#ple is so good especially

[saturnskyline]

ple and sky waiting for rain after and giving him support 🥺🥺 sad boy hours for me

[adventuringalchemy]

i genuinely don't know how else to tell these fuckers

[luviisabella]

hello!! i was here to ask if we could get a fic of giving denki a blowjob for the first time, and thats how reader finds out hes a vocal one !!

author notes: oh I LOVE you for requesting this, omg yes. I love diff characters but I also know he’s so vocal !! Thank you for the request bby 💘

18+ ⭐️ + University AU

- he’s not loud on purpose, he actually try’s to muffle his moans by biting his bottom lip or gritting his teeth but it just doesn’t work

- especially not when the girl he’s been pursing for two years is finally his girlfriend and especially not when she’s sucking him off like this

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“Y/n..” he groans and throws his head back.. you’re already teasing the tip of his dick with your tongue and from that alone he’s trying his best to not cum

You look up at him with the prettiest eyes before wrapping your soft hands around his length

“You don’t have to-“ but you cut him off the minute you took in his tip and began slowly stroking his dick

He didn’t want you to give him head first but you opted, because you needed to clarify the thought in your head that told you he’s vocal.. the idea of it was such a turn on you didn’t even hesitate to ask the moment he walked into your room

“Mmpf f-fuck hngh-“ his moans were like melodies, if you didn’t have your shorts on still you’d probably be playing with your pussy while giving him head just to satisfy the tension building in your lower abdomen

But for now, his whines would be more than enough..

You weren’t looking at him anymore, your eyes were shut as you found rhythm in your movements

He finally looked down at you, the lewd sight alone making him melt.. he then noticed the hair in your face and decided to brush it away to make it easier for you, it was an innocent act but you thought it was so hot you started sucking him faster and he was losing it

“Fuck, y/n ple-please I-“ and he bit his lip, his words nothing but noises now as he moaned

He didn’t realize he was involuntarily bucking his hips, the act turning you on even more and you couldn’t help but moan as you placed your hands on both sides of his thighs, now taking him in fully

“Hah- fuck fuck fuck, s’ good so good” the words fumbling out of his mouth with barely any coherence, all he could do was take the brutal pace you were giving him

“Wait ngh- w..wait im-“ and you knew exactly what he was gonna say. You didn’t plan on stopping, if anything you took this opportunity to swirl your tongue around his tip and really take him in the back of your throat, softly humming at the sensation of feeling full.

You didn’t realize the low vibrations were adding stimulation until he gently grabbed your hair, he didn’t dare pull it but instead seemed to be massaging your scalp. He was a bit scared of being rough.

“Im gonna cum, im- fuck- sorry” and you pulled back once before taking him in fully one last time. Letting your throat close on his dick as he reached his high, the feeling of him finishing down your throat making your pussy ache.. it felt like you were being edged.

After you heard his breathing die down you pulled back and licked your bottom lip, gently brushing it with your thumb before standing up and looking at your now overwhelmed boyfriend.

You began kissing his jawline causing him to softly whine before whispering in his ear…

“I look forward to doing this again, Denki”

author notes: I hope you enjoyed this ml, absolutely loved writing this for him, he’s definitely vocal + he’s such an underrated character, love him <3

[loveydoveysunray]

yandere! pervert pt. 2

T/W : Stalking, profanity, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies/behavior, jealousy, basic yandere behavior, etc.

nsfw for yandere! pervert, MINORS DNI

fem reader

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who loves watching you strip in front of him. Afterwards, he'll quickly ask if he could use your thighs so he can fuck 'em. His cock will be snug right in between your thighs and he'll start thrusting like crazy, moaning and whimpering in your ear how good your thighs feel wrapping around his cock so well and thanking you for making him feel so good. He'd also do it with your tits! He just loves you and your body so much :(

Whenever he fucks your thighs he always asks if he can just slip his tip into you a little but once he does he just ends up fucking you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who loves when you ride him, whether its reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, or rodeo, he loves watching your tits and ass bounce when you slam down onto his hips and his cock hits all the right places. He loves thrusting up while you slam down onto him.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert's favorite positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, sidefuck, and missionary. With missionary, he loves the feeling of your nails digging into his back and your arms wrapping around him so tight as if you never want to let go. He loves doggystyle because your muffled moans into your pillows and your ass in the air make him so turned on.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who loves to creampie you all the time. He definitely has a breeding kink because sometimes he just watches the mixed cum from your cunt roll down your pussy lips after he pulls out. And when it does drip out he just slams his cock back into your overstimulated pussy to keep it filled up.

He loves the imagine of your pussy twitching and cumming while his cock is still deep and shoved inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his seed. He watches the cum from you both drip out of your sore cunt and onto his thick cock, especially if y'all are fucking in the rodeo/cowgirl position.

He also likes cockwarming you afterwards! His dick is usually still hard so he'll thrust softly while the two of you enjoy the presence of the other. His soft thrusts turn into desperate ones very fast and start changing from soft to desperate, rough, and deep. There begins another round, good luck!

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who loves when you take over and have him moaning and humping like a bitch in heat. He listens to whatever you have to order him no matter what it is.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who, when you aren't around to help him with his horniness, fucks in between two pillows with your panties gagged into his mouth. He can't help it! Everything about you is just so sexy he can't get enough. As he fucks in between the pillows he's always muttering your name even with the panties stuffed into his mouth.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who puts your pleasure before his but still cums the first simply because of how good you look on him or under him, it doesn't matter.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who will eat you out every single day of the week if he could. Whenever he does he uses his fingers to spread apart your wet pussy lips and sucks on your clit. With his other hand under your shirt, he'll always softly pinch your nipples to hear your cute moans and whimpers.

He loves having you look down at him and push his face further into your pussy while he looks up at you. The image of your mouth hanging open, moaning for him and him only will always be engraved in his mind whenever he's jerking off alone.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who'll fuck you in any position anywhere even if it's not his personal favorite. Want him to bend you over the counter and fuck into your throbbing pussy until you pass out? He's already got your back pushed up against his chest ready to fill you up to the brim with his warm, sticky cum. Want hin tied up and pathetically begging to cum while you use him for your own pleasure? He's already handcuffed to the bed silly.

₊˚⊹♡ Yandere! pervert who is the absolute best at aftercare. Need to shower? The water is already warm for you to relax yourself. He'll gladly help you wash up with the only intention of being near you more and seeing your pretty body.

[gamblersdoll]

Imagine ruining Genya right before he’s sent to train with his brother in the training arc. Like he’s all shaky and dazed, can barely walk and his thighs trembling.

cw: 18+, riding, orgasm denial, drool, spit, praise, hashira reader

the night before training under the hashira had everyone nervous and jittery. especially hearing they have to train under the wind, love, serpent, and stone hashira. damn, they were basically scared of them all!

yet, they were more than less scared of the blood hashira. except for one, genya. your sweet, sweet boy who was more head over heels than scared. however, he was nervous to train under his own brother.

yet, here he was, a pillow princess until the hours of training arrived.

“f—oh fuck! oh god, rabubagu!” he whines, hips bucking up by accident and eyes rolling back. “shit, you feel so fu–ucking good!”

“uh huh, keep tellin’ me how good it feels, sweetheart.” you coo, hands pressed against his chest and moving your hips up and down his lengthy cock. “god, sweetheart, you make me so proud.”

his balls lurch up, heart swelling and fat tears dribble over his cheeks. the hearing of making you proud swells his heart and makes him want to cum instantly. “ple–please! please make me cum for you!” genya pleads, hands groping at your breasts and plump ass. “do anything — anything to make you proud of me!”

you pause, leaning down and kissing his neck as he whined and shivered in overstimulation and need. “yeah, ‘nya? you wanna cum?” you mock, grinding your hips against his tip and kissing his ear. “cum in me, make me so proud of you.”

he groans, fucking himself into your cervix and opening his mouth with his tongue lolling out and looking to you.

you spit in his mouth, moaning with your tits bouncing in your face and licking your lips. “just like that– uh huh! thats my boy!”

his eyes cross, toes curling and he shoots up, wrapping his arms around and your waist and creams his tip inside of your walls.

he silently thanked but regretted that little fuck session he had with you, not because you did anything that he didnt like, but only because he can only think of that and his thighs are still like jello from the intensity.

“you dumb fuck— pay attention if you wanna live!” sanemi shouts, slapping his head with the back of his hand.

“sorry.” genya mumbles, eyes glancing and catching a sight of you. legs crossed, eyes low and staring into his soul. his heart pounds, a craving for you again and needing another night with you since he wont see you for a bit in bed.

he needs you now.

[keis-slut]

hands|k.tsukishima

CW: FINGERING, CHOKING, DEGRADING, BEGGING, GAGGING, SLAPPING, ORAL, OVERSTIMULATION

at first, he was actually tutoring you.

your grade in math was only getting lower, along with other classes you’ve decided to just avoid, so your professor had proposed assigning you a tutor.

reluctantly, you’d stay after school with him, study in the library, half-ass some work, and he’d let you go about your day once he was satisfied with the work you had completed.

until eventually, sessions had moved to your house, or sometimes his, making it more comfortable.

he would tend to keep you a while, enjoyed torturing you for a bit.

things started to grow more personal over time, more intimate.

tutoring suddenly would last minutes, hours, to days.

starting to notice things about him you wouldn’t even bother giving a second glance before,

like the color of his eyes and how well his glasses framed them,

or even when he’d take them off for just a second to clean, and you could see their golden hue more clearly.

the way his short blonde hair waved on his head,

at just the perfect length before all short hair got to the awkward phase of growing out.

when his lips pursed as he would try to hold himself from playfully laughing whenever you got a question wrong,

and as if it would hide his snickering better, he would occasionally bring his hand up to cover his mouth.

or maybe then, what really got your attention were how absolutely huge his hands were.

especially compared to yours.

he was huge next to you, when you really started to notice it.

his long fingers forcing you to curse at your own thoughts when you’d stare at them as he pointed to a question you did incorrectly.

following the veins from his knuckles to where it spread up his arms, it made your body feel so shamefully hot.

and now, where your homework previously sat,

was you.

back against the wall and legs wide, you held yourself up with one hand as the other gripped his shoulder.

“k-kei, my parents are home…”

he shut you up by grabbing your inner thighs harder, pushing your legs open just a bit wider.

papers from your assignments were now sticking to the back of your thighs, and falling off the desk.

“and? be a good slut and shut up then”

your cunt throbbed at his words, as he practically licked his lips by the way between your legs glistened from the light of your desk lamp.

your face flushed as he leaned forward, bringing a hand to feel up your slick, teasing your entrance.

“please, kei…fingers, please”

your whines made him chuckle as he brought his other hand to your chest, giving a small squeeze before a surprising grip to your throat.

you gasped and let out a choked cry as your cunt clenched around nothing, the tips of his fingers feeling it just enough to fuck with you.

“such a needy cunt, clenching around nothing”

he raised his hand slightly, giving between your legs a small love tap, making you jolt in surprise.

“k-kei! stop teasing me, please”

he smirked and leaned down further, staring into your pleading eyes.

“oh, you want to beg for it, now?”

he teases, and you whine as he carefully drags his digits along your entrance, pushing in and bringing them out, just barely enough to make you feel good.

“go ahead, slut. beg for it then”

his grip around your throat tightens, making it hard for you to speak, but that was the goal for him.

he wanted to hear you beg with difficulty.

“i want your fingers, please, kei, please, ple-“

he shuts you up as he brings a thumb to your lips, your tongue swirling around the top before he pushes farther back on your tongue.

you buck your hips against his teasing hand, forgetting to even speak and only communicating through cries and moans, hoping that form of begging was enough for him.

you feel him carefully slip in one lanky finger, instantly clenching around him and letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

he removes his thumb from your mouth, deciding on switching to two fingers, same as his other hand feeling another slip inside you, curling ever so slightly.

he pushed his fingers deeper in your mouth, fingering your throat as he curled his fingers against the roof of your cunt.

you grasped onto his arm closest to you, digging your nails into his skin as he fucked you with his fingers faster.

he finally pulls his hand away from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting to his knuckle.

your chest heaves as you cry his name, watching him get on his knees in front of you and grab one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder.

“w-what are-?…fuck-!”

he shifts his hand, now so that his fingers are flicking upwards inside you, giving his lips enough room to attach on your clit, his tongue curling flat on the bottom as he sucked.

fingers hooked inside your cunt, and tongue dragging along what he couldn’t reach, you threw your head against the wall and brought a hand up to his hair, whining that you were about to cum.

he lifted his head to get a good look at you for a second, watching your reaction and feeling how you tightened around him as he curled his fingers upwards, just holding them there.

he knew you were about to cum.

he knew this by your facial expression, the way you gripped his hair, how your legs shook around his head, and your hips bucked against his hand.

he’s done this enough to know you by now.

to know how to make you cum.

“that’s it, cum for me, whore”

he removed his eyes from watching your face, along with his hand, and instead replaced it with his mouth.

his tongue slipped just deep enough for it to send you over the edge, him feeling you clench around his wet muscle.

you finally glanced down as you watched his veiny arms and slender hands snake around your thighs, hooking around to spread your legs wider, ignoring how overstimulated you’ve become, and only focusing on making you finish.

“fuck! kei, im-! fuck!”

all he had to do was just barely glance up at you as he was tongue deep in your cunt, squeezing your thighs slightly as he tasted you finish in his mouth.

his hands slid up your thighs and to your hips, then to your tummy as he started to stand back up, his towering figure making your cunt throb for more.

you stare at him, breathless and trembling.

he slipped his hand back down, thumb tracing your clit as your legs locked around him.

“i’m not finished with you yet, slut”

[satansbiggestkinnie]

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩 ꒰NSFW + FLUFF꒱

Author's note: I'll make the side characters as soon as possible. I sometimes like to update this and the period headcanons. Also,GENDER NEUTRAL READER SUPREMACY !1!1!1!1!1

WARINGS!: SEXUAL CONTENT,RIDING (Lucifer),THIGH RIDING (Mammon),BOTTOM MC(Mammon,Lucifer),TOP MC (Levi,Mammon,Asmo),ANGRY/ROUGH SEX (Satan),DEGRADATION BUT ALSO PRAISE (Lucifer),DIRYY TALK (Mammon),DEGRADATION (MC to Leviathan) ,GRINDING,POWER BOTTOM ASMO

Featuring: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

Tags: Fluff,Lime,and Smut

Word count: 1889

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Lucifer:

✿- Bit startled by you and your courage,but he's beyond delighted.

• Plays music while you sit on his lap,you might even drink tea with him. If you're not clumsy.

• You also help him with paperwork. You'll probably fall asleep (force him to sleep,MC! You got this!!!).

• Strokes you hair,and kisses your neck from the back,he might distract.

• Speaking of distracting people,if he takes a quick breath from paperwork (like blinking and signing),it might be longer than usual,he has a stunning human right on him.

• Thinks you're the absolute cutest when you throw your arms on his shoulders• His hot breath makes it all the more calmer and relaxing there

• Might rest his chin on your shoulders.

• Grabs your hip with his spare hand and squeezes it softly.

• Cute lil neck kisses.

• "Hey,Luci,I finished this..." he realises he's been staring at you. "Have you been staring at me?" You giggled and kissed his cheek.

❦- Now, on a more unholy note (ya'll need christ/j),he'd probably kiss your neck,not letting you make a sound.

• He'll bite your neck and whisper dirty shit in your ears.

• He'll probably suck and/or lick on your nipples.

• He also likes degradation,but also praise. "Aren't you such a little slut for my cock? But that lewd face you make for me is so cute. My little slut."

• He especially degrades when he's slamming his cock into your ass (if you're a women,your tight little cunt).

• It'll be even worse if you tease him and try to get off. He'll make you grind on him even harder.

• Make take off your clothes and make you ride him. Then keep his cock warm for him? He might give you a special treat after that.

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Mammon:

✿- This cute motherfucker was so startled when you just ploped your but on his lap.

• He panicked for a second,you decided to get off,until he stopped you. He gently grabbed your wrist. "Wait...can ya, please stay? Just for a bit? It's not like I want ya to be here! You'd be honoured to.." You didn't let him finish. You sat on his lap once more and kissed him,whispering words of affirmation into his ears.

• He buried his face into your chest,almost wanting to kiss it.

• You like to watch movies on his lap. You pepper his face with kisses while the blush on his face is more red than Lord Diavolo's hair. He hides his smile (good thing,he would put the sun to SHAME!!!).

• Gets so flustered when you turn to face him. Even more when you kiss him and put your arms around his shoulders.

• Please do this in front of his brothers. Do it for cute Mammon and his voice actor.

❦- You ride his thigh,creating friction for yourself. He makes you beg for his cock. "Ple-please Ma-mm. Ngh!" He'll deny you his cock.

• He just loves how he makes you squirm in his lap,it makes his ego even bigger than it already is.

• "Oi...getting so worked up over the great Mammon. I haven't even touched ya." And even more dirty talk.

• You make him so wet when you kiss him so roughly and get on top of him in bed,grinding on him in an even rougher manner then when you were on his lap. He thinks it's so hot.

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Leviathan:

• You had been spending your day with the other brothers. They had so many things to do. Shopping with Asmo,gambling with Mammon,reading with Satan,and helping Lucifer. And sleeping with Belphie didn't help you at all. Meanwhile,Levi was gaming alone again. You were supposed to be gaming with him. You weren't giving him enough attention. So you came to Levi,exhausted. You sat next to him.

• "Hey,Levi..." he didn't answer,he looked annoyed. You cuddled up to him. He blushed,but he attempted to look irritated. Despite the fact you were way too tired,you decided to ask him what's wrong,being the loving partner you are. "Levi...? What's wrong?" Apparently he was giving you the silent treatment. "Levi. Give me attention." You sleepily protested. "I want to hug you. Please give me kisses." He opened his mouth. "Really? I'm surprised you don't want kisses from Mammon." Despite the fact he sounded annoyed and mad,you could hear a tinge of sadness in his voice. "What?" Before he could talk,you sat on his lap and kissed him. "You're my boyfriend. I love ..LEVI???"

• Levi faints.

• He barely heard your last words before going unconscious.

• Ugh,he's so baby girl.

• But,once he regains consciousness,he's so flustered. Poor baby doesn't know what to do!

• He hugs you and buries his face into your chest.

• ANIME,GAMING,ANIME,LOOKING AT HENRY 2.0

• He "accidentally" wrapped his tail around you.

• He's so happy when you're laying your head on his chest while you two watch anime or game,and when he wraps his tail around you,he's as close to you as he possibly could be. He's been to heaven,but by god,this so much better.

• Levi is getting the love he deserves, but if MC is overly affectionate and giving him all the hugs and kisses in a different way,weeeeeel

❦-"M-MC..." his controller is on the floor. "Shh,love." You decided to tease him by grinding against his cock. "M-MC! F-fuck! Please!" He wrapped his tail around you.

• You shushed. You lightly degraded him. "Yucky otaku. Don't talk when I don't tell you to." You took off his shirt and licked his nipples. "Beg for it." "M-MC! N- ngh!" "Use your words." To be continued :D

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Satan:

• Satan was reading a book,as usual,and you wanted attention,so you brought in hot cocoa for him after taking a sip of yours. You handed it to him and held yours. "Thank you,de..." Then you plopped yourself on his lap and layed your head on his chest,and put your hand on his chest.

• He questioned your actions,being the logical person he is. You explained that you thought his lap looked comfy. He chuckled for a moment,then went back to reading. With a smile on his face.

• He makes sure you're as close to him as possible. He pulls you to him. If questioned,he will say,"I want you to be warm and comfortable,love.

• Satan also wraps his tail around you. But he tries to be careful since his tail is basically armour. But occasionally,his tail might brush against your face.

• Kisses your head.

• Loves it when you read together on his lap. He feels like a true gentleman.

❦- Alright,onto nsfw. If he feels like teasing you,he might try to overestimulate,he might tease you and force you to read out loud while he has his dick in your ass (or cunt). He might even get on top of you and slam and pound himself into you.

• Rough sex real with Satan real.

• He leaves scratches on you and cherishes the scratches that you made.

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Asmodeus:

• While he is the sin of Lust,he loves romantic things! Haha,trick statement,you should've known that.

• But moving on from my pet peeve of people making Asmo horny and only horny,he is absolutely delighted!

• Honestly,you're both surprised you weren't in his lap sooner.

• He playfully asks you what you're planning,but he's very much enjoying himself.

• He wraps his arms around your waist cause he wants to hug your back.

• If you like makeup,he puts it on you while you're facing him. He would like you to put makeup on him,even if you aren't good.

• Will leave lipstick marks on your face and more.

• Honestly, everywhere. Lips,cheeks,hands,chest,don't you dare make a foot joke.

• Will play with your hair.

❦- He has a long tongue,and he will use it. Your nipples will he wet,and so will your sex.

• Likes it if you push yourself on top of him,while being the power bottom he is.

• Either praise him or degrade him,he just wants your lustful touch.

• "MC,hun... please touch me. I'm all yours."

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Beelzebub:

• You had just brought him food,a burger. But while you were giving it to him,you noticed your lap. It was so big and empty... better to snatch it before anyone else does!

• He thanks you,and as soon as you sit in his lap,his arms instinctly hug your waist. He makes sure to hug you tightly. He can't lose another person. Don't die.

• God,I love him.

• Feeds you food. He tries his best not to leave crumbs on you.

• You have whole-ass picnics on his lap. No,actually,you sat on his lap when you two were having a picnic. Probably with the brothers.

• Keeps you warm.

• He rocks you on his lap.

• Face him and kiss him,please.

❦- I headcanon Beel as asexual,and I think it would take a bit more to rile him up. So,I think you would have to praise him a bit and maybe tell him you want to sleep with him.

• He blushes and kisses you,using his tongue to explore every part of your mouth. He'll lick and suck your nipples.

• He'll grind onto your sex.

• Three words: soft dom Beel.

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Belphegor:

• "MC." He lazily called your name out. "Come here." You knew he was going to pull you in for cuddling,so decided to help him. You sat on his lap. He paused for a moment,not speaking. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. His sleeves were covering most of his hands,so it was a cute sight. "More. This is nice." His lazy way of saying,"Do this more."

• He'll find a way to sleep,he always does.

• Takes a nap on your shoulder

• He loves it when you lay your head on his chest or his shoulders.

• HUG THE PLUSHIES WHILE YOUR SITTING ON HIS LAP!!! Those plushies are basically your children. He will use that against his brothers.

• "Well,we have children,so...haha losers."

• Draws and/or sews with you if you'd like that.

• Nuzzles his face into your neck.

• This is just a new type of cuddling for him, to be honest.

• Once eat chocolate chip muffins with you on his lap.

❦- He tells you to be even louder to make sure everyone hears who's human you are.

• Kisses and sucks the sweet spot on your neck,leaving marks.

• He doesn't let your orgasm release until he says so,if you release before he tells you,then there might be a punishment.

• He's more than happy when you ride him

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[slutforth]

2009!BILL KAULITZ X FEM!READER

req: I was wondering if maybe you could write a headcanon or a fic abt Bill (2009 or 2008) dating fem!reader , who is a rapper and who has a total different clothing style (like super girly, etc)

cw: Heated makeout session, but nothing actually happens. Revealing clothing I guess?!?

a/n: Tysm for the request, I had lots of fun with this 😈 sorry it's short :P

"Thank you all, and goodnight!"

You yelled into the microphone, inflicting thousands of screams from all your fans that came to see you. Seeing all their happy faced made you so grateful that you had made it this far with your rapping career.

You ran off stage, your little white miniskirt doing the bare minimum to actually cover anything, but you didn't mind. You loved the attention, especially from your boyfriend. Bill.

People always found your relationship weird because of the stark contrast between your styles and how you dressed.

Bill stuck to a more edgy or "emo" style, with his dark eye makeup that you absolutely adored and his black and white dreads that sat perfectly on his shoulders. As well as the heavy and big pieces of jewellery that he decorated almost every outfit with.

Whereas you had a more girly style, always having your hair down or in some type of cutesy updo. You always made sure to incorporate pink into your outfit somehow, whether that was the whole outfit itself being pink or just a cute ribbon in your hair.

And not to mention that most of your outfits were quite revealing, especially the ones you wore on stage. Miniskirts and tight little shorts that left little to the imagination made it torturous for Bill to watch you from the wings.

Which is why, as soon as you were off stage, he grabbed your hand and dragged you to your dressing room. You just giggled, knowing that there was a raging problem under those baggy camo pants.

"Bill, as much as I'd love to... yknow.. help you out, I'm on again soon." You explained, knowing that he probably wouldn't let up and just try yo fuck you anyways.

"Don't care.." He growled, a firm grip still on your wrist. It was turning you on, seeing him all dominant and sexually frustrated.

You obediently followed, a silent gasp leaving your lips as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your hips and your plush thighs.

He cupped your face, smashing his lips onto yours to release all the pent-up frustration he had from watching you on stage in your pink little crop top and white mini skirt. He thought he was going to burst.

You let out a little moan into his mouth, feeling his hands slowly start to guide your hips back and forth against his lap. The friction from his pants onto your safety shorts felt way too good.

"Mm... Bill.." You breathed between kisses, his hand never leaving your hips to make sure the pleasure remained between your two bodies. He needed release, and he needed it now, but making out was one of his favourite things.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, gently probing and exploring as you kissed him back. The seam of his pants felt amazing against you, only making you grind down harder onto his lap.

The reaction you managed to get out of him caused you to smile into the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening as his lips stuttered against yours. You caught him off guard.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to break the kiss from air, but as soon as you did, Bill latched onto your neck, one of his hands travelling up and massaging your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

"Bill.." You breathed out as you glanced at the time, knowing you'd have to go on soon, so you wanted to stop whatever this was before you went back on stage.

"Shut up for a sec, hm?" He grumbled, clearly not happy that your attention wasn't fully on him. Instead, it was on your performance. Which was understandable, but it still annoyed him.

"Just keep moving those pretty hips." So you did, grinding slowly as you kept adding more pressure between you, only increasing the pleasure more and more.

You guys kept making out until you heard and abrupt knock at the door of your dressing room, followed by your manager yelling. "On in 5!" You pulled away and looked down at Bill with a smirk, knowing you were right after all the times you told him you needed to be on soon.

"Fuck." He rolled his eyes.

[kuronekobaji]

literally gonna torch this place I GOT A REQUESTTT FROM BAJISDARLING I THINK BUT I CANT FIND THE BLOG ?? ANYWAY. TYYY FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SO MUCH

warnings: smut from the middle to the end [kind of, it’s left on a cliffhanger he gets ready to eat you out], mentions of foolish animal abuse [feeding chocolates to dogs, outdoor cats], not proofread, sorrryyyyyyyy

synopsis: your husband, keisuke, comes home after a frustrating day at work. what better way to relieve his stress than lose himself in you?

note: this is so fucking short like 700 words MAX i thinkkk idk i didn’t do a wc but yeah… he’s a vet in this because eh . i highkey forgot how to write so this is complete and utter ass but i hope it’s half decent,, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE I’LL BEG ON MY KNEES PLE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

-𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

keisuke practically slams the door open, anger simmering underneath the surface of his not-so-stoic expression. he had an absolute clusterfuck of a day, and he really wanted nothing more than to melt into you completely; forget about the assholes he had the displeasure of encountering earlier and simply hold you like his own personal teddy bear. in lots of ways, you were.

he hurriedly locks the door and takes a brief moment to just… admire you. naturally, his expression softens at your presence, the sight of you laid up and sitting on the couch doing a bit to calm his boiling blood.

your eyes snap to the sounds at the door, and you brighten at the sight of your husband. although you can tell he’s not in a good mood, you know he’s not going to take it out on you — not violently or verbally, atleast — and you’re aware that he just needs you right now.

“sweetheart,” you murmur as he practically turns into a dreary puddle and stumbles over to you. he’d never get enough of the way your voice sounds, especially when you call out so lovingly to him.

“doll…” he groans, falling into your open arms and suddenly hoisting you up by the hips and outer thigh to pull you into a position where he could comfortably rest on you.

“bad day?”

“tch. understatement of the goddamn century,” he rasps, deep voice muffled by your chest as he lays atop you and in between your legs. “these goddamn owners don’t know what the hell they’re doing.”

you hum inquisitively, fingers reaching up to gently stroke his dark locks. he sighs, burrowing further into your warm embrace and taking it as a sign to elaborate.

“some goddamn moron decided to feed their dog chocolate cake and wondered why it fell sick,” he deadpans, irritation already finding its way back to him — until the sensation of you surrounds him once more. “next, an ‘outdoor cat owner’ complained to me ‘cause their cat contracted some diseases. swear to god, there should be some legal form to sign for anyone who decides to adopt these animals. i’m so fuckin’ tired of this bullshit, couldn’t wait to get home to ya.”

an understanding noise comes from your throat. he nuzzles your chest, gratitude bubbling inside his own. there would never be enough words to express how much he loved you, how much you mattered to him — but you, being the damn angel you were, already knew.

“all of it’s pissing me off. woulda socked those motherfuckers in the face but i got the sweetest wife in the world to come to, so…”

you laugh softly, heat rising to your cheeks just like it did when he’d compliment you all those years ago. the sound of your seraphic giggles ebb away at the dread in him, fondness stirring in his russet hues.

“oi. it ain’t damn funny,” he playfully calls out, wanting to hear more of your laughter.

“sorry, sorry, i— ahah— you’re too… good to me. i love you.” your tone flows over with tenderness, making his heart skip a beat for a moment.

“i love you,” he sincerely remarks, kissing the closest part of you he could reach. “more than you realise.”

a loving smile is exchanged between you two, and your digits gently begin to massage his scalp. he gasps, the affectionate nature in your fingertips setting off a blaze in him. a groan of pleasure tears from him him, his body leaning into your touch. it came to you reflexively, like an instinct. you knew exactly how to push his buttons; where to touch, where to bite, where to kiss — there was much more, but it’d take a good few hours to complete that list.

either way, you loved drawing those pleased noises from him, loved hearing his rich and normally flat voice change into something full of affection and weakness for you, and only you.

“goddamn…” he breathes, “shoulders too. please.”

you oblige, hands beginning to work out the tension in his broad shoulders and chiseled shoulderblades.

“fuck. your hands are so damn soft,” he comments, euphoria shooting throughout him at each touch. his eyes then find yours, gazes locking in a shared time of adoration. “you’re… so soft.”

feeling a slight pull in the air, it’s as if the atmosphere itself leads both of your mouths to connect in a short time between two lovers.

however, the kiss deepens, things happen, and before you know it, your hands are desperately pawing at each other. his tongue pushes into your mouth, over and over, and he pulls away every time with spit bridging the tips of your tongues.

he grunts as he shifts, “wait.”

as he kneels, he swiftly strips himself of his shirt. your gaze quickly zeroes in on his muscular physique, scarred and toned body. his half-lidded eyes darken. without your consciousness, your hand reaches out and your fingertips trace a few of his scars. you could count each and every single one, with a blindfold and without.

his breath still falters when you touch him like that. so gently, so reverently — as if he’s some fragile thing that needs to be treated delicately. he didn’t think of himself as so, but it seemed like you did. not that he’d ever disliked it, it was just… unusual. until you came into his life, that is.

inevitably, your irises drift to that patch of curly, dark hair trailing from his stomach, down his v-line and to his crotch. you swallow, trying not to dwell on that topic in fear of turning this intimate moment into something more physical.

it was the easiest thing in the world for keisuke to notice your behaviour, though, and that the way your thighs just clenched.

“c’mere,” he gruffly mumbles, snatching you by your thighs and placing you on his lap before you could react. a smirk pulls at his dry lips. “attagirl. quiet ‘n let me rest on you, yeah?”

flustered at the praise, you nod. his face comes close to your neck, and your breath hitches as he inhales your scent like you’re a drug. he plants a few kisses across the sensitive skin, before his canines sink in and his teeth leave a mark. at the little squeak you let out, his tongue soothes over the bite, and he starts getting bolder.

large hands sneak underneath your shirt, palming one of your breasts without shame. the smirk on his mouth widens just a smidge, an almost sinister gleam in his sharp caramel eyes.

“hmph. bet you’re gettin’ wet too,” he murmurs, wanton voice dropping to a whisper. his other palm drifts to your ass, giving it a ‘smack’, before he proposes something that sends your stomach pooling with butterflies. “why don’t we check?”

in the blink of an eye, his hand is in your panties, already finding your dampness. a bark of laughter erupts from him, he’s almost tempted to coo at your adorable noises of embarrassment.

“keisuke!” you cry out, and he grins, baring those sharp teeth he’d never get tired of marking you up with.

“mm? screaming my name already, huh? we haven’t even begun yet,” he drawls, tone carrying a promise and a threat. “i’ll do a favor for ya and take these off,” he whispers, ripping your panties apart with one hand and shoving you onto your back. he immediately stares at your pussy, muttering, “there’s my girl.”

he brings your legs over the expanse of his wide shoulders, face inching closer between your aching thighs. holding you has always felt so right; the sensation of your softness in his greedy palms.

looking up at you with a blazing hunger, his breath fans over your clit. “keep your hands in my hair. i’m still damn frustrated, so i’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til i’m satisfied. you got that, angel?”

you suck in a breath. “mhm.”

“good girl.”

this was going to be a long night.

[yuanology]

Yes you are based af omg

I also just love the idea of distracting Kaveh from his work when he's doing it too much; little whispers in his ear leading to kisses down his neck and collarbone to bruising marks from where your teeth pierced his soft skin - ignoring the little whimpers and complaints which would come out of his mouth, "Mmh.. Please stop that, I'm trying to- to focus-!" which leads to him gasping and softly moaning as your hands play with his nipples under his shirt, "H-Hah~! Not there, ple- ah- please-!" His quill and work are now long forgotten as he slowly becomes compliant with the ministrations, to the point where he's too far gone in the gentle, teasing touches that he can't think. He begs and babbles like a broken record, begging for more, begging for release, begging to stop...

I just like men

jesus christ.

kaveh is so pretty and he's exceptionally good at overstimulation. not because he excells in it, mind you, but rather because he's so pretty. he's so terribly sensitive all the time, but especially when he's being piled up with work. just one touch from you has him panting like a bitch in heat, begging for more in spite of him just asking you to stop.

kaveh is a babbler, in and out of the bedroom, but his words fail him entirely when he's fucked out of his mind. they come in short, ragged panting; syllables breaking off before they can leave his mouth properly. you always understand him, though. his words are wrecked, his voice rough, but you always understand him.

"please," he begs. your pretty, pretty perfect boy with his good manners (even if he's always been contradictory) and the way you've trained him so well. "please, i want more, please it's too much. i want to feel you. please, please, please, please.

well. who are you to deny him anything?

[bloodlinesgirly]

Secrecy~Roman Reigns

As a wwe superstar privacy is rare, but with roman reigns you find keeping secrets easy.

warnings: smut

no use of y/n

not proof read

first fic pls be nice😭

could be a series if anyone is interested

3 years ago you began the journey of becoming a wwe superstar, you’ve made friends, enemies, but most importantly, gained the love of the wwe universe. Being a favorite amongst fans has its perks but the watchful eyes of thousands of people constantly is not easy. Relationships were hard, it’s always felt like there were 3 people in every single one. you, your partner, and the universe. Secrecy has become your specialty. especially when hooking up with non-other than Roman Reigns, from the second you signed with wwe roman decided that you would be his. At first your relationship was strictly him “showing you the ropes”, he made it his priority to show you everything he knew in and out of the ring. training turned into lingering touches at work, eyes wandering longer than they should during sessions, to lunch dates ending with you on his lap in the backseat of his car.

Today was a blur, you had a meeting with the creatives department about a big 6 women tag match at the upcoming ple. there was so much you had to do in so little time, plus you spilt coffee on your phone and brand new dress this morning. stressed and angry was an understatement to your feelings at the moment. everyone filed out of the meeting room as you gathered your things. You jump at the feeling on a hand on your waist, turning around quickly.

“it’s just me” roman breathes a laugh as you sigh in relief. before you get a chance to respond he’s bringing his lips to yours, his grip on your waist tightening.

“how was your day, sweetheart?” He says softly, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly”

“terrible, there’s so much to do and it seems like i’m the only one working at making this match happen.” emotions take over as you speak, tears dwelling in your eyes.

“don’t cry honey, there’s time. everything’s gonna work out” roman wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb before pulling you into his chest.

“i’m just…overwhelmed i guess” you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“why don’t you come home with me to florida this week? give yourself a break.” you looked up at him shocked, you’d stayed in hotel rooms on the road, on his bus, but never had he invited you to his home. his house was special to him, his sanctuary away from the world. you nod at him, a smile pulling at your lips.

later that night you guys arrived. taking roman’s hand as he helped you out of the car and leaded you inside with your luggage.

“go ahead, check it out. i’m gonna take this upstairs.” he said as he gestured to your suitcase. you nodded and began exploring, wandering hallways and looking at the art that adorned the walls.

“what do you think?” roman asked as appeared behind you suddenly.

“its pretty.” you said with a smile. Roman leaned down capturing your lips. the kiss was sweet at first, quickly becoming heated as your tongues danced together. his hand tapped your thigh, signaling for you to jump. he carefully carried you up the stairs and into his bedroom. you hit the mattress with a thud as he crawled between your legs. his hand reached the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head. his lips attached to you neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to your hips. his fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, you shift a little to help him take them off. Once your shorts were off he pulled his own shirt over his head, you choke back a moan at his abs and tattoos on full display. he smirks a little before licking a stripe up your pussy, your wetness already coating his beard.

“mmm so fucking wet baby.” he growls before diving back in, pulling a moan from your throat as he sucked at your clit.

“you taste so damn good mama” he muttered praises into your heat, that was almost enough to make you finish right then and there. your grip in his hair tightened as you felt your body tense.

“baby im gonna cum, don’t stop” your moans get louder as he 2 of his fingers enter your cunt, he pumped them in and out fast, finally pushing you over the edge.

“there we go sweetheart”

“let it out”

“that’s it” he slowed down his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm before kissing you harshly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. you’re hands fumbled with the band of his sweats before he finally pulled them off. you pulled his nike boxers down his thighs, his dick slapping against his stomach as you did so.

“come ride this dick mama” he directed you as he settled against the head board. you crawled up his legs, straddling him. your heat hovered over his length before sinking yourself onto him completely. you hissed at the same stretch you feel everytime he enters you. it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever get used to it. his hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to rock you back and forth on his cock. moans fall from your lips as you lift yourself slightly before dropping yourself back down on him. his grip on your hips is probably leaving bruises as you ride him. his head was thrown back, eyes were screwed shut, grunts and deeps moans leaving him. you move fast against him, one hand leaving your hips and moving to rub your clit with his thumb.

“fuck baby i need you to cum for me.” he groaned. he bent his legs under you, thrusting up quickly as your slick coated his thighs. the sudden change in position and his thumb frantically moving on your clit triggered your orgasm.

“fuck roman i’m cumming, i’m cumming baby” his name left your lips like it was the only word you could speak. he quickly flipped you on your back, lifting one of your legs up to his shoulder. his hips snapping haphazardly into your pussy and his grunts grew louder.

“m’gonna cum, so fucking close” he growled through his teeth. after a few more thrust he pulled out, quickly stroking his length until he coated your stomach. he collapsed onto you, his elbows falling at each side of your head.

“you’re so damn gorgeous” he breathed out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you giggle at him, placing your hands on either side of his face and kissing him back. after a few minutes he left to clean himself up and grab a towel for you. after showering and changing into clean pajamas you both climbed into bed. your head rested on his chest as you traced his abs with your fingers.

“why won’t you ask me to be your girlfriend?”

~the end~

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

There is nothing left for Jey to do on Raw… we know he not getting another title shot, especially from Sami so from now, until he gets thrown back into the bloodline story he will be in dumbass matches that do him no good…

Shoulda just drafted his ass to SD and let him take the title from Logan Paul… but hey, what the hell do I know? I’m just a fanfic writer 🤷🏽‍♀️😒

Matt and Jeff Hardy were single champions so why tf can’t Jimmy and Jey have a couple of single title runs???

All they want that man for is his entrance and it’s sad. Homie has had the most matches out of ANYONE on the entire WWE roster and yall wanna keep him off the one of the biggest PLEs of the year?

FOH

And when Jimmy does come back.

Work on his damn character! We get it he’s a player hater but damn, can we get some fucking story progression! Like WHY did he go back to Roman? That shit made no sense…

Jimmy can still be goofy but he can win matches too! He doesn’t need to be SmackDowns resided bitch boy shits weird,

when it comes to The USOs it seems like creative doesn’t give a fuck. Them men have been busting their asses for 14+ years.

14 years of GREAT proms , GREAT matches just for them to be reduced to Yeet vs No Yeet?

I HATE BEING AN USOS FAN RIGHT NOW! I WANT BETTER FOR OUR FAVES AND IT LOOKS LIKE WERE NOT GON A GET IT NO TIME SOON.

[creweemmaeec11]

Sick and Saved

A story I wrote for Aura <3 Hope you enjoy it love! @thelazywitchphotographer Honestly, this is far from the best thing I've ever written... I'm clearly REALLY rusty. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Civilian stumbled, catching themselves against the brick wall of the alley as their world spun. They knew they should have stayed home today. But they were apparently much sicker than they thought. Their head was pounding, body alight with heat and their legs didnt seem to want to cooperate with walking.

They leaned forward, pressing the burning skin of their forehead against the cold stone, seeking relief. They finally gave up trying to stand, slumping down against the wall, closing their eyes. Their bag landed next to them. They felt nauseous. The world felt like it was spinning. Their joints ached.

"Are you alright?"

A voice echoed from the end of the alley.

Civilian didn't answer, barely cognizant of the sound over the pounding in their skull and shaking in their limbs. It wasn't until they heard the sound of footsteps approaching that they forced their eyes open.

And the sight made their feverish blood run cold.

Villain's feet padded quietly toward them, a strange expression of what looked like concern on their face.

"Are you okay?" They asked when they got a bit closer, assuming civilians hadn't heard them the first time.

Civilian tried to shift further down the ally and away from the approaching villain, using the wall behind them for support, but only made it an inch or two before their strength was gone. They felt so dizzy.

"Ple...please..." they managed, fear evident in their voice as they pushed their bag toward the villain who had just stopped a foot in front of them. "Just- just take-"

Civilian wasn't even sure how much money they had in their wallet, but they sure weren't about to put up a fight for it in their current state.

The villain slowly knelt down, pushing civilian's bag to the side and out of their way gently, "I don't want anything from you. But you look really unwell. Are you hurt?"

Civilian was straining to understand the villain's words through the rushing sounds in their ears. They didn't make any sense. Why would a well known villain be asking if they were alright? They knew they weren't in any position to argue, however.

"M'fine," they slurred, "Just a.... mine- minor cold,"

Civilian forced their eyes shut. Despite the obvious danger in front of them, their double vision was making them feel even more nauseous.

"This hardly looks like a minor cold," villain replied softly, looking over the civilian in front of them, "you're about as pale as a sheet, I can practically feel the fever you're radiating from here, your pupil's are dilated, your breathing is heavy and uneven, I don't think I need to go on."

Civilian shook their head, though they weren't sure what exactly they were disagreeing to. All they knew was that they didn't want any of this. Their vision was going grainy around the edges. Their head was starting to feel heavy.

"Hey, stay with ------------ is just around the block ------------- can ---- stand ------------------------- forgive -------------------------- help ---,"

That was the last thing civilian heard before their world completely faded into black.

Villain sighed, eyes wandering over the unconscious civilian in front of them. They'd gotten them home and tucked into the guest room, where they were currently sleeping soundly. The civilian certainly looked more comfortable wrapped up in the plush blankets than slumped in an ally, but that certainly didn't mean they looked *good*.

They were especially pale and shivering slightly. Their breathing was shallow, rapid and raspy.

The villain leaned forward, adjusting the cold cloth that was resting on civilian's head after brushing their hair out of the way. They were about to pull back when they felt something catch their sleeve gently.

Villain froze for a moment, "it's okay, you're okay-" they immediately began to reassure, remembering just how scared the civilian had been of them earlier and assuming they would be again now.

"Don't stop...." civilian whimpered quietly.

"Don't..." villain echoed in confusion. Only realizing what civilian was asking for when another tug on their sleeve brought their hand closer to civilian's hair.

Villain subconsciously held their breath, reaching forward to brush their fingers through civilian's hair again gently.

The villain may have been the convict out of the two, yet civilian undeniably incriminated themselves at the way the instinctively relaxed at the villain's touch.

The villain swallowed thickly. Civilian was clearly so delirious from their cold they had forgotten about their circumstances. Perhaps they should use it to their advantage now before their guest came to their senses.

"How are you feeling?" Villain questioned softly, fingers dragging through their guests tussled hair.

"Can we cuddle?"

The question came so abruptly it made the criminal's hand freeze. The villain blinked, processing what they'd been asked, only to then reprocess it again, convinced they must have misheard it the first time.

"Uhm-"

"Please?" Civilian blinked, looking up at the villain with pleading doe eyes.

Villain hesitated. When they decided to use civilian's delirium to their advantage, they'd meant as a way to *help* their guest. They didn't want to take advantage *of* them. If this is something civilian would never do while thinking straight, would it be wrong of villain to indulge them?

"Okay...." the criminal caved under the puppy eyes staring up at them.

Slowly, just incase civilian suddenly came to their senses or changed their mind, villain crawled under the covers next to them.

They hesitated before touching their guest, unsure, but luckily for them civilian made the first move for them, apparently being tired of waiting. They turned over, snuggling into the villain's chest.

The criminal in question nearly stopped breathing for a second. Slowly, they raised their hand, gently running it up and down civilian's back. Hesitantly at first, before slowly relaxing into the motion.

"Thank you...." Civilian mumbled sleepily, brain foggy and clouded. They held onto their host's shirt, snuggling in as close as they could get. They were so *warm*. It made civilian feel so safe and cozy.

The criminal opened their mouth to say something, but their guest was far too deep into dreamland to hear it.

They huffed, raising their hand to rake through civilian's bangs. It was nice, actually. The physical contact. It had been so long, they'd forgotten how nice it was, and perhaps stuck in denial of how badly they yearned for it.

So, they settled back. Surely it wouldn't hurt anyone to allow themselves to enjoy it, just a little bit.

Frankly, villain would be surprised if their guest even remembered this come morning.

------------------

When civilians cracked their eyes open, the banging in their head seemed to have subsided. They still felt awful, and thus were in no rush to get out of bed. They sighed, sinking back down into the sheets-

Wait. Sheets? They didn't remember going to sleep-

Villain!

Civilian bolted upright, the abrupt movement causing both memories and blood to flood their brain in equal parts. They'd been in an alley....

With difficulty, they blinked their eyes open, looking around the small but cozy bedroom that definitely wasn't theirs.

But.... they had the vaguest memories of this room.

It was so blurry.

They'd.... woken... villain had asked....

Suddenly, a wave of horror and embarrassment washed over them like a tsunami. They remembered, and it hit them like a truck.

Cuddling. They'd asked a *villain* to *cuddle* with them.

What was weirder? The villain had said *yes.*

Their heart pounded as they remembered being cuddled up to a villain's chest, being so cozy and safe feeling.....

Their face was on fire.

Suddenly the door to their room creaked open, and villain slinked through, holding a glass of water. Their eyes immediately fell to their guest.

"Oh! You're awake!" they exclaimed, "how are you feeling?"

Civilian choked on the words in their throat. They had so much to say. They had nothing to say. What *could* they say?

"I- uh-"

The criminal's features sobered as they misattributed the hesitation in the other's voice, "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You don't-"

"I'm so sorry!" Civilians blurt out suddenly.

The villain furrowed their brows, tilting their head to the side, "Sorry? For what?"

"I- for.... for last- for the- for-" they stumbled, making aimless gestures with their hands.

The villain blinked, processing, before it hit them, and they chuckled quietly, "Oh, you actually remember that? I'm surprised. I didn't figure you'd recall anything during your sick induced delirium," they smirked, continuing to walk towards the other to set the water on the nightstand next to the bed, "But either way, you've nothing to apologize for, I didn't mind. Besides, even if I wanted to say no-" they reached forward, adjusting the blankets slightly, "kinda hard to say no to those puppy eyes of yours," they finished with a small wink.

Civilian somehow blushed even harder, heart thumping in their chest, "even if you wanted to say no...?" They echoed, eyes wide as their foggy brain struggled to catch up, "I- you.... *didn't want* to say no?"

Civilians had been under the impression their host had merely reluctantly indulged them.

This time, it was the criminal's turn to blush, a light pink dusting their cheeks, "aha- well... no," they shrugged, "It was... nice...." they turned away slightly to hide their face, "It had been so long, most people are too afraid to have any kind of contact with me... so,"

They shrugged again, making their way back toward the door, "Regardless, you were delirious, which is the only reason it happened anyway, so it doesn't matter now. But, now that you are awake, can I get you anything?"

"Oh! Uhm-" civilian strained, raising a hand to the side of their head, "A tylonal or two for this headache would be very nice," they asked sheepishly.

"Sure thing!"

A moment later, the villain returned, laying the bottle of pills on the nightstand next to them, "Just in case you need more later,"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you for.... all your help,"

"It's no problem," the villain replied, giving a small smile, "If you need anything else, just call out, and I'll be in earshot-"

"Wait!" Civilian called out, stopping the criminal as they began to make their way to the door.

"Yeah?" Their guest asked in confusion.

"I- uhm- well- its just-" they stumbled, tripping over their words and growing more and more red, "you- you said you wouldn't have wanted to say no last time- s-so, I was just thinking- like- if you wanted- then maybe-"

Villain's eyes widened when it finally clicked, "I- wait, really? Are you sure?"

"If you don't want to!" They started in panic.

"No, no, I didn't say that! I'm just... surprised," they fidgeted nervously, blushing slightly, "but yeah... I- I can do that,"

[haesunflower]

jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

┈•┈୨୧┈•┈ PART 1 HERE

The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns. 

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him. 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room. 

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked. 

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules. 

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious. 

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly. 

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all. 

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…” 

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room. 

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face. 

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.” 

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit. 

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm. 

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses. 

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need. 

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary. 

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.” 

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.  

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow. 

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length. 

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard. 

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.” 

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”. 

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower. 

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would. 

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.” 

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t. 

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile. 

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time. 

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all. 

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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While letting out breathy moans, he digs his face further into your neck. He can't bear to look you in the eye, especially after his pointless begging. You take upon this chance to lightly bite Spencer's neck, making his volume increase again.

Below, your hand works busily on his cock, keeping at the same quick rhythm continuously. That is until he whines into your ear to let him orgasm this time.

As you fasten your pace, his grip on you tightens. This pulls you further into him, despite him leaning most of his weight into you. You don't really mind, honestly. You're mainly focused on the delicious sounds leaving your man, as he struggles to keep his voice down.

"Ah, Ma'am/Sir, pl-please let me cu-" Spencer's murmuring voice is interrupted by yours.

"I know what you want dear, but do you really want to get my clothes dirty?" You ask. "I thought you wanted to be good for me."

Slightly pulling his head away, he stares into your eyes with bitten lips opening and closing to form the right words.

"I-I do want to be good, I wa-want to be so good for you, but please I can't do this, ple-ahh, mmm, please let me, oh, please please…" Spencer rambles on to the point where you almost feel bad for him.

Skimming your mouth over his throat, you think you're convinced till a particularly sharp whine brings you back to your original plan. He just sounds and looks too good in this position, you want to savour every moment of it.

So, your hand leaves his dick, and you pull back slightly to admire his state.

Spencer stares are you in dismay, no amount of begging is working. His dick hurts so bad, the feeling of an orgasm building up just brings him to the edge. All he needs is you to give him a push, but you keep denying it, while smiling at his scrunched face.

'I know you can do it dear, you can hold on for another one, right?" You say, while running your hands over his chest, slowly inching down again.

Nodding his head in reply, he whispers a quiet "yes", and arches himself to you. You wrap a hand around his dick again, and begin to work him up to another orgasm.

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A little taste of what's to come with our fav GM Reader and her boys. <3

Summary: GM reader flexes her hard-earned experience and the benefits that come with it to Ava at a draft meeting. But offering Ava some wisdom isn't the only thing that she's got on the agenda.

"Your boys lost the match fair and square, Pearce." You smile across the table at your fellow general manager. "Which means that Smackdown gets first dibs at the NXT roster, courtesy of Ava, of course." You turn in your chair to face Ava sitting a few seats away from you.

Ava flashes a friendly smile at you. This is her first WWE draft meeting, so she's still in the feeling-out process of everything. "I'm just happy to be here." She admits.

"And we're happy to have you here." Pearce nods. "But back to business. YN, do you have a pick from the NXT roster to kick the night off?" He turns back to you.

"I do, yes." You grin and twirl your pen in your hand before pulling open the vanilla folder in front of you. "Smackdown will be taking Carmelo Hayes as our first pick from NXT." You inform the room.

A knowing scoff escapes Pearce's lips. He taps his pen against his palm and nods at you. "Excellent choice, YN." He compliments you. "Your eye for talent never ceases to amaze me." He adds knowingly.

"What can I say, Adam? I can't help but have good taste." You laugh and wink at him playfully.

The meeting drags on for a few more hours while you and Pearce go back and forth on draft picks. Ava chimes in when one of you has a question about the NXT roster, but otherwise stays silent and soaks in all the information she can get. Ava especially keeps a keen eye on you. She aspires to be like you one day. A strong woman that commands authority and understands the inner-workings of the company like the back of your hand.

After the meeting finally comes to an end, both you and Pearce are feeling satisfied with your respective picks. The two of you shake hands and part ways until the next executive meeting or PLE show. You are just about shoot the boys a text that you're finished up with your meeting when Ava approaches.

"YN! Hey, again." Ava cracks a friendly and eager smile as she walks over to you.

"Hmm?" You glance up from your phone. "Oh, Ava! What's up, girl?" You greet her.

Ava bounces on her heels nervously and smiles at you. "Sorry to bother you." She bites the inside of her cheek. "But I was hoping that we could talk for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure." You nod and pocket your phone. "I've got some time before my date gets here."

Ava nods and the two of you move to a more comfortable spot to chat for a bit. You both take a seat out in the outdoor lounge and take advantage of the warm sun still hanging in the sky.

"You were great earlier." Ava starts the conversation. "I mean. It's so cool how you manage to control the narative when you're negotiating with Pearce." She gushes. "That's what I want."

"Thanks, Ava." You giggle at her awe of you. "You did good for your first draft meeting too." You offer her an encouraging smile. "I know you haven't been in charge of the NXT roster for long. But you seem to have a good handle on it. Your knoledge of everyone really helped Pearce and I out with our picks." You assure her.

The smile on Ava's face grows wider at your encouraging words. "Thanks, YN. That really means a lot." She blushes.

"Of course!" You nod. "You've got a bright future kid." You knock into her shoulder playfully.

You and Ava chat for a while about work. You offer her some tips about things that you had to learn the hard way in order to move up in the business. Ava soaks up the information and doesn't hesitate to ask questions, which you like.

"Hey, I actually have another question for you." Ava prepares to drop another ask on you. Not that you mind. "If you don't mind, that is." She adds.

"Ask away." You smile at her.

Ava picks at her nails for a second before nervously meeting your gaze. "Are the rumors true about you, LA Knight, Grayson Waller, and Austin Theory?" She asks you sheepishly.

A laugh falls from your lips upon hearing Ava's question. "Well it's no secret that Knight and I have a special relationship." You half-answer her. "But when it comes to Theory and Waller? Well, some things are better left to the imagination, don't you think, Ava?" You tease her and your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You take out your phone and quickly read the new message. Ava watches you curiously as you rise to your feet and pocket your phone before pulling down your sunglasses.

"You're doing great as the GM of NXT." You praise Ava one last time. "But don't ever forget that being the GM comes with it's own special perks." You grin at her as a fast-sounding car whips into the parking lot.

Ava watches you gesture for her to follow you as the luxury car sounds closer and closer. She follows you out to the front of the building where she spots the luxury car she heard now sitting still. LA Knight leans against the drivers-side door and nods to Ava when he sees her.

"You out here picking up strays now, darlin?" Knight peers at you over the rim of his aviators.

"Just giving a newbie some tips from a pro." You grin back at him. "You ready to go? The boys are starting the party without us from the text I just got from the pretty boy." You add.

Knight chuckles and walks around the car to get the door for you. "The party don't really start until you get there, sweetheart. You know that."

"Take care Ava!" You offer Ava one last wave. "Shoot me a message if you ever need anything, alright, girl?" You add.

"Yeah! Okay!" Ava nods, her eyes sparkling with awe as you dissapear into the car.

Knight walks back around the car and pulls his glasses down to get a good look at Ava. "You have a nice rest of your day, sweetheart." He shoots a wink at her before pushing his glasses back up and disapearing into the car as well.

Ava watches the car speed out of the parking lot and shakes her head. Oh yeah. She's definetly got a new role model to look up to.

In the car you laugh with Knight regarding your little display. "Oh her face was so cute." You giggle.

"She did looked pretty shocked, yeah." Knight agrees. "How'd the meeting go with Pearce?" He asks you.

You smile to yourself and look at Knight knowingly. "It went great. Smackdown is about to become the A-show again. Trust me on that, babe." You laugh to yourself. "Because I've got Carmelo Hayes in my office on Friday night. And he's all mine to work with."

"Hayes, huh?" Knight glances over at you for a brief second. "You ain't looking to add another boytoy to the roster, are you?" He asks you.

"We'll see." You shrug, plans for new rivalries and storylines already forming in your head.