#pls give us something filthy real quick

[chuuyrr]

Hi Sano-chan!!!! I love ur bby fushiguro series. It's too cute n adorable. Can I request for teen bby fushiguro who's out with her dad n uncle nanami but she gets separated from them to buy something else. She takes too long to come so they head out to look for her and they find a group of lame men trying to be touchy with her. We all know bby can whack them but she doesn't want to use her powers on normies. Gojo n nanami go into protective dad mode and scare them off. Fluff pls

protective dad mode! gojo & nanami with scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): mentions of harassment, mentions of violence and use of strong language (promised fluff at the end though!)

omg you're the first one to call me sano-chan!! im usually addressed as chu, so i'm really glad aaaa <3 thank you so much for the feedback and for requesting dear anon, enjoy the fluffy scenario :D

(p.s. i dont mind being called as chu, i'm just happy that i was called as sano but dw you guys can call me chu, sano, ji or even jisano—i don't mind at all, any will do—ya'll can even call me your ate (pronounced as ah-teh which means sister! <3)

it was one of those days wherein gojo takes you out and bond with you by having lunch with you and doing some shopping with you. you and gojo had just exited a branded store when you bumped into the ex-salaryman. after being annoyed by your father, he agreed to join the two of you but mostly because he hasn't seen his niece in such a long time and he discreetly would love to spend some time with you. nanami may not say it out loud, but he considers you as family—one of the people he has grown to love and attached to.

it was a busy day with lots of people in the streets, so you held onto each of gojo's and nanami's arm to not get lost. as gojo joked with nanami as the three of you headed to a restaurant you suggested for lunch, an item that you had looking for caught your eye from a nearby store.

halting on your tracks, you tugged on their sleeves. "hey, dad. uncle. i need to go to that store over there to buy something real quick."

"sure thing, kikufuku. do you want us to accompany you?" gojo turned to you, handing you some money from his wallet.

"no thank you. you and uncle nanami can go ahead so you can order, i'll be quick i promise." you said sincerely, accepting the money that your dad handed to you before smiling at him and nanami.

"alright, be careful, okay?" your uncle nanami reminded you before he and gojo watched you leave their side and ran off.

"i will!" you say, giving them one last look before fully-turning away.

several minutes had already passed since you got separated from gojo and nanami, they were starting to get worried since it shouldn't take you that long to buy. the food that gojo ordered was getting colder already. you also promised that you'd just be quick. was there a long line? were you waiting for a stock of the item you've been meaning to buy? it would be impossible for you to run off. you weren't a baby anymore, if anything you were more mature and responsible than gojo as nanami would comment.

"[name]'s taking too long, do you think she got lost?" nanami couldn't handle it anymore, his mental thoughts were also getting the best of him.

"no, we go to this restaurant four times a week." gojo shook his head, "this is kikufuku's favorite place."

"let's go find [name], i'm worried." nanami stood up from his seat.

both him and gojo exited the restaurant after taking out the ordered food and headed to the store you told them you were going to. on their way, they already saw you from a distance, in front of the store holding a paper bag, but you weren't alone. there was a group of grown men with you, towering over you to be exact while you appeared to just be staring at them.

what the hell? your dad and uncle thought in unison.

you could always use your chaos magic against these filthy men—you were the scarlet witch for goodness sake. you knew how to fight, you've fought off special grade curses before and sorcerers. if anything, you were more than helpless but knowing you were in public, it was risky. you didn't want to expose your powers and let alone waste your energy on people like them.

"come on pretty face, just come with us." one of the men chuckled, his eyes looking at you up and down, his gaze evident with bad intentions.

"yeah! we'll show you a good time." another agreed with the other before he proceeded to grab you by the arm.

you quickly reacted, harshly slapping his hand away before he could make physical contact, scowling. "i said, leave me the fuck alone! i have places to be."

"wow, she's a feisty one." the third man commented before he and the rest of his goons burst out laughing. "how cute."

"look, i'm trying to be polite here. i just told you i'm not going with you bitches. which part of 'leave me the fuck alone' do you not understand?" a scoff escaped your breath, your patience was running thin with each second.

"that's no way to act! perhaps, we should teach you a lesson sweetheart." the fourth guy held a scowl at you, clearly disliking how you were acting right now. you watched him raise a hand at you, presumably to hit you or yank, or something.

you were ready to retaliate and defend yourself when a tall familiar figure appeared right in front of you, shielding you from the group of men that was trying to be touchy with you and caught the hand by the wrist that was intended to hit you. blinking, your eyes widened as you looked up.

"what do you think you're doing to my daughter, hmm?" gojo tightened his grip onto the hand he caught to the point he was gradually crushing it.

"daughter?" one of them muttered, blinking in confusion at how gojo seemingly teleported in between you and them. "w-where the hell did come from!?"

"didn't your parents teach you not to hit on women, hmm?" looking past gojo, you saw your uncle nanami standing behind the group of men.

with your high sensitivity to auras and such, you could tell that shit was about to go down. you could feel gojo and nanami's aura burning with anger, especially gojo's. you bit your lip, trying to surpress your laughter at what was about to happen next. the group of men seemed to have noticed and tried to peer at you when they heard you. however, their attempt to see you failed when gojo fully-blocked you from their sight.

"don't even think about looking at her. we're not done with you." gojo's voice was filled with malice and something atrocious which constrasted his usual carefree and bubbly tone whenever he speaks to you and your uncle nanami.

closing your eyes, you heard the crushing of bones and groans of pain, and their begging for mercy. by the time you opened your eyes, the group of men were barely unconscious on the ground. it was a good thing there were lesser people now in public, but it's not like you cared. that would teach the others a lesson as well. you were then smothered in a tight embrace, your face instantly meeting the baby blue dress shirt of your father.

"oh god, [name]. are you okay baby? you're not hurt anywhere are you? i'm so sorry, we're so so sorry." as soon as your face was pulled away from the fabric that was rich in the scent of giorgio armani's acqua di gio cologne, your face was peppered with kisses and you were patted all over for any injuries. "we shouldn't have left you alone!"

"i'm fine, dad." you managed to say, gojo's hands were now cupping your face and squishing your cheeks, his ocean blue eyes gazing at your [color] ones with concern and worry. "i should be the one who's sorry, i promised to be quick but then, well—they happened."

"are you sure?" gojo asked, pressing his forehead against yours.

"mhm, i really am. especially, now that you and uncle nanami are here."

you lowered your head and pressed your cheek against his chest. you looked up to your uncle, holding out an arm for an embrace. a small smile graced his lips. nanami got the message and trotted to you and gojo, hugging you along with your father.

"we got your favorite food. it was getting colder so we had it taken out." nanami explained, raising the plastic bag he had in his hand this whole time.

"oh my god, i almost forgot!" your eyes lit up. "we haven't eaten lunch yet—i'm hungry.."

"today was exhausting, wanna eat at home instead?" gojo suggested, draping an arm around you to pull you to his side, glancing at you and nanami. "what do you say kikufuku, nanamin?"

"you should come with us, uncle nanami! pleaaase." you turned towards him, tugging onto his sleeve.

the ex-salaryman belted out a chuckle, shaking his head as he looked at you, "how could i ever decline my niece?"

the three of you walked off, your arms linked in gojo and nanami's respectively—a smile now adorning your face.

"hey, dad?" you spoke up.

gojo hummed, "hmm? what is it?"

"can we watch a movie while we eat lunch?" you asked, smiling.

"you don't need to ask! say, why don't we watch that new disney movie?" gojo suggested enthusiastically.

"encanto?" nanami quipped, causing gojo to softly gasp and dramatically clasp a hand over his mouth.

"you know disney movies?" gojo pretended to be shocked.

"gojo satoru, quit acting i'm that old when you're older than me." nanami bit back, glaring at your father.

you found yourself giggling at gojo and nanami's bickering. when the three of you arrived home, gojo set up the movie before you ate lunch and you ended up forgetting about the events that took place earlier. you were also coddled by gojo and nanami for the rest of the day.

[elysianslove]

could you possibly give us some more delicious sub megumi hcs n’ such? 🥺👉👈 ever since you published that little sub megumi post he couldn’t leave my mind mmn 😖💞💞

could i????? COULD I??// I ABSOLUTELY CANDHSJDS

m’gonna make this so it’s both fem and male reader, or otherwise just ambiguous hehe. nsfw under the cut! 

he is,,, the sweetest sub. almost never bratty, unless he occasionally feels like it

but he’s really good to you in the sense that always, your pleasure comes first. will spend hours eating you out/sucking your cock, with his own cock untouched, hard and leaking, just because he wants to be good for you, wants you to call him your good boy, wants to be praised. 

yes, speaking of, he has a huge praise kink. tell him how pretty he looks with his mouth stuffed between your thighs, with cum on his face and lips, when he’s fucked out, when you’re using his body, like his thigh to get yourself to cum/you’re fucking his thighs, tell him he’s so good to you, always so obedient, always makes you feel so good. call him your good little boy, or better get, your good little kitty. 

he’s huge into pet play, specifically the whole kitten thing. catboy!megumi supremacy. i literally have a whole long drabble written for catboy!megumi. he likes wearing the cat ears, the collar (especially the collar!!!), being on all fours for you, even the tail. bind/handcuff his hands behind back and push his face between your legs and he’s in heaven

back to the praise kink for a second. he likes praise, but also the degrading kind. like he doesn’t want to be humiliated, but he likes it when you call him his good little slut, or tell him how filthy he looks drenched in cum like this. he’s really, really into that

likes to be overstimulated to the point of tears. he’s not exactly a masochist, especially because of his occupation, but he likes the confusion between pain and pleasure that he feels whenever you overstimulate him. he especially likes it when he cums, and you don’t stop your hand’s movements. you just keep going, and he’s trying to get away, but also push into your hands, but he can’t do either with how restrained he is. he’d just,,, look so pretty, with his chest heaving, face flushed and pushed to the side, eyes shut as he cries and begs but he’s not even sure for what

speaking of, he loves, loves, loves being restrained, in any way. there’s something so arousing about submitting full and absolute control to you, about being as vulnerable and not being afraid. especially when you make it so that he can’t get away from his ministrations. but also, there’s a part of him that wants to be given just the tiniest bit of freedom to move just to have you scold him and tell him to “stay still if you want me to make you cum,” or “come on, be a good boy and don’t move.” 

when he goes under, he goes under. and it’s so visible and obvious too. he looks properly fucked out, it’s to the point that he can’t speak except the occasional mumbling of your name/title, the point of drool dribbling down his chin carelessly, or tears flowing endlessly down his cheeks, his eyes rolled back, his body completely giving in to you. it happens really quick when he’s on his knees for you, face pressed to the mattress, your wet fingers pressed up inside of him, against his prostrate, his cock untouched. he’d just let you do anything to him

also! megumi can cum without a single nudge to his dick. it wasn’t an automatic thing that he could do. it required a few scenes and practice, but after once noticing just how close he’d gotten from fingering him, you’d wanted to try it out, and he can do it for you real easy now. it’s progressed to the point of him nearly being able to because of his nipples. you’ll get there one day 

i can’t think of anything else but if you, or anyone, has any sub!megumi headcanons pls send them in this is a rabbit hole i fell inside and can’t get out of 🥺🤲🏼

[gubler-me-up]

Is that Code? (MGG Request)

Request(s): hey i was wondering if you could do an mgg x interviewer. you can add whatever you want but some ideas i had were like a handjob under the table/desk they’re sitting at and maybe a quickie during commercial break. lots of degrading too. lol thanks :D

hi idk if ur still taking requests but can u pls do a mgg and interviewer one please like theyre just flirting back and forth and it ends in smut PLS IDK HOW TO REQUESTS THESE BUT PLS TELL ME U UNDERSTAND 😅

A/N: Thanks for the first request, @bigjuicygrape​ and thanks to the anon who sent the second request! This seems to be quite a popular request if it had to be requested twice LOL I hope it’s everything you ever wanted from this idea and more! Enjoy le ~interview smut~ 💕

Couple: MGG/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Swearing, degradation, mention of oral sex (male receiving/giving, female receiving/giving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, hair pulling, handjob

Word count: 2.1k

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You were finishing the last touches to your makeup as you waited for Matthew to come on set. Your boss had been delighted by the chemistry you two had during your last interview, so she allowed you to interview him again. She also gave you a nice promotion for being such an outstanding employee, so it was a win-win for you.

The last time you interviewed Matthew, you two had a lot of interesting topics you discussed. Of course the main topic was Criminal Minds and how he felt about the series wrapping up. He was a joy to interview. He had endless energy, exquisite manners and was a natural sweetheart. You didn’t fail to notice how extremely good looking he was in person either.

Your first interview with him was the best interview with a celebrity in your few years of being an entertainment interviewer. The way he talked was magical, you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. He had noticed. He had smiled at you and made a joke about how your mind was somewhere else and how he’d like to be there with you.

His wish had come true when after the interview he was eating you out in your dressing room. His tongue running up and down your folds was an indescribable feeling you yearned to feel again. You didn’t leave him unsatisfied as you returned the favour by giving him a blowjob. The feeling of his cum dripping down the back of your throat still lingered in your memory and you wanted it again.

“Gube’s on set,” your cameraman said.

You immediately looked up from your compact mirror to see Matthew walking towards the table you were seated behind. You smiled as you stood up to greet him with a huge hug. He outstretched his arm for you to fall into. You wrapped your arms tightly around him. His arms wrapped around your waist and he made sure you were as close to him as possible.

“Has my dirty interviewer been good?” He whispered into your ear.

“The best,” you whispered back.

He eased up from the hug but didn’t let you go just yet. Without making it obvious to your cameraman, he looked you up and down. You bit your bottom lip as he examined every inch of your body. You knew he was having thoughts of all the things he would do to you right then and there if he could. He then looked back up at you with a smirk.

“Hope your mouth still works,” he said.

You chuckled. If you could you would have dropped to your knees and blew him. You kept your composure though and played off his comment.

“It only works when you’re here.”

“Good to know. Should we get started?”

You nodded your head. He finally let you out of his grip as he followed your lead to the table. You took your seat and he took his seat next to you. You looked over at your cameraman to give him the thumbs up. He nodded and counted down from three with his fingers. When he got down to one he gave you a thumbs up to start.

“As promised we have the eccentric, Matthew Gray Gubler, with us today,” you announced.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m happy to be back here with you and Sean behind the camera. You’re amazing, Sean,” he said as he gave Sean a thumbs up.

Sean smiled and gave him a thumbs up back. You giggled at how cute he was and how infectious his energy could be. You smiled at Sean as you too gave him a thumbs-up.

“My right-hand man,” you said.

Sean chuckled as he waved his hand to stop the compliments from coming. You giggled and focused your attention back on Matthew. He had already focused back on you with wandering eyes following the curve of your body from top to bottom.

“I should probably ask how you’re doing now that Criminal Minds is over? I still can’t believe we won’t be seeing your beautiful face on screen anymore,” you said.

He chuckled. “As long as I get to see your beautiful face, I’m not upset. Wait, if I’m not on the show anymore, does that mean you’re going to boot me from your interview list?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Of course not. If anything we can discuss more about you than the show.”

“That sounds like a good time to me,” he said

You placed your hand on his lap. Not obvious enough for Sean to notice or for the camera to even pick up on it but Matthew was the only one who knew what you were doing. He smirked as he placed his hand on yours.

“I know all about good times,” you said.

“Oh? What’s a good time to you? I want to know if I should join the party or not,” he said as he inched your hand closer to his zipper.

You giggled as you made an over-exaggerated thinking expression as you unbuttoned his pants and slowly undo his zipper. You placed a finger from your free hand on your lips to up your exaggerated look. He chuckled as he watched you put on a show for the camera as your hand was sliding into his underwear.

“A good time for me is a relaxing evening home with a glass of wine and a rom-com playing in the background,” you said.

You pulled out his dick a little to make your strokes easier to perform. He didn’t take his eyes off of you. He just stared at you with lust-filled eyes to avoid any attention being brought to what was going on underneath the table.

“That sounds amazing. I think I’d do the same thing but with a horror movie though. What’s your go-to rom-com?” He asked.

“My Best Friend’s Wedding,” you said.

“I love Julia Roberts. I think Pretty Woman’s my favourite rom-com of hers,” he said.

“I think we should star together in a rom-com one day,” you said as you increased your strokes.

“I think I’d rather make a different kind of movie with you,” he said.

You stopped stroking his dick as soon as he said that. You looked at him wide-eyed as those memories from the last interview came flooding back. You stuffed his dick back in his pants before turning your attention directly to the camera.

“We’ll talk more about movies and future plans with Matthew right after this break,” you said.

Sean looked at you with a raised, questionable eyebrow. He stopped recording regardless. You stood up from your seat before giving Sean a head signal to leave.

“You can grab something quick to eat if you want, Sean. I know you didn’t have lunch today,” you said.

“No need to tell me twice. I’ll be back in a sec,” he said before leaving.

When he walked out the door, you looked over at Matthew who had already gotten up with his zipper and button done up. You pouted as you looked at his crotch. He walked up to you and cupped your face in his hands.

“Are you too horny to continue the interview?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said.

“It seems as if you’ve become my little slut interviewer,” he said.

“Only if you’ll have me as your little slut interviewer,” you said as you stuck out your tongue.

He pulled your head closer to him so he could lick your tongue before embracing you in a quick nasty kiss. He didn’t waste any time you two had left to mess around before the interview had to start again. He pushed your head away. He grabbed your arm to drag you in front of him before slamming the front of your body onto the table.

“I think we should practice for that movie. What should we name it?” He asked as he pulled up your skirt and moved your underwear to the side.

“Slut interviewer gets fucked,” you said.

“Gets fucked by who?” He said as he ran his fingers down your soaked folds.

“Gets fucked by big cock actor,” you said.

You felt the tip of his dick pressing against your hole. You moaned as you thought about how amazing it would feel to finally have him rail you. You had been fantasizing about the day ever since the last time you two had encountered each other.

“You nasty, nasty whore. You’re going to break code for some dick? How would your boss feel about your actions?” He asked.

“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” you said.

He grabbed your hair and forced your head to look up. “Say that into the camera.”

“I want to get fucked,” you repeated.

“Move back on it if you’re a real whore for dick,” he said.

You didn’t hesitate to move back and engulf his dick inch by inch into you. Your mouth gaped open as you felt just how big he was. You made it all the way back so your ass was touching his abdomen.

“You are a whore for dick. Are you a cum whore as well?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“I love a good, filthy cum whore,” he said as he took it upon himself to ram himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp before biting your lip. Your legs could barely keep still as his dick went in and out of you with steady speed. All this time you thought his dick belonged in your mouth when in fact it belonged in you. Every single inch belonged in you.

“You’re…you’re so…big,” you moaned.

“The slut interviewer can’t handle my dick, huh? That’s not what I want to hear. I want to hear how you want to be my cum whore,” he said.

“I want to be your cum whore,” you said.

“Well, act like it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut,” he demanded.

“I’m a dirty slut,” you said.

He increased his speed when you said that. You gasped as you tried to balance yourself by stabilizing your hands on the table. You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking any longer and let them wobble under the feeling of him railing you.

“Tell me you’re a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” he said.

“I’m a cum whore who loves to get creampied,” you said.

“Keep repeating that until I cum. If you stop, you don’t get anything, whore,” he said.

You did exactly what he said and continued to repeat what he wanted to hear. You tried to say it as softly as possible but every time he rammed his dick into you it was as if your voice was going up an octave with every stroke. It didn’t seem as if he cared though. It was what he wanted to hear after all, so why would he want to stop you?

You must have done a good job in obeying his every word because he came in you and you heard a sound of satisfaction leave his mouth. You too let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled out of you. You felt him open up your folds to probably admire his cum dripping out of you.

“You make a good cum whore, Y/N. I knew you could take it from the first time I met you,” he said as he pulled down your skirt.

“You should have known from the last time I swallowed your cum,” you said as you turned around to look at him.

He smirked as he zipped up his pants. “I should have. Maybe we can make that movie after all.”

You chuckled. “Tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll definitely let you know.”

You both laughed as you both took your respective seats to find your composures again before the interview restarted. Sean walked in not too long after you two had taken your seats. He gave you two a thumbs up and you both gave him two thumbs up back. He counted you down from three and then gave you the thumbs up.

You smiled. “Welcome back to our interview with Matthew Gray Gubler from Criminal Minds. During the break, I convinced him we should do more interviews more often and I think he agrees we should.”

He nodded his head. “I love being interviewed with my slu…My slumber party partner in crime, Y/N.”

You giggled. “Yeah, exactly that.”

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MASTERLIST

[realcube]

speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge   

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands 

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked 

he shook his head, keeping his lips together 

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today 

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨ 

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk 

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE 

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’  he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck 

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more 

Kentarō Kyōtani 

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’  or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry 

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you 

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare 

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life 

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you 

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses 

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that 

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips 

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible 

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

[jinkicake]

Love You Like I Can

Hinata, Kenma, Tendou when their darling finally breaks up with their s/o.

Hinata Shouyou x Reader

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Anon, I apologize, I kinda branched off into something much darker than you maybe intended,,,,,, I couldn’t help myself/still can’t believe I wrote this LOL........ For those wondering what my Feitan writings are like, it is like this but much worse,,,,, sigh. Also! Please let me know if I forgot to tag a tw, I think I got it all,,,,

SMUT // NSFW

TW : heavy implications of yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, sadistic/masochist behavior, dubcon (kinda),,, 

Take this into consideration before you read ^^^

WC- 2,171

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Hinata Shouyou

Do you know Yoosung from Mystic Messenger,,,, LOL I think you guys know where I am going with this,,, Yoosung is the same type of yandere that Hinata would be like…. In this situation/in my mind

Hinata is so sweet and pure that it almost seems unreal for him to be possessive and protective,,,, not to mention obsessive and controlling,,,, so you never see it coming

Pls, if he sees you talking to any guy that isn’t him ,,,,, or any person even,,,, I think he would get really riled up 

He’d want to be with you always and be the only one that you’re thinking about…. 

Hinata just reminds me of that soft boy™ who would turn out to be a mf yandere type….. 

Let’s say you go to Shiratorizawa and you know Hinata from volleyball,,, bc your s/o also plays volleyball. When word gets out that you and your s/o break up, Hinata would be the first to comfort you and would be so supportive with everything you do

Then it kinda goes to shit because one minute you’re drinking something and then the next you’re waking up in an unknown room that you’ve never seen before. You’re all tied up and can barely move, can barely focus on what is even in the room

When you finally wake up Hinata is so happy and he still has that exciting energy he always has,, he’s like ‘ah I’ve been waiting for ten hours and now you’re finally awake!!!!’ And if you try to ask like where you are and stuff, Hinata would just say some bs like ‘you’re with me?’

This mf,,,,, I feel like when he tortures you, he kinda twists it into a way that it makes it seem like he is doing it for your own benefit. Like him carving his initials into your skin is to protect you and for everyone to know who you belong to, that sorta thing

Hinata would put all his energy into showing you why you belong with him, why you two need to be together, he’d probably punish you for not seeing it sooner and that’s where the angry sex comes in….

“Didn’t you know I was there for you all along?” Hinata asks curiously, still thrusting three of his fingers inside of you while ignoring the muffled whines and cries that leave your lips. “Why did it take you so long to come to me?” He continues to ask, a frown taking up his face as he voices his thoughts. His fingers inside of you once brought pleasure but now they are bringing pain, he has made you cum five times and has not once stopped. Your walls are feeling so stretched and every touch to your clit feels like you’re being shocked with electricity, it hurts. “Don’t you realize how much I love you? Why not me? Am I not good enough for you?” 

His orange hair dips as his frustration oozes out of him and he flicks his wrist as he curls his fingers inside of you, dragging along your walls to find that one spot. 

“You’re all mine now, I don’t have to worry anymore, right?” He growls and stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed and the dark look on his face makes him look unrecognizable. 

“You don’t have to worry anymore, Shouyo-“ You cry, and your back arches into the air as he finally drags his fingers along that spot. 

“Good, good.” He sighs happily and uses his other hand to rub your clit with four of his fingers. “I love you (Y/N), I love you so much and now you’re all mine!” 

Hinata’s eyes light up with need as he stares at your swollen clit getting tortured underneath his fingers, his mouth waters at the sight of your cum spilling down his wrist. Hinata sticks his tongue out of his mouth in concentration as he repeatedly snaps his wrist to thrust his curled fingers along your walls and his mouth drops out when you squirt all over him. 

“You must love me so much, don’t you (Y/N)?” Hinata asks you and you don’t have the nerve to tell him that you hadn’t just cum, not when he is like this. His orange hair dips once again between your thighs as he mutters to himself. “It is so obvious, how did I never notice before.”

Kozume Kenma 

Now,,, with Kenma….. I think his feelings would be really dormant for a while,,,, like he would always have these obsessive tendencies with you but he would be able to control it and hide it

He’d become your friend and gain your trust,,, then stick cameras in your room when you’re not watching so then he can always know what you’re doing 

Kenma is the type where your friends would joke about him having a little crush on you and you’d all laugh it off but in reality,,, Kenma is obsessed with you…. He doesn’t simply have a crush on you,,, he is in love with you

And as soon as you break up with your s/o, all his restraint will fly out the window. He will have zero problems taking you back to his own apartment/room and keep you there,,,,, Kenma does this in a way so that it makes you think you have control over the situation like you’re going to his place because you want to

He kinda reminds me of 707 type yandere you know? I don’t know why I keep referring to mystic messenger character but it helps me write this so…. 

Kenma won’t pay any attention to you or give you any attention but just simply having you in the same room as him makes him feel calmer, he lets you talk or rant for as long as you like,,, he is very manipulative with this whole thing

However, when Kenma finally has enough of you talking about your stupid ex s/o that he cannot stand ,,,, he will shut you up

Cue him kissing you and shit~,,, this will go from 0 to 100 real quick like what you think is your ‘friend’ trying to make you feel better will turn into Kenma’s dormant feelings exploding with every touch

All his previous feelings of rejection and just an obsessive need to make you his will surface,,, but he does it in such a way that it isn’t that intense and you’re into it…… even if he has an entire closet filled with sex toys that he wants to use on you 

Kenma will leave physical marks on you….. You’re not coming out of this the same, no, he has a hold on you now and he is never going to let go 

“Kenma!” You cry out as his slender cock rubs along your walls, his arms tighten around you and you moan again at the feeling of his warm skin.

“I can fuck you so much better than they could,” He whispers into your ear as he twists your leg up into an odd angle, one that makes it easier for him to dive deeper into you but also makes your muscle scream in pain. 

“W-what?” You ask, unable to focus on what Kenma is saying due to heat taking over your body. 

“You never moaned like this with them before,” Kenma mentally notes and begins to bite down on your neck, letting his thin hair tickle your jaw. “I’m going to show you how much I care about you.” 

You can only nod at his words, even if you have zero clues what he is saying, it doesn’t really matter when he’s fucking you this good. It’s like you can’t even remember your own name.

“You like that, don’t you?” He coos in amazement and tests his theory as he sits up on the back of his calves, holding you up by your waist with your legs draped over his shoulders, practically fucking you upside down. This new angle makes you feel everything, and the gravitational pull on your breasts makes you grab onto them which brings a new wave of pleasure.

“Oh, Kenma I’ve never been fucked like this before,” You mewl happily and take pleasure in the way he is quite literally rearranging your guts. Kenma smirks to himself and digs his nails into your waist, watching as you wince slightly.

“I know, I know.” He mutters quietly and continues to smack his hips into your ass, watching with heavily lust-filled eyes at the way you squirm at the sting. “What kind of filthy whore likes this kind of play?” Kenma wonders in amusement, the deep crescent moon shapes are left into your skin by his nails and Kenma starts to wonder what exactly else he can get away with you.

Tendou Satori 

Tendou,,,, ah,,, I kept thinking about this one for a while…… 

He would somehow always be able to keep tabs on you,,, even if you’re not really friends and if you go to different schools. Whether it be that he just always keeps himself updated on your social media or hears a lot about you, 

Any aspect of your life… Tendou will somehow know about it without you even realizing it… He also is very attentive with your s/o too and always keeps tabs on them as well and very soon it turns into an obsession like Tendou has to have you 

Tendou wants you so badly and all to himself, to the point that he can’t hold himself back and he needs to talk to you 

Even if you go to different schools Tendou will coincidentally run into you, it is so perfect that you’d never expect that every minor detail was planned, and he slowly builds up your friendship from there

Tendou seems like the type to be very clingy and always touching you but not to the point where you’re weirded out by it,,,, he does it in a way that you genuinely come to like…. You and your s/o probably break up because of Tendou 

I feel like Tendou would manipulate his actions so that you genuinely fall for him,,,, which works perfectly for him because now he has you all to himself

It’s like a flip is switched and Tendou goes from your caring friend to the possessive person he is, all his feelings come pouring out and he can’t help the way he treats you

I feel like when you cry it turns him on so he wants to see your tears when he fucks you,,,, Tendou plans everything he does and manipulates every aspect so you start to enjoy it and you think it is just some hot sex when really….. it is just Tendou showing you everything he feels for you 

You are literally his after this,,,, Tendou is not going to let you go,,,, and you wouldn’t want it any other way

Your elbows give out after a particularly hard thrust and you fall face-first into the mattress. Tendou grins and cockily rolls his shoulders back before pressing on the back of your head with his palm to shove your face into the sheets. You can barely fucking breathe but with the way Tendou is slapping his hips into your ass and the way his balls are deliciously slamming into your clit, you don’t care.

“You’ve always wanted my attention, haven’t you?” Tendou spits and narrows his eyes down at you. “You always wanted me to fuck you like this, I know how much you like me.” He throws out into the air and if you could nod, you would. “That little Seijoh boy can’t fuck you like this? Can he?” Tendou mocks and you moan loudly at his words. “If only he could see you now, see how good I am fucking you.”

Tendou brings his hand down to slap your ass, the arch in your back has your ass practically shoved into his face. His grin only widens when he sees how your ass jiggles for him and how each thrust has your tits slapping your face. 

“Tell me I’m the biggest cock you’ve ever had.” He twists your hair around his fist and yanks your neck so that your face is slightly up again. You take in a deep breath of fresh air and whine loudly. 

“Yes,” You cry and Tendou raises an eyebrow before slapping your ass again, laughing at the way tears fall down your face at the sting. 

“Yes, what?” He asks darkly and places his had right against your spine, right above your ass before pressing down hard. The pressure makes you sob even harder and you whimper at the pain.

“You have the b-biggest cock I’ve ever had.” You repeat and relax into the sheets when he starts fucking you again, the fast pace is something you refuse to try and even keep up with so you lay against the sheets with your eyes closed.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now (Y/N), we aren’t even close to being done.”

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[quietmyfearswith]

new year’s day ; andy barber x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 3,960 words

warnings — swearing, mentions of active sex life, SMUT, degradation, sir kink, choking, oral smut (receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (pls use protection), slapping, name calling, drinking champagne off of one’s body, fluff at the end?? porn without plot lol

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — HAPPY NEW YEAR! im still high on my andy feels so yeah,, lmk what yoou think!

masterlist

“Fuckin’ hell my eyes hurt,” Y/N groaned out as she rubbed her palms on her eyelids, as if she was massaging the stress away. Rose could only chuckle at her friend’s distress, “Well I did warn you about how you shouldn't have gone to work today; you deserve to take a break once in a while you know?”

Cracking her knuckles once she was done rubbing her eyes, Y/N retorted, “Well it’s not like I had any New Year’s Eve plans so I decided why not go to work?” As she continued to torment her eyes with the light emitted from her desktop. Being her only real friend at the workplace, Rose took it as a responsibility to look after her; for she knew how she wasn’t really close with her family and her other closest friends were on the different side of the country. “Hey, I invited you to that party me and Agnes are going to!”

Tearing her straining eyes away from the screen, Y/N gave the brunette a pointed look, “You mean to say you invited me to party where I don’t know anyone but you and your girlfriend; which definitely guarantees that you’ll both leave me alone so you can fuck.”

Rose didn’t find it in herself to deny her allegation or defend her and her girlfriend’s active sex life; instead she could only give her a sheepish look as she joked, “Guess you’ve been spending too much time with Mr. Barber since you’re incredible at drawing conclusions and noticing patterns huh?” Seeing how much time she had spent with the mentioned lawyer over the past year, Y/N couldn’t help but nod and agree with her.

The soft chime of Rose's Favorite song rang and a cocky, “See! Can’t even wait an hour before you two get to be together,” was quickly being hushed by her friend. “Okay you have a point, we have a high sex drive — but can you blame us? And I need to leave early, stupid bitch burnt herself as she was baking.”

Chuckling without tearing her eyes away from the documents in front of her, Y/N greeted, “Yeah, yeah; don’t need to rub it in. Happy New Year’s Eve, babe.” Before heading to Mr. Barber’s office to sweetly ask to leave early, Rose went to where Y/N was seated and let their cheeks touch as their way of bidding adieu.

Andy was more than generous to allow Rose to leave the office early, “Go ahead and enjoy, you deserve it for being one of the few ones who chose to come in today,” He told her smiling form. Once she left his office, he loosened his tie and undid the top button of his button down shirt and let out a loud groan. Usually, this time last year he would be rushing to go home — if ever his work demanded his presence — in order to celebrate the New Year’s with his family. But now as he mourns the family he once had and lost it as his son was brutally killed by his ex-wife that had gone insane in disbelieving her son’s innocence was now serving prison for her crimes, he had nowhere to be.

After a couple of hours filled with silence and burying his head with paperwork, Andy noticed how there was a soft, melodious hymn coming from the other side of the office. The lawyer wasn’t necessarily alarmed, but he was curious about who was left working since there had only been 7 other people who decided to come in to work today; and to his knowledge they should have left by now.

He decided to check out who was left — but it really was an excuse to stretch his long, lean legs as he felt them cramping up a bit from being seated for too long — and was surprised to see the most diligent employee he’s ever met in his years of practicing law, “Ms. Y/N, what are you still doing here?”

Hearing his deep voice snapped her out of her concentration; seeing her boss in his less than organized state had her taken aback, “Oh Mr. Barber, I’m just doing some work on the Richards case.” Looking at the watch on his left wrist, he took note how it was a mere 15 minutes before the new year dawned on them. “No plans for the new year then?”

Deciding to test the waters she cracked a joke, “Are you talking about the holiday or the actual year? Because I have no plans for both.”Covering up her remark with a nervous chuckle, she was glad to see the older man wrinkle his eyes as he laughed out loud, “Well that makes the two of us; why don’t we grab a drink in my office?”

Eyes going wide and gasping silently, Y/N was pleasantly surprised at his offer but nevertheless nodded in agreement. Quickly shutting off her desktop, she moved out of her chair and decided to leave her footwear and floral kimono by her desk as she somewhat felt restricted by the light cloth. As she entered his post, she settled herself on the gray sofa he had placed near the office’s wall. Grabbing a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses, Andy sat beside her then poured them a drink.

“Never pegged you as a champagne guy, Mr. Barber,” She thanked him as he handed her a glass which she took a sip of; letting out a small moan of appreciation at the taste, the  sound causing Andy to cross his right leg on top of the left in an effort to conceal his erection. “Please, call me Andy,” He cleared his throat as he took a sip of the liquor, “And whiskey and bourbon are my usual choices of poison; but since it’s the New Year, figured this was more appropriate.”

Y/N surprised the man beside her by drinking all of the champagne in one go and placed the now empty glass on the coffee table in front of them before turning to his gobsmacked expression and giggled, “Sorry, really need that one.” With his hooded eyes watching her intently, he drank some of his before answering, “Don’t be Y/N, it was quite a show.”

She could feel her wetness dampen the panties she wore with how good her name sounded as it left his lips, “Don’t think I ever heard you call me by my first name before.” Worried he crossed the line he was quick to fumble out an apology; but quickly stopped as he felt her hand on his thigh, “It’s okay, I’m not mad or anything. I really like it, actually,” She trailed off once she noticed how he seemed to have let out a quiet, but aroused purr. Tilting her head to the side with an amused expression plastered on her face, “You alright, Andy?”

Years of practicing law and appearing in courtrooms taught him not to lose composure; but with a simple touch and mention of his name had Andy forgetting how to remain calm and collected. But can you fucking blame him when the girl who walks around with so much grace and confidence — who also happens to be the subject of his filthy fantasies — is so close to him that he can almost feel her warmth piercing through his long-sleeved shirt. In that moment, he wasn’t sure if it was a wise or dumb decision to discard his suit jacket, but as their arms touched and he felt a surge of electricity run through his veins, he thought of himself as a fucking genius.

“I am, yeah,” Deciding to test the waters, he grabbed her hand that rested on her thigh and intertwined their fingers together; when she made no attempts at removing her hand from his he smirked, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but something tells me you want more than just this champagne I offered.”

Feeling her inhibitions disappear, she gave him a smirk of her own as she untangled her hands from his, “Well, I do want some more champagne,” Her finger was now tracing his lips as she moved to sit closer until she was now straddling his lap, “Maybe taste it from your lips?”

Silently, Andy brought the glass to his lips and downed the remaining sparkling drink; his free hand settled itself on the back of her neck, pulling her close to him until her lips touched his. As he bit her bottom lip, she opened her mouth and moaned out loud as she felt the alcoholic beverage enter her mouth. Both her hands caressed his bearded cheek as she drank up every last drop that he offered her. Groaning out loud when his mouth was now devoid of the drink, he let his tongue enter her mouth and asserted his dominance; something she willingly conceded to him. His hand on her neck traveled lower and rested on her bum, squeezing the soft flesh which emitted more moans from her.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” His staff silently, mindlessly let out as she kissed him desperately. “Is that so?” He asked once he broke away their kiss, Y/N whined at the loss of his lips and confused with his question. Chuckling at her groggy state he squeezed both her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to focus on him and answer his question, “You said you’ve been dreaming about this, baby. Is that what you daydream about at work? Me fucking you so hard your dumb brain can’t even think straight?”

Letting out a pathetic whine, she could only nod her head enthusiastically, “Want that so fucking bad, sir.” He felt his cock harden even more at the title she called him; but he wasn’t even done with teasing her yet. “And that fantasy will come true; but first, stand up and strip for me, baby,” With a soft smack on her cheek, she stood up quickly and unzipped her dress. Andy watched her present her body for him as he poured another glass for himself.

Resting on the arm rest was the hand with the sparkling champagne, while the other was palming his erection as watched her push her dress down to the floor. “No bra? Just that poor excuse of underwear?” He moaned out as he observed the fabric that parts at the middle, teasing the paradise that awaits for his cock.

Lowering her gaze, as if bashful, at his filthy remarks before resuming her previous position of sitting on his lap with her hands moving to unbutton his button down. “Such an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He clicked his tongue at her; to which she pouted as she stared at him with want written on her face, “I’m sorry, sir. What do you want me to do?”

“Ride my thigh like the slut you are, baby,” He commanded her without even thinking about it, which turned her on even more. Situating herself on his thick, lean thigh she moaned out loud as the fabric of her thong added even more friction. She began to ride him with slow but sharp movements, throwing her head back when she felt her wetness taint the fabric of his slacks, “How does it feel, baby?”

“Good, so good,” Her broken cries turned him on even more as he sipped on the champagne, enjoying the tingle it left on his tongue. “Do you trust me, baby?” Surprised at his question, she opened her eyes to look at him, her hip movements not faltering one bit. Upon seeing how serious he was she answered, “I do, Andy. I trust you.”

With a smirk, he then tipped the glass just above her breasts, allowing the liquid to run from her collarbones and down to her breasts. Gasping out loud when Andy runs his tongue on her skin, following the trail that the champagne took, “Don’t stop grinding on me, love,” He reminded her as his lips drank the liquid that landed on her nipple — subsequently sucking on the pebble-like flesh. Seeking purchase on his dark hair, Y/N continued rubbing herself on his thigh — his assault on her breast encouraging her to ride him even harder and faster.

“Time to drink some more,” Andy huskily spoke out as he poured some more of the beverage on her opposite breast  causing the girl to stiffen a bit as she was taken aback by the sudden coolness on her breast. His tongue flattened against her skin, now more focused on kissing every inch of her skin instead of drinking up the liquor. His hand held her breast firmly, raising it a bit so he could suck on it and slurp the booze.

“Fuck, the champagne tastes even incredible on you, baby,” HIid praise got her flustered and she could only whine as she felt herself getting closer. “I’m so close, sir. Can I cum, please?” She fluttered her eyes at him sweetly, hoping he’d show her mercy; but his wicked smile and wink got her thinking she’d be shown the opposite of it. “Not yet, baby,” He was quick to shut her wails up with a smack on her breast, “Sit down on the sofa, baby.”

Even though she denied him her release, she followed his orders without a complaint — working with him provided her a clear picture of what happens when you don’t follow Andy’s orders, and it didn’t end well for everyone involved. As she sat down, she watched as the lawyer placed his glass on the table and reached for the bottle; poured some on her pussy. Y/N watched closely as Andy licked her clit, down to her hole. Without tearing his eyes away from hers, he inserted his tongue in her and tried to reach as far as his long tongue can go. “So good, Andy,” She grabbed onto his hair, pushing his face closer to her. The man was quick to smack her thigh, causing her to press her thighs more into his frame, “You know what to call me,” He warned.

“Sir,” She panted out, “Feel so good, sir.” Pleased with that, he rewarded her by rubbing his right thumb on her clit, making her moan even louder. Loving her blissed out sounds of pleasure, Andy began licking her ferociously; he drank up all of the champagne he poured and all the juices she had to provide. He inserted his left pointer and middle finger in her, taking her aback with the sudden simulation. Her thighs were shaking with how good he was making her feel, too weak to even grab onto his hair and her arms were now limp on her sides, “Sir, please! I’m so fucking close, please let me cum.”

Without tearing his mouth and hands from her he replied, “Then cum on my fucking tongue, you slut,” The vibrations adding more to the pleasure she felt. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, kitten licks of his tongue, she felt apart with a scream. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his shoulders, squeezing him so tight that she felt his beard tickle her delicate skin. Andy pulled out his fingers that were in her, replacing them with his tongue so he can gather all of her juices and drink some of them in. “You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” He groaned as he parted from her pussy, his fingers pushing her juices back inside her so he could use it as lube.

“Wanna kiss you, sir,” Her fingers touched the patch of facial hair above his lips, surprised with how it had her juices. Andy complied, giving her a brief, but sweet kiss. “Want you on your hands and knees, baby. Hold on to the back of the sofa okay?” Y/N couldn’t help but feel mushy with how gentle he was bossing her around — when she knew his next actions would be far from gentle.

Holding on to the back of the sofa, she used it to steady herself on her knees, bending slightly so she could arch her back to accentuate her ass. Andy quickly discarded his clothes before rubbing her pussy again and pushed some of her juices in, before entering in her pussy in one go. His forehead rested on her back as he groaned out, “Fuck baby you’re so tight. Been a while huh?” Anchoring himself on her hips, he slid in and out of her at a steady pace.

Y/N moaned out loud as she felt the back of her thighs meet Andy’s hips; he was thrusting into her with no remorse. Her hand travelled to her breast, switching between pinching the nipple or pulling on it. Grabbing her hair with one hand, the bearded man pulled her so her back was pressed firmly against his chest. You’d think that this would give Andy a difficult time to rut into her but it didn’t; instead it just made him drive his cock in her harder and faster, falling into a drum-like rhythm.

“Why are you fucking touching yourself, slut?” Feeling his breath on her ear turned her on more than she cared to admit and she couldn’t even string together a coherent response since the tip of his dick pushed into her g-spot, causing her to moan out loud. “You’re such a fucking mess that you can’t even think straight huh?”

Nodding pathetically was all the response Y/N could offer as she clawed on to Andy’s toned arms; the lawyer then decided to go all the way with his fun by wrapping his big hand around her neck, applying gentle pressure. “You don’t mind this do you, sweetheart?” Shaking her head no, Andy then smiled as he put more force on the sides of her neck as he rammed his cock in her until the tip of his cock repeatedly hit her bundle of nerves that made tears leave her eyes with how good everything felt. The other hand that wasn't wrapped around her throat then lowered itself on her clit, rubbing the hardened nub.

“If only you knew how hard you got me every time you came to work with a tight skirt or pants,” He breathed out against her ear, tickling her with his breath, “Giving me a perfect view of the shape of your ass,” And to emphasize his point he thrust so hard until his cock was all the way in and spanked her ass. “Walking around the office with so much fucking confidence,” He recalled the time wherein she called out an officemate for talking lewdly about her — that caused him to jerk one off in the office bathroom. “But now you’ve been reduced to a dumb cock hungry whore for me,” She wailed out in agreement as his hand squeezed her throat so tight to the point she was now gasping for breath as his other hand wrapped around her tit, loving the weight and feel of it on his hand, grabbing onto it to move it up and down his hand.

“Are you gonna cum again, baby? Gonna cum around my thick cock?” He could feel her walls clinging on to his cock even more, making it difficult to thrust in her but he was determined to keep on sliding his cock in and out. “Yes, so close, please let me cum,” She trailed off as he abandoned his hold on her tit and throat and returned to her hips so he could maneuver her and ram his cock swiftly and harder. “Cum then you, slut. Let me feel you milk my cock,” Was all the permission she needed before she dug her nails into his forearms as came with a scream, “Thank you, sir!”

Even as she was cumming, Andy thrust in and out of her; though his thrusts weren’t as powerful and quick. Once he felt her spasms die down, he slid all the way inside her and came with a groan. They both could feel his cock twitch as it released his load inside her, filling her up with his hot semen. Littering kisses on her back, Andy could feel his regular breathing return — as was hers.

Carefully, Andy pulled out of her, “Can you stand up for a bit, baby?” She nodded and stood up from her position, the lawyer guiding her to sit by the arm rests. Still stuck in her post-orgasm haze, she watched as he moved the coffee table away and transformed his sofa into a bed. Grabbing the spare bed sheet, blanket, and pillows he kept in the office — in case he had to spend the night in the office — he quickly made the bed before he helped Y/N to lay down with him, wrapping the blanket over their naked bodies.

“How you feeling?” It was amazing how he had a quick change of demeanor; Y/N was lazily tracing over Andy’s face with her finger, making the most out of this intimate moment. “Feel good, really good. Always wanted someone to fuck me the way you did.”

Her curt response had him chuckling, loving the way she was being open with him and the way she traced over his features. “Well I’m glad I fulfilled this fantasy of yours.”

Suddenly, Y/N felt small and insecure; was this a one time thing? Just something to release his frustrations and a fantasy of hers that's been fulfilled? Furrowing her eyebrows, she failed to mask her worry as she wondered, “So this is just a one time thing then?”

Hating what she just said, Andy kissed the wrinkle in between her eyebrows as he spoke, “I don’t want it to be. I really want to be with you; if you’ll have me, of course.” A small smile rested on her lips as her eyes brightened up, “I’d want that and you. You’re so amazing, Andy. I admire your strength, resilience, and determination. For someone who could easily give up in life you choose to carry on and look forward to what the future holds. It’s just a bonus that you have a thick cock and know how to use it.”

Her small speech had him chuckling and kissing her nose, pulling her close against him, “What I said earlier was true; I love how you walk around the office like you own the place. You take no shit from people and do your job damn well. Plus, I love your music taste as well.”

Grinning at him she jeered, “Wow can’t believe you still sweet talk your way even if it’s not in a courtroom setting.” Andy laughed at her retort and just grazed his fingertips on her sides, tickling her so he can hear her giggle. Once both their laughter died down, their lips met for a sweet, passionate kiss. “We have quite a mess to clean up tomorrow, Andy,” Y/N reminded him as she referred to the champagne bottle, glasses, their clothes, and his sofa bed — their whole situation, really.

“I don’t care,” He whispered as smiled at her, feeling so much lighter and better having been haunted by his personal demons for so long, “I don’t mind doing anything as long as it’s with you.”

Her heart fluttered with his simple statement; she was then reminded of the new year countdown. Reaching out for his wrist, she checked the time and noticed how a few minutes had passed 12. “Happy new year, Andy,” She greeted him with a peck on his lips.

A short, sweet kiss was returned to her as he planted his lips on hers again — quickly getting addicted to her, “Happy new year, baby. Can’t wait to spend this year with you by my side.”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Can we get some Dom!Jeff Hardy hcs up in here pls 👀

Whew. Jesus lord. I went to sleep and I wake up to this, outing my Jeff fantasies. And I deeeeply thank you for it bc.. Fuck yeah. I approve 10000 percent. Anything that lets me talk about Jeff Hardy is a win for me so I LOVE YOU FOR THIS HOLY SHIT!

WARNINGS 

18+ only, obvs. Anyone not legally able to buy smokes or booze, gtfo. Go outside and play. This is not for your eyes, minors. Beyond that, definitely a huge dom/sub cw. Maybe mentions of light choking, praise kink... Spanking. Orgasm denial. Mentions of toys. Possibly even bondage. After these, it’s gonna get a little fuzzy bc I’m gonna go way into my mind for this one and I’m probs gonna black out again. So.. 

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┎ You actually discovered the whole other side of Jeff Hardy by happy mistake. There are certain things you can do... say.. that’ll flip the switch and apparently, one of them is addressing him as daddy. You did it in sarcasm. It was a stupid little argument about something insignificant, really, but the look in those jade colored eyes when you did it...

-- He was towering over you, your back met the wall softly. He reached out, tucking long fingers beneath your chin and making you look at him as he chuckled quietly. “Say it again, darlin. Call me what you just called me.”

-- Naturally.. You were bold enough to do it again. Then you felt him getting hard through the baggy pair of paint stained sweats he was wearing. That hand against the side of your face lowered, settled right over your cunt, squeezing a little. “That can be arranged, darlin.”

-- You’d been kind of vaguely considering the idea of that whole element in your relationship for a while because there were just certain things he did that made you curious.. Made you crave the idea of finding out just what kind of dom he’d be. The fact that he was always such a gentleman and he didn’t seem to actually... Mention being into it. That’s what stopped you from dropping hints. But here he was, laying it in your lap.

┎ Okay, you have an idea of how it started, now... Let me try to get into what happens between you two. Safe words are a MUST. And if he even thinks you’re experiencing a mood drop or you’re checking out while you’re in the midst of things, he puts it all to a grinding halt because his number one priority is you. And if something he’s doing is messing with you / could hurt you / is making your mood bottom out and making you retreat into your own quiet headspace, he’s amazing at picking up on it and stopping it. Because he’d rather die than hurt you.

-- Not that into spanking either, but he will do it because he KNOWS you want it sometimes. He’s never very hard though. Always jsut enough to leave your ass lightly tinted read for an hour or two after.

┎ King of aftercare, I mean... GODDAMN. Always there to cuddle you softly, soft kisses against your skin, gentle touches. Runs you warm baths and gets in the tub behind you, washing and playing with your hair. 

┎ the ‘collar’ he got you was not so much as a kinky thing as it was a sentimental one. It was a shooting star necklace because he’s forever telling you that he wished for you on a shooting star a long time ago... Back when his life was at it’s roughest. He’s not... really big into the whole act of collaring itself 

-- that being said, he is very very territorial. If you ever just want to get him into dom mode real quick? Let another man hit on you and you even SEEM remotely interested, even if you’re not. He’s behind you in an instant, his hands all over you, his lips against your neck and that smooth as fucking honey accent drawling against the shell of your ear, “Now I know you’re not tryin to stir daddy up, baby girl. I know you’re not.”

-- oh, you most certainly are. because there’s just something so fucking HOT about the way he gets when he’s showing you exactly where you belong. Clothes get ripped. Bodies covered in paint on occasion. Paint handprints around your throat and on your ass and thighs. He actually fucked you up against a canvas once and went to have it framed after. Hangs over your bed now. He wanted to put it in the living room but... there’s already other ‘canvases’ decking the walls in there.

┎ When he’s on the road and you’re at home, the bluetooth vibrator comes into play. And you have such a goddamn hard time NOT cumming until he lets you at the end of the day. When he’s not sending you these filthy and tender erotic poems he writes on the fly, he’s sending you pictures of his dick strained against his wrestling gear or just his dick in general.. Or videos of him, jerking it. That mischief filled chuckle when he cums because he KNOWS full well that the rules to this kind of play are that you CANNOT. CANNOT. cum until he video calls that night. To watch you. He likes to watch your juices drip slowly after you’ve gotten an orgasm. He usually makes you taste yourself too. Because he can’t at the moment. Gets him all sorts of hot when he’s watching you slip your fingers between your lips and lick.

┎ He’s tied you up before and used ice cubes to go down on you. Licked whipped cream off your body and ate your pussy until you were shaking and trying to squirm against the ties, begging to get off.

┎ BREEDING KINK HOLY SHIT. Will push whatever leaks out after he’s done taking you over and over right back in. His favorite choice of dirty phrase is to tell you exactly how full he’s going to fill you too. In a low growl... against your ear.

┎ Has a thing for erotic asphyxiation, but he is very very careful about it with you. He knows it’s not one of your favorite things, but that you’ll do it for him if he asks / makes you. But he never makes you do it to a point where you’re uncomfortable. Safety is sexy, kids.

┎ Has a giving inclined praise kink. Always telling you how good you feel. Always reassuring you. Very gentle. Passionate.

┎ absolutely fucking loves the vibrating cock ring you got for him during dirty santa exchange one year. it gets used a LOT. 

┎ bought you one of those DIY dildo molds kits and now it’s honestly your favorite toy that you own, because it feels close enough to him when he’s not there that it does help to fully immerse in your dirty little fantasies. 

┎  Honestly, straight up spoils you as a dom and as a SO. You want for NOTHING. LITERALLY NOTHING. The sheer mind blowing amazing sex is only a part of what you get with this guy. Because trust me. HE KNOWS SOME TRICKS.

[callmehopeless]

i love the idea of Clyde, moping on the couch with a raging hard on, gettin' real impatient and needy waiting for his love to come home so he pulls out his vibrator and starts teasing himself with it and just as he's about to cum, his love takes it away and he's whimpering as she starts teasing him all over again 🥵

I actually shivered reading this. I got chills from the picture of my boy, so desperate and horny, so I’ve decided to write you something filthy under the cut. I usually only do it for people who are like “gimme the hcs or imagines!” but baby, you’ve earned it

Under the cut because...unfffff

He tries to act like he doesn’t do it.

He won’t deny he seeks out pleasure, of course. It’s not Clyde’s way to deceive anyone; if you ask, his ears will flush, but he’ll give a nod. Yes. ‘Course I take some time to myself.

He won’t divulge the details - sure, he likes the friction of his hand. Yes, he’ll sometimes try lube. But he makes out it’s this quiet, quick, done-and-dusted affair he has with his palm to get the job done. Tells you it’s just one of those things he’s gotten used to doing: nothing more than just a habit to pass the hours when you’re late home.

But then: those walls fall down.

Because late that night, home from work after a long day: your eyes seek him out in the low light of his living room.

Oh, what a sight.

Naked, beaded with sweat: Clyde’s toes curl and uncurl on the arm of the couch. Every muscle in his legs jumps as his body pulls tight, wound by the force of his fist tugging at the dripping mass of his cock. His hair splays around him as he pushes his ass down, groaning in time with the vibrations of the plug lodged deep inside him.

His lips are parted as he keens, huffing and moaning loudly enough that the walls reverberate his lust all around you. Eyes pinched shut the way they do when he’s this close.

God: is anything hotter than this beast of a man, lost in endless carnal pleasure?

Your name passes his lips; his thrusts slow to something more languid, squeezing the base to stave off the orgasm you know must be building. His injured arm rests back under his head; bicep throbbing as his hips chase upward to the ceiling.

“Please” he begs, needy and whimpering “darlin’, f--oh, please--”

Who are you to deny him?

Boots softly sound out on the rug as you drop to his side, your presence unnoticed as you wait for the right time to strike. His punishing pace resumes; nudging his vibrator deeper, pulling relief closer and closer, his eyes almost rolling back as you--

Pull the vibrator from him with one hand; the other seizing his wrist and holding it limply above his head.

Clyde’s eyes shoot wide as he gasps.

“Hhh-d’darlin, m’--can’t--”

“What was that?” you breathe devilishly, watching as precum drizzles from the tip of his pink cock. His hand flexes; trying to grab for relief but unable to from this angle.

Oh, he’s so fucking beautiful like this.

“Say please?”

Clyde moans, eyes rolling as he licks his lips.

“Pl--please. Please!”

You nudge the vibrator into him slowly; reveling in the audible shiver of anticipation that runs right through him. Fat tears bead at the corners of his eyes from the pressure deep inside him, desperate to be set free.

Desperate to let go.

And so just imagine: just pause for a moment and relish the look of absolute hunger on his face as you lean down towards his throbbing, veiny cock. Run your tongue languidly from the base all the way up to the dripping head.

The way his toes curl; his body burning as he sobs.

And then you just absolutely suddenly taking his entire cock right down into your throat.

Clyde’s voice rips through the space as he cums hard right into your hot mouth, tearing up as his body shudders and pulses and wrings itself out. Every pulse makes him cry out with a hoarse moan, hand let loose to fist the cushions and just--

“Fuck! Fuck, shitshitshit--!”

The breath just knocks right out of him as he pants, eventually slumping down in exhaustion. You ease the vibrator from him, eliciting a slow groan as you set it down on the floor.

Clyde’s face is just bright pink with bliss as he swallows.

“How was that?” you purr, kissing his stomach and quirking your brow.

Clyde breathes out: eyes fluttering shut.

“Mhm. Yep.”

You laugh. “That it?”

He sighs contentedly.

“That was...fuckin’ great.”

He means it, too.

[pynkhues]

You’re welcome to post that super long fic you’re working on unfinished! I’m dying :) no need to post this just wanted to let you know I love the stuff you write and get so excited when I see a new one added!

Haha, thank you, anon! I’m so glad you like what I write! I won’t be posting the whole thing until it’s done (I promise it’ll be worth the wait!! I mean. I hope it will, haha) BUUUTTT since I’ve had four or five asks about it, and because I don’t think I’m going to get a chance to finish it until tomorrow night (Australian time), you can have the opening scene! It’s pretty long (the whole fic is pretty long, haha - I think it’ll finish at about 12,000 words), so I’ve thrown it behind a cut. 

(While it’s not an official series - although I might change that potentially - in my head, this is set in the same Beth-and-Dean-have-recently-separated-for-real-universe that Summer in the City and Try Sometimes are!)

For once, she hears him before shesees him, his voice loud over the bustle of the playground, a familiar, cuttingline through the disarray.

“Pop, no,” he says,exasperation obvious in his voice, and Beth’s oddly pleased to hear that tonedirected at somebody who’s not her for a change, even if that person is a sixyear old currently clambering onto the roof of the playground clubhouse. Riomust have only just pushed off the park bench, if the way he lurches forwards whenBeth’s gaze finds him is anything to go by, striding forwards across the grass towardshis son. “Get down.”

Beth’s not the only woman watching himeither – in the process of seeking him out, her eyes meet a clutch of mothers standingby the swing set, their gazes fixed on the long, leonine line of Rio’s body ashe moves, and God, Beth thinks, walking towards the park bench Rio’s only justabandoned, adjusting her grip on the container in her hands and the bags overher shoulder, feeling every bit a pack mule, was she ever that desperate. 

She hopes not, but – 

Probably.

She sighs inwardly, letting her gazedrift back to Rio and Marcus. There’s a brief moment where she seriously thinksMarcus might not follow the instruction, but as Rio gains in proximity, heslides quickly back down off the plastic roof of the playhouse to the ground,having the good sense to look bashfully up at his father, kicking the dirt withhis shoe.

Even from here, Beth can see it, theway Rio rocks his jaw in obvious disapproval, but any reprimand he might have,he bites his tongue, crouching down before him. She doesn’t hear what he saysnext, but she can make out his tone – somehow both firm and soft, like itusually is with Marcus. Like it is with nobody else Beth has seen him with.

She slides down onto the bench,leaning back enough to put the drop bag on the grass between her feet and thecontainer of cupcakes she’s been lugging around beside her on the bench. It’sbeen a day, to put it lightly. The kids were at Dean’s for the week, but Beth hadstill had to fill their part of the bake sale quota (Emma had begged) and the minivan had failed to start – she’d triedcalling Hank from Boland Motors out to take a look at it, but he’d been swampedwith (paying) work, and even though he’d offered, she hadn’t wanted tooverburden him, so she’d ended up instead with a mechanic from the nearestshop, some guy half her age who’d ogled her chest and talked to her like shehad the brain function of the oil rag in his back pocket, and it had just - -

It had been a lot.

She’d ended up catching an Uber to thepark, with Ruby promising to pick her up as soon as she finished her shift atDandy Doughnuts to take her via the school to drop off the cupcakes and then outfor girl’s night drinks. They were overdue after all, and Beth was lookingforward to it more than she could say – hell, she’d circled the date with starand heart stickers on her calendar.  

Pushing her hair back off her shoulder,she watches as Rio finishes admonishing Marcus, turning back around, spottingher and heading over, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket. It’snot all that cold, but he’s dressed like it is – beanie, coat and all. Thenagain, she thinks he might be allergic to sweaters, and he never zips hishoodies all the way, giving any cool breeze the ability to whip straight throughhim. She’d made the mistake of telling him this once, trying to button up his jacketfor him, and he’d taken it as an invitation to push his freezing hands down theback of her pants and purr lewd things in her ear about all the ways she couldwarm him up.

The memory makes her cross her legsnow, thighs clenching, and she rolls her eyes a little at herself, her gazefinding that gaggle of moms again, still watching Rio attentively.

So, sure, she’s that embarrassing tooapparently.

Right now Beth is only dressed lightherself – a pair of black jeans, boots, a sky blue sweater that hugs her chest (notthat most things don’t – a mixed blessing of having a cup size that bypassesthe first five or six letters of the alphabet), a faded black bomber jacketover the top.

It’s still early – can’t be much pastthree, but there’s a slight, dragging exhaustion to Rio’s step that makes Bethfrown. Her frown only deepens when he just nods at her when he finally reachesher, pulling his hands out of his coat pockets and going straight for the containerof cupcakes. He makes quick work unclipping the lid and prying it open.

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have,” he says,and his tone is light – lighter than she knows is genuine, and Beth just rolls hereyes, snapping the container lid shut against his fingers before he can pull acupcake out.

“They’re for something at the school.”

She hopes its firm, figures it is, ifthe way Rio fakes at surrender is anything to go by, raising his hands like Beth’sgot a gun and this is one of the John Wayne Westerns her dad used to love. Andit’s stupid, right? It’s just cupcakes, but still. She knows him well enough toknow that if she gives him one, she’ll somehow be getting to the school withhalf of them. It’s just what he does. Beth scoots along the park bench, overtowards the middle, giving her enough room to move the container to the otherside of her hips, out of his arms reach, shooting him a filthy look in theprocess.

He mostly just looks amused, lipstwitching as he makes a production of flopping down onto the bench, a littletoo close to her, and sitting on his hands. His gaze finds her briefly, softly,in a way that makes her breath catch, before it’s back out across the park, searchingout Marcus like a spotlight might find its star.  

The afternoon is bright, bustlingwith parents and kids younger than either of their own. There’s an energy tothe park at this hour of afternoon that Beth’s always liked – joggers, peoplewalking dogs, ice cream trucks and pretzel carts setting up in the nearbycarpark. It’s a thrum of activity that, during her days where her world wasreally just her house, before Fine & Frugal, before she knew who Dean reallywas, before she knew who she was, had felt exciting. Now itjust feels warm, familiar, something easy to lean back into and breathe in.

She moves her leg below the bench,finding Kenny’s ratty old sports bag and hooking her foot into the strap.

“Your cut,” Beth says, discretelypushing the bag towards him below the bench. “It’s all there.”

He waits a minute, looking brieflyaround before he stretches forwards, unhooking the strap from her foot, fingersbrushing the sliver of exposed ankle between her boot and her jeans, making herbreath catch all over again, before he’s tugging it over between his own legs. Herifles through it, counting out the cash. 

And she knows that he trusts herenough these days to know it’s all there, so she can never quite tell if thispart of it is about keeping her in her place or if it’s just habit. Either way,it makes Beth roll her eyes, her gaze finding Marcus across the playground, brimmingwith energy as he finally gets to clamber up on the monkey bars. She grins as helurches gracefully across, something inherently Rio in theway he confidently finds the next rung, swinging his little body across. When hegets to the end, he leaps down, and immediately circles the playground to re-jointhe line to do it all again.

Her phone buzzes in the pocket of herjeans, and she tugs it out – the message from Ruby reading bright across thescreen.

Leaving DD now. Ready fordeath’s sweet embrace. Pls tell me you have a cupcake and a cocktail waiting atthe gates of hell for me. I’ll be passing thru in 10.

Beth grins down at her phone screen,making quick work of typing out the reply.

No death embrace here, but MYembrace is waiting for you! And no cocktail but Y to a cupcake! 😊 I’ll get Annie to have drinks waiting for us at the bar though?

She pockets her phone, checks herwatch, like the time there might be different, and she’s surprised when Riomakes a noise of irritation beside her.

“Oh, sorry, ma, am I keepin’ you?”

Looking back at him, Rio’s gaze isstill fixed down at the bag at his feet as he finishes sifting through themoney, and Beth has to resist the urge to scowl at him. He’s in a bad mood. She’dthought it earlier, but there’s a set to his shoulders she doesn’t like, a liltto his voice that puts her teeth on edge. She sits up a little straighter.

“Always,” she says, a little too sweetly,and it’s enough to make his gaze flick up to her, his jaw to rock backwards andthen forwards again in obvious irritation, and Beth just meets his gaze headon.

She thinks he might say something –probably sharp, probably biting – but then his own cell is buzzing in his ownpocket, and he kicks the bag of cash back to Beth and rocks up off the seat to answerit, striding far enough away that she can’t eavesdrop, but close enough he canstill keep an eye on Marcus.

And it figures, she thinks, leaningback into the seat, finding the bag of cash again with her feet. While that’shere, she can’t just leave. She hopes his call isn’t long, or if it is, that Rubyisn’t left long in the carpark. Beth scrubs a hand over her face, annoyed, whensuddenly a small weight collapses onto the park bench beside her.

“Where’s Emma?” the small weightasks, and then, quickly, remembering his manners. “Hi.” 

Beth can’t quite help the grin.

 “Hi,” she says, watching as Marcuswriggles up onto the bench beside her. He really is cute. Almost too cute, as Annie would say, but still. Adorable. He’s in khaki pants today,sneakers, a little checked button down and a blue sweater not unlike her own,and it’s not really like Beth thought all that much about what Rio might dressa potential child in before she realised that he had one, but still. She neverwould’ve figured this. “Emma’s at her daddy’s. She’ll be back to play next weekthough.”

Marcus looks only brieflydisappointed by that as he sits up a little straighter on the bench. He looksover Beth’s lap at the container of cupcakes, his mouth suddenly falling open.

She’d decorated them all to be water themed.After all, the school bake sale is supposed to be raising funds to send theswim team to nationals, and Beth won’t even pretend not to love a theme. She’ddone cupcakes with frog heads and shark fins, crab claws and mermaid tails, anda few that just had wave-shaped icing to balance them out for the display. Hell,her fingers were still a little blue from the food colouring. 

And yes. They were gluten and nut free this time.

Beth’s already grabbing the containerto give him one, when Marcus’ voice trills through their relative quiet.

“Are they for my dad?”

Beth blinks, her gaze finding Rioagain, still a few feet away, his own gaze on the ground, his mouth set in atight line as he argues something she can’t hear into his cell. She frowns,trying to stifle the tightness in her chest at him looking so unhappy, before shelooks back at Marcus, who’s watching her inquisitively.

“They’re actually for Emma,” she says,instead of no. “She has a very special thing on at her school, and they askedall the mommies and daddies to make something, so I made these.”

Marcus gives her wide eyes, mouth openingsomehow wider.

“You made them?” heasks, voice loaded with amazement, and Beth can’t help but laugh, pulling thecontainer into her lap and cracking it open. She offers it over to him.

“Mm-hmm,” she says. “Would you likeone?” 

Marcus wriggles over in his seat, soclose Beth can smell his shampoo, something soft and boyish, and she watcheshis little hand hover over the mermaid, then the crab, before finally grabbing thefrog. He shuffles back into the bench, looking at it almost in awe, clutchedbetween his hands, and Beth opens her mouth to say something when Marcus suddenlysays:

“Can I get one for my dad too? It’shis birthday tomorrow.”

And it’s said so innocently, so innocuously,that Beth finds herself briefly at a loss for words. She looks at Marcus, whostares brightly, sweetly back at her, and then her gaze shifts to Rio, twelvefeet away across the park, pacing, irritated, on his cell still, and it’s just- -

She blinks, unable to stop the loudexhale escaping her lips.

“Of course,” she says, covering it,offering the container to Marcus again, and this time he taps his chin, lookingover her icing sugar creations. His hand briefly hovers over the shark, then thewaves, before finally settling on the mermaid, pulling it out and propping iton his leg.

Something in Beth’s chest stutters atthe image of it (Why’d he pick the mermaid? Does Rio talk about women in frontof him? With him? Are there women who - - ) but she shakes it out of her headas quickly as she can. Marcus is just a boy and he’d wanted the mermaidhimself, and besides, she and Rio are just - - well, she doesn’t know what theyare.

“Did you get your daddy a present?”she asks instead, sealing up the container, and putting it back beside her,resisting the urge to look at Rio again. Marcus just hums, nodding, pluckingout the bit of white chocolate she’d made one of the frog’s eyes with andeating it.

“Yup. My mommy got a cup for hiscoffee and I painted it special for him, and I made him a card, and I helped abuelapick out two shirts and tía and me got him a new necklace whichwe’re gonna give him at special dinner tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you good? You’re spoiling himrotten,” Beth says with a the easiest laugh she can manage, and she can’t help it this time, whenher gaze finds him across the park, something unfamiliar and tight winding inher gut. This time, he seems to feel her looking, and his gaze fixes back onher, and she doesn’t know what he sees, but something in her face seems to takehim briefly aback.

Marcus suddenly gasps, sitting up alittle taller, and Beth blinks back down at him.

“It’s a secret til tomorrow though,”he tells her suddenly, voice full of childish urgency, and Beth grabs the airat the corner of her lips, zipping it clean across her face.

“Your secret’s safe with me, SirMarcus,” she says, weighing her voice down to sound like an English knight, andMarcus beams back at her, smile as bright as the sun.  

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The Wicked Hour(s)

SuChen 

NC-17

Jongdae's been promising Joonmyun a Halloween surprise. Will he get tricked or a treat? Possibly both?

“I have something special for you daddy,” Jongdae announced with a sinister grin. Joonmyun looked up from his red wine with raised eyebrows, the curiosity already making its way down to his crotch.

Jongdae’s surprises usually ended in Joonmyun exhausted and covered in come.

Not that he was complaining.

“Well I saw a little something, and I thought we would give it a try,” Jongdae continued to speak vaguely and had been since earlier in the week. Little by little, he was getting Joonmyun ready for his ‘Halloween Treat’ as he favored calling it.

Now, at one of Jongdae’s favorite restaurants, he was filling in the answers to questions Joonmyun had been asking himself for the last few days.

“Just answer me this Jongdae. Will I be able to walk after?” It was a straightforward question, but Jongdae chose only to grin and shrug.

“That’s up to you Joon.”

Contrary to the chill in the air, Joonmyun felt warm from the few glasses of wine he’d downed in anticipation. He didn’t mind it when Jongdae’s stopped him at the front door and stripped him of his clothes, planting a chaste kiss on each sliver of skin he revealed.

By the time Joonmyun was completely naked, his dick was arched towards his stomach, and the head was shiny with precome. Before he could ask what was next, Jongdae tied a blindfold around his eyes and bent him over the couch.

The friction on his cock made him moan, and he shuddered when a smack landed on his ass, echoing through the house.

“You ready for the first part?” He nodded quickly and turned his head to see exactly what the first part was, but was brought back to the fact that he was wearing a blindfold. The warm hand that had been caressing his thigh left and Joonmyun heard Jongdae’s footsteps get further and further away.

He was back a few seconds with what Joonmyun assumed to be lube, by the smell.

A cool finger pressed against his entrance and moaned again, relaxing as it pushed past the ring of muscle with little resistance. Jongdae wasted no time and pushed another inside, slowly fucking him with the pair until he started to scissor them inside.

Another moan fell from Joonmyun’s mouth, much louder and shakier than the previous because Jongdae had found his prostate and was pressing into it each time he pulled apart his fingers.

“You’re quiet today,” Jongdae remarked, a hint of humor in his tone. Instead of replying back, he began to swivel his hips, pushing back on Jongdae’s fingers. Each movement brought him closer to coming over the back of the couch, and he knew that if he didn’t get an orgasm now, it’d be awhile before Jongdae allowed him to come.

With three fingers inside of him, Joonmyun kept pushing against Jongdae’s fingers until he got frustrated, now that the man was purposefully missing his prostate.

It’d already begun.

“F-f-fuck me Jongdae,” Joonmyun begged, his voice breaking when Jongdae removed his fingers. He pushed back against Jongdae’s leg and crotch, biting his lip with satisfaction when he felt the bulge of Jongdae’s erection through his jeans.

Just as Joonmyun was about to say something, something smooth was pushed inside of him, and he reached forward to grip the couch cushions with his mouth open. He didn’t even get a chance to guess what the object was before Jongdae turned it on and started to vibrate inside of him, just short of his prostate.

“Now be good and wait for me. I have a few things I need to set up for our night,” Jongdae whispered in Joonmyun’s ear, lightly biting the shell as he pulled away.

All of the stimulation made Joonmyun shiver, and he stayed bent over the couch, breathing shallowly so he could hear what Jongdae was doing over the vibrations.

With a few wiggles of hips, he managed to move the toy deeper inside of him, inching it closer and closer to where he needed it.

Right when he was on the verge of coming, Jongdae was back behind him, pulling the toy out and fucking him shallowly with it as he experimented with the vibration speed.

“I should let you come right? That way we, or rather, I, can prolong our next activity, but that wouldn’t be too much fun right?” Joonmyun moaned in disagreement and fisted the cushions, whining when he felt his orgasm slip away from him. Jongdae made a tsk-ing sound, sighing “if that’s what you want hyung.”

Without warning, he pushed the vibrator to the hilt at full speed, taking Joonmyun’s journey to an orgasm right of off the cliff.

He could only imagine that Jongdae watched as he cried and shook, shooting ropes of white over the back of the couch with the vibrator shoved right against his prostate.

Instead of taking it out once Joonmyun was done, Jongdae let it stay, enjoying the borderline pained whimpers from Joonmyun from oversensitivity.

“You know, I didn’t tie your hands. You could’ve taken it out yourself,” Jongdae suggested, smoothing his hand over the tensed muscles in Joonmyun’s thighs. He then reached and pulled out the toy, turning it off and threw it somewhere else on the couch. “But you were obedient for me, weren’t you hyung?” Joonmyun gave the statement a weak nod and relaxed into the couch cushions, his chest heaving.

There was silence and still for a few moments. When Jongdae figured he’d given him enough downtime, he pulled Joonmyun up on unsteady legs and led him over to what Joonmyun guessed to be the dining room, judging by the change from carpet to wood.

“Spread your legs a little before sitting down and uh,” Jongdae paused with a dry laugh, “take your time.” With his body still reeling from the force of his first orgasm, he couldn’t even begin to decode Jongdae’s words and was happy to sit down.

Or at least he was until he lowered himself down into the chair—with minimum help from Jongdae—and felt something solid yet pliable press against his ass. He hesitated until Jongdae was back by his ear with a whispered “don’t you trust me daddy?” and gentle push at his shoulders.

Slowly he slid down on what was probably a dildo until his ass hit wood.

“Ride it like you rode me in our Paris hotel room,” Jongdae directed, probably disapproving of how slow Joonmyun was moving. He could hear it in the younger man’s voice.

Joonmyun cocked his legs wide open and put his arms behind him, gripping the sides of the chair for leverage. Once he was balanced, he rose up and slammed himself back down, speeding up as he grew accustomed to the position.

“You know, sometimes I jack off to thoughts of that night? Who knew you got like that after a few bottles of expensive wine? I could barely keep up,” Joonmyun hummed and kept moving, also thinking back to that night as well.

He’d invited Jongdae on a business trip with him to France, and he’d closed a deal with a promising up-and-coming vineyard. As a thank you for his investment, the owners cooked him a homemade Italian dinner, complete with endless glasses of wine.

By the end of their meal, Joonmyun had drunk nearly two and a half bottles of dry red wine. Still professional to the end, Joonmyun stayed lucid and rational until their car came. As soon as the car door was closed behind them, Joonmyun was all over Jongdae, his hands touching everywhere, wrinkling Jongdae’s button up as he untucked it to shove his hand down his pants.

When they got back to their hotel room, Joonmyun undressed Jongdae and prepared himself, sloppily and hurried, then rode Jongdae like his life depended on it.

The whole time Jongdae had gone with it, surprised by how filthy Joonmyun could be.

Conveniently, his memory was blurry the next morning, and when he saw Jongdae walking around in his underwear, covered from neck to at least mid-thigh in hickies, he’d immediately apologized and explained that copious amounts of red wine brought out something in him.

“I enjoyed it,” Jongdae shrugged, a smile on his face as he saved the reference for future blackmail in bed.

“You’re not going to say all the things you said to me then? Like how much you loved my cock filling your ass and how much you wanted me to come inside then use it as lube and fuck it back into you? You don’t remember?” Barely ten minutes after his first orgasm and Joonmyun’s dick was twitching, filling with blood as it curved towards his stomach again.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he recalled a lot more of that night than he was willing to say and whenever Jongdae wasn’t around and he was in the mood, he too jerked off to the memory.

His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he kept moving, feeling the muscles in his stomach contract as the dildo pushed past his prostate again.

Each drop down had Joonmyun moaning and arching his feet, bouncing to a quick rhythm as his dick smacked his stomach. The wet sound of lube of the lube that Jongdae had so graciously applied made Joonmyun even more self-conscious and his twitched at the thought of Jongdae watching him, stroking himself off.

Curious if his fantasy was real, Joonmyun held his breath and tried to listen, but instead of hearing what he was looking for, he heard the soft scraping of a chair on the ground. Jongdae didn’t seem to be touching himself, but he was definitely watching.

“What if I helped you out?” As Joonmyun circled his hips, Jongdae gripped his dick and stroked him in a tight fist, contrary to the quick pace he was moving.

The differences made his impending orgasm teeter back and forth, bringing him closer then moving him away.

“Jongdae pl-pl-please,” Joonmyun whined, feeling the ache in his arms and back because of his position. He didn’t come in the next few minutes, his arms would give out, and he’d be stuck, rocking back and forth on the toy to get off.

Jongdae grinned and clicked his tongue, “you think you would’ve learned your lesson last time you asked for an orgasm.” No matter how much Joonmyun didn’t want to listen to Jongdae’s words, he knew they were right. Each time that he’d asked for something, he usually got it, just not the way he intended.

“I want to come on your cock splitting me open, please please please,” Joonmyun continued, shaking his head as Jongdae squeezed at the head of his dick.

He was so close to coming, but he knew that after a certain point, Jongdae got impatient and he wanted to play on that impatience, working it to his advantage.

“There he is,” Jongdae’s hand let go of him and he felt the blindfold being unfolded. He blinked a few times in the dim light and saw that Jongdae had set the chair up right in front of the giant mirror in the formal dining room.

His thighs were shaking, and there was dampness on his face, his hair a mess. He was a wreck.

“Since you’ve been so obedient tonight, I’ve decided to give you what you want,” Jongdae announced with a grin as he helped Joonmyun lift himself off the dildo and into a standing position. When he looked behind him at the chair, he saw the bright pink dildo, standing proudly and suctioned to the chair.

How Jongdae had thought of it, he didn’t want to know. Right then, he only wanted to come, and he was getting to the point where he didn’t care how it happened.

Jongdae was still fully clothed as they reached the bedroom, Joonmyun leaning against him to walk on his—yet again—weak legs. Each step felt like he was stepping in jello and when he finally reached the bed, he sat down, not caring that the lube leaking out his ass was probably staining the comforter.

He watched as Jongdae fished the bottle of lube out his pocket and walk towards him, slow and deliberate, taking in his disheveled appearance. “I bet you’re wondering what the last part is,” Joonmyun answered that he did and Jongdae smiled again, starting to take off his clothes.

All lean and taut muscle, Jongdae looked gorgeous as each piece came off, revealing the little details Joonmyun loved about his body. On a whim, he’d gotten one of his nipples pierced, so the shiny barbell stood out on his pale skin when his shirt had come off.

By the time he got to his pants, Joonmyun had grown impatient and was too conscious of his own erection as well as Jongdae’s that bobbed heavily when he slipped off his underwear.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. I’ve been feeling a bit empty lately, and I’ve had temporary fixes lately,” Jongdae sighed, kicking his clothes to the side and turning around to bend over and show Joonmyun the silver buttplug in between his ass cheeks.

“All through dinner?” Joonmyun finally got out once Jongdae had turned around. He nodded and walked towards the bed, climbing on it and lying on his stomach.

“Fuck me into this mattress Joonmyun,” Jongdae’s voice was muffled in some blanket, but Joonmyun didn’t need to be told twice.

Like the spoiled brat Joonmyun allowed Jongdae to be, Joonmyun obeyed and climbed between his legs, lifting up his hips, so Jongdae was on his knees. He wasn’t in the mood to tease, so he gripped the base of the plug and pulled it out, watching as Jongdae’s hole gaped and clenched in its absence.

He took the lube from Jongdae and gave himself a stroke before he pushed inside, revealing at how Jongdae was both stretched yet still so tight around him.

“Mhmm, that’s so good, better than that pink thing.” So that’s where the pink dildo had come from. Joonmyun was familiar with everything in his own collection, so once he’d seen it, he knew it wasn’t one of his.

“When you bought it, what were you thinking?” Joonmyun asked, genuinely curious.

“You, of course. It was the closest I could get to your dick. Nothing like the real thing th-though,” Jongdae stumbled on his words as Joonmyun buried himself, his pelvis against Jongdae’s ass.

Rather than the snarky or degrading words Jongdae usually spouted, he only had moans and whimpers. Joonmyun knew he’d hit Jongdae’s spot when he arched his back and pushed his hips back against his thrusts.

“I had other plans for the night h-h-honestly,” Jongdae explained, his body shaking as Joonmyun sped up and their bodies met with filthy slapping sounds. “I really wanted to see hyung so needy and pr-pretty on my dick, but wah-watching you in that mirror r-real-really got to me. The plug was only fo-for fun.”

As Jongdae finished speaking, Joonmyun felt the orgasm that he’d lost in front of the mirror come back to him tenfold, and he quickened his pace, slamming into Jongdae. He could tell that Jongdae was stroking himself in time, the slick sound of his hand moving added to sounds of Joonmyun’s balls hitting Jongdae’s ass and the bed squeaking.

After a few dozen thrusts, Joonmyun came, buried deep inside of Jongdae and Jongdae came into the pillow beneath him, as well as his fist.

Jongdae was the first to move, and he pushed back against Joonmyun, shivering from the feeling of loss when he moved away.

“I hope you enjoyed your Halloween,” Joonmyun said, lying beside Jongdae.

The younger man rolled over and glanced at the clock, which read 10:30.

“Who said I’m done?” Jongdae asked as he sat up to stare at Joonmyun, his expression telling Joonmyun that he probably needed to call his secretary and ask call in sick for tomorrow.

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LOOK AT THAT YOU GUYS, I FINALLY MADE IT, I GOT ON MY LAPTOP AND AM NOW WRITING YOU ALL THIS INTRODUCTION!! No, I’m not excited at all, nope. I’m Daisy and I’m from the GMT Timezone, which is shitty for roleplaying but we all have to live with our burdens, right? I’m 19 and prefer she/her pronouns, I’m also generally a friendly and nice person... I rarely ever bite anybody. But now to the baby I’ve brought here: 

did i just see (LILI REINHART) walking down sixth street ?! oh, wait, it’s just (OPHELIA BENSON), the (TWENTYTWO) year old (FEMALE) (RADIO HOST) who has a reputation for being (AMBITIOUS and HUMOROUS) but (BOSSY and ARROGANT). let’s hope (SHE) prepared to take on the wild ride that is austin, texas. 

So well she is going to be either your favourite radio host or the one you hate the most. Mostly she does advice, a little gossip, a few interviews and music. So all that is good. While my gurl is only 22 she is rather... well let’s say opinionated. I like to think that people either love her or hate her with a passion. While she is funny and quick-witted she can come off as terribly arrogant and she likes to tell people exactly what to do. Maybe a few insights to her bio will offer and explanation for that? See for yourself! (am I not the queen of subtlety?? )

Ophelia’s     family is filthy rich, she and her big brother always had everything they     could dream off. But while her brother used to be her mothers favorite Ophelia never really got the attention of either of her parents. 

While she likes to act as if she doesn’t care about that at all, she does... a lot. 

In school she was always one of the popular girls but it was no secret she had practically no real friends. She continuously pushed people away, acting as if she didn’t want/need any. 

While she was also known to a bitch people couldn’t deny she had a talent for debating as well as certain comedic things, even those who didn’t like her thought she was at least somewhat smart and funny. 

After school she went to business school for a year, being pressured into it by her dad, while she started jobbing in a local radio station, more out of interest than money problems. 

She had her own late night show, giving advice to people in the middle of the night. Somebody from a bigger independent station listened and thought her to be that interesting that they offered her a job to do basically the same there and well she did. Now she is rather well known, her advice often harsh, humorous and honest. 

She quit college quickly after, deciding that if she should ever grow tired of hosting her show she could still go back to studying something else. 

God idk I hope I mentioned everything. If there is anything unclear pls ask and otherwise I guess pls like this or hmu if you wanna plot!! <3 I wanna get this babe started! 

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gold digger (an aaron ramsey imagine)

Summary: they ain’t saying she a gold digger…oh wait- they definitely are

It was like a Pandora’s box.

Everyone told you that reading his Instagram comments section was a seriously bad idea. His teammates’ girlfriends were quick to shoot you wary looks and raised eyebrows and rattle off horror stories, and even he had once told you it probably wouldn’t be the best idea.

(“Don’t want you getting those kind of ideas in your head, babe. It’ll just make you feel bad about yourself.” Aaron had informed you with a self-assured nod, and you’d hummed a short ‘sure’ in response.)

Plus, Calum’s girlfriend had once warned you, with wide eyes and a shudder, of that one time a fan followed her private Instagram under a fake name to share her photos and commented that she was a ‘filthy slag’ on all her posts. “Yep. All 128.”

That didn’t stop you from scrolling through his timeline to find the photo of the two of you he had posted the past weekend. It was a mirror selfie and you were trying (and subsequently failing), in fits of laughter, to give him a piggy back. You had thought it was a cute photo. A photo that showed you weren’t some unattainable-hot-leggy-model-stereotypical-WAG on a red carpet but a normal 25-year-old woman who wore Disney pyjamas like the rest of the world and didn’t care too much about how she appeared on the internet.

But the comments section below seems to disagree.

‘Can’t help but think she’s just a bit of a gold digger. Am I the only one?’

‘All she seems to do is take photos with him and leech off his money. My left arse cheek would do a better job as girlfriend.’

‘Does she even have a job?’

And you wish you could respond to the last one with a firm, obstinate, in-your-face-fuck-you-actually ‘no’ but then you remember that you spend 5 days a week sitting at a cramped desk opposite a middle-aged man who looks at you far too often for your liking and picks his nose at his desk, and you have to face the wrath of the London underground at rush hour twice a day, and refrain from commenting back.

You hear the door open and promptly shut, and see Aaron sling his bag to the floor and come over to where you’re sitting on the sofa. He’s home from training and wearing grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips, and an Arsenal sweater that’s potentially crossing the line into too tight territory. You smile at the sight of him walking over and feel yourself breathe out in bliss when you remember that his man, this gorgeous man who knows you like the back of his hand and you’re pretty sure would jump off a bridge if you asked, is all yours.

(And the thought kind of makes you want to kick yourself, but you realise that the sight of him at this precise moment in time would probably turn any sane, moral woman into a gold digger.)

“Hi, my love.” He approaches you, smiling lopsidedly and leaning down to kiss your cheek. You lock your phone and throw it across the sofa swiftly and then lean up to kiss him back. “What are you doing, babe?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “That wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“Nothing, nothing,” You squeak. “How was your day?”

“Were you watching porn?” He asks incredulously.

“How is that the first conclusion you jump to, you silly twat?”

“It’s what I’d be doing.”

“Because you’re still a 12-year-old boy at heart.”

“Come on, you’re the one acting suspicious.” He pouts and threads his fingers with yours. “What are you doooooing?”

“Just reading. Stuff.”

“Reading what?” He presses. “Aaron Ramsey fanfiction?”

“Jesus Christ, are you always this annoying?”

“You’re the one who’s been with me for the past three years.” He reasons, which elicits a snort from you. Then he gasps, and looks at you in mock horror, “You must have bad taste. Unless- God forbid- you’re only with me for my money?”

It strikes a nerve and it’s as if he can read your mind, and instead of laughing in response, or firing back with another remark, you groan and cover your face with your hands. “Apparently, yes.” You mumble against your hands, and it comes out muffled and quiet.

“What?”

“Apparently, I’m only with you for your money.”

“According to who?”

“Um, 90% of your fans?”

“You know I don’t care about what other people say.” He insists. “If I listened to all the comments on my Instagram I would have retired about 3 years ago, because I apparently have the pace of a slow horse and can’t pass to save my life.”

“I know that, but- but…” You trail off, unable to properly quantify how you feel.

You weren’t even sure if you knew you felt, to be frank. On one hand, you didn’t care about what people on the internet were saying (as he had reasoned, “they didn’t know the real you”) but at the same time the thought of so many people thinking badly of you kind of made you want to cuddle up in bed with Gossip Girl and never leave your room again.

(You had always prided yourself on having a thick skin. But there was something about so many people believing such abhorrent lies and crafting this false image of you that was wearing away at your self-esteem and questioning how strong you thought you were in the first place.)

“Talk to me.” He says softly.

“I know they’re all just chatting shit, but…”

He presses a delicate kiss to your cheek and says softly, interrupting you, “But it doesn’t matter at all. I know you’re not really with me for my money, because if that’s all you were truly interested in you’d try it on with Mesut or Alexis, not me.”

It forces a smile and you suppress a laugh. Aaron continues, “Please don’t listen to what these people are saying. They don’t understand our relationship, and I know it sucks to read what they say but at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter.” He murmurs against your cheek, pressing his lips against your skin to punctuate each sentence. “Let them think what they want. Let them think that you’re a ruthless gold digger and that I’m stupid for believing you. Let them think that we’re superficial and boring and arrogant. The important things are that they’re not true and I don’t care.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh. “It’s just annoying that people are so quick to jump to conclusions and assume shit that isn’t true.”

“It’s not worth your time.” He smiles sympathetically and you exhale. “I know what you need.”

“If you say sex, I’m going to slap you, Aaron.”

“I was going to say Chinese takeaway.”

“That would be nice, too.”

“And a dance party in the kitchen.” He smiles at you smugly and he’s so confident and charming and able to make you smile regardless of how shitty you feel.

(And he’s in overwhelming agreement with you that kitchen dance parties are the perfect cure for everything.)

He pulls you to your feet and leads you by hand to your kitchen, his fingers skating over your knuckles and his face fixed with a smile. Aaron walks to plug his phone into the speakers, tapping the screen and walking up behind you again to wrap his arms around your waist. You feel him kiss your shoulder and his stubble graze your cheek and feel yourself relax instantly, the tension leaving your neck, as the speakers begin to blare ‘Gold Digger’ by Kanye West. 

“God I want to DIE.” You groan, and he laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “You’re not funny.”

“Can’t help it you’re a massive gold digger.” He murmurs, peppering your neck with light, delicate kisses. “And that I’m possibly the funniest man to ever come out of Wales.”

“Shut up.” You moan.

“Evidently you must be with me for the money, then. Have I hit a nerve?” You feel his teeth nip at your skin and your cheeks flush as your head lolls back in pleasure.

“Clearly just with you for the sex.” You smirk. “And-“

“And?” He effortlessly spins you around and grips one hand at your waist and the other on your bum.

He leans in and ghosts his lips over yours. He’s so close that you can see every pore and every eyelash and feel his breath over your lips, so close that you can feel his chest heaving against yours. “And even that’s subpar at best.” You whisper teasingly.

His eyes had closed just before your lips had met, expecting a sultry comment and an excuse to take you in his arms, but your sarcastic quip catches him off-guard. “What?”

“You heard me.” You sing-song.

“I hate you.” His arms wrap around your middle. “But you do have an ass like Serena.”

“Oh Kanye.” You sigh with a smile that he’s eager to return.

“My Kim.”

“I’m definitely more of a Kourtney.”

“Kim’s the one that got famous from sucking a celebrity’s dick though, so we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

“You are awful.”

“And you’re a gold digger. I guess we’re all unearthing new things today.”

“You learn something new every day.” 

And the way he’s looking at you, as if you hung the moon, eases all your stress and makes it all kind of worth it. They could call you a gold digger all they wanted because in the end, they’d at least got one thing right.

You’d definitely hit the jackpot.

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A.N.: long time no post ........ finally wrote something for aaron ramsey!!!! not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but I hope you all liked it nevertheless!!!! also I played with the narrative/perspective that I write with and went with a ‘you’ rather than a ‘she’ (if that makes sense) so let me know what you think/if its worse than before/if I should play around with it and carry on using it etc.!!

songs I listened to when writing this and are kind of relevant:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gb0zSG0kwZ8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY (obviously)

send in requests pls and come and say hi!!!! xxxxx <3