine is back in the flesh!"

"If I'm being honest Cole I did miss seeing her,"

"From Brooklyn, New York weighing at 150 pounds, YASMINEEEEE,"

I bounded playfully toward the ring, sending kisses to the crowd before gracefully climbing in. Perched on the ropes, I executed a flawless flip into a full split, rising effortlessly as I settled on the turnbuckle, eagerly anticipating Liv's entrance.

As her music echoed through the arena, I watched her make her way to the ring solo, a striking departure from the usual presence of Dom by her side. It was clear that they were facing some challenges. She paused at the ropes, holding the title tightly in her grasp, before stepping into the ring with determination.

 While I initially felt inclined to sympathize with her, I couldn't bring myself to do so after everything she has put me through. In all honesty, this seems to be her just desserts.

The lights faded to a soft glow, centering on Samantha, the ring announcer, as the bell chimed.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, for the women's world championship!!!"

"Introducing the challenger from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 150 pounds Yasmineee!!!"

I sent kisses to everyone in the audience, proudly reminding them that I am a two-time women's world champion, all while noticing Liv's frustration.

It's not my responsibility that the crowd is more drawn to me than to her. Honestly, after Samantha introduced us, the referee raised the title high before signaling the start of the match.

After a fierce struggle filled with tension and determination, Liv attempted to take me down with her signature move, the Oblivion. However, her efforts fell short. In a surprising twist, I countered with a powerful spear that left the audience stunned.

"SPEAR SPEAR! Yasmine hit Liv Morgan with a Spear!"

"I wonder where did she learn that from,"

I climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, ready to execute my signature move, a crowd favorite. With precision and grace, I launched into a moonsault, landing squarely on her stomach. The impact elicited a pained groan from her, showcasing the power of my finisher.

I grabbed her leg up as the referee began counting so did the crowd.

1! 2! 3!

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted in cheers as I knelt in disbelief, unable to comprehend that I had actually defeated Liv Morgan. I had done it! Tears streamed down my face as the referee raised my arm in victory and handed me the championship title.

As I climbed onto the turnbuckle, raising the title high above my head, I caught sight of Jey and the others emerging from the gorilla position, making their way into the ring to join in the celebration of my hard-fought victory.

Jey lifted me onto his shoulders, and as I perched there, I could hear the crowd cheering, affirming that I had earned this moment after all the time spent waiting to confront that woman.

I locked eyes with Liv as she clutched her stomach, shooting me a fierce glare before turning to leave. It seems her tour has come to an end.

 Following the celebration of my victory, I took a moment to capture a photo with Paul, who expressed how proud he was of my journey back to health and strength. His words truly warmed my heart. I noticed Jey standing nearby, patiently waiting for me, and I made my way over to him.

As I nestled my head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me with a warm smile. When I finally pulled away, it was clear that we were both champions in that moment.

"You ready mama?" Jey asked as I nodded my head.

As we stepped out of the building and made our way to his car, he clasped his large hands around mine, creating a warm connection that felt reassuring, especially since I had left my own vehicle at home.

✧˚° We arrived at the hotel, and as Jey unlocked the door with the key card, a refreshing aroma filled the air. I inhaled deeply, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Eager to unwind, I began to remove my clothes, looking forward to a rejuvenating shower.

I could feel his gaze locked onto me as I undressed in front of him, but it didn't bother me; I was confident he wouldn't take any action. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, patiently waiting for the water to warm up.

As I was immersed in my skincare routine, diligently removing every trace from my face, I leaned over to rinse it off. In that moment, I suddenly felt someone pressing against me.

I recognized him instantly as I felt his rigid form pressing against me. When I turned to confront him, his gaze was filled with desire.

"What? Boy?" I questioned him.

"Girl, don't play with me right now, you know better not to get naked in front of me,"

"Oh? What are you going to do about it Mr Fatu?" I was testing this man's patience at this point that's when I felt him grabbing by my throat pulling my face closer to his.

Jey pressed his lips against mine, igniting a passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his other hand firmly grasping my backside, and in an instant, he lifted me by my thighs, carrying us both into the warm embrace of the shower.

The warmth of our lips was unbroken as I felt his tongue dancing within my mouth, holding me firmly against the chilly wall behind us.

"I love you so much mama," Jey said between the kiss.

"I love you too Joshua," I replied.

For the rest of the night we passionately made love to each other as the room was filled with nothing but ours moans and groans throughout the night.

Hell probably the whole entire hallway people could probably hear us being loud but we didn't care whatsoever.

Something Bout' Us.

A/n: BACK WITH A UPDATE! Mane work as been killing my ass bro I be coming home tired fr fr doing retail ain't for that weaaaak.

Bu I hope yall enjoyed this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[barking-up-that-tree]

thinking about tiktok trends. thinking about poetry.

you see a "maybe in another universe" video.

you recognize this trend.

you know it'll end with a black screen.

you see it's only two slides.

you know what the other slide is.

you stare at the first slide.

you already know it's you.

you don't have to scroll.

you know it won't change anything.

you scroll. it's you.

[demaparbat-hp]

How does that first encounter go down between them in your Spitfire AU? I imagine some real conflicting emotions on all sides!

I would love to hear you ramble!! ❤️

*cracks knuckles* Alright, let's do this.

As far as the world is concerned, Lu Ten II doesn't exist and the Royal Bloodline ends with Princess Azula. The little kid that follows Prince Zuko everywhere? That's Ten Ten, an orphaned stowaway his Crew found and adopted for some weird reason no-one ever questions—the kid is just that lovable.

(It helps, honestly, that Lu Ten II is a carbon-copy of poor, forgotten Ursa. No one would ever think to connect him with Fire Lord Ozai, long may he reign.)

Little Ten Ten loves to run off when the Crew is on shore leave. He gets into trouble sometimes, but only because of his chronic inability to look away from people who need help (it makes Zuzu both so proud and so shouty-because-he's-worried. It's fun until it isn't).

By now the Crew knows not to panic when the kid goes missing for a couple of hours in a harbor town—which is why no one noticed Ten Ten's disappearance until it was too late.

"Could someone please explain to me," what starts as a mutter becomes a shout as anxiety takes over Sokka, "why on earth did we go into town to buy necessary, highly specific supplies, and returned—not only with a stolen waterbending scroll—stolen! From pirates, Katara!—but with a Fire Nation-looking KID?!"

While Ten Ten is having the time of his life goofing with Aang, out-sassing why-is-this-happening-to-me Sokka, and melting Katara's heart—Zuko is losing his mind, sanity, and temper because how on Agni's name do you lose a Prince of your nation?

But, sir, he's like three-feet-tall—

HOW, JEE?!

Needless to say, the pirates kidnap the pretty waterbending thief and her kid with the sharp tongue and fancy-looking clothes. Which turns out to be a Bad Idea™ because, well, a skinny guy from the watertribes and his way-too-young-to-be-bald companion? They can absolutely deal with them.

A Crew's worth of murderous Fire Nation soldiers lead by the unforgiving, terrifying, bloodthirsty Prince?

They are not ready for that.

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[robbiefischer]

happy holidays, friends! whether you're celebrating or not, i hope you have days full of peace, contentment, love and time with the people you care about the most. if this is a difficult time of year for you, please be gentle with yourself and give yourself all the time and space you need to get through it safely - don't let anyone make you feel bad or guilty for struggling during what's meant to be a "happy" time. life is hard, and it's okay to need a bit of extra support and grace.

[voulezloux]

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[themyscirah]

Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.

Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.

Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)

The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.

As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[anotheruntitledsong]

i did like the hidden palace but (SPOILER if anyone hasn't read it?) i'm genuinely so annoyed at how Arbeely is handled like... I wish i could be sad but i'm just fucking irritated. I was overly invested in him and that's def why but i just feel like they did him dirty

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[hausofwoo]

graphic | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x afab reader

word count: 6.6K

summary: stuck in the monotony of your job at the mall, every day feels the same: opening the store, sitting behind the register, and counting the hours til close. you've even memorized the routines of the stores around you. but when a new guy starts at the comic book store across the way, you realize your predictable days may soon change.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, comic book store employee!mark, retail employee!reader, really cute and fluffy until it's not, public sex (public space but no one is there), unprotected piv (DONT DO THIS), mark throws u around like a lil play thing, oral (fem recieving), fingering, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!

author's note: this one took forever yall i know its been a while! been going thru some shit irl but things are settling and i was deadset on finishing this bc it's so cute :'-) thank u to T and @hausofmingi for being my beta readers ( ˘ ³˘)♡

working at a mall can be really tiring, but it’s not so bad when you have a crush.

you’ve been working at a retail store at your local mall for a few months now. it’s boring, there’s too many people on the weekends, and you have the worst hours. you found yourself working open to close for far too many shifts. but at the end of the day, at least it keeps the bills paid.

on slow days during the week, you’re always sat at the register, scrolling through your phone or twiddling your thumbs, counting down the seconds til closing time. sometimes you would even stare off into space, watching people pass by all day long.

you went to work always knowing exactly how the day would go; set up shop, maybe help some customers, and do fucking nothing for 8 to 10 hours. maybe a wave to the employees at the stores surrounding you, but sadly, that was usually the most interesting part of your day. you became accustomed to the monotony though, watching the same employees open up their shops next to yours.

the store directly across from yours is a comic book store. you know the few people that worked there, usually just saying “good morning” and going on with your day. you swear, you have this store memorized, knowing when the employees take their breaks, who’s working, what they’re working on that day. you didn’t really mean to, but when all you have to do is daydream, you kinda picked up on the routine there.

so when you arrive in the morning for yet another brutal open-to-close shift, you expect to just roll up the security shutters and sit back at the register all day. but there’s something different today; or rather, someone different.

sitting at the register at the comic book store is a man you’ve never seen before. his hair is perfectly messy and his glasses framed his eyes, which are focused on reading a comic. he’s working all by himself, which is surprising to you since you’re certain he’s new. you catch yourself staring and try to brush it off. he’s a new guy, so what?

you try your best to go about your day as normal, but you can’t help stealing glances over at the man at the store across from you. he has a captivating energy, and it makes you want to know more about him. he seems charismatic, being friendly with customers and earning smiles, then resuming his doodling once they leave. you notice that when he looks really focused, he bites the corner of his lip gently.

you gotta stop staring, or he will definitely notice. you decide to actually work on something for once, organizing the stock and straightening the shelves. soon enough, closing time creeps up on you. you do all of your closing duties and grab your things from the back. you close the security shutters, looking behind you quickly to see that the man is doing the same. he notices your gaze, so you kindly wave at him. instead of a wave back, blush forms on his face with a shy smile. and with that, he walks away.

the interaction was unreadable. he seemed to be so extroverted with customers, having no issue having casual conversations with them. why is he getting all shy now?

you started to pick up on the new routine at the comic book store. from what you could tell, the man worked similar hours to you, often opening and closing too. he rarely worked with anyone else, so the majority of the time you glanced over, he was reading comics, manga, or doodling in his notepad.

you never really got into comic books like that, and only dabbled with reading manga, but the growing interest in this man made you curious about learning more on what he was reading. maybe it wouldn’t hurt to check out the selection? perhaps get some recommendations? you just finished a short shift today so now was the perfect opportunity.

after grabbing your things and saying goodbye to your coworker, you make your way over to the comic book store. you approach the man, who’s sitting at the register as usual, reading. you see his name tag on his chest; a cute red pin with a spider-man drawing next to his name, “mark.”

“hi,” you say, pulling his attention away from reading.

“oh, hi,” he says, placing his comic down. “sorry, i didn’t see you come in.”

“it’s okay,” you reply, looking around at the goodies at the register. “i was wondering if you have any recommendations for a beginner at reading comics?”

“oh for sure,” he says, eyes lighting up. “marvel has tons of great ones. you could start with an ironman one, or maybe captain america? i personally like spider-man, but i’m definitely biased.”

“i’ll try spider-man,” you say after a beat.

mark gives you a nod with a warm smile before leaving the register to grab your comic. he searches through the spider-man section until he finds the first issue. he returns to the register, ringing you up.

“i think you’ll like it, it’s really good,” mark says, handing your receipt to you.

“i’m definitely looking forward to see what all the hype is about,” you chuckle. the conversation pauses for moment, clearly indicating that the interaction is pretty much over with. but you don’t want the conversation to end there, so you find something to keep talking about. “you’re new here, aren’t you? like you just started working here?”

“yeah, sort of,” he says, sitting back in his seat at the register. “i used to work here a while ago and i just came back ‘cause they needed someone.”

“oh nice,” you reply. “welcome back i guess?”

“haha, i guess,” he smiles, rubbing his hand on his neck. “it’s chill here, but it gets kinda boring.”

“tell me about it,” you chuckle. “it’s so slow during the week. i usually have nothing to do.”

“yeah, i just read or draw to pass the time,” mark says, pointing at his notepad on the counter.

“you like to draw?” you ask, curious.

“yeah,” he places a hand on the notepad, grabbing it. you can tell he’s getting shy again. “it’s just doodles.”

“you’ll have to show me some of those ‘doodles’ sometime,” you say with a sweet smile. you check your phone for the time. it’s getting closer to dinnertime and you’re starved. “i guess i’ll get out of here.”

“okay,” he stands again. “well, let me know what you think of the comic.”

“i will,” you say, turning to leave, then flipping back to look at him. “mark, right?”

he nods, asking for your name as well. he beams at you. “it’s nice to meet you. see you tomorrow?”

“see you tomorrow,” you say with a wave, walking out.

for the next week, you find yourself aching to talk to mark again. you read the comic he gave you, and it provided a little bit of insight into him… that he’s a bit of a nerd. definitely not a bad thing. it’s actually really endearing to you, knowing his life basically revolves around superheroes, free time and work alike. that he probably draws little comics in his notepad, and has sweet dreams about being superhuman. why is that so fucking cute?

you have a reason to talk to him again, of course: the next issue of spider-man. the problem is building up the courage again, which is ridiculous because he’s just a guy. a nerdy one at that, and you know that he would be putty in your hands if you really wanted him to be. but the longing you developed for him during those long hours of your shift, seeing him across the way, looking so cute in his round glasses… it’s making you nervous in a way that is difficult to explain.

you’ve been putting off going back to his store at this point. wouldn’t someone that wanted to get into superhero comics come back for the next edition? why aren’t you using your excuse to talk to him? not only that, but he even said he wanted you to come tell him what you thought of the comic. you’re just overthinking things.

you have another short shift one day, and decide today is the day. you gather your things and walk to the neighboring store, feeling the familiar butterflies you felt the first time you approached mark at the register. he’s drawing this time, crouched down and focused. he hears you walk in, lifting his head to meet your eyes. maybe you’re crazy, but it looks like his eyes light up.

“hey,” he says, closing the notepad in front of him. you present the spider-man comic to him, and he flashes a smile at you. “what’d you think?”

you chuckle, holding the comic close to your chest. “it was good, but too short. there’s another issue, right?” you joke, hoping it lands.

he lets out a giggle, “yeah, there definitely is. i’ll grab the next one for you.”

he walks over to a section near the front of the store, flipping through the excess of papers before he finds the 2nd issue. “if you liked that one, you’ll like this one even more.” he returns to the register with the issue, placing it on the counter for you.

“duel to the death with the vulture?” you read from the page. “i haven’t seen any of the movies recently so correct me if i’m wrong, but i don’t remember there being a vulture.”

“oh yeah, he’s in one of the later movies actually,” mark starts. “but you got a long way to go til you finally meet one of the iconic villians like the green goblin, or even the love interests gwen stacy or mary jane. it’ll be so worth the wait though.”

“how much do i owe you?” you ask, already pulling out your wallet.

“you can borrow it if you want,” he says.

“but this one belongs to the store, won’t you get in trouble?” you ask.

“just bring it back and it’s like it never happened,” he whispers, faking a shhh at you. “let’s just say it’s mall employee perk.”

you smile and accept it.

your new routine feels like a nice change of pace. every second of every day used to drag by, and yet at the same time, when you got home, everything that happened was so unbelievably boring that it all felt like a blur. nothing really significant happened to you. but something about trying something new, learning about a brand new niche interest, and even developing a crush… it’s finally something exciting.

you looked forward to the next time you got a new issue. not just that, but the next time you got to talk to mark. he has this charm about him that piqued your interest. it feels so easy to talk to him, as if you’ve already known each other for a long time and it isn’t just a budding friendship. you’d find yourself stopping by the comic book store a few times a week, anticipating the next comic and the underlying tension between you and mark.

like today, when you finally got off of work after a long shift. you were able to close up shop quickly and now you’re walking over to the comic book store, attempting to run in before mark locked up.

“hey, is it cool if i get the next issue real quick?” you ask, popping your head in the store.

“yeah, one sec,” he says, looking up from counting the cash in the register. “lemme just finish closing up the register.”

“are you implying that you’re gonna let me borrow another comic?” you ask, a flirty tone floating beneath.

“well of course,” he says, swiftly closing the cash drawer. “unless you want to start collecting, which by the way, SUPER expensive.”

“i think i’ll stick to being a casual reader for now,” you joke, approaching mark at the register.

“i don’t know, you might change your mind after this one,” he says, grabbing a comic from his bag. he holds it out to you, you grabbing it with your fingers briefly brushing past his. the motion makes you feel a little dizzy, and you can feel heat rising to your cheeks.

you shake your head, realizing this one doesn’t belong to the store. “wait, is this your own personal comic?”

“yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” he says, half focusing as he’s writing something on a sticky note at the counter. “i brought it in so you can borrow it.” you can see the corner of his mouth turning up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“you didn’t have to do that—”

“i wanted to,” he says, lifting his head up to hand you the sticky note he was writing on. “just treat it with care.”

you take the note, which is pale blue with a cartoon spider-man in the corner. in the middle of the note is a scrawled out phone number. you look up to see mark rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“if you want to tell me what you think?” he says, almost like a question.

“or maybe when i get bored during my shift?” you ask, chuckling.

“i’d like that a lot actually,” he smiles, his previous nervousness quickly washing away.

“you’ll regret it though,” you say, sticking the note on the front page of the comic. “because i get bored here a lot.”

“don’t worry,” mark laughs, shaking his head. “i don’t think i’ll get sick of you anytime soon.”

you finally reached issue #14 of spider-man, the one mark is lending to you. you grab it out of your bag at the beginning of your shift, sitting back in your chair behind the register and getting comfortable. you realize what it’s about and immediately text mark.

sent 10:17 am omg wait i didn’t realize this issue is the first appearance of the green goblin

you look across the way, seeing mark pick up his phone and smiling.

sent 10:18 am mark: oh yeah, he’s fuckin sick mark: you’re gonna love it

you click your phone off with a soft sigh, flipping back to your comic. you go about your shift switching from helping customers and checking them out, and reading. every once and a while, you’ll message mark with your comments and he would always reply with enthusiasm.

the end of your shift approaches quickly, and soon enough you’re closing the security shutters. you look behind you to see mark locking the doors and then doing the same. he must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he turns and flashes his famous smile to you. you walk over to him with the comic in hand.

“you were right,” you say, handing it him. “green goblin is super sick.”

“i told you,” he says, reaching for it, and your hands momentarily touching like last time. he gets flustered. “uh, i can give you the next one tomorrow if you’re working.”

“i am, yeah,” you reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “i am so curious though—when the hell does gwen stacy show up?”

“oh,” he giggles to himself. “you’re like, halfway there to finally seeing her.”

“i didn’t realize how extensive this series is,” you chuckle. “not that i’m complaining. i’m actually surprised by how much i like it.”

“i’m glad,” he says sweetly. “well, just come by tomorrow and i’ll give you the next issue.”

“i will.”

the following weeks, you became overtaken by superhero comics and stupid-fucking-adorable mark. you would read an issue of spider-man at work, and text mark with your reactions to certain scenes. at first you thought it might be annoying to him, but he actually seemed to encourage it, asking for your opinions on the characters and storyline.

it doesn’t help that every time you see mark, you get butterflies in your stomach. and it seemed to only be getting worse; you keep finding yourself smiling when his name pops up on your phone. you wake up excited to go to work, because you know you’ll probably have another interaction with him. sometimes, mark would even catch you staring at him and give a little nod with a smile. but what made things exponentially worse was when you catch him gazing at you too, catching you off guard but making a smile spread across your lips. you are smitten, and if anyone else was concerned, mark is probably smitten too. the issue is getting him to finally take the hint and making a real move on you.

he may get a little flustered around you, but he’s not exactly shy. after all, he did give you his number unprompted. but after weeks of going back and forth strictly talking about comics and work, you started to lose hope. you just want him. he must want you back just as bad.

after another closing shift, you watch the mall-goers pass by and file out of the building. the mall is basically empty now, most of the neighboring stores already closed and employees leaving for the day. you had to stay a little bit late, cleaning up a huge mess in the store from some rude customers. you thought you would have time to stop by to see mark, but with the amount of things you have to put away, your chances are looking slim.

you shuffle around the store, placing items back on the shelves and organizing the tables of merchandise. you eyes shift over to the comic book store, expecting to see it dark and locked up. but it isn’t; mark is still in there, half the lights still on, with him unboxing comics from their latest shipment. you already knew it was restock day for them (god you have way too much free time), but you didn’t realize how many boxes they got in.

you open the front door of your store, whisper-yelling through the security shutters. “mark!”

mark’s head turns to look at you and flashes a grin at you. “yo, you’re still here too?”

you nod, leaning on the glass door. you hold up a few of the displaced items in your hands. “go-backs,” you shrug.

he points at the pile of boxes in front of him, “restock. we got a lot of shit in early for christmas.”

“don’t say christmas please, i don’t want to think about it yet,” you say with a laugh.

you turn away to get back to work, putting all the merchandise back to their assigned spots. you don’t know what the hell got into people today; messing up all your organization you’ve done and putting things in all the wrong places. it didn’t help that you had to deal with some assholes with returns today too. you always theorize it’s from a full moon or mercury retrograde or something; those things must be the reason people start acting up.

after about an hour of cleaning, you finish up and can finally call it a day. you close up shop and turn to see mark still working on stocking at his store. you approach the security gate of the store, with its front door still propped open.

“i still need my next issue by the way,” you say to mark, who stands from his crouching position in front of an open box. he walks up to the gate and pushes it up, just enough for you to come through. you look hesitant.

“come in, it’s okay,” he says, motioning you in. you duck under the security gate, slipping into the store. “how was your day? looks like you had a lot to do.”

“yeah, the store was a mess,” you say, following him to the register. “i���ve never had to stay so late after close.”

“it’s only gonna get worse the closer it gets to christmas,” mark says while weaving around the boxes with you.

“what did i say about christmas?” you joke, nudging his shoulder softly.

“sorry, sorry,” he laugh, putting his hands up. you wait patiently for him as he kneels behind the register, looking for your comic. he pops back up with a stumped look on his face. “i swear i thought i put it up here to give to you but i can’t find it. i’m gonna go check the back.”

he starts walking to the back room, and looks back at you. “feel free to sit if you want. our stockroom is a wreck, this might take a sec.”

you nod to him, squeezing past the tower of boxes to sit in the chair at the register. it feels kinda funny to sit back here, like you’re seeing the store from a different perspective, from mark’s perspective. you look around behind the counter, seeing the little notes and cute super-hero knick knacks gathered around.

there’s a mini batman funko pop positioned in the corner, with a sticky note placed under his feet reading “no drinks at the register.” you look over to see a large iced coffee with mark’s name in sharpie. well, we all bend the rules a bit. his name tag is placed on the counter by a stack of comics. you grab it to take a closer look. it’s a plastic red pin with a white pop-art bubble. in the corner is a small piece of paper stuck on it, attached with office tape. on the paper is a spider-man doodle, made with red and blue marker and pen ink.

you’re sure this must’ve been drawn by mark. you have yet to see any of his drawings (despite your prying), so maybe seeing this one up close will give you a sneak peek into his style. it’s a little messy, with scratchy lines and colors bleeding outside the borders. despite that, it has a distinct style that you’re fond of. it’s not perfect, let alone does it look like the super-heroes you’ve been reading in your comics. but it has a quality to it that feels less polished and flat. it has character. the messiness makes it feel more… real.

you set his name tag down, placing it back next to the large stack of comics. these must be his go-backs. he’s been so wrapped up with his shipment he probably hasn’t had time to put them away. you think maybe it would be nice to help a bit. he’s been nice enough to let you borrow comics from the store, and you’re just waiting around after all.

you pick up the stack of comics, situating them into your arms, when you look down and see that under the stack is mark’s notepad. it’s not closed like you’re used to seeing it, opened to a clean white page with a drawing covering up a majority of it. it’s in a comic book style, you’re not surprised. but it has the same quality that his name tag doodle does; scrawly and messy, with no real precise lines. the colors are splashed across the page, with blotches of scribbled colored marker decorating it. then realize what it is—who it is.

it’s you.

the whole image captures you and a little bit of your surroundings. positioned at your normal spot at the register, you’re looking down at a comic with your fingers playing with the ends of your hair. but it has a dream-like feel to it, with the pages of the comic illuminating your face as if a source of power is emanating from it. and then the best part: the wings. placed behind your shoulders are pair of feathered wings, outstretched in a sketched black ink. it’s beautiful.

it’s beautiful and it’s you. mark drew you.

“yo, sorry that took so long,” mark says while emerging from the back, eyes still focused on the comic in his hands. “i finally found it, but dude i had to do some digging—”

mark’s words are cut short when he notices you holding his notepad, comics that were placed atop abandoned on the counter by you. he visibly gulps.

“mark…” you start, not moving your eyes from the drawing. “what’s this?” without a response for a few moments, you tear your eyes away to see mark with blush on his cheeks, mouth open but unable to let any words out. “did you… did you draw me?”

“look, it gets really slow during the day, i just did a little sketch to pass time—”

“mark, this isn’t just a sketch,” you say, looking back down at the notepad. “this is amazing.”

“y-you like it?” mark says, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“of course i like it,” you say.

“you don’t think it’s weird that i drew you without telling you?” mark asks, nervousness radiating from him.

“i don’t think it’s weird at all,” you say. “i actually love it. i like that you drew me as a superhero too, and one with wings at that.”

mark stays quiet, looking at his feet and probably overthinking everything right now. you look back up at him, tension building in your stomach as you ask what you already know the answer to. “you like me, don’t you?”

mark lifts his head to meet your eyes. he bites his lip anxiously as he nods slowly.

a streak of courage overtakes you as you grab his arm to pull him closer, him tripping over his own feet and crashing into your chest. you’re leaned against the counter, with mark’s arm behind you and hand placed flat on the surface. your faces are close, and you can feel his breath. his eyes are glued onto your lips, and he swallows thickly.

“mark, just kiss me,” you mumble, aching for him.

he wastes no time, leaning in to slot his lips between yours. he snakes an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he can. you melt into him, goosebumps floating across your skin in all-consuming desire. you move your hand to hold his cheek, thumb swiping on his smooth skin and fingers tangled in his soft, messy hair.

he pulls away, breath still shaky. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long…” he trails off before leaning in and kissing you again, this time with more passion. he swipes his tongue between your lips, with you willingly accepting him. his hands trail up and down your sides, then finally places a firm grip on your waist and lifting you to sit on the counter. he slots between your legs, his body pressed close to yours. your fingers card through his hair, earning a sweet hum from him.

his hands trail down to your ass, pushing you closer against him to where you feel the bulge forming in his jeans. he can’t even hold back his moan, it being muffled by your lips. he pulls away again, this time kissing from your cheek down to your neck. he sucks at the expanse of skin while he caresses the other side of your throat. you let out a soft hum in pleasure, savoring every bite and lick—

“fuck, you sound so hot too,” he says in between kisses. he moves a hand down to your breast, kneading it roughly. you throw your head back, soaking in the pleasure from just his hands alone. his beautiful fucking hands, the ones that drew you. his lips feel so good on you, but his hands feel even better. it’s as if he’s been waiting for this moment for eternity and he doesn’t want to let you go. almost as if holding you, touching you is the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. it doesn’t feel real to you either; that mark, the cute boy you’ve had a crush on for weeks and weeks is kissing you, holding you, and yearning for you all the same.

you feel so wrapped up in the moment that you almost forget that you’re in public. sure, there’s no one left in the mall and the only people left are probably mall security, but the risk of being seen is still there. it just feels too good to stop.

“mark,” you say, giving in to the anxiety. “are we really doing this? right here, right now?”

he pulls back to look at you, still holding you close. “it’s just us here, and if it’s okay with you, i don’t think i can wait any longer.”

“i don’t think i can either,” you respond.

suddenly mark is ripping your clothes off, all while pulling you both behind one of the comic display cases. it’s your turn to take his clothes off, and you’re yanking his jacket off and pulling up his graphic tee and discarding them both on the floor. the exchange is a jumbled mess of constant touching of skin and clothes flying in every direction, a true testament to how desperate you both want each other. he’s kissing you all the while, taking every opportunity to peck at you between the tugging of clothes.

he leans you against the display bookshelf full of comics, completely unbothered when an issue or two falls off. your hand travels down into this jeans, feeling him hard and pulsing against your palm. you stroke his length slowly, focusing most of the stimulation on his dripping head. he lifts one of your legs slightly to get better access to you under your skirt, then looks at you as if he’s asking for permission.

you nod your head profusely before leaning in to kiss him deeply. it doesn’t last long, because suddenly he’s pushing inside you and you’re gasping at the stretch—

“you’re so—fuck—so fucking tight,” he hisses, attempting to push in as slowly as he can. your mouth is fully agape in bliss as he finally bottoms out, reaching deep inside of you. he catches your eyes, lust filled in his own as he slowly starts to move.

he’s slow at first, knowing that his size is stretching you out to the point where it’s nearly painful. but it feels so fucking good, his cock dragging in and out of your tight walls. you can tell he wants to pick up the pace, with his breath shuddering with each stroke. you take the opportunity to kiss him again, wanting to taste his soft lips as he gradually begins to pound into you.

he’s groaning against your lips, and your moans are muffled against his. you’re trying to salvage any sort of public decency by holding back your sounds the best you can. it’s when he grabs your legs and lifts you to press you against the display shelf that you realize that that shred of awareness of your surroundings is about to be long fucking gone.

he’s holding you up by gripping your ass, pistoning into you at a pace that you can only describe as brutal. it’s no use trying to stifle your moans anymore, with him hitting your cervix over and over and making you see stars at each stroke—

“mark, it feels so fucking good,” you can only whine out to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter, tugging at his hair—

“you feel so fucking good, jesus,” he groans against your neck, heaving breaths tickling at your throat.

his pace is wild, but the force in which he’s pounding into you begins to cause the comic books around you to tumble off the shelves, creating a pile at mark’s feet. he doesn’t seem to care though. that is, until a comic book falls from a shelf above you and hits him on the head.

“ah!” he exclaims, realizing what happened. he stops his movements to look at you, holding back a smile.

you can’t hold back your laugh, giggling profusely at the ridiculousness of the situation. he laughs too, shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

“this is crazy,” he says, resting his forehead on yours.

“i know,” you reply, still giggling. with one last laugh, he leans in and kisses you tenderly, smile still formed on his lips. you melt into him, ruffling your fingers through his hair as he begins to pick back up the roll of his hips into you.

it feels like a sweet moment, the fact that you can be doing such a scandalous act and still giggle with him. the tenderness doesn’t last for long, however, when he hits that perfect spot inside you that forces you to release a sharp moan.

“mark, oh my god,” you whimper, attempting to roll your hips down onto him. “keep doing that, please—”

“fuuuck,” he groans, feeling your core clenching around his length. “you take me so well, baby.”

all you can do now is nod, whimpering and whining on him. you can’t believe that this man that has always been so endearing, so kind and lovable has this completely different side to him that you’re only now getting to experience. it brings a different sort of intrigue to him; that he’s more than just a cute boy that works at a mall. he’s complex. he’s a fucking man. he’s a fucking. sex. god.

his breathing starts to become irregular, and his pace is back to merciless. his groans, fuck, his moaning. he’s bouncing you on his cock in the perfect way to where your moans are matching his. you can feel his dick pulsing inside you—

“i’m gonna cum,” he can only breathe out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “can i?”

“yes mark, please,” you whine, tugging at the ends of his hair. all the while you’re clenching around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

with a low groan, his hips stutter and you feel his seed spilling into you, completely filling you up. the rocking of his hips stall, and he’s finally letting you down and kissing you sweetly, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“god, you are fucking perfect,” he whispers to you. you let out a giggle, leaning your forehead against his. “hey, i’m not done with you yet.”

he quickly moves you to the glass display counter, lifting you to sit you on it. he pushes your thighs open, lifting your skirt up to get a better look at you. he looks enamored, like he’s starving and the only thing to appease his hunger is by having you on his mouth.

he dives in, licking a stripe up your core with a groan. he repeats this action, as if he’s savoring every drop of your essence mixed with his release that’s slowly dripping out of you—

“so fucking hot,” he hums, releasing a hand from your thigh to tease at your entrance.

“mark, please,” you beg. “stop teasing—”

he attaches his mouth to your clit, swirling his tongue around in smooth, controlled circles. your hands fly to his head, body already twitching from stimulation. his finger is still prodding at your hole, wanting to enter but not just yet. he instead continues to ravage at your sensitive bud, intentional movements making your head spin. he knows what he’s doing and he knows he’s good, especially with the shaking of your thighs and high pitched moans escaping your lips egging him on.

he looks up at you, flattening his tongue out and doing long, drawn out licks. the eye contact is insane, the lust filled in them only making it that much hotter. he’s enjoying every second of this, seeing you shake and begging him to keep going. he loves the taste of you too, so sweet and almost addictive. he could die like this.

his teasing finger finally starts to deepen inside you, slowly at first. he can feel every pulse of your core around his finger, and it’s so hot that he can feel himself getting hard again. and you’re so wet, oh my god, so fucking wet. your arousal is dripping down his chin and his hand, making a sticky mess. when you start to roll your hips onto his face, he swears he’s in heaven.

he inserts another finger, feeling that tightness grip around them. it’s only getting more erratic now, clenching around him with each grind of your hips. he curls his fingers to prod at that sensitive spot, causing you to moan out his name—

“mark, don’t stop,” you whine, looking down at him basically making out with your pussy.

he continues the same movements, repeatedly hitting your g spot and swirling his dripping tongue on your clit. your back arches and legs unintentionally close around his head, making him push them back open with his free hand.

and then he starts humming against you. the vibrations send a shock wave through your body, that mixed with his fingers, his tongue, his hand gripping tightly against your thigh… it feels so intense and so so good. you cum on his tongue, with him desperately holding your hips down and he helps you ride out your high. he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, and you have to grab his head and lift it.

“oh my god,” you gasp, slowly coming down.

he smirks up at you with arousal-coated lips. “yeah, oh my god.” he stands up, immediately going to kiss you and you accepting him, wrapping your arms around him. he pulls away and leans his head against yours.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” he says, sighing out an exasperated laugh.

“i know, what the fuck, right?” you giggle.

“are you- are you doing anything right now?” he asks. “like, do you wanna get food or something?”

“are you asking me on a date?” you ask teasingly.

“don’t tell me you decided you’re creeped out by the drawing now,” he laughs.

“yeah. suuuper creeped out,” you joke, leaning in for another kiss. you hear a noise behind you, and look out through the security shutters to see a mall security guard passing by, scrolling through his phone.

“looks like he just missed the show,” mark says, causing you both to try and hold back your fit of giggles.

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pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader w. 0.8k genre: comedic fluff summary: your boyfriend, hyunjin, comes home on christmas day from sbs gayo daejeon after surprising you with a new look. he's shaved his hair and gone blonde. warnings: reader mourns the long hair but is very supportive. playful teasing a/n: this is literally just how i'm coping rn

New year and comeback season always meant new looks and fresh things. However, this was not expected.

You were at home, as always. Christmas was a busy day for Hyunjin, away at SBS Gayo Daejeon performing and looking pretty for the cameras. It was routine, but you always enjoyed tuning in and seeing the talent from him and his group as they performed.

There was a red carpet to unveil looks, but you were preparing some food for dinner that night. Things were getting hectic in the kitchen and time passed you by.

But your phone started to buzz. And buzz. And buzz.

Unable to ignore the repeating notification noises, you stopped what you were doing to figure out what had your phone blowing up. Notifications from posts and texts from friends... what was happening?

Everyone was talking about Hyunjin. As normal as it was for him to get the world's attention, the sheer amount of notifications was concerning. Something was obviously going on.

So, you opened your feed. It didn't take more than a single scroll for the picture to hit your timeline. On the red carpet, looking sharp and stunning, was Hyunjin. Beautiful outfit, many piercings, eyebrow slit fresh.

Oh, and his head was completely shaved and dyed blonde.

You stared at your phone in shock for what felt like forever. The two second clip of him looking stunning for the cameras replayed over and over as your brain tried to pick up the pieces.

You knew he wouldn't have his phone on him and able to look at it for a bit, but that did not stop you from blowing up his texts. Nothing outrageous or upset, but a lot of spammed questions and confusion got the message across pretty well. It was the least you could do.

Reeling from the overwhelming knowledge of your boyfriend's look, you decided to put your phone down and get back to cooking. You had to take your mind off of it or you might go insane.

The whole time, all you could think about was him. How drastic it was, how hot he looked, the whole bit. Hwang Hyunjin was taking up your entire mind.

Any task that you tried to do seemed impossible to entirely focus on. Every moment had you wanting to grab your phone and scroll, finding every possible photo of him. Hyunjin being a world-famous idol did not make this any easier.

Giving in, you resigned to doom scrolling. If you weren't able to focus, you wouldn't get anything done. Might as well just drool over how good he looks, you thought.

When he finally got done with the show, he was able to text you back briefly. He returned your texts with spam of his own, a bunch of apologies and letting you know when he'd be back.

Waiting for him to come home seemed impossible. The performance that the group gave was phenomenal as always. However, nothing could prepare you for seeing the look in person. Time passed dreadfully slow.

As you had finished up dinner, you heard the door swing open. You turned around to see Hyunjin out of breath. He waved to you, a shy smile on his face as he hung up his coat and took off his shoes. He approached slowly, looking uncertain.

"Do you... like it?" He finally asked, his voice shaky and small.

Staring at him for a few seconds, you smiled and nodded. "Of course I do, but why didn't you tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise! A Christmas gift, you know?" Hyunjin tried to explain, breathing still heavy from running, "I thought it was a really big change, and I was worried you'd say no."

You looked at him incredulously. "Why would I say no to you wanting to try something new?"

"I... don't know." Hyunjin climbed into a chair, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he fully caught his breath.

You watched him for a few moments, quietly observing his new look for yourself. He looked stunning, his sharp features accentuated by the new hair and the piercings grabbing your eye.

Although, you had something on your mind. "Oh, your poor hair," You lamented jokingly, "If you had warned me, I would've cherished it more if I knew it was the last time I'd see it."

"Aish, you'll see it again," Hyunjin groaned, standing up and looking at you, "Just not for a while."

"You better grow it back out," You retorted, walking over and running your fingers through his soft, short hair.

Hyunjin grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "We'll see."

"Hwang Hyunjin."

"Okay, okay, sorry."

As you plated your dinner with him, you looked over and snickered. "God, you really do look like a chestnut. Changbin was right."

"What did he call me?" Hyunjin scoffed, "I'm not a chestnut."

"Chestnut, dumpling, flour boy. You're becoming the real grocery list."

"I am not!"