#stupidly pretty and flirty and a tease

[mayasaurusss]

could we pretty please get something about being in a flirty rivalry with Shauna shipman? thanks if you do :3

That's kinky, Shipman

Contains: afab Shauna, afab reader, angry sex, use of swear words, enemies to more. A/N: after I saw the end of episode two, I just couldn't let this ask sit in my inbox any longer😂, Enjoy, Shauna simps!

You don't like Shauna Shipman. You never liked her, not once since you met her. There was something dark about her, something that scared you, but you couldn't place your finger on it.

It certainly didn't help when she started to nitpick you for being a newbie in the team.

"You have to get the ball in the net, okay? In the net" she told you with those dark eyes of her burning holes in your head. You tried and tried, but no matter what you did, it was never enough for Shauna.

It wasn't long enough that you started to reciprocate her behavior.

Did she miss a goal or fell on her ass during practice? Oh you would for sure let her know.

At every chance you get, you'll tease the shit out of her, watching as her eyes become dangerously dark.

It's the same routine today. Monday afternoon, the sky is dark, the rain cold, but you still commit your mind and body to the bit.

You are on the opposite team, facing Lottie, Natalie, Taissa and Shauna. A loud whistle marks the beginning of the game, giving everyone the sign to start.

You're up first, face to face with Shauna.

She passess the ball to Mari, but she fails and lets it slip right into your grasp, earning exasperated insults from her teammates. You kick the ball with your right foot, trying to send it to Laura Lee, but it's swiftly stolen by the brunette, who now aims for the net. Just as she's about to score a goal, she slips in the mud, falling face first into it and losing the opportunity to score one point for her team. You, who ran after her, stop right at her feet, already savouring the words in your mouth.

"You're supposed to get the ball in the net, okay? In the net" and oh it feels so good to say that. But Shauna has a different opinion.

"You- fucker!" she's about to raise her fist and land it square on your face, but before she can do that, she's stopped by Taissa.

Now it's Gen's turn. She runs across the field, dodging the others, until she passes the ball to you. Fate wanted you to suffer Shauna's own fate. Just as you are about to score, you're yanked backwards by the back of your shirt, its edge pressing terribly hard on your neck and exposing your lower back to the cold winter's air, then, to the wet grass below.

Shauna, that little bitch, is the culprit, smiling that fucking stupidly cruel smile of her as you writhe under her weight. She decided to sit directly on top of your hips, flashing her victory right on your face.

You couldn't stand her. But if that's the case, why everytime she stalks you during a game, falls on top of you and gives you that shit eating grin of hers, your heart skips a beat?

"What the fuck is your problem?!" you scream at her, watching as her face turns into a snarl. Did she really expect you to thank her for almost making you break your spine?

"You are the one who fucking fell on top of me first!" it's not long that you two both scream at each other that Coach Scott comes, sending you on the sidelines until the game's over, forcing you to do five laps around the entire field.

You stop when six pm hits, standing in the locker room wet and cold like a stray puppy.

You try so hard not to give that crazy bitch next you any kind of attention, but she beats you to it.

"You are so full of shit" she says, evidently not able to stop her mouth from spewing hate at you.

"Excuse me? You are the one who started it!" a vein pops in your head, ready to pump blood in your heart and making you aggressive.

"Yeah, because you fucking suck at soccer. Have you ever thought of doing something more your league? Like, I don't know, cheerleading? You'd be good at that"; Shauna doesn't grasp how that sounds until the last word spills from her lips.

"Why, because I'm hot or because you'd like to see me in a skirt?" for a moment, her brain entertains the idea, picturing you in a skimpy cheerleader dress, cheering for her...

What the fuck are you thinking?

"You'd look good..." she never meant for it to slip from her lips, already regretting it as you turn to her with a snarky look on your face. God, she wishes she could erase it, wishes she could force you to your knees and relish in your pain. Or pleasure. She's not really sure.

"What was that?", Shauna makes the effort to not meet your gaze as she speaks, fearing that if she locks her eyes with yours, she won't be able to resist you.

"No, I wouldn't; because all you could ever hope to become in this life is a bimbo. You are as dumb as them. I'm sure you'd like to get fucked like one too".

Fucked like one? That's kinky, Shipman.

"I'd say bimbos deserve more respect: they sure have more of it than you" she shuts close her locker, the force of the impact sending droplets of water everywhere. She stomps over just in time for you to turn, slamming her hand on your throath and sending your head on the locker.

"That's it. I'm fucking tired of you and your bullshit".

"And what are you gonna do about it, Shipman? Trample over me next practice? Fuck me in this locker room?"; oh you so deserved this.

Shauna doesn't even register her lips on yours until she hears your moan. She has you trapped between her and the locker, her hands bruising your hips with the sheer strength behind her touch.

The ghost of her teeth on your lips is harsh, biting and snarling like she's a wolf savouring its delicious prey. She's pressed so tightly against you that breathing proves difficult, your brain barely registering the lack of oxygen until she draws away, wiping a trail of spit with the back of her band, before assaulting your lips again.

She parts your legs with her knee, making space to slip her hand beneath your shorts. You’re wet enough for her to hook her pointer finger over the hood of your clit, but not enough to enter you just yet. Shauna kisses and licks at the neck of your skin, makes out with you like a starved woman, like your lips will be the last ones she will feel on hers. And when her fingers slide between your folds with ease, she pushes them in, gasping at how tightly you're gripping her.

"There it is. Look, you could be good at something, if you were a slut" those dark eyes of hers look into you, her lips curling in a cruel smirk. She's really taking pleasure in hurting you, isn't she?

You don't want to let her words affect you, but you guess you don't know any better.

"Fuck off Shipman" you say between gritted teeth, anger stronger than pleasure is. But when she straightens her fingers inside, touching a spot that makes you see stars, you gasp loudly, earning a sick laugh from your rival.

You don't last long, pleasure taking a hold of your brain. White flashes beneath your eyelids, so close to the edge that you can practically feel it. But you're moving too much for Shauna's liking: she presses against you by the height of her crotch, effectively trapping you more into her space. You come under her touches, finally losing yourself in pleasure, staining your and her jersey probably forever.

You are far too tired, limbs so weak that you slide right down on the ground.

Just when you think she's gonna be soft, that she will hold you and ask you if you are okay, Shauna walks towards the locker room's exit, a barely disguised warm gaze in her eyes. "Clean yourself up" she says, leaving you alone.

It's still raining when Shauna sits at the bus stop. She kicks away pebbles with her foot, replaying what she did to you tonight over and over again. Almost instinctively, she looks at the hand that made you ride your high, only to find faint traces of you on them.

The blush that spreads through her face could rival the reddest of tomatoes, and she quickly fishes for a napkin and the remnants of water in her bottle, cleaning herself at the best she could.

Shit. That was... Wow.

If Shauna really hates you, then why does she wants to see that fucked out look on your face again? And why does her heart skip a beat thinking about you?

Ah!

"Fuck".

[jlheon]

𝓑𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 ୨୧ 𝐋𝐇𝐒

(𝓹airing) — lhs x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓸ne-sided enemies to lovers ; fluff & kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand one-hundred thirty 𝓹eng's note. flirty hee i collapsed! can’t tell if this is e2l but we ball! 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. you give heeseung detention once again for his habit of loudly chewing gum

every time you write up lee heeseung for detention you lose a year off your lifespan.

“detention,” you roll your eyes as you slip the bright red piece of paper to the boy sitting at his desk on his phone.

“again!” heeseung sarcastically cries, taking one glance at the slip and pushing it back to you. “will you be the one supervising?”

“unfortunately,” you sigh, shoving the paper more aggressively at him, hoping it’s more effective. “you better show up this time.”

“last time it was your annoying vice president watching over,” he replies. “if you’re there i’ll be there too princess,” heeseung winks.

you think it’s unfortunate how lee heeseung has one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever laid eyes on.

he obnoxiously chews gum during class even though it is strictly against school policy with that stupidly pretty smirk adorning his even prettier face.

girls left and right whining over the fact he never looks their way makes your blood boil for an ‘unknown’ reason. you pass it off as being annoyed that they even like the boy despite his actions, but maybe you feel bitter about the fact the only time lee heeseung looks your way is to blow a bubble of gum in your face to piss you off.

at the end of the week, lee heeseung managed to garner three detention slips.

meaning you’ll have to spend three hours on friday alone with him in a classroom making sure he does absolutely nothing.

detention was one of your least favorite things about being student council president.

yes, you are so grateful to be in such a high position in student government but sometimes giving up your friday afternoons to supervise your troubled peers is a bit tiresome.

today, it’s your week, and to your luck, the only person listed for detention on your clipboard when you walk into the vacant classroom is none other than lee heeseung.

“there’s my favorite girl!” heeseung struts into the room with his freakishly empty backpack and headphones hanging loosely around his neck. it amazes you every year how he moves up each grade despite never having any supplies nor assignments on him. “i was going to skip but then i saw your pretty pink skirt from the hallway.”

“sit down lee,” you say sternly, sitting down at the teacher’s desk.

“anything for you angel,” heeseung smirks as he takes the chair from the nearest desk and places it next to yours.

“at a desk,” you scoot your chair as far as possible until it collides with the wall.

“come on baby,” heeseung whines. “it’s just me and you.”

“it’s protocol,” you try again, hoping to get your point across.

“loosen up a little princess,” he says while moving his chair closer to yours as much as possible, the proximity making your cheeks heat up an embarrassing amount.

“i’m doing my job heeseung,” you frown, crossing your arms. he thinks you're adorable.

“you’re doing good just sitting and looking so pretty,” heeseung teases. “were you thinking about seeing me in detention while getting dressed today?”

“shut up,” you huff, facing your body toward the wall while unlocking your phone.

in your peripheral vision, you see him putting his headphones on and grabbing his phone from his pocket. you’re already letting him sit next to you so you must reinforce the strict no-phone policy for your pride and to cancel out your wrongdoings.

“give me those,” you say as you remove his headphones and snatch his phone.

“you’re so strict,” heeseung rolls his eyes, slouching in his chair, and accepting the boredom about to take over him for the next three hours.

unless…

“why do you always write me up?” he breaks the silence.

you ignore him.

“other people chew gum all the time,” heeseung tries again. “so why is it a problem when i do it?”

“maybe because you chew so loud,” you finally reply, back still facing him. 

your answer does not satisfy him. he decides to push your buttons more and pulls out an empty gum wrapper from the pocket of his jeans and starts loudly fiddling with it. hoping to simulate him putting a piece of gum in his mouth.

your ears are quick to pick up the familiar sound and you turn around in your chair.

“are you seriously having gum right now?” you ask annoyed, facing him completely. “i’m going to write you up again!”

“i’m not,” heeseung smiles teasingly.

“you’re a shit liar,” you say as you move to stand up.

“why don’t you come here and check for yourself,” heeseung pats his lap.

“i’m not sitting on your-” is all you manage to get out before he pulls you to rest on top of him.

“see,” heeseung opens his mouth, letting you see the emptiness with your own eyes.

after, you can’t help but stare at his lips after his mouth is shut again. your stares are obvious but you are somehow lost in a trance.

his arm wraps around your waist, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly brushing your bare skin that your shirt doesn’t cover.

heeseung brings his free hand behind your head and slowly brings your face towards his as he leans in impossibly close.

“i’m going to kiss you,” he whispers, looking for any signs of discomfort from your end.

you stare at him like a deer in headlights once you finally break out of your trance. taking a second to register his words before shyly nodding your head.

heeseung’s lips finally touch yours and he thinks detention with you has never been more worth it.

the softness of your lip gloss-coated lips against his slightly chapped ones is addicting for him.

when you push against his shoulder for air you can’t help the flustered expression that washed across your face. his lips now adorn a pinkish hue from your lip combo, the shades of your lips now matching.

embarrassed by how easily you gave in, you lean down to bury your head in the crook of his neck, making him let out a chuckle.

“let me take you out on a date?” heeseung asks confidently, hands rubbing your sides softly.

“please,” you say quietly into his neck, still in disbelief about the kiss.

“how much longer do we have left?”

you reach for your phone and see that only thirty minutes has passed since heeseung arrived. you’re not sure whether to be thrilled to have more time with him or sad that you still have two and a half hours to kill.

“two and a half hours,” you tell heeseung, setting your phone aside again.

“great,” heeseung grins.

“great?” you ask confused, he between the both of you should be the one wanting to get the hell out of here more.

“i have two and a half more hours to kiss you.”

[s4svnn]

Effortlessly pretty - Out of bounds drabbles

Summary: Your boyfriend always looked effortlessly pretty—but tonight, he was something else entirely. With his fluffy hair, glasses perched perfectly on his nose, and tattoos on full display, resisting him was impossible. What started as harmless teasing quickly turned into soft touches, flirtatious banter, and a reminder that no matter how good he looked, he was always yours.

Pairing: F1 racer Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, lovers

Content tags: Soft!Jungkook, Whipped reader, Playful Banter, Established Relationship, Boyfriend!Jungkook, Teasing & Flirting, Tattooed Jungkook, Glasses Jungkook, Physical Affection, Hair Touching, Forehead Touching, Lap Sitting, Whispered Confessions, Gentle Touches, Soft Kisses, Domestic Bliss, Smug Jungkook, Weak for Each Other, Cute & Flirty as Hell, Boyfriend Privileges

Word count: 807

The moment I stepped into the living room, I nearly lost my footing.

Jungkook was lounging on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him, one arm draped casually over the backrest. His phone rested in his other hand, but he wasn’t paying attention to it. No, he was too busy looking ridiculously good—and I was too busy staring.

His dark, fluffy hair fell just past his ears, curling at the ends in soft waves that I ached to run my fingers through. A stray strand had fallen across his forehead, giving him an almost effortlessly messy look, like he had just rolled out of bed looking this stupidly attractive.

And the glasses. God, the glasses.

The thin frames sat perfectly on his nose, making his already unfairly pretty eyes look even bigger. They gave him an air of intelligence, but paired with his tousled hair and the way he was sprawled out in that chair, they also made him look utterly, devastatingly hot.

Then, of course, there was the tank top.

The white fabric clung to his torso in all the right ways, dipping low enough to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbones. His arms—his perfectly sculpted, tattoo-covered arms—were on full display, the intricate ink winding down his skin like something straight out of a fever dream. The way his biceps flexed ever so slightly as he adjusted his grip on his phone? Yeah, that was just cruel.

I was not okay.

Jungkook must have noticed my blatant staring because his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he set his phone down. “Like what you see, baby?”

I snapped out of my daze, my face heating instantly. “Shut up.”

His smirk widened. “That’s not a no.”

I groaned, crossing my arms as I tried to collect myself. “You—” I gestured vaguely at him. “You know what you’re doing.”

Jungkook stretched his arms out lazily, his muscles shifting in a way that only made my situation worse. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I scoffed. “Don’t play innocent. You’re literally sitting there looking like…that.”

He chuckled, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “Like what?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Like you crawled straight out of my fantasies.”

Jungkook let out a low whistle, his grin absolutely feral now. “Damn, baby. Didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

I rolled my eyes, even as my stomach flipped. “You’re so annoying.”

He patted his lap. “C’mere, then. If I’m so annoying, let’s talk about it up close.”

I hesitated for half a second before giving in—because let’s be real, I wanted to be up close. The moment I settled into his lap, his arms wrapped around me instantly, his hands resting low on my waist. He tilted his head up at me, his gaze full of mischief.

“So,” he murmured, his fingers slipping under my shirt to trace slow, lazy circles against my skin. “You think I look good tonight?”

I bit my lip, determined not to inflate his ego any further. “You always look good.”

He hummed, clearly pleased, before leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “But tonight?” Another kiss, this time just beneath my ear. “You really like how I look tonight, don’t you?”

I exhaled sharply, my hands instinctively finding their way into his hair. “Shut up.”

Jungkook chuckled against my skin, his lips moving to my neck, feather-light but enough to make my whole body heat up. “Nah, I think I wanna hear you say it.”

I tugged at his hair in retaliation, earning a soft groan from him. “You know you look good. You don’t need me to say it.”

His fingers dug into my waist slightly, his voice lower now. “I still wanna hear it.”

I rolled my eyes but finally gave in. “Fine. You look hot. Happy?”

Jungkook grinned like he had just won the lottery. “Very.”

I sighed dramatically. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Only because my girlfriend looks at me like she wants to devour me.”

I gasped, smacking his shoulder. “Jungkook—”

He laughed, clearly enjoying himself, before pulling me in even closer. “I love it, though,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine teasingly. “Makes me wanna keep looking even better for you.”

I softened, my fingers threading through his fluffy hair. “You don’t have to do anything. You always look good to me.”

Jungkook’s playful expression melted into something softer, something more tender. His arms tightened around me, and he leaned in to press a slow, lingering kiss against my lips—one that left me breathless.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only person I wanna look good for, anyway.”

And just like that, I was completely done for.

[mariistic]

mari smut? preferably top mari.. istg there's NO mari fics where's the love for my girl at 💔💔

JEALOUSY

no crash!mari ibarra × fem!reader

synopsis: Mari’s jealousy lingers in every touch, every kiss—she takes her time, claiming you, making sure you remember exactly who you belong to. And it's certainly not to that random bitch you're flirting with.

warnings: I so definitely agree, smut, fingering, slight use of dirty talk, marking kink comes back, possessive!mari, jealous!mari.

The party was loud, packed, and buzzing with energy—just like every party Lottie threw. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, weed, and sweat, the music pulsing through the walls of the house. You weren’t sure how you ended up here, but you knew one thing: Mari was watching you.

She had been all fucking night.

You felt the weight of her stare from across the room, heavy and dark, but you kept pushing it, kept playing your little game. The girl you were talking to was pretty—flirty, leaning in close, laughing a little too much at your jokes. You weren’t even really into her, not like that, but you knew Mari was watching. And you wanted to see just how far you could take it.

Big mistake.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you away from your conversation before you could even process what was happening. You barely had time to glance over your shoulder before Mari was pulling you down the hall, her grip tight, her nails digging into your skin just enough to make you shiver.

“Mari—”

“Shut up,” she snapped, shoving open the nearest bedroom door and pushing you inside. The door clicked shut behind her, locking you in together, alone, away from the noise and the crowd and the girl you had so stupidly been flirting with.

Mari’s eyes were dark, blazing with something possessive, something dangerous. She had that look—the one that sent a thrill down your spine, the one that told you she wasn’t playing games anymore.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” she murmured, stepping closer, crowding you against the door. Her voice was low, edged with something sharp, but her hands were already on you, gripping your waist, fingers digging into your hips. “Flirting with some random bitch like I wouldn’t notice.”

Your breath hitched as her lips ghosted over your jaw, barely touching, teasing. “Maybe I wanted you to notice,” you whispered, testing her, pushing just a little more.

Mari didn’t take the bait. Instead, she smirked, dragging her nails down your sides, slow and deliberate, making you shudder beneath her touch. “Oh, I noticed,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower, sending heat pooling low in your stomach. “And now I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

She didn’t wait for a response. Her mouth was on yours in an instant, hot and demanding, her tongue slipping past your lips as she pressed you harder against the door. Her hands were everywhere—gripping, claiming, pulling at your clothes with a rough impatience that made your head spin.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered, her voice breathless, wrecked.

You obeyed, barely making it before she was on top of you, straddling your hips, pinning you down. Her hands slid under your top, pushing it up, exposing more and more skin until it was off and tossed to the floor. She kissed down your neck, biting, sucking, marking as she went. Each bruise was a brand, a silent message: Mine.

Her hands moved lower, undoing your jeans with practised ease, yanking them down along with your underwear, leaving you bare beneath her. The way she looked at you—hungry, possessive, like she wanted to devour you—made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she murmured, dragging her nails up the inside of your thigh, teasing, making you squirm beneath her. “I want you to remember this.”

She didn’t hold back. Mari loved control, loved making you fall apart beneath her, and she had no intention of letting you off easy. Her fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing, drawing slow, deliberate circles that made you gasp. She was patient, watching your body react to her every move, drinking in every whimper and moan as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss just above your collarbone, her teeth grazing your skin. “So fucking desperate.”

You arched into her touch, barely able to form a response as her fingers finally slid inside you, stretching you, filling you. She moved slowly at first, drawing it out, making you feel every inch of her before picking up the pace, thrusting deep and steady, her palm pressing against your clit just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

The sounds you were making—soft, breathy gasps, pleading moans—only spurred her on. Mari loved this, loved the way you fell apart for her, loved knowing she was the only one who could make you feel like this.

Her grip on your hip tightened as she fucked you harder, her name falling from your lips in breathless, needy whimpers. “That’s it,” she muttered, her voice thick with desire. “Let me hear you.”

You could barely hold back, barely think—your body trembling beneath her, heat coiling in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter until you were on the brink of falling apart. Mari knew, she could feel it, the way your body tensed, the way your breathing hitched.

“Come for me,” she commanded, her voice low, rough, possessive.

And you did—shattering beneath her touch, pleasure crashing through you in waves so intense you could barely breathe. Mari didn’t stop, working you through every last aftershock, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until you were spent, boneless beneath her.

She smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back, her fingers still resting against your thigh, possessive, claiming.

“Think you’ll flirt with anyone else tonight?” she asked, tilting her head.

You swallowed hard, still dazed, still trying to steady your breathing. “N-no.”

Mari grinned, trailing a finger over one of the fresh bruises on your neck, admiring her handiwork. “Good.”

She didn’t move, didn’t let go, her eyes still burning into you. “You’re mine,” she murmured, pressing another kiss to your jaw, softer this time. “Don’t forget it.”

As if you ever could.

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 10

Kagekao x Female Reader - Stalking/CNC

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Stalking, consensual non consent, teasing, cunnilingus, blood and gore, depictions of murder, gross pervert man, semi-public, cat and mouse, blood smearing, begging, pleading

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.6k

Wrapping his scarf tightly around his neck, Kagekao scanned the busy roads and overcrowded bartops bustling with all kinds of people. Drunk bastards and flirty couples shoveling their way through streets and stoplights, cars honking and people shouting with excitement. He liked to watch, to examine just how different each one was. The rooftop view was nice though, out of sight from any curious eyes so high up. 

The chilly night air was comfortable, leaning casually on a beam holding up a larger advertisement sign, the bright luminescent colors flashing obnoxiously above him. The demon could’ve stayed there all night, the stout smell of cigarettes and alcohol floating up to his perch and easing his excitement.

But he had a pretty girl to look for.

Every once in a while, when Kagekao grew bored of his usual games and repetitive forms of entertainment, you both would agree on a little cat-and-mouse routine, something to spice up the late nights when he grew restless. You would leave for the night, and Kagekao would follow discreetly, your oblivious mind never knowing when he would decide to swoop in and snatch you up.

You would dress up, harboring some skimpy clothing that revealed just a little too much and grabbed all the wrong attention, flaunting yourself in busy bars and crowded restaurants. Nasty men would circle, wrapping their arms around your waist and asking if you needed a ride home, buying you all kinds of fruity drinks and things you didn’t really like. Kagekao was there to watch it all, hopping from rooftop to rooftop as the breeze ruffled his dark hair, keeping a close watch on his precious woman.

You always promised you wouldn’t be a flirt, unaware that the demon was watching your every move, following along and catching your every sly smile and intentionally roaming hands on their chests or arms. Such a tease, such a minx. And he ate it up, too.

He watched you jump from bar to bar, hanging on to one guy after another. He hung on every step of the way, his excitement growing, waiting for the perfect moment to infiltrate your fun little night. It always ended the same, you just had to decide who.

It was late, far after midnight when you and some unnamed drunk stumbled out of a nasty dive bar, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you leaned into his touch. The demon knew you weren’t unfaithful, far from it- this was all your ploy to get his breathing spiked, claws scraping against the concrete of the building as he watched you both saunter into a dark alleyway. Kagekao could feel his heart thump in his chest, each moment he watched this disgusting man press you against the rough wall, stupidly kissing along your bare neck and tugging at your tiny skirt, it just made his blood boil.

People walked by unknowingly, the darkness of the cramped alley covering any suspicious activity, but he could see it all. Every place his hand touched, every time his lips pressed against yours, every inch his fingers moved closer between your thighs- every action reflected with a sickly sweet smile on your face just to piss him off.

“Well played, angel.” Kagekao stood straight, adjusting his mask, the stark glow of his eyes flickering and sucking in the light around him. Tapping his feet off the edge of the rooftop, the demon gave just another moment of enjoying yourself before he dropped. It wasn’t incredibly high, unsurvivable for a human, but lucky for him landing on the ground was nothing more than a slight sting. 

The loud thump of his arrival in the alley alerted you both, the drunk guy going to town on your neck glancing back, his eyes glazed over from the heavy amount of alcohol. Kagekao stood there, feet away as he smiled, clapping his hands slowly. 

“Kage-” You breathed, pressing your hands on the man’s chest and shoving him off, pressing back against the wall. The guy was stunned, his confidence staggering as he looked the demon up and down, thrown off by his unusual attire. “Hello, pretty girl. Good show, really.”

“Wait a min- You know this guy, hun?” The drunk guy slurred, his use of a nickname nearly cracking Kagekao’s demeanor entirely, his claws aching to get a hold of him. You don’t answer, the man puffing up his chest and crossing his arms, some show of dominance that was futile. “Hey man, finder’s keeper, a’ight? Won’t you jus-” 

You had already turned your head, looking in the opposite direction down the tight alley by the time Kagekao was on top of him, thick claws sinking deep into the meat of his neck. The demon’s eyes were piercing, staring, unblinking as he watched the man sputter and choke on globs of his own blood. “Aww, guess that means I get to keep her then? Ain’t that right, angel?” He chirped up, smiling under his mask at the satisfying pop of the man’s tendons snapping off of his spinal cord. He was gone, half-dead from the impact of his skull hitting the hard concrete ground, but now his eyes were already lulling back. Blood pooled onto Kagekao’s claws, thick globs running down to the ground and staining, the sour smell already thick in the air.

He was so lost in it, glaring with bloodlust intent that he almost missed the sound of you coughing, choking at the sight. Your heels clicked as you tried to shuffle away, pressing tight against the wall like you were trying to disappear into it. Kagekao flexed his claws out of the neck, the poor guy’s body shaking and flinching with the last efforts of life before going limp, a satisfying end.

Focusing his attention on you now, Kagekao’s eyes shone bright, the fiery irises burning a hole in you. Taking several steps back, you held your hands out, shaking your head as slowly as you could to not alert him further. “Kage… Listen, I- You’re not thinking right-” You’re stumbling over your words, looking for the right things to say as your gaze flickers from the demon’s mask to the mangled body feet away. “You’ve never- Oh, God… Kage-”

Maybe he had gone a little too far. The usual routine was to knock the guy out and tease you around a little about being such a flirt before swiping you away for more fun. So what if this one had been a little too cocky for his liking, and a little too touchy… It didn’t matter. Kagekao was itching now, body wracked with so much pent-up energy he had to expend it somehow.

“What? We’re having so much fun and now you don’t wanna play anymore?” He mocked you, taking heavy steps closer and closer, laughing every time you took another inch back. You were cornering yourself, shoving deeper into the dark alleyway like it would be safer. You were shaking your head, skirt riding up your pretty thighs just enough to make him groan. He couldn’t blame the dead guy, you were so easy on the eyes it was hard to even look away.

“Angel. Don’t be runnin’ now…” He chuckled, closing the space between you two as your back connected with the back wall, panic creeping in as his eyes nearly glowed in contrast to the shadows. He snaps forward, a yelp as Kagekao’s claws wrap around your cute face, blood smearing across your skin and snaring into your hair. It felt hard to breathe with his chest pressing against yours, the rumble of his words shaking you as he playfully smeared dark red across your rosy cheeks. “Please, don’t…”

You try to push away, hands clawing and ruffling his clothes with anxious breaths, shaking under his weight. The demon smiles, swiping the blood on his claw across your puffy lips and smiling at how nice it looks. You were whimpering, tears welling in those pretty eyes. Kagekao could feel his cock getting harder by the second.

“Angel, fuck- y’look so gorgeous like this.” He snarls, dipping his claws lower to snag around your throat, tightening his grip just enough to make you gasp. “What- Oh ngh- Fuck-” You’re gasping when he nudges his knee between your thighs, separating them and pushing that skirt up further, your plump ass barely staying hidden. “Gotcha.” Kagekao smiles at the feeling of your clothed cunt drooling, seeping onto his pantleg, excited already. 

“Don’t go acting like this wasn’t your intention. That’s alright, girl, I get it.” Letting off of your face, the demon drops to his knees, dipping his claws between your plush thighs and pushing them apart further. He wastes no time, pushing his hood back and nudging his mask up to his nose, his sour smile sending waves of anxiety through you. 

Snagging his claws under your skirt, he shoves the fabric up, pushing it to your waist. Your panties are next, the damp fabric tinted with your arousal, and quickly being hauled down to your ankles. You settle your weight on the wall behind you, reaching forward to tangle your fingers into his hair, the dark strands being tugged uselessly as he presses forward. 

You can’t see his eyes anymore, mask covering them, but you can see his smile- so sickly sweet as it disappears against your cunt. He licks a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds, your pussy gushing its arousal and soaking your taste onto the muscle. Oh, how Kagekao loved this little game, the pathetic little whimpers leaving your mouth as he teases you, hot tongue going all the way up from your base, just underneath your swollen clit. He doesn’t fuck into your sloppy hole yet, he wants to hear you ask for it. 

You moan out, doubling over as he abuses your clit, “Quit! Kage- not here, not now!” You’re so shy, so ashamed of the way your body reacts to him. You might’ve enjoyed it if every time you glanced up, you weren’t met with the body of the poor bastard you dragged out here. Kagekao wasn’t sane right now, wouldn’t listen to you. It’s so useless when you try to push his head away, shoving at his mask while he sucks heartily on your clit, completely avoiding your sopping entrance. “Stop- please, stop-”

“Keep cryin’, it jus’ makes you wetter…” He drooled, lapping at your throbbing clit as it pulses and jerked, heavy with your panic. You sob, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you push against his head, trying desperately to shut your thighs but he's so much stronger, pushing them even further apart like it’s nothing. “Yeah, jus’ like that.” He groans, tongue rubbing obscene little circles on your poor clit.

You hiccup, face burning at how unreasonable he was being. “Kagekao- I don’ want this- No!”

The full use of his name had him shuttering, wasting not another minute on your feeble clit and shoving his tongue into the warm pool of your entrance, shoveling his way past that tight ring and into the gush of your taste. “Oh, yeah?” He teases, voice muffled around your swelled cunt, so deep that his nose was rubbing tiny, sinful little circles on your poor clit. “Hard to believe when you’re nearly dripping…”

His lips and chin are smeared with your juices, tongue lulling in and out of your cunt, pressing all the right spots. You can’t help that your hips jerk with the feeling, grinding down onto the muscle like you weren’t pleading with him to stop, to just wait a minute-

You’re dragging your pussy so sloppily all over his face, his tongue fucking you with such reckless abandon, like this is the reward you get for participating in his sick little game. “You make me so fuckin’ hard, angel. Y’know that? Little pussy is soo tight-” He slurs against you, nose bumping your clit and dragging a long, agonizing moan from your throat. The demon hopes each oblivious passerby can hear, each one glancing down the alley and getting a full view of you falling apart just from him.

“Maybe I shoulda kept him alive, s’like you wanted me to fuck you right here. To have him watch how I’m gonna fucking ruin this pretty pussy on my cock.” You’re scrambling to grab at his hair, biting into your puffy lips until it hurts, his tongue flicking with intent across your clit. You’re too distraught to even think of a reply, sobbing as you will your eyes not to look up at the body feet away, keeping them trained on only Kagekao’s nasty tongue. “N-no- I didn’t wan-”

“You’re right- Poor bastard… Look at what ya did to him… But look at what I get to do to you…” He claws against your thighs, blood smearing across your skin and glistening an ill reminder. You want to argue, to fight something pointless, something that can’t be changed now. “No, no, no-”

The demon is practically pussydrunk, blatantly teasing you for every sorry excuse for a plea as you ride his tongue, groaning at the lewd smack of his tongue dipping in and out of your puffy folds. He smiles against your lips, smearing your arousal across his lips and licking them obscenely, chuckling into your warmth. You’re so close, gut so heavy and knotted you could cry. Kagekao can feel it, the way you flutter and clench onto his tongue, his lower lip collecting all of your sweet taste with the mess of your juices and saliva. “Kage- quit, I’m gon-”

But he doesn’t let you, sultry tongue stalling just long enough to have you rutting your hips down and physically begging for it. He’s taunting you with that sick smile, tongue smearing long, nauseating stripes between your folds, but refusing to brush your clit. “Tell me.” Murmuring even deeper into your cunt, “C’mon, now, angel. You’ve been asking me to stop all night, go ahead an’ tell me you want it.”

You sob, sniffling as you rut your hips, giving in to whatever restraint you had before. “Kage! Fuck- m-close- So, so close- Please don’t stop!”

Snagging his soiled lips onto your throbbing clit, he’s sucking like his life depends on it, wracking your body with jerk after satisfying jerk. You’re barely managing a strangled moan before you finally cum. All you can do is tighten your hold on his hair as wave after wave of such intense ecstasy hits you. With each flick of his tongue, he jolts you, sending flashes of light behind your eyelids as he crushes your hips down lower. Satisfied, Kagekao lets you have it, smearing your soaked cunt across his devilish tongue as you ride him out, shuddering. 

Finally tugging away, you’re panting, sniffling the last of your tears down your cheeks as Kagekao stands, tugging his mask down so his eyes gleam a hearty white at you. You’re shaking, cunt still wracking with waves of pleasure, knees weak from standing.

You glance at the body behind him, cringing before the demon takes a step in front of your vision, blocking the unsightly view. You stare up at him, whining softly with each panicked breath. 

“You’re so cute when you try to play victim, angel.” He’s cupping the side of your face, free hand easily unbuckling his belt, the cold metal sounds enough to have your cunt pulsing between your tired legs. 

“Now, let’s see just how loud you can get before somebody comes looking…”

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[frickingnerd]

dating hawks / keigo takami

pairing: keigo takami / hawks x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, overprotective & jealous boyfriend!hawks, physical affection (kissing & touching)

hawks has lots of dating experience and it's kind of intimidating to know how much. he has been asked on countless dates already!

you might not want to introduce hawks to your friends, knowing the effect he has on women. they are likely already crushing on him and meeting the flirty bird would just make things worse…

hawks fell in love with you quickly, but didn't admit to himself right away how serious he was about his feelings for you

he’s really direct and can express his feelings well, if he chooses to do so. but teasing and joking around is just so much more fun to him~

he also doesn't blush too easily, but if you manage to catch him off guard, you might get to see your boyfriend get all red and flustered!

hawks is really protective and stupidly reckless. he would get himself killed for you, so you have to try to keep him out of trouble

and hawks is pretty jealous too! he knows what it's like to have a lot of admirers and he doesn't like his partner having those too. he's scared you would be too nice and couldn't reject your admirer, so hawks always sticks around you and tells anyone getting too close to you to back off!

hawks is really clingy, but only if nobody else is around. sure, if others are there he'll still keep an arm around you, but if they are alone he will shower you with kisses!

he also loves getting really sweet present for you or just surprise you with a date! those often include flying across the city to your date destination

[emchante]

Hiiiii!!! I’m sending a request for the now playing fic in your 1000 follower special!! Could you write with she’s thunderstorms by Arctic Monkeys, fluff & smut w/ Franco Colapinto??? If you do I’ll actually love you forever 💋💋

he's thunderstorms | f. colapinto

hello, nonnie! thank you so much for submitting. this is a song i had never heard before, so i had a look into the lyrics and general idea— so i hope this suffices! also, title is intentionally he, i promise it's not a typo<3

franco colapinto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, pretty suggestive, making out mainly, teasing, biting, sexual tension.

you could feel it before he even touched you. the tension in the air, building and swirling, charging the space between you and franco with every passing second. it was like you were a storm about to break, the heat of his gaze igniting the atmosphere around you.

you’d both been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty smiles, lingering touches, but always holding back just enough to keep it from spilling over. but tonight was different. tonight, the storm was inevitable, it wasn’t going to just pass like usual.

“stop playing,” franco murmured, his voice low as he caught your wrist, pulling you into him with a force that made your breath hitch, “i can see right through you.”

your lips twitched into a grin, fluttering your lashes at him to add to your teasing. “can you?”

“yes,” he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear, “you want me, just as badly as i want you.”

you bit your lip, trying to fight off the heat flooding your body. "maybe," you teased in a sing-song voice, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw.

franco's eyes darkened, his grip tightening as his lips crashed onto yours. it wasn’t soft, not the way it had been before. this kiss was raw, filled with hunger and urgency, like he had been waiting for this moment. just like you had. his hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to feel every inch of you at once.

you moaned softly against his mouth, your body reacting to him with a need that was almost desperate. “franco…” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again, hands moving to tug at his shirt.

but he pulled away just enough to look at you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. “patience, ah?” he teased, the storm in his eyes intensifying. “i’m not done with you yet, princesa.”

you couldn’t help the frustrated groan that slipped from your lips, “god you’re insufferable, you know that?” you huffed, eyes not leaving his stupidly handsome face.

“you love it,” he teased, his hand running up your side, fingers brushing against your soft skin, sending shivers through you. his smirk only grew at the visible reaction, fingers repeating their journey up and down.

his lips met your neck then, biting gently, teasingly, and you gasped, arching into him, your hands gripping his shoulders. you were quick to notice his erection pressing against your core, setting your body on fire all over again. “fuck– franco…”

he lifted his head, meeting your eyes with a mixture of dominance and tenderness. “i told you, cariño,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours again. “you’re mine tonight, hm?”

you let out a soft laugh as you attempted to hold yourself together, the sound breathless and caught between desire and amusement, “is that so?”

his hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the hem of your dress. “absolutely,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. his fingers continued to move even lower, moving to cup your ass as he groped it, your hips instinctively bucking against his own at the squeeze.

you didn’t waste a moment. without warning, you pushed him back onto the bed, your body on top of his, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss that was everything—fierce, passionate, and undeniable.

and when you finally pulled back, your breaths heavy and ragged with swollen lips to go along with it, you could feel it—like the calm after the storm. the electricity in the room, the intensity, the rawness of everything that had just happened.

franco’s chest rose and fell beneath you, his hand threading through your hair as he pulled you close. “you think you can handle my storms?” he asked, voice low, his lips brushing against your ear.

you smiled, fingers tracing the lines of his chest, “i’m not scared of a little thunder, you should go the full way next time,” you murmured, leaving a plethora of soft kisses over his face.

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!lyney + implied amab!reader, no pronouns used but reader has a dick, rlly messy and needy, lyney is called a whore twice

i saw this in a vision and just started writing and didn't stop.. it's kinda long.. havent proof read idk if i even want to reread it. a bit crazier than my usual stuff (it's not) + the ending fuckin sucks bc i had no ideas. n e way love u guys and cockwhore lyney

there's something about stupidly needy, stupidly flirty lyney that drives me absolutely crazy.

lyney getting ready for a performance, most of his outfit put together other than his cape that's usually draped around his shoulder still hanging up behind the door. his hair is perfectly done, braid tight and the light pink streaks freshly dyed to accent his outfit colours. his hat is somewhere, but you can't see it from where you're standing by the door.

lyney’s bent over the vanity table, elbows resting on the wood while he holds his eyeliner up to his eyes, drawing a little dark wing on his right eye to match his left. from where you are, you've got a perfect view of how he perfects his makeup through the mirror, how he tilts his head to the side to make sure it's symmetrical to the other side, how he arches his back slightly to get closer to the mirror, how he pushes his ass out and sways his hips when he knows your eyes are raking over his entire body. he's teasing you without words, ever so slightly casting his eyes over to you through the mirror when he presses his chest against the vanity desk and lets out a quiet moan which could be passed off as him stretching but you know from the way the edges of his lips tilt upwards that he's doing it entirely on purpose.

you cross your arms, body weight leaning against the door frame of the wide open door to his dressing room and just watch as he continues to show himself off to you with flirty little smiles and obscenely stupid moans every time he presents his ass out in his stupidly tight shorts. anyone walking past the dressing room could look in and suspect nothing but the magician applying his makeup for his upcoming performance yet there was something so explicit in the way lyney moved his hips in front of you that anyone peeking in would think it was a pornographic display.

lyney squeezes his thighs together when he meets your eyes in the mirror and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in a cheeky grin, going back to still trying to perfect his eyeliner. he doesn't pay any attention to you now, focused on getting his makeup’s angle right and flaunting his pretty body to you to.

so he doesn't notice when you pull yourself off the door, quietly closing it behind you and crossing through the room to where he's entirely bent over the desk. when he sees you through the mirror though, his eyes seem to light up and he immediately pushes his ass back to meet your hips when you stop to stand behind him.

you raise an eyebrow slightly, but your hands drop to his hips, fingers pressing into the material of his clothes and you lean over his back a little, forcing him to stay pressed against the vanity.

“you enjoying yourself?” you ask, voice deep as you push your hips hard against his ass, watching the way lyney struggles to hold the eyeliner against his skin when he moans quietly and immediately sway his hips back to seek the feeling he's been needing.

the magician hums, eyes fluttering closed, pulling his eyeliner away from his face so he doesn't fuck up his makeup as your hands press his hips down against the wood of his desk, moving to kneeding his ass despite the shorts that hardly cover anything anyway. “i am now.” lyney breathlessly says, hand curling into a fist at the friction of his clothes and the desk against his aching cock. you can't help but smirk a little, pressing your lips across his shoulder and whispering a small “yeah?” in his ear that he nods so obediently to.

“you're gonna be late to your performance if you keep this up.” you mumble, moaning under your breath when lyney forces his hips back against you harshly. the magician smiles at you, blinking at you through the mirror even though you're focused on the way he's moving his ass against you so needily.

“not if we're quick.”

it’s your turn to hum now and you grab the eyeliner from his hand - lyney whines in response, eyes glaring at you through the mirror - and put it somewhere on the desk before grabbing lyney's hips and spinning him around. the boy gasps, hands gripping the edge of the vanity for support until you force him to the floor. lyney just accepts it, bracing himself on his knees in front of you, almost hitting his head on the desk from the speed.

your fingers hit the bottom of his chin, tilting his head up to look at you and he does, eyes big and needy, that stupid flirty grin tugging at his lips. “don't wanna ruin your outfit, baby,” you faux pout, fingers dancing across his jaw and cheek before your thumb lands on his bottom lip, “so put your pretty mouth to good use, yeah?”

lyney is almost immediate with his ministrations. his hands go to your belt, tugging at the buckle as you press your fingers against his lips for him to open. he does, parting his lips for you to slip your fingers in and he moans around them, eyes glancing up all pretty with his performance makeup on. he takes your fingers in his mouth so nicely, wetting them for no reason other than to please you until he gets your pants down and his lips around your cock.

he presses desperate kisses along your cock once he's freed it, working his way up to the tip and wrapping his pretty lips around you while his hands curl around the rest. you moan quietly, so badly wanting to grab his hair and force his head down to take all of you but you're wary that he has to be out on stage soon and you can't risk explaining to the hair and makeup department what happened. so you settle with brushing your thumb over his cheek as lyney giggles and whines as he kisses the tip of your cock again.

“such a pretty eager whore today.” you sigh, grabbing lyney's jaw to urge him to take your cock, which he does with ease, lips parting to take you almost fully and you can feel the whimper he let out at the name around your cock. “bet you'd take anyone's cock if they'd walked in on you bent over like that, wouldn't you?”

you're teasing, trying to rile him up fully knowing he's not anything but your baby. it works though, and lyney whines around your cock, the vibrations punching a groan from your throat and he pulls off to glare up at you. “wouldn't.” he says, stroking the length of your cock as his lips press against the underside where he knows you're sensitive. you grin a little, moaning through a smile and lyney drags his tongue up the length of your cock, eyes blinking prettily up at you to flirt despite your cock in his mouth. he looks so perfect like this, on his knees in front of you, makeup glittery and pink, eyes bright and glassy, lips parted around you, so eager to please even though he's on timetable.

he takes you so well, one hand stroking whatever he can't fit in his mouth and the other grabbing your shirt to ground himself. he's being careful though, not showing off and you narrow your eyes a little. your hand finds the back of his head, careful not to mess with his hair and you press him forward to take your cock further. lyney whimpers, both hands grabbing the backs of your thighs and eyes widely looking up at you. he takes it though, letting his lips stretch around the length of your cock until he can't anymore and his pretty violet eyes start to glass over with tears.

“that's it, good boy.” you groan, head falling back slightly at the warmth of his mouth. lyney tries to blink back his tears, not wanting to smudge his eyeliner but he's so needy and your cock is filling his mouth so well that it's making it difficult. you finally let go though, and lyney pulls off of you with a gasp, instantly whining and going to stroke your cock like a good boy. the magician rubs his thighs together, pressing his lips needily over your cock and when you glance back down at him he immediately goes to take you again.

you moan, catching the way the boy is pressing his thighs together so desperate for friction. so you gently part his legs with your foot and lightly press your shoe against his aching cock over his shorts. lyney cries around your cock, immediately bucking against your shoe and fingers curling into the material of your shirt. his eyes fill with tears once again from the pleasure he needed, making sure to eagerly bob his head along your cock as a thank you.

he knew you wouldn't let him cum since he had to be on stage in probably ten minutes from now, but he was grateful nonetheless for some sort of relief. lyney closes his eyes to force back his tears when your shoe presses against the tip of his cock through his shorts, loud moans bleeding from around your cock. you're close now, and you let lyney know with a hand on the back of his head and cursing out.

“f-fuck, gonna cum baby,” you're breathless, eyes dropping to see lyney crack his eyes open to watch you, “as much as i want to see your pretty face covered, can’t today.”

lyney's eyes plead, small whine ripping from his throat with a frown, pulling off to suck the head of your cock and you jolt a little, stomach coiling. “g-god, baby open your mouth.” you grab your cock once lyney rips himself off, obeying and lips parting at your command. he sits like a good boy when you stroke yourself to release, eyes glimmering with need as you cum on his tongue, lips closing around you gently to help you through. you let out a mantra of moans as you come down, letting lyney lick and mouth up your length, making a mess all over your cock, not caring about the cum and saliva dripping from your cock and his pretty lips.

you pull him off of you, thumb going to clean the mess off his face and press into his mouth which lyney just takes with need, moaning around your thumb.

“pretty whore.”

lyney giggles, pressing a kiss against your cock to tease when you drop your thumb from his mouth. if it weren't for the growing noise of people from the hallway outside, you're sure lyney would've skipped his performance to stay on his knees all night for you.

[nameless-jamie]

Perfectly Blended

A Jamie Tartt x reader Short Story

Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem! make-up artist reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scene/language, kissing

A/N: This ff is inspired by the idea/request of @shadowyhologramlady thank you so much! Please give her a follow if you like!

AFC Richmond’s training ground wasn’t exactly the kind of place one expects to see an array of makeup brushes and highlighters laid out like surgical tools. But here she was, Y/N Y/L/N, leaning against a counter in the locker room, organizing her kit while waiting for Keeley to finish her meeting with Rebecca.

It all started rather fast. Y/N certainly didn't expect to get a call from Keeley Jones at midnight six months ago, tipsy off rosé, begging her to help out with AFC Richmond’s media team because “footballers need good skin too, babe. For their interviews and sponsorships.”

Y/N's actual main job was being a freelance makeup artist, working with models, influencers, and even the occasional musician. But suddenly her best friend Keeley hooked her up with this job. Ever since Keeley convinced Rebecca to let her run the club’s marketing, Y/N’d been roped into working part-time (recently more like full-time) at Richmond, mostly for media days and promotional shoots.

So, Y/N's new daily job was standing in the club’s locker room, arranging her makeup kit on the counter, and waiting for the players to get ready for their touch-ups before interviews.

All while Jamie Tartt—actual Premier League star, occasional pain in the ass, and her best friend’s biggest headache—watched her like she was performing some magic trick.

“Oi, what’s all this then?” Jamie said while touching a beauty blender that was laid out on the table.

Y/N glanced up at Jamie, who was dripping with post-training sweat, hair pushed back with his signature headband. He smelled like overpriced cologne and whatever soap they used in the showers, and despite how ridiculous it was, the combination made her brain short-circuit for half a second.

“It’s called makeup, Jamie,” she teased, holding up a brush. “Surely you’ve heard of it.”

“Oh, I know what makeup is. My mum watches Love Island, innit?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he eyed the foundations and powders spread out before them.

"That's... lovely Jamie."

“So, you’re tellin’ me they actually pay you to do this?” Jamie asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

Without looking up again, Y/N sighed. “No, Jamie, I break into the training ground every week just for fun.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Wouldn’t be surprised. Bet you love bein’ around me.”

She finally glanced up, raising a brow. “Yeah, Jamie. I keep doing footballers' makeup so I can powder your pretty little nose all day.”

“See? Knew it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she had known Jamie for a while now. And they've had this flirty tension ever since they met.

You see, they know each other through Keeley. Y/N and Keeley had been inseparable since their early days in the industry—back when Keeley was a model and Y/N was just starting out as a makeup artist. Their friendship had landed Y/N some of her first big gigs, and eventually, when Keeley transitioned into PR, she had this idea and pulled Y/N along for the ride.

That was how she officially ended up working part-time at AFC Richmond, doing touch-ups for media days, promotional shoots, and the occasional interview. And that was also how she ended up crossing paths with Jamie Tartt.

Jamie, who had been Keeley’s ex. Jamie, who had a reputation for being both unbearably cocky and stupidly attractive. Jamie, who flirted with her in a way that was definitely not friendly, despite Keeley’s constant eye-rolls and smirks whenever she caught them talking. "God, just fuck and get it over with." Keeley's words.

There was something about him—something infuriatingly charming, something Y/N refused to acknowledge as attraction, even though she knew deep down that was exactly what it was.

Jamie liked to push.

And she liked pushing right back.

Which was why it was so easy to smirk at him now and say, “Are you just here to annoy me, or did you actually need something?”

Jamie shrugged. “Bit of both.”

She sighed dramatically, turning back to her kit. “Alright, well, unless you need concealer for those eye bags—”

“Oi! I don’t have eye bags.”

She smirked. “—or maybe some setting powder for that sweaty forehead of yours—”

“Not sweaty, I’m glistening.”

“—then I’m busy.”

Jamie chuckled, stepping closer. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was thinkin’… you ever need a model for that little makeup account of yours, I could do it.”

That actually made her pause. “You? Model for me? On my Instagram?”

“Yeah,” Jamie said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “I reckon I’d look dead fit with a bit of contour.”

She snorted. “You already think you look dead fit, Tartt.”

“Yeah, but now imagine it with highlight. Drop dead gorgeous.”

She eyed him suspiciously, trying to gauge whether or not he was joking. But no—he was giving her that smug, lopsided grin, dimples out in full force, because he knew exactly what he was doing.

And the worst part? It was working.

“…Fine,” she relented, pointing a brush at him. “But if I do this, you have to sit still and actually listen to me.”

Jamie pressed a hand to his chest. “Swear on me mum’s life.”

She rolled her eyes but gestured for him to sit.

He dropped into the chair, looking way too pleased with himself as she stood in between his legs and pumped a little foundation onto the back of her hand.

“You better not make me look like a dickhead, love.”

“No promises,” she muttered, dabbing the sponge onto his face.

The second it touched his cheek, Jamie flinched.

“Jesus Christ, that’s cold!”

She snorted. “Oh, suck it up, you get tackled for a living.”

Jamie huffed but let her continue, even as his skin warmed under her touch. His lashes were stupidly long up close, and he kept watching her with that same smug glint in his eye.

“This your favorite part?” Jamie mused.

She didn’t look up. “What, applying foundation?”

“Nah,” he said, smirking. “Touchin’ my face.”

She paused just long enough for his grin to widen.

“Oh my God,” she muttered. “You are so full of yourself.”

Jamie leaned back slightly, still grinning. “Yeah, but you usually love it.”

She ignored him and grabbed a brow gel, brushing up his eyebrows.

“That shit feels weird.”

“Looks good, though.”

Jamie waggled his brows. “Look at you givin' me compliments now. Told you I’d be a good model.”

"I mean you are a handsome man, don't see why you wouldn't be a good model." She mumbled fully concentrated.

"I mean, I personally think you're fuckin' fit—"

"Shhhh." She shushed him by applying some chapstick before he could say something that would make her go fucking feral for him.

Jamie gave her a knowing smirk, making her laugh. “Am I bein' good so far? Behavin'?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, picking up a soft bronzer. “Okay, now let’s give you some definition.”

His smirk deepened. “Thought you said I already had too much definition.”

“Okay, first of all—” You pointed at him with the brush. “You should not be that smug about having cheekbones.”

“Can’t help it, babe. Genetics, innit?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you dusted bronzer along his jaw. “Second of all, if you interrupt me again, I’m putting glitter on you.”

Jamie gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “You wouldn’t.”

You held up a shimmery highlighter. “Try me.”

He eyed it warily before sitting up straighter. “Right, sorry I’ll be good.”

Once she was done, she stepped back to admire her work.

“There. You look ridiculously good, Jamie.”

Nah, you have to realize he looked good before, but now...fuck.

Jamie turned to the mirror, tilting his head like he was properly analyzing himself. “Not bad,” he admitted, rubbing a thumb along his jaw—before she swatted his hand away.

“Do not mess it up, I still need pictures.”

Jamie sighed dramatically. “Right, right. The things I do for the arts.”

She grabbed her phone, snapping a few shots as he posed like a model—one hand under his chin, then a serious smolder, then holding a football like he was starring in some Vogue athlete feature. She couldn’t stop laughing, especially when he gave her the full Zoolander pose.

Eventually, after the last photo, Jamie leaned back in his chair and gave her a look—one that was softer than before, a little more genuine. She was still standing in between his legs admiring the photos she took of him.

“You’re actually really good at this, y’know.”

She blinked, momentarily thrown. “Thanks, Jamie.”

He tilted his head. “How come you don’t do, like… big celebrities and that, anymore?”

She shrugged. “I do, sometimes. But I like working with people I know. Plus, the football stuff is fun and Keeley keeps me busy and well-paid here.”

Jamie hummed, then suddenly said, “Bet you’d be dead fit with a bit of blush.”

She frowned. “I am wearing blush, Jamie.”

He smirked. “Yeah, but I mean, like… if I put it on you. Let me try.”

Before she could respond, Jamie grabbed the blush brush from her kit, twirling it between his fingers.

“C’mon,” he said, tilting his head. “Fair’s fair.”

She crossed her arms. “Do you even know how to use that?”

Jamie shrugged. “How hard can it be?”

She sighed but let him dust the blush across her cheek. His fingers brushed her skin lightly as he blended it in—careful, gentle. The teasing was still there, but the air between them shifted.

Jamie wasn’t just playing around anymore.

She could feel it in the way he was watching her.

The brush faltered, then slowly dropped.

Y/N shook her head, trying not to heat up too much under his gaze. “Well, thanks for letting me use your face.”

“I'd let you use my face anytime,” he said easily while giving her his signature smirk. Neither of them were moving.

Y/N glanced up. “Oh really?” At this point, she was indulging him.

She could still feel the warmth of his fingertips lingering against her skin. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips—quick, instinctive.

Her breath hitched.

Jamie exhaled slowly. “Yeah.”

She wasn’t sure who leaned in first.

Maybe it was him. Maybe it was her.

Maybe it had been a long time coming.

But before she could overthink it, before she could talk herself out of it—Jamie’s lips brushed against hers, sending a spark down her spine.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his training jersey, tugging him closer as he kissed her—soft, but firm, like he’d been waiting for this just as much as she had.

His hand came up to her jaw, the same one that had been holding the brush just moments ago, now tilting her face just right as he deepened the kiss. He tasted faintly of mint gum and something sweet, something him, and it was dizzying how easily she melted into it.

Jamie smirked against her lips. “Told you you’d look good with blush.”

She huffed a laugh. “Shut up.”

And then she kissed him again.

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter eight

chapter eight: unwanted attention

chapter summary: Yunho's library meeting with Mingi turns humiliating when flirty girls target him, triggering confusion over his feelings. Later, Yunho's mother calls, adding pressure

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.7k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: next chapter will be out soon bbys i am already working on it!!

The clock read 2:57 PM, and Yunho was on the verge of a minor breakdown. His heart pounded like it was staging a rebellion, and the closer he got to the library, the worse it got. He adjusted his grip on the strap of his bag for the tenth time, sweat forming on his palms despite the crisp fall air.

It’s just a meeting, he told himself for the hundredth time. A project meeting. People have these all the time.

But then again, most people didn’t have to meet their ridiculously confident, infuriatingly sarcastic, and stupidly attractive roommate for these meetings. Most people didn’t have to face someone who could make them feel small with just a look—or worse, a smirk.

He caught sight of the library doors and paused. What if Mingi was already inside, waiting? Did he look too eager? Too nervous? Yunho exhaled, trying to shake the nerves off. He couldn’t just stand here forever.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the smell of books and faint coffee hitting him immediately. And there he was.

Mingi.

Leaning back in one of the chairs like he had all the time in the world, legs stretched out under the table, and a pen twirling between his fingers. Yunho’s chest tightened at the sight. His roommate looked like he belonged on the cover of some magazine—not sitting in a library for a school project.

Mingi didn’t even notice him walk in at first, too busy staring at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to life. Yunho hesitated, suddenly hyperaware of how stiffly he was walking. Finally, he shuffled over to the table and cleared his throat.

“H-Hey,” he mumbled, sliding into the seat across from Mingi.

Mingi’s eyes flicked over to him, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. “Hey, roommate. You’re on time for once. Miracles do happen.”

Yunho felt his ears heat up immediately. “I... I’m usually on time,” he protested, even though it sounded weak, even to his own ears.

Mingi snorted, clearly unconvinced. “Sure you are.” He leaned forward, sliding a notebook across the table. “Anyway, let’s get this over with. Decadence isn’t gonna analyze itself.”

Yunho nodded, fumbling with his bag to pull out his notes. His hands shook slightly as he flipped to the right page, the edges of the paper crinkling in his grip.

“Decadence,” Mingi said, leaning back again. “Oscar Wilde and his whole ‘live fast, die pretty’ thing. Sounds like a blast.”

Yunho blinked, unsure how to respond. “I think it’s more about moral decay and the pursuit of pleasure,” he said softly, hoping he didn’t sound stupid.

Mingi tilted his head, considering. “Moral decay, huh? Guess that makes sense. But honestly, Wilde seems like the kind of guy who’d throw the best parties.”

Yunho’s brow furrowed. “I—I don’t think that’s what he meant.”

Mingi grinned. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

They went back and forth like that for a few minutes, with Mingi throwing out sarcastic comments while Yunho tried to keep the conversation on track. It wasn’t easy. Every time Yunho thought they were making progress, Mingi would derail the discussion with another offhand remark.

And then, just as Yunho was starting to feel a little more comfortable, two girls appeared.

“Mingi!” one of them called out, her voice annoyingly high-pitched. She was petite with bleached blonde hair tied into pigtails. Her friend, a taller brunette, followed close behind.

Yunho immediately stiffened, his shoulders hunching instinctively.

The blonde leaned on Mingi’s shoulder like she had every right to be there. “We were just talking about you,” she said with a smile that was anything but innocent.

“Good things, I hope,” Mingi replied smoothly, his tone dipping into something low and teasing.

Yunho stared down at his notes, pretending to read them. He could feel his cheeks heating up again. Why did these things always happen around him?

The brunette giggled, brushing her fingers against Mingi’s arm. “Always. So... who’s your friend?”

Before Mingi could answer, the blonde zeroed in on Yunho like a hawk spotting prey. “Oh my gosh, I’ve never seen you before! Are you from another school or something? Mingi you are keeping the prettiest friends only to yourself.”

Yunho opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I—uh—no, I—”

“He’s my roommate,” Mingi interrupted, his tone casual. “He studies here. Real quiet type.”

“Your roommate?” the blonde echoed, her eyes lighting up with interest. “No way! What’s your name?”

Yunho glanced at her, then at Mingi, who was watching the exchange with a look of pure amusement. “Y-Yunho,” he stammered.

“Yunho,” she repeated, rolling the name around like she was testing it out. “So... are you single?”

Yunho froze. His ears felt like they were on fire. “I—uh—”

“Oh, come on,” Mingi cut in, laughing. “You really gotta ask him that? Just look at him. You can tell a woman’s never touched him. Look how red he is.”

Yunho’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and anger. “That’s not—”

“Or what?” Mingi interrupted, his grin widening. “Am I wrong, roomie?”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Mingi, don’t be such a jerk. Don’t judge a book by its cover. The shy ones are always the biggest freaks in bed.”

Yunho’s brain practically shut down. His cheeks burned, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone.

“Trust me,” Mingi said, shaking his head. “I’ve been with enough people to know. Yunho’s as innocent as they come.”

The brunette pouted, leaning closer to Yunho. “Oh, come on, Mingi. Don’t be rude. I bet Yunho could give it to me good aaaaall night long.” She leaned so close that Yunho could feel her breath on his face.

That was it. Yunho shot up from his seat, grabbing his bag. “Excuse me,” he muttered, his voice barely audible, before practically running out of the library.

“Wow,” the blonde said, throwing her hands in the air. “I try to be nice to the nerd type for once, and he does this. God, what’s his deal?”

Mingi laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You scared him off. Better luck next time.”

-----

The walk back to the dorm felt endless, even though Yunho’s legs were moving faster than usual. His cheeks still burned, not from the kind of heat people whispered about when they talked about crushes or flirty encounters, but from pure, unrelenting embarrassment.

The second he got inside, he closed the door a little harder than necessary, his bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily and staring at nothing in particular.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn’t mad at the girl, really. She didn’t know any better—how could she? But the way she leaned in so close, the way her fingers brushed against his arm, the way she said that… thing about him? Yunho’s face heated up again just thinking about it. Not because it had excited him—no, not even close—but because it hadn’t.

His reaction hadn’t been normal. He knew it wasn’t normal.

Any other guy would’ve felt something. That’s just how it was supposed to work, wasn’t it? A pretty girl shows interest, flirts a little, touches your arm, and you feel your stomach flip or your heart race or... something. But not Yunho. All he’d felt was awkward. Uncomfortable. And a little desperate to leave.

And that was wrong, wasn’t it?

Yunho sank onto his bed, dropping his head into his hands. His brain wouldn’t stop racing, wouldn’t stop poking at the memory like a sore tooth.

Why didn’t he feel anything? Why didn’t her touch make his heart skip the way it was supposed to? Sure, she wasn’t the kind of girl he’d normally talk to, but that didn’t matter. She was attractive—objectively attractive. Yunho should’ve felt something. But he hadn’t.

The worst part was, Yunho knew he wasn’t supposed to think about things like this in the first place. His whole life, he’d been told that thoughts like these were dangerous. Sinful, even. Thinking about a girl in that way? It was forbidden.

But wasn’t it also forbidden to feel nothing at all?

Yunho groaned, flopping back onto his bed and staring up at the ceiling. His hands clutched the fabric of his sweater, the soft material bunching under his fingers.

Why don’t I feel anything? he thought. Why don’t I think about girls the way I’m supposed to?

He pressed his palms over his face, trying to block out the thought, but it refused to go away. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, there was something even worse gnawing at the back of his mind. Something he didn’t want to acknowledge, but couldn’t ignore.

The way he felt about Mingi.

Yunho swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

It wasn’t like he wanted to think about Mingi. He didn’t choose to. It just... happened. And that made it even worse.

Mingi, with his sarcastic smirks and his lazy drawl, the way he acted like he was above everything, like nothing mattered to him. Mingi, with his sharp eyes and sharp tongue, always knowing exactly what to say to leave Yunho flustered and off-balance. Mingi, who leaned too close, stood too tall, spoke too softly sometimes, like he was trying to make Yunho’s heart stutter.

It was wrong.

Yunho’s chest ached, his breath coming quicker as the thoughts swirled faster and faster. Thinking about a girl like that was bad enough, but thinking about a boy? A boy who was his roommate?

It was the worst kind of wrong.

Yunho squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would make the thoughts disappear. But it didn’t work. It never worked. Because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he told himself to stop, the thoughts always came back.

He hated it.

Hated the way his heart skipped when Mingi looked at him too long. Hated the way his stomach twisted when Mingi teased him. Hated the way his mind wandered, late at night when he should’ve been praying, to things he couldn’t even say out loud.

And yet...

Yunho’s hands curled into fists, the fabric of his sweater stretching under the pressure.

And yet, he couldn’t make it stop.

He felt like he was stuck in some kind of endless loop, spinning between guilt and confusion and frustration, with no way out. He didn’t understand why Mingi acted the way he did, why he always had to push Yunho’s buttons and make everything so complicated.

But maybe Yunho didn’t understand himself even more.

Yunho hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed. His arm was slung over his eyes, blocking out the pale glow of the dorm room ceiling light. His head was still buzzing, a jumble of thoughts fighting for space, each one more unwelcome than the last.

And then, his phone rang.

He sighed heavily, dragging his arm away to glance at the screen. The name “Mom” blinked at him, bright and insistent. Ignoring it wasn’t an option—not when ignoring her could lead to endless texts or another, more persistent call.

With a reluctant groan, he swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”

“Yunho,” she said, her tone even and purposeful. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied automatically.

“You don’t sound fine. Are you eating properly? Studying hard?”

“Yes, Mom,” Yunho mumbled.

“And have you been to church?”

The question made his stomach twist. “Uh, yeah,” he lied. “I’ve been.”

“Good.” Her voice carried a faint edge, as though she didn’t quite believe him. “You know how important it is to stay close to your faith, especially in a place like college. There’s too much temptation out there. You need to be careful.”

“I know,” Yunho said quietly, his grip tightening on the phone.

“You’re staying away from trouble, right?” she continued, her tone growing stern. “There’s no drinking, no wild parties?”

“No, Mom,” Yunho said quickly, the thought almost laughable.

“Good,” she said again, but there was a pause, heavy and expectant, like she wasn’t quite finished. “You’re not... letting yourself get distracted, are you? By... other things? You know what I mean right. Some pretty ladies?”

Yunho’s stomach dropped. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m not distracted.”

“Alright,” she said, her tone sharp and clipped. “I trust you, Yunho, but you know what’s expected of you. You’ve been raised with values—don’t let anything or anyone take you away from that. Understand?”

“I understand,” Yunho murmured, his voice tight.

“Good,” she said once more. “I’ll let you go now. But remember, you have a responsibility—to yourself, to your family, and to God. Don’t forget that. If you ever introduce us to a girl someday, I’ll be glad, but make sure she’s Christian—and focus on your studies first.”

“I won’t,” Yunho said quietly, his voice flat.

She hung up first, leaving Yunho sitting in the oppressive silence of the room. He stared at his phone for a long moment before tossing it onto his desk.

Why couldn’t she just let it go? Why did every conversation feel like a checklist of things he could mess up?

The guilt was already creeping in, but Yunho shoved it aside. He couldn’t deal with that right now.

Instead, he kicked off his shoes, pulled the blanket over his head, and closed his eyes. Sleep would make it better. It always did.

----

The grogginess of waking up too late weighed heavily on Yunho as he blinked at his alarm clock, the glowing numbers reading 1:00 AM. He groaned, rubbing his face. That nap had turned into an unplanned deep sleep, leaving him disoriented and even more irritated with how the day had gone.

"Ugh, great. Just what I needed," he muttered, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. His mouth was dry, his thoughts still muddled with remnants of frustration over the library incident. He grabbed his phone to check for notifications but found none, not that he was expecting any.

Yunho shuffled to the kitchen, his socks scuffing the floor as he made his way to the cupboard to grab a glass. He yawned as he filled it with water, the sound of the faucet cutting through the stillness of the dorm. The silence was comforting, though a little eerie this late at night.

As he leaned back against the counter and sipped his water, he heard the faintest sound—like the shuffle of footsteps outside their door. Yunho froze, the glass paused midway to his lips.

At first, he thought he was imagining it, but then came another sound. A thump. A muffled groan. His heart rate spiked.

What the hell?

It was late—too late for someone to be coming by. Mingi should have been home by now, considering how he’d gone off with his admirers earlier. Was someone trying to break in? The thought sent a cold wave of panic through Yunho, and he set the glass down with trembling hands.

Every noise seemed magnified: the quiet creak of the hallway floorboards, the faint shuffle of shoes, the sound of a hand brushing the doorknob. Yunho’s mind raced, conjuring every horror story he’d ever heard. He clutched the edge of the counter, his eyes darting to their apartment door.

Then it started to open.

His breath caught. He took a step back, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. Should he grab something—a knife, a chair? He wasn’t prepared to face an intruder!

The door swung inward slowly, and Yunho braced himself for the worst. But instead of some dark, faceless threat, it was Mingi.

Or rather, a version of Mingi Yunho had never seen before.

The taller boy stumbled inside, his shoulders hunched, his normally styled hair a wild, disheveled mess. Blood trickled steadily from a cut just above his brow, a thin line streaking down his temple to smear faintly along his cheekbone. His lips were split, dried blood crusted at the edges. The collar of his shirt bore faint smears of red, and a nasty bruise was spreading under his left eye, swollen and darkening with every passing second.

[dioslesbianwife]

HII! I'm super glad you're feeling better now!💕

Can I perhaps get kakyoin x reader who loves to tease him? But plot twist one day he teases her back until she's a blushing mess (pretty corny ngl but it love it sooo much😭)

Please and thank you!!💕💕

sure! hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333

You lived to tease Kakyoin.

It started out simple. A cheeky comment here, a lingering look there. Maybe a little flirty jab at his smooth hands when he reached for something, or a dramatic sigh whenever he fixed his hair.

The best part? He always reacted.

Whether it was rolling his eyes, adjusting his sunglasses to hide the faintest pink on his cheeks, or a deadpan "Very funny, (Y/N),” it was obvious that you were getting to him.

And you loved it.

But then, one fateful day…

He fought back.

It started subtly.

You had leaned in with a teasing grin, resting your chin on your hand. "Kakyoin, you look so serious all the time. Don’t you ever get flustered? Or do I have to try harder?"

Kakyoin exhaled through his nose, giving you a small smirk. "Oh? Is that a challenge?"

You blinked. Wait.

Before you could react, he casually leaned in, too close, his face inches from yours.

"You always tease me, but have you ever considered what would happen if I teased you back?"

Your brain stalled.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Kakyoin just smirked.

You tried to act nonchalant, but your grip on your drink tightened slightly. "H-Hah, good luck with that, Kak."

He chuckled, his voice dangerously smooth.

"Oh, I don’t think I’ll need luck."

And then he trailed a finger along your jaw.

Your entire body tensed.

Oh. Oh no.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he tilted his head, studying your reaction.

"You're awfully quiet, (Y/N)."

You swallowed, feeling your face heat up. "S-Shut up."

Kakyoin chuckled, leaning back with the smuggest look you’d ever seen on his stupidly handsome face. "Oh? But I thought you liked teasing me. What happened?"

Your soul left your body.

You scrambled for a comeback, anything, but your brain was just– static.

And Kakyoin just sipped his drink like he didn’t just obliterate you.

That was the day you learned a valuable lesson.

Kakyoin might have been fun to tease…but when he fought back, you never stood a chance.

[writingsofwesteros]

#black and green's dance together

Not so Baby Targaryen's HC

https://www.tumblr.com/estesolar/760598964286439424/if-the-dance-of-the-dragons-didnt-happen-au?source=share

Had no one to talk to about this, oops

Aegon III (egg) is his mother's son, a charming and loving boy trying to keep together the peace his mother and uncle managed to form. He is such a handsome boy who just exists while all the ladies of the court swoon over him. But the only girl he wants is princess Jaehaera, he is Mr. prince-charming and everyone's friend, but viserys and maelor do tease him.

Viserys II is a mini Daemon, impulsive but loyal, he was truly a headache to his mother when he he wanted to marry Larra of lys, nearly 7 years his elder. Being the stubborn boy he is, he wouldn't talk to his family for months and becomesvery close with Maelor. Viserys and Maelor being troublemakers in court while Jae is dragged into their stupid pranks and adventures. He is very calculating and fierce but a big lover boy, falls head over heels in an instant. His love is what makes him very loyal, he won't tell his brother or cousins but he is always looking after them.

Jaehaerys is a handsome boy like his father but serious like his uncle. Unlike his father, Jae is very active in his physique and studies, always holding a book and scolding his father and Maelor for drinking and lazing. He is very attractive but has a deadpan attitude, ladies and men are always trying to get his attention but can never get the prince to smile or spare them a look. Poor boy looks so out of place with his cheerful father and brother, if he is intrigued with someone he would become a bit possessive. Viserys and Maelor are his self-proclaimed friends but it's actually Aemon.

Jaehaera is serious and quiet, she really takes to heart all the ill done things against her family. Her mother is her most cherished person in life, always spending time with her mommy and bugs. Other than that, she is always spending time with her reclusive dragon, both of them staying away from annoying boys and dragons. She is set to marry her cousin, Egg, unfortunately his charming self is quite insufferable to her, at least for now. It does not help that her father is very upset of his little girl being betrothed, sneering at the stupidly charming boy.

Maelor is his father's son, reckless but knows how to have a fun time. Always getting into trouble but charming his way out, flirting is his second language. His grandmother and aunt can't get enough of his playful cheesy self, terrible liar but quiet the entertainer, his sweet mother giggling at his dumb comments. Silly boy loves to procrastinate and improvise, always surprising his father and uncle with his "great plans". Pretty ladies always catch his eyes and are entertained by his flirty attitude. But if there is a girl his is truly in love with, he turns into absolute mush, he cannot compute.

Alysmond's son (Aemon) a truly special dragon like his aunt Helaena, he has been raised away from the court so he is a very timid quiet boy but he gets along well with his cousin Jae. Despite his bastardy, his father and grandmother love him deeply, always including the shy boy in their royal and family festivities. He was gifted a dragon egg after he was legitimized in court, a sapphire blue dragon that wouldn't hatch until his 10th name day. He does struggle with acceptance and believes himself to be a freak of a nature. Just like his father, it would take a lot for him to feel accepted and loved by another. But once it happens, he won't take it for granted.

ADORE THIS SO MUCH!!

they are such cute headcanons of them all, I love it so much !!

they are all so precious and lovely; they deserved all of this happiness thank you

[am0ralexis]

Love At First Sight (flirty/smut) 💖❤️‍🔥

Alex wasn’t supposed to fall in love today.

He really wasn’t.

He was supposed to grab dinner, maybe zone out scrolling through his phone, and call it a night. Simple. Easy.

Instead, he walked into that shitty little diner at the edge of town—

and saw you.

You were sitting in a booth by the window.

Long brunette hair catching the low light, burgundy highlights glinting like fire.

Pretty blue eyes.

Tight jeans hugging your thighs just right.

Laughing softly into a chipped coffee mug, radiant even though you were alone.

You were…

Fuck.

You were everything.

He froze like an idiot.

He didn’t even know you and still, some deep, stupid part of him wanted to get on his knees right there.

Why are you alone? he thought wildly.

Who the hell lets a girl like you sit alone looking like that?

And then—

some dude showed up.

Loud.

Laughing too hard.

Sliding into the booth across from you like he owned it.

Alex’s heart sank.

Of course.

Of fucking course.

He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket, dropped his head, and bailed before he could humiliate himself further.

Feeling pathetic.

———————

It was pure accident that he wandered into the bookstore afterward.

He didn’t even like bookstores.

But there he was, aimlessly drifting between shelves—

and there you were again.

Sitting cross-legged in a plush armchair.

Flipping through a paperback.

Biting your lip in concentration.

No guy in sight.

Alex stopped breathing.

Up close, you were even prettier.

He didn’t even know what section he was standing in.

He was just… there. Staring.

You didn’t notice him at first. You were too wrapped up in whatever you were reading.

It took everything he had to finally step forward and say something.

Anything.

“Uh,” he stammered. “If you keep looking that cute, the book’s gonna get jealous.”

Kill me.

He winced internally the second the words left his mouth.

God, just kill me now.

But you—

You just laughed.

This low, beautiful sound that made his knees feel weirdly untrustworthy.

You closed the book slowly, looking him over, smiling.

“You always flirt that badly,” you teased, “or am I just special?”

Alex flushed scarlet, stumbling over his words like an idiot.

“I— no— I mean— you make me feel… not lost for once,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Fucking kill me twice.

You blinked—surprised, amused—then chuckled and shook your head.

“God,” you said, grinning, “you’re adorable.”

You teased him for being nervous but you didn’t leave.

You asked his name.

You smiled when he gave it.

Before you left, you grabbed his wrist gently and scribbled something right under the curve of his palm.

Your number.

“Don’t lose it, sweet boy,” you said, tapping it lightly before slipping away.

He didn’t lose it.

He ran home like his life depended on it.

———————

It took fifteen minutes of pacing and second-guessing before he finally worked up the nerve to text you:

hey :) it’s Alex. hope i’m not bothering you.

You answered almost immediately:

hi alex :)

you’re not bothering me at all. i was hoping you’d text.

He stared at the screen, heart pounding in his throat.

You flirted. You teased.

You made it stupidly easy for him to flirt back—even though he was clumsy as hell at it.

Somewhere in the middle of your back-and-forth, you dropped:

careful

don’t let my girlfriend hear u saying stuff like that ;)

Alex froze.

Girlfriend?!

Panic punched him straight in the chest.

He stared at the message so hard his vision blurred.

And then—mercifully—

jk jk

no girlfriend here

just seeing if u could handle a little teasing, sweet boy

He exhaled so hard he nearly collapsed.

But you weren’t done.

well

i mean

hypothetically

if i did have a girlfriend…

u could always join in ;)

Alex dropped his phone.

Full body shudder.

When he picked it back up, his thumbs fumbled:

maybe

(ok yes absolutely)

i’m literally begging

You laughed through the screen:

knew it ;)

ur too easy sweet boy

He whined—actually whined—at his phone.

You kept going, relentless:

bet u fantasized about it already huh

having two girls like me at once

being our sweet little toy

Alex was wrecked.

Barely able to type:

holy fuck

i uh

i think i just died

And you:

careful sweet boy

don’t pass out yet

i haven’t even started teasing u properly

He thought he might literally combust.

And then—

you sent a video.

———————

He tapped it open with shaking hands.

You.

Straddling another gorgeous girl on a couch.

Hands tangled in each other’s hair.

Grinding slow, filthy kisses.

You peeled your dress up—

slipping it over your head—

no bra underneath.

The other girl dragged her hands up your bare waist, cupping your breasts, kissing you deep, messy, hungry.

The video cut off too fast.

Alex was painfully hard.

Half delirious, he texted:

is there

like

a full video?

You teased mercilessly:

maybe

u sure u can handle it?

He begged:

pls

pls i need it

Another notification buzzed.

This one longer.

You fully naked, slicked in oil, lying back on soft sheets.

Another girl trailing a feather across your bare skin—your trembling thighs, your gasping mouth, your taut nipples.

You writhed helplessly, gasping, arching.

Alex dropped his phone.

Sat down hard.

His thumbs shook:

holy fuck

u are actually gonna kill me

pls

pls i need u

You:

good ;)

beg a little more baby

And he did.

Pathetically.

Desperately.

Until finally:

ok baby

omw

dont cum before i get there ;)

[dontfindmerain]

hotel room

summary: about 800 words, short little drabble on the one bed trope with wilbur. Wilbur and reader are very close friends. for the lovely @toiletwipes <3

not proof read sns

a/n: sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this at work on mobile :')

Wilbur was an idiot. Plain and simple. An absolute fool. What other explanation could there be for this situation he had put you both in?

Wilbur had been the one to suggest booking a hotel room instead of driving a few hours back to your american friend's apartment. He found a nice enough place and all for a pretty good price. He only made one mistake.

There was only one damn bed. Even worse, it was just a tad too small for you to both fit comfortably without being rather close.

"Wilbur, what the hell are we going to do now?" you laughed at him, his face was proper flushed, muttering something about how he was tired when he booked the room.

"I didn't think to check, I had assumed there would be two beds," he glared at you as you continued to giggle, "It's not that funny darling, if you keep laughing I might just make you sleep on the floor." You stopped and gaped at him.

"Uh-uh, nope, you fucked up, you're sleeping on the floor. It's either that or we'll have to share it.." you trailed off as your face heated at the thought.

It's not like it would be the end of the world. Only it was. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked Wilbur a lot. Much more than the friendship you currently shared. Wilbur didn't need to know that, though. Him and his stupidly cute face..

He smirked at you and teased, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He stepped closer to you, and your eyes focused on the ground, finding it very interesting at this moment.

His hand lifted your chin up to face him before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Go on darling, use your words."

Your face became impossibly flushed, stuttering while attempting to find the right thing to say. Wilbur had always been flirty with you, but this seemed different. He stepped back, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm just teasing you, my love, I'll sleep on the floor since it was me who-"

"No, we can share. It's fine," you cut him off speaking quickly. You covered your mouth as soon as the words escaped. Shit. There is no way you just said that out loud.

He smiled at you a little confused, "Alright then, whatever you like. I'll take the bags while you get changed, yeah?"

Your mind was racing, but you managed a nod, grabbing a large t-shirt and some rather short shorts. After practically running to the bathroom and changing, you headed back over to Wilbur.

He had already gotten ready for bed and was scrolling through his phone, waiting for you to join him. You cautiously slid into bed beside him, trying to give him enough room, but barely having any yourself.

"Seriously, love?" Wilbur chuckled, motioning for you to come closer, "Come here, you're going to fall." You obliged, scooting next to him and getting comfortable as he wraps his arms around you. You were blushing intensely, his scent enveloping you. He tangled his legs with yours so that neither of you were hanging off the edge and brought you even closer to him.

If that wasn't enough to make you flustered, what he did next definitely was.

He squeezed you gently and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He chuckled when your breath hitched, knowing the effect he had on you.

"Darling, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you might have a fever from how warm you're getting," he spoke lowly, teasing again, "Would you like to explain yourself?"

Once again, you were at a loss for words, as if he had stolen them from you. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he pulled back to look at you again.

"Hmm, struggling, are we? Gods, you're adorable, you know that?" He smiled, glancing down at your lips.

Somehow, that snapped you out of your speechless state. "I am not adorable! I am a menace to society! How dare you even sugg-"

He cut off your ramble with a kiss, cautious at first and then confident when you kissed him back. His hands traveled from your back down to your hips and squeezing. You gasped, mouth opening and he took the opportunity to explore you further.

When you finally pulled back for air, looking up at him, his pupils were blown wide, face red and lips swollen. He smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, my love?"

"Yeah? I dont know, maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure," you smiled back at him, closing the short distance between the two of you once more.

You guessed it was safe to say he liked you back. He was still an idiot, no doubt. But he was your idiot.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Fight Me? (Gojo Satoru one-shot)

This is based on the following:

Nurse!Gojo falling for a grumpy lil Rinko in this short and sweet AU one-shot 💕

It is fluffy and cute and I really enjoyed writing this silly lil thing 🥹

Also, happy early birthday Gojo Satoru!

I'll try to get the amusement park Another Level Extra done and posted by tomorrow 😊

Fight Me?

“Good morning, Kurisaki-chan,” the nurse’s annoyingly chipper voice sang as he entered the room. “Wakey, wakey!”

“Fight me,” Rinko mumbled, trying to shield her eyes with a pillow when he flipped the lights on.

“Maybe later, Kurisaki-chan,” Gojo replied cheerfully, prying the pillow from her face. His stunning blue eyes smiled down at her from behind the white hair that fell in a messy mop across his forehead. “Can’t if you suffocate yourself while I’m trying to take your vitals, though.”

He wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her arm and began pumping air into it, his eyes staying firmly on the gauge as it inflated.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked as he jotted the numbers down. “Comfy enough?”

She hadn’t, which was to be expected since she was in a hospital. Her least favorite place on earth. The constant beeping of all the machines and the hustle and bustle just outside the door didn’t help the ambiance, either. But she would admit that it was a bit more comfortable than usual because he’d been kind enough to get her extra pillows before he’d left the previous evening. 

“Fine until someone blinded me at-” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “-seven in the morning.” She scowled at his giant grin. “Did you have to turn all the lights on?”

“How else would I be able to see your pretty face?” he teased. His lips pulled into a smirk when the beeping of the heart rate monitor sped up, and he winked before walking toward the door. “Remember, if you need anything, just press the little button, and I’ll come to the rescue!”

He flipped the lights back off and closed the door behind him.

It wasn’t fair of him to be attractive and flirty with her when she felt - and probably looked - like death.

She glared out of the little fortress of pillows she’d created as the door opened, his familiar voice chiming excitedly.

“You know what time it is,” Gojo called, his grin widening at the sight of her protective barrier.

“Fight m-” the words choked off when the air caught in her lungs, and she hunched over as the coughs rattled her chest.

He patted her back gently before giving her a serious look when she was finally able to breathe again.

“I can’t fight you, Kurisaki-chan,” he stated matter-of-factly as he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her bicep. “You’d win. And those other assholes over at the nurse’s station would never let me live it down. They’d probably film it, too, and then it would end up on the internet, and then I’d never be able to leave my house again.”

The wheezing laugh escaped before she could stop it, causing his face to break into a giant, boyish grin. His already brilliant eyes somehow shined brighter when he smiled like that. She found herself blinking up at him stupidly as he turned his attention back to his task.

He had dimples.

There was that damn beeping.

“Bit faster than it was when I took it earlier,” he observed. Her neck felt hot, especially when his grin turned smug, but he just jotted down the numbers and placed her pillows back where they had been.

Her brow furrowed in confusion when she heard Gojo’s voice just outside her door.

He had been in earlier to get her vitals before he left for the evening, so she wasn’t sure what he was doing back. The only thing she could think of was if they needed more bloodwork, which made her actually want to fight him.

The door opened, and he slipped inside, holding his left hand behind his back. She knew he could see the panic in her eyes, but it shifted into a glare when he laughed.

“I’m a bit hurt you’re so upset to see me,” Gojo teased, his lips pulling into a pout. “You can breathe easy. I’m not here to poke or prod you again, Kurisaki-chan.”

“What are you hiding, then?” she asked suspiciously. “If you have a damn needle, I’ll-”

“Threaten to fight me?” he asked, eyes shining with amusement. She leaned over, trying to see what he had, and he tutted. “Ah, ah. No peeking. I have a gift for you since you’ve been such a model patient this week, right now excluded.”

Rolling her eyes, she gave him a slightly unimpressed look.

“What kind of gift?”

“Just a little something to remember me by,” he stated happily. “You’ll most likely get discharged tomorrow, but I won’t be here since it’s my day off. Soooo-” he pulled his hand from behind his back to dramatically brandish a small stuffed panda, “-I wanted to give you this. You can look at him and think about the best nurse you’ve ever met in your life.”

Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the stuffed animal, a surprised laugh escaping at the fact that it was wearing scrubs and had a felt stethoscope draped around its neck. It was cute.

The boyish grin that showed off his dimples was back. Deep cerulean blue made her feel like she was drowning. When her eyes met his, she felt her neck heat up when the damn beeping sped up like it always did.

“Thank you,” she murmured, gnawing on her bottom lip. “And thank you for being so kind this week. Sorry if I was a bit rude-”

“I don’t take it personally,” he cut her off, still smiling. “You clearly aren’t a fan of hospitals. Most people aren’t. But I do like to think my incredible charm makes it a bit more bearable.”

“A bit,” she conceded, unable to fight the urge to return his grin. “Thank you again. And for- the gift.”

“It was my pleasure,” he replied easily, moving back to the door. “Now, I’m heading out for the night. Take care of that little guy, yeah? I know it’s a big responsibility, but I think you’re up for the task after I did such a great job caring for you.” He paused at the door. “But if you forget, I left some instructions in his pocket to help you remember!”

He tossed her a wink before he was gone, and she blinked stupidly after him. 

Pursing her lips, she reached into the tiny pocket curiously to find a torn piece of notebook paper folded up. Another laugh escaped before she could stop it as she read his scribbled ‘instructions.’

Fun anecdote: years ago, when I was in the hospital, a student nurse came into the room at 7:30 after I'd barely slept at all, flipped the lights on, and was like, "GOOD MORNING, [KIKO]. MY NAME IS KATE. HOW DID YOU SLEEP? I'M HERE TO CHECK YOUR VITALS-" and I feel like the fact that I still remember her fucking name after all these years tells you enough about how much I hated her in that moment.

[ryuichirou]

Oh your headcanons on Floyd/Epel? It’s certainly an interesting rare pair 👁👁

Hi Anon!

And thank you so much for this ask, I’ve really wanted to talk about these two together for quite some time... They have such a fun troublemaking couple potential, right? And such a pain in the ass for everyone around them lol

You’ve waited long enough, so here are some headcanons!

Epel used to just avoid Floyd, because he felt like the most dangerous one in the Octa-trio to him. But after that whole birthday congratulation thing he kind of got himself a fat crush on Floyd. Epel, being a silly little guy that he is, instantly felt like Floyd understands him truly, you know, just gets it. So, out of nowhere, Floyd Leech became this tall cool and strong guy that Epel really wishes to hang out with more because of how awesome he is! Even though he is still a little bit scared of him and thinks that he is a weirdo… but a super cool weirdo! A chaotic one, even!

While Epel is busy getting butterflies in his stomach, Floyd is much more chill about this whole thing. He is pretty chill in general, he isn’t the type to get crushes: he’s just flirty with people he likes when he likes them, and when he gets bored or annoyed he tells them that they are annoying. Epel is a perfect example of that. He likes Epel, he thinks Epel is spunky and (unintentionally) funny and really cool in his own way – Floyd wasn’t lying when he told Epel that he was cool. But he still thinks that Epel is kinda dumb + tries way too hard to be something that he is not, which is lame. That being said, Epel does surprise him with his decisions and actions, so Floyd is still pleasantly tickled by hanging out with him. Plus, Epel is genuinely hilarious to tease. It’s like the opposite of Riddle, but also similar to him in a lot of ways.

I guess the way to describe their relationship would be to call it a chaotic fling. They would do so much stuff together, they would definitely make-out in random places and fuck each other’s brains out, but then it’ll stop as suddenly as it started. Which doesn’t mean that it won’t happen again… even though Epel would be genuinely heartbroken if Floyd lost interest in him. For a day or two, that is.

We clearly have a bias towards this scenario because we have a comic about it, but boy would they be wild together. They would have the wildest spontaneous “dates” while skipping classes. Sometimes they would disappear for an entire day and come back at 4 a.m., hiding around the college’s garden trying not to get spotted and disciplined by a ghost because they are way waaay late for their curfew. Floyd doesn’t care about being disciplined, but he does like how nervous Epel gets for someone who acts so fearless and constantly tells him that he is sick of rules.

Floyd does think that Epel’s trying-too-hard thing gets lame sometimes, but he finds it cute when he does it in bed. Epel’s body and reactions are so stupidly honest and he is so clearly inexperienced that it’s funny that he tries to act like he can take Floyd’s entire dick in just one move. Floyd doesn’t stop him, because when Epel chokes on his dick and starts coughing and getting teary-eyed, he gets to laugh at him. And then Epel gets mad and pouty, and when he is mad and pouty, he gets even more fun to have sex with. Epel gets embarrassed so often that it’s pretty much arousing to him at this point…. Or was it always the case for him? Maybe.

But even in these situations Epel surprises Floyd sometimes. There are moments when Floyd thinks that they are pretty much done for today, that Epel is exhausted and that it’s his cue to leave, but then Epel just grabs him (his hand? his dick?) and gives him his nasty smirk, asking if Floyd is too tired to continue or something. And sometimes he just sits on top of him without saying anything, just giggling playfully. Epel loves doing it, because the way Floyd’s face changes from a quick surprise to a smug smile is absolutely priceless. And when he kisses him, it feels too good to stop.