#mbb x reader

[all444glo]

PERFECT ANGEL 🪽

warnings- smut with plot lmao!

summary: You’re the night to Jared’s day and he loves to see the night come ;)

You fanned yourself with the napkin that was previously being held down by the sad little cocktail you ordered. Some outdoor event for one of Jared’s brand deals—half press, half party, and all too humid. You were happy for him, of course. Proud, even. But the sweat building between your thighs and the cheap vodka swimming in your system weren’t doing you any favors.

You were trying. Really trying to be the supportive girlfriend. A lil WAG in training. But between constantly checking if your lace was lifting from the heat, swatting away whatever bug decided to make you its target, and fake smiling at people who didn’t know how to keep it pushing—you were so over it.

Meanwhile, Jared was in full campaign mode. Signing foreheads. Kissing babies. Smiling for every camera. It was always like that—he walked into any room and the whole place lit up. Meanwhile, you had resting bitch face, bitch thoughts, and matching bitch behavior. You weren’t disrespectful. Just… selective. If you weren’t Jared or your best friends, chances are you got hit with a quick “that’s crazy” and a head nod. He didn’t mind. In fact, he liked that about you.

“Angel,” his voice came from behind you, low and sweet in your ear. “You good?”

You gave him a shrug-nod combo while moving the straw around in your drink, not really looking at him. “We leaving soon. Like, two more hours,” he said, rubbing your shoulder.

That just irritated you more. “Jared, you know I hate the heat, and you know I hate people,” you mumbled, pressing the cold glass against your chest. “You gotta pick one, 'cause I’m not doing both. And you said two hours like that’s some lil shit.”

You frowned, trying not to catch an attitude—but you were already there.

“I’m mad at you” you said with your jaw clenched, evoking an immediate eye roll from your boyfriend. “I look a mess and you out here talking to everybody and they mama”

“Y/n you look normal, and secondly that’s my damn job” He grabbed your hand and kissed it, trying to reassure you in some capacity. “Quit with the attitude”

You couldn’t help it. He barely gave you 3 hours notice about the event. He didn’t tell you it was outside. And, the way he kept being extra friendly was only adding time to your sentence. He rubbed your thighs like that was supposed to help. His palm was hot through the thin sundress you threw on, and it was overstimulating.

“It’s too hot for all that touching,” you muttered, swatting his hand away.

“Don’t move my hands,” he said, calm but firm—that tone. The one that made your stomach flip even while you were tryna be mad. His hands slid back up, past your collarbone, fingers brushing your neck just enough to make you shift.

“We can do whatever you want after this,” he said low, teasing his fingers along your jaw. “Shopping, eating;I know your grumpy ass is hungry.” Lord knows he had spoiled you rotten, the key to your heart wasn’t material things. But it sure was a hint to it. You knew Jared would do just about anything to make you happy, it was one thing for you to be your usual nonchalant self but grumpy you was a different story.

You tried not to smile, but it slipped. “Okay,” you grumbled, adjusting in your seat.

Your body felt hot in a different way now—and Jared could tell. He always knew how to tick you off just enough, then flip the script the second he wanted your full attention.

Somewhere between that conversation and the way his hand never left your backside as he paraded you around, your attitude started softening. You didn’t even protest when he told you it was time to go.

“Let’s go baby,” he said in your ear. No explanation. You just followed him out. Despite his personality, Jared tended to be introverted just like you. Sure— he loved the attention but when his social battery was low he was ready to get out ASAP.

The ride to the hotel was mostly silent, except for the R&B playing and his hand on your thigh—still warm, still possessive. Still doing too much. “You still grumpy?” he asked, smirking at the red light.You didn’t even turn your head. “Always.”

He laughed under his breath. “Mhm. My poor overstimulated baby”

As soon as you got in the hotel room, you didn’t make it two steps before his hands were on your waist again, pulling you back into him. “I know you hate shit like that,” he whispered, lips brushing your neck. “But you still showed up for me.” His fingers slid up your waist, playing with the hem of your dress.

“You always show up for me.” He said, hands rubbing circles around your ass.

“Yeah even though you piss me off…” you whispered, but your voice was softer now.

He smiled against your skin. “You still love me though.”

You turned to face him, grabbed him by his hoodie, and kissed him like you meant it. All heat and attitude rolled up into one. Jared kissed you back like he’d been starving for it—hands cupping your face, sliding down to your hips, gripping you like he had something to prove.

He walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed, pushed you down with a firm palm on your chest. You gave him a look like you still had something slick to say, but your breathing said otherwise.

“You gon’ shut up and let me handle you,” he said, voice dropping, “or you still wanna run your mouth?”

Your thighs clenched on instinct.

“…I’ll be good,” you mumbled.

His grin turned lazy and low. “That’s what I thought.” He started slow. Dragged the dress up off your body with no rush. Kissed your collarbone. Bit your shoulder just light enough to make you squirm. “Wore this just for me?” he said, staring down at the lace set. “That’s hot.”

You smiled, cocky. “Maybe.”

“Yeah. You gon’ pay for that.”

He climbed over you, straddling your legs, mouth brushing your jaw. Every time you tried to grind against him or get slick, he pushed you down by the hips.

“Nah, you can wait.”

He kissed his way down your stomach, down to your thighs, pulling your panties to the side just to tease you—slow licks, soft sucking, fingers barely inside. He had you shaking before he even really gave you anything.

“So wet,” he muttered, licking his fingers after pulling them out of you. “All my grumpy baby needed was me.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips again.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he whispered, his voice turning stern. “I told you to wait.”

He held your legs open with one arm and slid two fingers in deep, curling them just right as his mouth went back to your clit—tongue working in slow, focused circles while you gripped the sheets like they did something to you. “Good girl,” he praised between strokes. “Just like that.”

When your orgasm hit, your whole body jumped—legs shaking, back arched, moaning his name so soft and messy it sounded like begging.

“You done actin’ out?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breath hot against your thigh.

You didn’t answer.

You just pulled him up by his hoodie, mouth against his neck, whispering, “Shut up and fuck me.”

Jared looked down at you, dick already hard in his sweats, and smiled like he’d been waiting to hear that all night.

“Say less.”

He slid in slow, one hand on your throat, the other on your waist, watching your face twist up as he filled you.

“You see that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Look at that mess you already making me on me”

You nodded, couldn’t even get a word out. Just clawed at his back and wrapped your legs around him tighter. He fucked you deep, steady, not rushing it. Just making sure you felt every inch, every stroke. “You being mean to me” he groaned as he fucked into you, holding your hips steady.

“Why youn love me baby, why you so mean but be creaming on me like this?”

The nasty words he spoke, only turned you more. You felt yourself cumming again. The second time messier than the first, your moans turning into little whines, hips jerking up into his like you couldn’t help it. He held you through it, whispering praises the whole time.“That’s my girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as you came down. “My perfect angel”

He didn’t slow down.

Not even after you came again, trembling under him, still clenching around his dick like you didn’t want to let him go. Jared watched you like you were the only thing that mattered in the room—eyes low, mouth parted, sweat glistening along his neck. You could feel him pulsing inside you, feel how close he was.

But he held on.

"You gon' let me have it?" he asked against your lips, hips rolling into you deeper, slower. “Or you still got somethin’ to prove?”

“I already gave it to you,” you breathed, nails dragging down his back.

He groaned, mouth dropping to your jaw, your throat, any inch of skin he could get his mouth on. “Nah, baby. I want all of it.”

He fucked you harder then, like he was chasing something. Like he was mad at you for getting him this worked up. Your hands tangled in his hoodie, pulling it halfway off his shoulders, and he didn’t even stop—just kept going, hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that felt more like a warning than a promise.

“Look at this mess you makin’,” he rasped, watching where your bodies met, eyes dark and locked in. “Got me losin’ my mind in it.”

You looked down, barely able to breathe, thighs shaking from overstimulation, but needing him to finish just as bad. “Cum for me,” you whispered, biting his shoulder. “I want it. Fill me up, J.”

That was all it took.

He buried himself deep one last time, a strained groan ripping from his chest as he came—hard, hot, his body stiffening on top of yours. You felt every twitch, every throb, every messy pulse of him spilling inside you.

“Fuuuck, angel,” he hissed, forehead pressed to yours, both of you catching your breath. “You really be driving me crazy.”

You smiled, lazy and smug, brushing his curls back from his face. “Good.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, still buried inside you. “Yeah… I like you just like this.”

“Messy and full of your dick?”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

[themrsbueckers]

shes literally so pretty i cant take it

[caitlinclarkspam]

New: Caitlin Clark with a fan during Butler MBB game

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

in the afterglow

SUMMARY: Bob longs for something real.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, angst (if you really squint), otherwise none

WORD COUNT: 375

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She brushes a hand over his flushed and sweaty chest, watching it travel across the expanse of his pecs. Somehow, her fingertips are cold.

He brings his own hand up to cradle hers. Pressing it closer to where his heart is so she can feel it beating rapidly, not just from the strain of their activities, but because she’s near. He doesn’t have the words to articulate what they are yet, but it’s on the tip of his tongue.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Abby looks up into his eyes, and for who knows what time, he can’t read her. Whatever she’s thinking is a closely guarded secret he’s not yet privy to, but he’ll get there. He knows he will.

“It’s not important,” she whispers, and cranes her neck down to place a kiss on the back of his hand.

Placing a finger under her chin, he brings her lips to his. Gentle. Soft. Not desperate like all the other times he’s kissed her, no, this is a kiss just because. Because kissing her feels like belonging for the first time, and he doesn’t know what to make of that ache in his chest.

He pecks her lips again and again, hoping it’ll make her stay. He knows it won’t. She always leaves after he drifts off to sleep, so tonight he’s trying to stay awake to keep her here. To keep the illusion that they could be something more than whatever they are alive.

She pulls back, a tired smile on her beautiful face, and she shudders under his touch as he runs his thumb over the beauty mark next to her nose. “Go to sleep, Bobby,” she whispers into the darkness, pecking his lips once more.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion overtake his body. “I like when you call me that,” he whispers back as his eyelids grow heavy and slip closed.

Leaning forward, she kisses the tip of his nose. “Sweet dreams, Bobby.”

His vision darkens and the outlines of her face blur. “They always are when you’re here.” It’s a raw and vulnerable confession, but he’s too tired to fight sleep as it pulls him under.

When he wakes the next morning, she’s gone.

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[sturn-saturn]

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[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 5

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

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“Morning,” Changkyun whispered.

Seeing him lying next to me, inches away from my face, was shocking. I screamed and stumbled to get out of the bed.

“What the—why are you here?”

“In my bedroom?” He asked me while laughing, “Sorry, our bedroom”

I shook my head, “But I locked the door.”

He laughed again. “I have a key, of course”

One moment of peace, that’s all I'm asking for.

“Get back here, it’s still early.” His arms reached out to me.

Not. A. Chance. He gave me a pout. “No, I’m good.” I crossed my arms over my chest, was it always this cold in the house?

Changkyun watched me try the door; it wouldn't open. I whipped around to look at him, jiggling the handle loudly. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask properly. “Why won’t it open?” I demanded, ending softly so as not to provoke him.

“I locked it,” he answered simply, now sitting up, one hand resting on the bed where I had been.

I could feel my stress levels rising. I’m locked in a room with this psycho. And apparently, he can lock and unlock any door. Whereas I am becoming progressively more and more helpless. It was one thing to be sitting in the open floorplan of the kitchen-dining-living room downstairs. But here, it was as if the walls were closing in on me.

“Come back to me.” He requested.

Obeying felt like throwing away my dignity, but I was in constant fear it would be that or my life. My skin crawled as I climbed back onto the bed, almost falling off the edge to sit as far away as possible. Too close. Still too close. His face brightened and he tugged harshly on my arm, pulling me toward him. Manhandling me as he saw fit.

“This makes me so happy, you know.”

“I know.” I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. My back to his chest as he played with my hands.

For an hour, we sat like that. Or at least, I thought it was an hour. There wasn’t a clock in the bedroom. There wasn’t a clock in most of the rooms, except for the kitchen. Time seemed to drag on–more so with Changkyun here than before. Thankfully, he didn’t make me talk much, mostly just rambled to himself. I even managed to block him out at some points.

“--beakfast.” I heard, snapping back from zoning out.

Changkyun lifted me slightly, just enough to move me out of his lap, positioning me beside him, and got out of bed.  He must have said something along the lines of ‘Let’s have breakfast.’ I smirked and silently congratulated myself on being able to drown him out.

“Your smile is beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I told you, you would be happy here. I’ll make you happy.”

I had let my guard down. When I looked back up from my hands I’d punched the bed with, Changkyun was looking back at me, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing!?” I looked away.

“Uh… getting dressed.”

“Go into the bathroom or something,” I shouted at him, averting my eyes.

Changkyun chuckled, “My y/n, so innocent and shy.”

He took some clothes and walked them to the bathroom. Despite it being him who was shirtless rather than me, I felt violated. Get me out of here.

“Are you not going to change?” He asked, re-entering the bedroom. “Wait,” he threw his pajamas, “I know just what you should wear!” He rifled through the dresser. Great, he had my whole wardrobe memorized now?

“I can find something mys–”

“No, this is perfect.” He held out a bulky sweatshirt of mine. “Then we can match,” he beamed.

I glanced from his excited expression, to the baggy white sweats he was wearing. “Great, we can match.” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Like a real couple,” he mused; I took the clothes he was holding out to me.

Gag me, I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’ll change, and uh meet you downstairs.”

He offered to wait for me, but when I assured him on how hungry I was, he rushed downstairs instead. I can’t get a grip on his personality. He’s so hot and cold. It's as if my tone could determine his whole state of being. But he also didn’t seem to care as long as I was saying what he wanted to hear. This is limbo. A continuous state of high tension, confusion, and most importantly, never ending mental torture. As easy as he was to set off, it was just as easy to please him.

I sat alone in the room after getting dressed. I needed to be alone to sort out my thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to at least step outside. I should have pushed through my drowsiness last night. Tried the doors or tied him up when he slept. Surely Changkyun would have to go back to work eventually, right? I just have to wait it out until then. If I spend this time learning about Changkyun, learning about the house, maybe I could find some way out. Or at least get a key to one of the locked doors. I had begun to understand why all the cleaning supplies were locked away.

The quiet was nice... To be away from Changkyun’s delusions. And then, of course, cue the bedroom door opening. Changkyun looked concerned as he had been calling out my name, “You haven’t come down for breakfast, is something wrong?”

He can’t be left alone for five minutes. “Just starting my morning off slow.” I answered although it was perfectly normal for me to have held back a couple minutes and needed absolutely no explanation. 

“Oh… okay… But I want you to come downstairs now.” This was not a request but a demand.

“Coming,” I stood up.

“I love that we’re matching.” He repeated.

“I know you do,” I signed, following him down the stairs.

“How about pancakes,” Changkyun suggested when we walked into the kitchen together. I shrugged. He stared back blankly.

“Sure.”

“I’m so excited to cook with you! You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this!”

Domesticity, I groaned, silently of course. “Changkyun I–”

“Yes love?”

My final straw, “I don’t want to cook with you,” I burst out. “I don’t want to match clothes with you! I want to go home!” I shouted at him while we walked. He did not look pleased.

“I think we need to talk,” was all Changkyun said. However, he was very deliberately directing me to sit down at the table. I don’t know what overcame me, I was becoming just as turbulent as him,

“No,” and possibly a little cocky.

His eyes widened. “I’m telling you to take a seat. It looks like you’re forgetting your place here.” Clutching my shoulder roughly, he walked me to the table. After pushing me down into one of the chairs, he added, “And that place is under my thumb,” for emphasis.

Fisting a handful of my hair, Changkyun forced me to look up at him. “When I ask you to do something, you do it.” His grip loosened and he let his hand glide through my hair. “I’m taking such good care of you,” he traced my jawline.

“My home is much better than where you were living before, and I’ve supplied you with anything you’d need. And I’ve not gotten so much as a ‘thank you’ from you. I even transported you here comfortably,” he was now smoothing my hair back and staring through me. “...tied up all your loose ends. You were bored of your job. And your family? How much have you thought about them really, since you got here?”

Every moment of every day. In fact, I even wrote them letters in case I never make it out of here.

“It’s time you stopped being so combative." he continued refocusing cupping my cheek and soothing my cheekbone with his thumb, "It was cute when you acted like that with other men, but I’m really not interested in it anymore. We’ve had a rocky start, but it will make our story all the more romantic. Now, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, showing off his dimples.

I stared blankly and we sat there for a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, I felt like I was in a cringy coming of age argument.

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough. When I ask you to do something, you jump at the chance to fulfill my request.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced a kiss on me. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He whispered against my skin. “I forgive you,” He punctuated this with a pat on my head. He pulled away to hold me at arm's length by my shoulders, “I could never stay mad at you. Now let’s make breakfast.”

And so, Changkyun gets everything he wants.

Doing anything with Changkyun was a painful ordeal. He didn’t make anything easy. At one point he threw flour at me. I cringed and laughed to cover my blatant agitation. I imagined what would happen if I poured milk on him… probably best not to find out.

“Jagiya,” I didn’t realize I had zoned out again, while he handled the stove, ‘don't want you accidentally burning yourself.’ When I refused to answer to his pet names, he called out my name, “--I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?”

“You don’t look like you're having fun.” I’m not. Changkyun gazed at me with disappointment.

“No,” I did my best to preserve the peace. “No, I’m having so much fun” I dipped my finger in the batter and swiped it across his cheek, “...with you.”

He looked slightly shocked, and then burst into a smile and started giggling. Honestly, that felt like a 50/50 shot. I joined him in laughing, though mostly out of relief. He cupped my face, with a sincere look in his eyes. Now I laughed genuinely. I couldn’t take him seriously with the batter smeared on his face,

“You look ridiculous” I blurted out. This obviously hurt him. He thought we were having a moment and I quite literally laughed in his face. “Uh, because of your face.” I was not remedying the situation. He pulled away. “I mean because of this.”

I grabbed him and aggressively wiped at his face. This only made more of a mess. Twice now, I've touched him voluntarily, and my hand burned because of it. Not that I was keeping count–he probably was though.  He froze, and coughed awkwardly–or, more likely, because of the smoke billowing off the pan on the stove.

Twice as flustered now, “Go over there, don’t breathe in the smoke, it's bad for you.” Changkyun prompted me to leave the kitchen. I obeyed, at least I don't have to clean it up. In the meantime, I made my way to the bathroom down the hall and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“He is despicable.” I looked myself in the eyes. “He’s not friendly, he’s dangerous. A loose cannon and a criminal. Remember twenty minutes ago? Do not feel bad for hurting his feelings. He deserves every insult in the book, he is a monster.” After a couple more minutes of reminding myself Changkyun did not deserve me trying my hardest, I re-entered the kitchen.

“Sorry I ruined breakfast,” Changkyun looked at me with a discouraged expression.

“It’s not ruined, there's still some batter left!”

“If you like them with a little smoke.” 

“It just gives them an edge. Besides, there wasn’t that much smoke.” I was already back on my bullshit, and he didn’t even seem convinced. And then it hit me–how stupid I was. I hacked out a fake cough, “On second thought…” This made him panic. “Maybe we should open a window?”

He guided me out of the kitchen. “The windows don’t open.” He laughed incredulously.

“Oh… Right,” I chuckled, “Then maybe the back d–”

“No.” he said sternly.

We wound up in the library and didn’t speak, but I knew better than to try and leave when he shut the door purposefully behind us. Choosing to sit in the chair by the window, I drank in the midmorning sunlight. I wasn’t sure why he was so quiet, but busied myself reprimanding myself for falling for his puppy dog eyes and self-deprecation.

At some point he left; I stayed, so as not to look like I was following him. Eventually, he came back. I tried to act like I didn’t notice, like I was too wrapped up in this book, but the truth is I was painfully aware of his every move. My head ached from the hypervigilance, and it's been forever since I ate last. The sun and barred windows came together to cast harsh shadows on the floor, it must be past noon now.

Changkyun broke the silence, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend our first full day together.” That’s right, it’s only been a total of one full day. He crossed the small room to kneel in front of me, “please don’t ignore me.” This sounded much more like a plea than usual, and he placed his hands gently on my knees, “I ordered us something.”

I looked down my nose at him, doing my best not to shudder from his touch. Hopefully, he thinks I’m waiting for him to stop talking so I can carry on reading.

“Since apparently neither of us can be trusted to cook,” he let out a weak laugh, and looked away. I am not impressed. I know I’m most likely testing his patience, but I could get used to openly showing my disgust for him. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger. I never want you to be uncomfortable,” He looked away.

I raised an eyebrow, so this is why he was being so mild, he thinks I’m upset with him? Danger? Uncomfortable? A little smoke’s not gonna kill me. I rolled my eyes, internally of course. And don’t even get me started on being uncomfortable.

“The smoke’s all gone,” he said hopefully.

I would assume so, it’s not like the house was on fire. I brushed his hands off of me, “Is the food here?”

“Any minute now,'' he reports, delighted.

Gently, he plucks the book out of my hand and places it on the windowsill. I try to tug my hand away, but he already has a merciless grip on me, accompanied by a blissful smile on his face. I let him guide me into the kitchen while he rattled on about “Sorry” and “we’re so silly” and other things about us that he made up, like how similar we are. 

Lunch passed slowly also; except this time, I wasn’t allowed to leave when I was done. Although, I learned some things about Changkyun: he is a nepo baby, he travels relatively often, he's wildly obsessed with me, and his favorite color is purple (although it is unclear whether or not that is because it’s my favorite color). Of course, those were all things he told me. On inference, I learned he’s relatively estranged from his family, he’s a homebody, and him thinking I’m upset with him is much more propitious than me actually being upset with him. In other words, the cold shoulder is highly effective.

Since lunch was so late, I requested that I skip dinner. He did not oblige so I picked at my food and sat with him. We got onto the topic of hobbies which I thought was pointless because he made an effort to brag about how much he knew about me. This morphed into hobbies I should take up.

“You know what you need?” I stared at him. “To brush up on your Korean.” Brush up? I didn’t know any. “Not that it’ll be anytime soon, but when I go to work, I want you studying. And then we could talk to each other in Korean.” He swooned.

“Are you fluent?” He nodded; obviously happy I was inquiring about him. But that was the extent of the questions I asked.

And so the day crawled to a close, ending with us arguing about him leaving the room while I showered–I won after appealing to him: I’m, “still so shy. It’s cute.” I ended up leaving the shower running so I could fall asleep alone.

[themrsbueckers]

i really dont understood though why they drafted her and have her on the team when they barely play her if they even do🌚 not tryna be mean or start nth but i genuinely dont get it like yes they are a phenomenal team with great players but to use the aces as a example they are a AMAZING team and always make sure to put kate in even if she doesnt score or point or even if its a hard game they still give her at least a full 1-2 minutes and not to start anything but i feel like her wnba career would flourish much more if she signed to literally any other team even the mystics 😭

ontop of that to there have been so many times where it made so much sense to put her on the court like when they were playing indiana it would make SO much sense to court her and have her guard caitlin

everyone has their different opinions but i feel you cant deny the fact that other rookies get more playing time and some of the coaches choices dont really make sense

and if none of that then i feel like everyone can definitely her career would be so much better if she signed with another team🌚

but anyways yea

damn i hate uconn fans especially these damn new nika minions. like yea she doesn’t have any points cause she doesn’t play ?? she doesn’t play for a reason the storm dont NEED to use that woman?? 😂😂😂

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a kneading kiss ~ osamu m. x reader a ‘my bisque beau’ spin-off series

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you were reluctant at first, but you’ve unequivocally fallen in love with osamu miya. it took a while to realize it, but he’s made your world a little brighter, and your pottery work a little better. now, the two of you just have to find your way in the world together. in silly shenanigans and interesting date nights, this series of oneshots will explore your one-of-a-kind love for each other.

tags: ceramist x cook, established relationship, spin-off series, really sweet and mushy warnings: ‘my bisque beau’ has to be read first, they’re oneshots and are standalone unless stated otherwise, just set after the events of mbb, very little angst, most of them will just be cute, mentions of eating/food, will be posted sporadically taglist: comment/dm/ask box to be tagged

chapters: corner of my mouth tea full of love

[fineprintedsunsets]

A.I.R

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 4! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

artificial intelligence au + "do you like it when I touch you like this, I can keep going if you want me to".

Synopsis: Your "Bucky Bots" are acting odd, and you're determined to fix the malfunction.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: (it was so difficult to come up with something for this ngl) robots behaving in a sexual way? slight dub!con. robot!buckybarnes x f reader. fingering.

You have been at this for days, trying desperately to pinpoint what caused the A.I.R. to malfunction. You fiddle with his backside, wires, and switches fill his compartment, waiting to be cut, analyzed, or messed with.

A.I.R was your own intelligence company. Standing for, (Artificially Intelligent Robots). It took you years to be where your feet stand now, in your own private lab, with enough money to donate to countless charities, and still have some left to retire on.

Recently, your MBBs, (Male Barnes Bots) have been acting strangely. You’ve often found them nearing you when you're not looking, even if their power switches are off. One of them even wrapped a metal hand around your waist, attempting to pull you to its metal frame.

You screamed, prying off the robot’s hand and reaching around to pull its connector wire. It powered down immediately, and you couldn’t lie it had shaken you a bit. Working with AI can be scary, especially with malicious people on the internet. But putting that intelligence inside a vessel, it’s even spookier.

Anything can go wrong.

Even as you tear at one of the Barnes Bots wires, you huff, wiping the sweat from your forehead and placing the tool down on the lab table. The bot lies lifeless on the table as you switch to look into its program.

You turn the monitor to face you, the screen reflecting in your glasses. Hunching over the desk to toy with the mouse, you start clicking the files, rummaging through its code. Most are just random data commands, the Barnes Bots were originally made to help with everyday activities.

Cooking, Cleaning, and Shopping.

Like a Roomba, but better.

Way better.

Due to this… problem, the bots release date has been called off, and now you are stuck in the lab trying to figure out the problem. You were the only one who could, this was your technology. You click on the only file you have left to sort through, scrunching at the harshness of the computer screen light.

It’s raining outside, and it’s almost completely pitch black.

Jesus.

How long have you been at the lab? Hours must have passed by. The file opens to rays of codes, and almost immediately you spot it. The inputs and outputs have been messed with. You pull away from the screen, nervously glancing at the Barnes Bot.

A virus is in his system, someone must have downloaded it, or the files might have been corrupted. You gasp, feeling a metal hand wrap around your hip, molding your hoodie to your small body. Anxiety seeps into your bones as you catch the reflection of your captor. The broken-down bot is still on the table, but behind you, is one of the many hundreds you created.

“A.I.R! Power down Barnes Bot 34” Your AI system doesn’t respond, and the Barnes Bot still has his metal fingers wrapped around your waist. You are scared now, this stuff only happens in movies, the whole “Watch out, your creations might turn on you" has never been more real at this moment.

You flip around, facing the bot. It’s one of the realistic versions. “Bucky” is what you had called this model. You had to admit, the face you created for the bot was gorgeous. His metal fingers were wrapped in the mold as well, making his artificial fingers feel like flesh.

Everything about this bot looked human, the way he moved, the way he talked. “Let go!” You scratch, trying to pry off his fingers. The bot smiles in an odd way, almost seductively…

You feel his other hand reach down your pants, as he keeps you in place. You kick, aiming for its legs, but it won't let up. “Power down!” The bot’s fingers dip into your panties waistline, a shiver coursing through your back. If you could just get to his connecter-

“Fuck.” An illicit moan echoes you, feeling its faux flesh fingers graze against your folds. You're stuck against the desk, unable to stop ‘Bucky’.

“Need to please you.” The bot says, his voice sounding as smooth as a human's, with no gaps or pauses like you hear in normal ai. Right then and there, you’ve figured it out. There’s a virus all right, and it’s causing the bots to act in a sexual manner.

You reach around his head, but the bot pulls away quickly, dodging your fingers. His own appendages circle your clit as you buck against him, begging for the torture to stop but for the pleasure to continue. This isn’t right, you shouldn’t be this wet from an A.I.R M.B.B.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this? I can keep going if you want me to.” The bot says smoothly. Its faux eyes lock with yours, his fingers bruising your hip as his hand finds your entrance.

This can’t be real. The words that come out of your mouth are feral and-

“Answer me, human.”

That response should concern you. Barnes Bots should not be acting like this, but when those fleshy fingers slide against you, their body pressing down on you, pushing you further into the desk, you don’t seem to care.

“Yes, Bucky!” You cry, bucking your hips into the metal framework of ‘Bucky’. It’s late, you're probably hallucinating from the lack of water you’ve had all day.

“Doing so good, human.”

“Good girl.” The bot somehow purrs, working his fingers in and out of you. You close your eyes, your fingers holding onto the edge of the desk. Heat rises in your cheeks, being praised by a robot…

Your robot, for that matter, Shouldn’t make you wet. But it does a large enough amount that the bot notices, hearing his metal framework slide in and out of your wet heat.

“Come for me, my little human. Make a mess on my fingers.” The Barnes Bot drones on, pumping his fingers in a curling motion. You didn’t program them to do that. Something is seriously messed up in the code, but right now, it doesn’t matter.

Not even a little bit.

A few more cruel thrust has you coming against the bot’s fingers, feeling his cool digits slide out with crude noises. You open your eyes, the orgasm still wracking waves against your small body. You lock eyes with the ‘Bucky’ Bot, his faux stare boring into your fingered-out frame. His metal fingers are covered in your desire.

Thank god they're waterproof.

[themrsbueckers]

so Q outed paige and then mariah outed paige? how does everyone know that q outed her and why is mariah telling everyone

dont get me wrong im on mariahs side but for that ONE specific thing shes also in the wrong for telling everyone Q outed her to her since shes also outing paige by telling everyone

take a shot everytime i said outing/outed and lets see how sober we are

Q is insane for this

[all444glo]

BIOLOGY 101

warnings: scientific experimentation (dissection of a frog Imao), slight language i guess

summary: Four hour labs are difficult enough, your major has been putting you through the ringer and you're only on your second science class! Not to mention the only thing your lab partner can contribute is fake basketball moves on the air...

You blew out a frustrated breath, watching your goggles fog up for like the third time. It was freezing in the lab, and your patience was wearing thin. You wiped the lenses on your hoodie sleeve, sighing as you glanced around. Everyone else was locked in—scalpels moving, organs getting bagged, lab sheets half-filled. Meanwhile, your group was... just you. Alone. Again.

You looked over at the empty seat next to you, shaking your head. Jared was nowhere to be found. As usual. Always late, always showing up when everything’s already done—or worse, showing up just to be a distraction. You’d asked your professor to switch groups at least three times, even offered to work solo permanently. But every time, they hit you with that same line:“You show the most growth when challenged.”

Whatever that meant. All it did was piss you off.

You looked down at the frog on your tray. Cold, limp, and smelling like chemicals and sadness. The gloves didn’t block out the texture—it still felt like holding raw meat. You cringed, holding it down and lining up your scalpel.

“Okay... just a straight line,” you whispered to yourself, heart beating faster than it should’ve. You started slicing, trying to ignore how slick and squishy it felt under your hand.

You were halfway through pulling out the organs when you felt something warm behind you. A breath. Way too close.

“Whatcha doin’?” a voice whispered right at your ear.

You jumped and spun around slightly, heart damn near leaping out of your chest.

“Don’t do that shit! What the fuck!?”

It was Jared. Grinning like he hadn’t just scared the life out of you. His curls were messy, and he had that sweaty athlete smell mixed with cheap cologne. He was in full gym fit, sleeves pushed up, looking like he hadn’t been in class all day.

“I just got back from practice,” he said, dropping into the seat like he owned it. “Didn’t think I missed much.”

You gave him a blank look. “You missed the entire first half of the lab.”

He just smiled and shrugged. “I’m here now. I’ll just watch you do your thing.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to the frog, trying to focus. You lined up for the second incision when Jared leaned over again.

“Wait, wait—hold up,” he said, whisper-yelling like it was a life-or-death situation. “You’re about to cut too deep. You only need to cut through the second layer.”

You paused and stared at him. “You barely show up, but now you got tips?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘cause I don’t show up don’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You scoffed. “Oh, so now you’re a frog expert.”

Without saying anything else, he picked up a scalpel and made a nearly perfect cut. Clean, precise, no hesitation. Then he started removing the limbs and putting them in the correct storage bins like it was second nature.

You blinked. “...You’ve done this before?”

He gave you a smug look. “Maybe I paid attention the first week. Maybe I’m just that good.”

You looked him up and down. “Or maybe you finally decided to be useful.”

He laughed. “Wow. So much appreciation. No ‘thank you, Jared’? No ‘you saved my grade’?”

“Boy, please I should be hearing the exact same thing from you every time we have this lab”

He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head like he was proud of himself. “I’m just sayin’... who doesn’t know how to cut a frog?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You tried to hide the small smile creeping onto your face, but he caught it instantly.

“Oh, look at this,” he said, grinning. “My lab partner has dimples? Since when?”

“Don’t get it confused. It’s a one-time thing.”

“Nah. I’m taking that win. I got you to laugh.”

“You didn’t get me to laugh. I just laughed at you.”

“Same difference.”

You shook your head, slightly amused. Not that you’d admit it out loud. Jared had that annoying charm—like he wasn’t even trying, but somehow always got under your skin.

He nudged you with his elbow. “You know, maybe if you let me do more, the work load would be easier.”

You paused.

In hindsight, you had been the one telling him not to come. Or not to worry about helping. Or straight up ignoring his texts. Mostly because you didn’t trust him to take things seriously, but that was probably on you too.

“You still always late though,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“I got practice, Y/N. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, well, grades still matter.”

“Not when you tryna go pro like me.”

You stared at him, mouth half open, trying to process the confidence. Then you started laughing. Loud. People from the next table looked over.

“Ain’t no way you just said that with your whole chest,” you said, wiping your eyes. “Boy, be soooo for real. like, put the fries in the bag.”

He laughed too, tossing his gloves on the table. “I’m so serious. When I make it to the NBA, don’t act like you know me.”

“I don’t even got your number saved, I barely know you now—”

He gasped. “That’s foul.”

“You always textin’ me ‘yo’ or sending a damn emoji. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“That’s communication!” he said, laughing.

“That’s foolishness.”

He shook his head. “Alright, bet. Save my number now. Matter of fact, use it. Text me sometime.”

“For what?”

He leaned in a little, voice dropping low again. “So we can kick it. Go get food. Study. Hang out… maybe more.”

You gave him a look, pretending to be confused. “Still not sure what you mean.”

He smirked, brushing his fingers against your arm like he was testing the waters. “I’m sayin’... I want you, Y/N. Like, for real.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ohhh. That’s crazy, you got time for all that Mr.Nba Player?”

“For you Y/N of course I do”

[themrsbueckers]

im deceased

[thedocfromhell]

Hi , I wanted to ask whether you will ever contijue writing ' Be Mine ' and ' Do you even Love me ' on ao3. I followed you because of those fics but you stopped updating.

Hi annon. Unforutnately I don't think I can ever update those fics again. The reason is that , well my studies and new responsibilities. I started writing ' Do you even love me ? ' when I was in my final year and truth be told I discontinued it because I needed to study. Medicine is hard and to clear one more exam with internship going on was even harder. Some of you know that I posted 2 long fics of Levi x reader which has like 30 chapters on a03 when I was in my first and second year of mbbs and the reason why I was able to do it was because I didn't have to study too much and I had someone who did the household chores for me.

But then I needed to start studying seriously at a time when my mental health was at its worst. Writing felt too tiresome to me. I thought I would resume writing but now I have residency . And after that I have one more exam to clear to do my super specialisation. I just want to spend whatever freetime I get with my friends and bf rather than writing fics that do not give me any satisfaction anymore.

Those fics that you mentioned maybe updated in future by my sis because well she was the one who suggested me those ideas and requested me to write the.. For now I just want to live and enjoy the world outside of tumblr and do well in my residency.

Maybe you can write it in future @evemooniepeach since they were your original ideas , hmm ?

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

patch it up good

SUMMARY: After a deal goes sideways, Abby cleans Bob's bloody knuckles.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, cleaning wounds (not graphic), bob being horny on main, soft mob boss bob. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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SPECIAL THANKS: To @lovinglyeternal for sending this thot, which served as the inspiration for this drabble. To @joaquinwhorres, @wkndwlff, @sylviebell who all love MBB almost as much as I do.

A/N: I blacked out and wrote this in one sitting, then editing it took forever, and now it's way past my bedtime. So, enjoy this drabble, which is most likely crap.

“Sir?”

The sound of her smooth voice makes him turn around. She’s a vision. Poised, sophisticated, sexy. A deep frown decorates her face, and Bob wants nothing more than to smooth it out with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

It’s well past midnight and everyone in the building, save for him, has gone home to start their weekend. That includes Abby, yet she stands in the doorway to his office looking concerned.

She takes a few steps forward, her black heels clicking on the floor as she does. His eyes drop down, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to ground himself and keep visions of her in all kinds of compromising positions at bay.

“I wanted to finish up some paperwork,” she tells him. 

She takes another step forward, but Bob holds up a hand to keep her back. He doesn’t want her to see him like this. Exhausted and bruised, a little ashamed that he had to resort to violence to solve a simple issue.

Her eyes zero in on his raised hand before gliding down to his other that rests on the desk he’s half-sitting, half-leaning on.

“You’re hurt.”

He shakes his head, willing her concern to go away. “It’s nothing,” he insists.

Abby doesn’t say a word as she turns around and leaves his office, making him breathe a sigh of relief. He’s not sure why, but he wants to keep her away from his world as best as he can. He wants her to stay innocent and hopeful, untouched by the dangers of his life.

He wants that almost as much as he wants her.

He stands, walking to the small table next to the couch where he keeps his liquor. Pouring himself a glass of bourbon, he relishes in the burning feeling of alcohol in his throat. It’s a welcome sensation.

The sound of heels clacking on wooden floors draws his attention back up, and Abby walks into his office with a small red and white box in her hands.

“I thought I told you to g–”

“Sit down,” she interrupts. His hand freezes mid-air, and he tilts his head to the side with narrowed eyes. It’s a command given in the last tone he expected her to take with him.

He places the half empty glass of bourbon on the side table and walks back to the desk where he perches on the edge. 

Abby walks up to him, placing the box that he now recognizes as a first aid kit on the desk next to him. He spreads his legs further, allowing her to stand between them.

She unwraps an antiseptic wipe and puts her hand out for him to place his own into. He hesitates, knows he’s playing a dangerous game by letting her see him like this. Abby, however, grows impatient and all but yanks his hand towards her.

When the wipe touches the open cuts on his knuckles, he can’t help the hiss that escapes his throat. He’s been here a thousand times before, but it still surprises him how much the alcohol stings.

He peers down at Abby, who’s concentrating on gently wiping at the wounds. Her dark lashes fall like blankets against her rounded cheeks, and a stray hair has untucked itself from her ponytail. 

He watches her examine his hand before she places it back down on his thigh. She discards the wipe in the nearby trashcan and reaches for another.

She unwraps and takes his other hand in hers. “What happened?” She asks and meets his gaze for the first time since she got to work putting him back together.

He stays quiet, figures it’s for the best. He doesn’t want her to see him as someone who chooses a fight because not doing so is one reason he’s so good at what he does. He can keep his emotions in check. Usually.

She huffs out a small laugh. “Fine, don’t tell me,” she relents. “But don’t expect me to clean you up next time.”

A grin spreads across his face of its own volition. “Think there’ll be a next time?”

Her hands still in his, and when she looks up at him, it’s not the timid woman he’s grown used to. Her eyes are hard and unamused.

Her attention goes back to his knuckles, where she does a final few swipes across the angry skin. “There,” she says, and let’s go of his hand.

She discards the second wipe in the trash and moves to step back, but Bob reaches out for her. He touches her hip lightly, not wanting to startle her.

She looks down at where his hand rests on her hip, only to look back up at his face with a bewildered expression.

She doesn’t flinch, though, and lets herself come to him when he pulls at her hip. She fits between his legs perfectly and the scent of her perfume makes his head spin.

He’s never been as affected by someone as he is by Abby. She’s intoxicating.

Her breath hitches when his other hand travels up the curves of her body, landing on her jaw, so his fingertips touch the nape of her neck.

She holds his gaze, intense fire burning in those dark eyes. Her cheeks flush and turn warm under his palm, and he knows he has this effect on her. He wonders if she knows what she’s doing to him.

Tension hangs in the air, thick and palpable, when Bob leans down and places his mouth over Abby’s. She goes completely still for a moment, but then, right as he goes to pull away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, she gasps against his lips and kisses him back.

He uses the hand on her hip to pull her closer, pressing harder against her mouth, letting his tongue run along the seam of her lips. She opens up without hesitation, and Bob groans into her mouth when her hand comes up and tugs on his hair.

It’s hungry and messy, the sounds of moans and shaking pen cups filling the quiet office. Bob wraps his arms around her waist, spinning them around so she’s the one on his desk.

He presses himself flush against her, not bothered to hide the bulge in his pants. She gasps again when he slots a leg between hers and it brushes against her clothed core. He wants nothing more than to keep drawing that sound out of her, to make her a whimpering mess under him.

One of his hands travels down to her leg and he hikes it up over his hip, but it’s the wrong thing to do. She pushes him off her, and Bob stumbles back slightly. Her hand raises up and covers her mouth, shock filling her eyes.

Bob steps back further to give her space and watches as her fingers tremble against her mouth. Something inside him breaks at the sight.

He opens his mouth to apologize. For craving her so much that he could no longer control himself. To beg forgiveness, but Abby beats him to it.

“I should go,” she mutters, standing up and straightening out her dress. 

He nods as she gathers up the first aid kit, and as she passes him on her way towards the door, he lightly grabs her elbow.

She stops, eyes darting down to his hand before returning to his face.

“I overstepped,” he says. “I’m so–”

The apology dies in his throat as Abby’s lips connect with his once again in a kiss that makes his head flood with desire and confusion.

She pulls away. “Goodnight, sir,” she says and walks out of his office, leaving Bob to his thoughts and a semi he’ll have to take care of himself.

It’s not until the sound of heels clacking on the floor fades that he snaps out of his stupor. He chuckles to himself, walking back to his long-forgotten glass of bourbon and downs the rest of its contents in one go.

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[kykyluvrr]

Thank you for putting anon requests on, could i request clingy boyfriend kylian headcanons? I love your writing thank you so much❤❤

↻ K. MBAPPÉ ...

✽ content: fluffy kylian hcs as a clingy boyfriend

✽ pairing(s): kylian mbappé x reader

✽ a/n: thank you sm for your request, yah i kinda forgot to turn on anon requests mbb but problem solveddd. i had some spare time and wrote these short hcs just to post something, so it isn't proof read and my english ain't the greatest so there might be a few spelling/grammar errors..

✽ a/n 2: TYSM for the reblogs they make my day anddd i wrote an angsty kylian makeout session fic, would you guys want to read it? also OMG I'm flying to paris soon AAAAAA ok now hcs

ʚ♡ɞ  your boyfriend was super clingy and you would consider yourself clingy too but he was on another level. 

ʚ♡ɞ  it's been almost 5 months since you started dating kylian and he's been clingy ever since.

ʚ♡ɞ  because your skin is so smooth, he used that as an excuse for being so clingy.

ʚ♡ɞ  you were not complaining. you loved when kylian's tall and muscular body clinged onto your body, and he knew it, but secretly pretended he didn't.

ʚ♡ɞ  whenever you guys went on a walk, he would immediately place his large hands on yours, claiming you in front of everyone. the grin on his face screamed “this princess is dating me yall !!!” he was so proud to walk around with you next to him. 

ʚ♡ɞ  he loved kisses and so did you. he would kiss you all the time. before going to sleep, after waking up, before and after a match. 

ʚ♡ɞ  in some cases, you could do something random and he would give you a kiss and say “you looked so cute doing that” leaving you confused. 

ʚ♡ɞ  he loved to have you around, especially during matches. “she is my good luck charm,” he would state proudly. 

ʚ♡ɞ  during makeout sessions, he loved to have you on his lap so he could worship your body with his hands. holding you by the waist was one of his favorite things to do. He always receives a laugh from you when he wraps his hand around your waist, because he knows it tickles for you when he does that, so he does it on purpose to tease you.

ʚ♡ɞ  during the “goodnight kisses,” his kisses would sometimes be super sloppy, lazy, and wet, he would, without him realizing it, touch you in some sensitive areas which would result in a moan escaping your mouth. he would continue doing so and the little “goodnight kiss” would turn into a long long night between you two...♡