#thank you for sending it and being so sweet

[littlelioncub43]

Hi, sex addict bucky anon here, once again, I raise you, Bucky with a SO who is also a sex addict, like his SO is the kinda person who just causally masturbate’s, maybe because shes horny, maybe shes just bored, but either way she is more than willing to indulge bucky, hell she probably enables it. Mutual masturbation being a very big thing in there relationship

*Steve Harvey voice*:

YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!

It's a regular thing. Somehow you two always end up with your hand between your legs playing with yourselves like animals in heat. Your favorite is when you're in bed or on the couch, both of you kneeling and facing each other; Bucky has his sweats pushed down low enough to have his cock out while he uses his flesh hand to stroke himself (he likes the feeling of skin on skin the most). His vibranium hand is gripping your hair while you both make out and moan into each other's mouths. You've got your panties pooling at your knees while your fingers glide in and out at a dizzying pace (which Bucky matches with his hand on his dick).

"Mmm! Yes! Yes! Faster, baby, faster!" He moans into your mouth, his hips starting to thrust so he can fuck his hand. You obey instinctively, your own hips grinding into your hand. "Mmmngggfffuuuuck let me touch you..." He begs in a gruff, breathy voice. The next thing you know, his metal fingers are pistoning in and out of your wet little pussy while he humps your hand at an equally rapid pace.

It feels so much better when you're the one touching him, so it doesn't take long for him to cum all over your hand and your thighs while you gush around his vibranium fingers. Thankfully, he's hard again within seconds so he just keeps fucking your hand until neither of you can take it anymore.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

moonshine leaks in through the window blinds.

suguru is undressing, sluggishly, in the dim darkness of your bedroom. he is weary; as are you. it’s been a long, long day, celebrating in the morning, in the evening, going to the spring festival downtown and grabbing hotpot with satoru and shoko right after — stopping by their favorite bar before finally heading home. fatigue drags your bones against soft flooring, as you rummage through his closet, pull your worn hoodie over your head and let it fall to the floor. 

suguru’s birthday is always eventful. your boyfriend is a well-loved man, after all; no less by you than anyone else. it’s been worth it, worth every ache in your joints, to see him smile and scoff and swallow down mouthfuls of soba and cake. to see him a little sheepish, a little tipsy, a little more open with his heart than usual. sweetness brings it out of him. 

(you’re happy, that this year was a success as well.)

a low groan. you turn your head, to watch as he cranes his neck, stretches his arms, as the muscles of his bicep coil and twitch under the linen of his shirt. as he slips out of it, lets his hair fall, a hair tie slipping down to rest around his wrist. his roots must ache, by now — you wonder if he’ll let you massage his scalp, just to help him unwind. but suguru gets restless after being pampered for too long. could barely stop himself from pouring your drink, over and over, carrying you the last bit home even though his own legs must have yearned for respite too.

sometimes, you want to ask him — can you please just let me love you?

(his answer is usually a smile.)

”god,” comes the voice of an angel, raspy and sweet. the heel of his palm meets the blade of his shoulder, digs into the skin as if to soothe it. ”’m exhausted.”

a smile tugs your lips up, blooms like a peach tree and flutters in tune with your heartbeat. you put your arms through the gaps of an oversized tee, press your nose against the fabric and inhale, the scent of laundry detergent and musk soothing your muddled senses. after pulling it over your head, you’re left in nothing but your boxers and his shirt. it makes him melt, you’re more than aware. when your hair is tousled, from the midnight air and satoru’s restless hand — when you’re engulfed in nothing but him.

”well, we walked a lot,” you exhale, sending him a sweetened glance. he returns it with a huff. 

”talked a lot, too,” he mutters, too tired to sound as displeased as he’d probably like. you drink in the sight of his skin under lunar light, lap up the excess cobalt, swallow softly. ”why is it that all my energy magically drains as soon as satoru’s involved…?”

you let out a giggle, breathy and light, cooing. ”he loves you,” you supply, not-so-helpfully. ”he just hadn’t had a chance to bug you in a while, i guess.”

a scoff. 

”he has a funny way of showing it…”

suguru unbuckles his belt, kicks off his jeans, slumps back on the bed with a silent sigh — the mattress creaks beneath his weight, allows him to get comfortable as he rests on the edge. gazing at you, patiently, spheres of rusted-gold through lidded eyes. heavy with what you know to be fatigue.

he pats his lap, one heavy hand. 

”come here, sweetheart.”

(his voice alone melts you down to the marrow. sweet and smooth, roughed up from the outing; the purr of a needy cat, silken sheets and jasmine buds.)

a moth to a flame, or a lamb to a knife — you are pliant as you move towards your lover. weak, as you tuck your legs over his knees and slide into his lap.

an inhale. he buries his face in your shirt, his shirt — smiles, noses against your pulsepoint and the tender valley of skin between your jaw and shoulder. engraves your scent into his being.

”i love you,” he whispers, a low lull of his tongue. a kiss against your neck. ”thank you for today.”

the words have left you long before your mind tugs at your lips. ”i love you too, sugu.” you nuzzle against his locks, relish as they tickle your sensitive skin. ”i don’t think i did much, though…”

”no?” you hear the smile, the hint of a chuckle, even as he lifts his fingers to pinch your little nose. ”you don’t think so, silly?”

he tuts — eyes gleaming under artificial light, the lamp on your nightstand. 

”even made me breakfast.”

”… it turned out so-so.”

an exhale, at your little frown. humoured, your mind supplies, if a little exasperated. he clicks his tongue, rubs his thumb over the bridge of your nose before letting go. ”it was lovely,” he corrects. ”you’re lovely.”

and you know that he’s displeased. you know by the way he says it, how softly he shuts you down and guides you in the right direction, lips smearing kisses on your vulnerable skin as if reproaching you. he’s sleepy, can’t help but be lazy, no less thorough in his mission. has no mercy for your jaw, or collarbone, or neck. you’re shivering, shaky sigh slipping out — curling your arms around his neck and angling your head to give him more room to work with. he can be greedy, tonight, you don’t mind. whatever he wants. his fingers find solace in the plushness of your hips, squeezes softly, molds the flesh. a silent thank you. 

for what, you wonder.

melting when your skin meets his? letting him touch you like this? trusting him to do it gently?

your mind is tangled up in knots. just letting him love you, hold you close, feeling his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt — ba-dump, ba-dump, like waves crashing into shore. you hope he cannot hear the constant patter of your own; hope he cannot sense the prickling of your nerves. he might think the night is over, but you still have something more to offer.

… or, at least you should.

it’s nerve-racking. your heartbeat knocks at your ribs, sticks its head out to ask how you’ve been. better, you’d like to say. a lot less close to passing out. silly, silly body, never letting you get off easy — never being of any use. it shouldn’t be this scary, not even close. you know your lines. you’ve practiced all week. but it is, and it’s paralyzing, and suguru is so tired he’s just gnawing at your earlobe now. 

clammy hands, beating heart, shaky fingers.

(you wish it was easier to say what’s inside.)

”i… have another present,” you mumble, finally, into his hair. as if that will muffle it. swirling a lock around your finger, playing with it to ease your mind.

suguru blinks. you feel the flutter of his eyes against your skin, the ghosts of pretty raven lashes. he pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes — watching you, closely, to see what you mean. attentive. 

there’s a certain look in his eyes.

”… more?” he asks, voice scraping against the walls of his throat, the buzzing of a dragonfly. he slips a hand under your shirt, curls it around your naked waist to tug you closer, keep you safe and still. ”haven’t i been spoiled enough, today?”

he’s smiling. you don’t think he knows what you mean, but he must sense your hesitance. keeps his hand on your hip, rubs comforting circles into your skin, seems to delight in the way your body can’t help but tremble all while leaning into it. stupid, beautiful suguru, stupid wandering hands. he’s only making your heartbeat sputter more. 

it’s too difficult. even after that peptalk with satoru and shoko, you can’t find the words you need. 

finding a birthday gift for suguru is always a hurdle. every single year. you can never decide on what to go for, never settle for just one thing — because he’d be happy with anything, you know that, but it’s not enough when you’re as smitten as you are. when all you want is to give him something that will make him smile brighter than ever, a smile that’s just for you.

what would make him the happiest? what do you want to tell him, more than anything? 

you always agonize over it, sure, but this year…

(even if it’s a little much, you —)

”haha… well.” 

you shift on his lap, tuck your thighs around his waist, just needing stability. and it’s muscle memory, your skin against his, bodies molding together like liquidated gold. he watches you, patiently — doesn’t rush or force the words out. a sun god in your room, on your bed. tangled up in sheets he washed for you. 

a sliver of sunshine, that belongs only to you.

what is there to say?

even now, you can’t uncap the lid over your heart. your hands are too shaky to dust off the longing. if you could, you’d say something like: 

i love you, i love you, i love you.

i want to wash your hair, and kiss your eyelids when you sleep, and scrub the rot from off your bones. i don’t want to care about what anyone else thinks. 

i could tell you i love you a million times.

also, do you want to get married? 

i know i’ve made you wait — you always wait so patiently — but would you mind?

would you be mine forever? 

a sudden sting. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, as if to silence your own thoughts, the phantom taste of heavy iron blooming on your tongue. slick vines wrap themselves around your teeth and sew your mouth shut. no words, no breaths, no nothing. 

just clammy hands, beating heart, shaky fingers. 

(you wish you could be kinder to the monster in your ribs.)

”… tomorrow,” you sigh, at last, the word forcing its way through your throat. you slump your cheek against his forehead, fleeing from his prying gaze, the question on your mind. ”… you’ll get it tomorrow.”

(shoko’s voice rings in your ear. coward, she’d say. loser, satoru would add. they’d be right.)

stupid, silly heartbeat. beating so loudly you can’t even find your voice. 

but suguru only smiles.

”… not today?” he brushes against your bottom lip, traps it between his thumb and pointer finger. tilts his head, softly. ”did you change your mind?”

you melt, into his touch, head dipping forward. 

”… just wanna wait a little longer,” you sigh, a little shaky, feeling sheepish. ”is… that okay?”

”of course.” his answer comes as soon as you ask. 

as natural as breathing.

mwah. his lips meet yours, chaste and sweet, gone as soon as you’ve thought to lean into it. ”i’ll always wait for you,” he says. ”you know that, don’t you?”

(you do.)

a silent nod. he seems to note your sour mood, the ghost of a pout on your lips. because he chuckles, that familiar purr-like rasp, falling backwards and tugging you with him — pushing you down against the mattress, crawling over you, a praying mantis with the smile of a fox. gentle, gentle, his hands cupping your hips. black hair frames his face, his smile, the moonshine gliding across his nose and cheekbones. he’s all you can see, until he’s leaning forward, nosing against your pulsepoint to feel the pitter-patter there. you can still feel the weight of his gaze, sticky honey-webs of oak and cedar.

warm, warm, warm. a little sleepy.

and he sighs against your skin. 

”i want to tell you i love you a million times,” he says, an orange split into tender halves. ”you know that?”

he sounds tired. he sounds happy, deliriously so, like he can barely believe it himself. you like it when he gets this playful, like it when the hint of boyishness he keeps carefully concealed spills through the gaps.

you blink.

a matching sigh, from your loverotted lungs. ”.. yeah,” you murmur. ”i know. i’d say it back a million times.”

a plum tree blooms against your collarbone, the branches of his lips stretching up into a grin. ”see? you’re perfect.” he moves up, captures your lips with his own, savours the flavour of your lip balm. eyes gleaming like fireflies. ”just perfect for me…”

ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump. 

(your heart asks to be let out of its confines.)

”what other gift could i possibly need?”

and, well — it’s hard to argue when he sounds so convinced. when his skin is gleaming, when he’s on top of you, caging you in with his thighs and keeping you steady. when he looks like the rest of your life. 

it’s hard, even though a litany of words scratch against your windpipe, begging to be set free. even though you didn’t want to be a coward, today. 

(any other day of the year would have been fine.)

a hand cups your cheek. 

”… hm?” he tilts his head, raises an eyebrow. awaits your response, with fond, tired eyes.

you bite your lip. ”… i guess…”

”no, you don’t guess,” he huffs, half a chuckle. leans close to nip at your cheek. ”you know. i’m already spoiled with your presence. what else do i need?”

”well, it’s just—”

”no.” he shuts you up, mashes his lips against yours again. ”no more of that. okay, sweetheart?”

…

”thank you for today.” he echoes, into the shell of your ear. the warmth in his voice sparks against your spine. ”i had a lovely time. with the others, with you.”

an underlying demand —

you know what he wants.

so you give in. whatever he wants, you remind yourself. whatever he wants.

”… you’re welcome,” you mumble, finally. defeated, just breathing in his scent, smooth hints of bergamot and coconut oil. ”happy birthday, suguru.”

(and he smiles.)

one more kiss, and then he’s pulling back. watching you, softly, laid out across his sheets like sunshine spilling through window blinds in spring.

”… thank you, honey.”

(tomorrow, you’ll air out your restless ribcage. uncap the lid, dust off the longing.)

today, you will lie with clammy hands, a beating heart, shaky fingers — and simply let him hold you close. as tightly as he wants, for as long as he wants.

whatever he wants.

the words can wait; they’re good at that.

[andy-15-07]

Love in the Chaos

pairing: Aaron Taylor Johnson x female!reader

word count: 1155 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Aaron Taylor Johnson Masterlist

"Y/n, have you seen my blue shirt?" Aaron called from the bedroom, his voice slightly muffled.

"I think it's in the laundry basket, love," you replied from the kitchen, where you were meticulously arranging a charcuterie board. Tonight was date night, a rare and precious occasion for you and Aaron. After months of juggling work, school runs, and the whirlwind of raising two young children, you were finally escaping for a few hours. Your parents had graciously offered to babysit, and you were determined to make the most of it.

"Ah, you're right," Aaron reappeared, the blue shirt now in hand. He grinned at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You know, sometimes I think you have a secret organization system for all our belongings."

You chuckled, "If only! It’s more like controlled chaos." You glanced at the clock. "Kids are finally down, right?"

"Sleeping like little angels," Aaron confirmed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a gentle hug. "They were surprisingly easy tonight. Maybe they sensed our desperation for freedom."

"Let's hope it stays that way," you said, leaning into his embrace. "I’d hate for Grandma and Grandpa to have a wrestling match at bedtime."

"Speaking of which," Aaron said, releasing you and grabbing his wallet from the dresser, "I should probably run to the store and grab that bottle of wine we talked about. Red, right?"

"Perfect," you replied, gesturing to the charcuterie board. "And maybe some fancy cheese. The kids won't appreciate it, so we can indulge."

"Consider it done," Aaron said, giving you a quick kiss before heading out the door.

You surveyed the kitchen, a smile playing on your lips. The babysitter was coming in an hour, giving you just enough time to get ready without rushing. You finished arranging the charcuterie board, adding a few sprigs of rosemary for a touch of elegance. Then, you headed upstairs to get ready.

As you were changing, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Aaron: "Found the perfect wine. And I may have also picked up some dark chocolate. Just sayin'..."

You smiled, replying with a string of heart emojis. He knew you so well. A quiet evening with good food, good wine, and even better company was your idea of heaven.

A little while later, Aaron returned, a bottle of wine and a bag of groceries in hand. "I also grabbed some flowers," he announced, presenting a small bouquet of vibrant lilies.

"They're beautiful," you said, taking the flowers and inhaling their sweet fragrance. "Thank you."

"You deserve them," Aaron said softly, his eyes filled with affection. "You deserve a night off."

The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the babysitter. Your parents came in, beaming and ready for their mission. After a quick briefing about bedtime routines and emergency contacts, you and Aaron were finally out the door, hand in hand.

"Where are we going?" you asked as Aaron led you to his car.

"It's a surprise," he said with a wink. "But I promise you'll love it."

He drove for about twenty minutes, taking you to a charming little Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. The restaurant was dimly lit, with cozy tables and the soft murmur of conversation filling the air. It was the perfect setting for a romantic date night.

"This place looks amazing," you said as you were shown to your table.

"I knew you'd like it," Aaron replied, pulling out your chair.

You settled into your seats, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. It was so nice to be out, just the two of you, without the constant demands of parenthood.

"So," Aaron said, after you'd ordered drinks, "what have you been up to lately? Besides being a supermom, of course."

You laughed, "Well, work has been crazy busy. But I finally finished that big project I was telling you about."

"That's fantastic!" Aaron exclaimed, raising his glass. "To your success!"

You clinked glasses and took a sip of your wine. The conversation flowed easily, as it always did between you and Aaron. You talked about work, your kids, your dreams for the future. You laughed, you reminisced, and you simply enjoyed each other's company.

As the evening progressed, the conversation turned more personal.

"You know," Aaron said, his voice softening, "I don't tell you this enough, but I'm so grateful for you. You're an incredible mother, an amazing partner, and my best friend."

Your heart swelled with warmth. "Thank you, Aaron," you replied, your voice thick with emotion. "I feel the same way about you. You're my rock, my support system, and the love of my life."

He reached across the table and took your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I love you, Y/n," he said, his eyes locking with yours.

"I love you too, Aaron," you whispered back.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, connected by an invisible thread of love and understanding.

After dinner, Aaron surprised you with a walk along the riverbank. The moon was full, casting a silvery glow on the water. You strolled hand in hand, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.

"This is perfect," you said, leaning your head on Aaron's shoulder.

"It is," he agreed. "Just like you."

You smiled, feeling completely content. This was exactly what you needed – a night to reconnect, to recharge, to remember why you fell in love in the first place.

As you walked back to the car, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt about leaving the kids. But then you remembered something Aaron had said earlier: "Happy parents, happy kids." You knew that taking time for yourselves was essential for the health and well-being of your family.

When you arrived home, your parents were waiting for you, both kids fast asleep.

"They were perfect angels," your mom said with a smile.

"Thank you so much for watching them," you said, feeling a wave of gratitude.

"Anytime," your dad replied. "You two deserve a night out."

After your parents left, you and Aaron went upstairs, careful not to wake the kids. You changed into your pajamas and snuggled into bed, feeling tired but happy.

"Tonight was amazing," you said, turning to face Aaron.

"It was," he agreed, kissing you softly on the lips. "We should do it more often."

"Definitely," you said, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, feeling loved and cherished.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your kids giggling downstairs. You and Aaron exchanged a look, a mixture of amusement and exhaustion. The date night was over, and it was back to reality. But you both knew that the memories of the evening would stay with you, a reminder of the love and connection that bound you together. And that, you realized, was more valuable than anything.

[accidentcache]

i think Keigo would LOOOOVE to be with someone ticklish

that's the thought of today

thank u for this thought and i am going to expand on this bc i was thinking about keigo's feathers the other day.

so yes, i think keigo would LOVE to have a partner who's ticklish. even more than normal because he's an affectionate guy and i know this motherfucker loves to be a little shit and he's a tease and annoying endearing about it

he for sure wakes up before you in the morning and uses a feather on your bare skin and drags it along just to see your skin twitch and dodge your sleepy swings and swats as you try to fight him off

you can't tell me he doesn't use them in bed i will expand on that in another post

when you're working he sends feathers out to mess with you because he's a little shit (it happens a lot more when he's out on long patrols / missions bc he wants attention and misses you a lot. basically saying love me please)

if you're doing something around the apartment he'll do it while he's literally in the same room sitting off on the couch or something and look like he's doing absolutely nothing but he's fighting off giggles the entire time

BUTTTTTTTT this is where the tables flip because we know how they're sensitive right? they're an extension of him. he can feel what they feel and we all have that hc where keigo gives you a feather to keep with you at all times. like. that's your feather.

so maybe he was being insufferable this week just messing with you. getting on your nerves and being clingy (you can't really fault him for that but it was a busy week!!! cut him some slack)

you're at home watching the news and here he comes for some interview!!! he looks so handsome and he's so sweet and charming and you've been absentmindedly playing with the feather you wear as a necklace all day and you're playing with it as you watch his interview LIVE ON TELEVSION and you notice he's got a little blush!!!

that flicks a switch in your brain and the smirk is DEVIOUS

and then you start like. MESSING with the feather. like it's intentional, the touches and caresses and maybe a kiss or two just to be a shithead and you watch as he unravels more and more the longer the interview goes on and the light fades from his eyes when he realizes WHO'S responsible

and he stares DIRECTLY into the camera (cue all the fangirls across japan squealing n shit) and you know you're in trouble from just the LOOK alone WOWWWWW

okay yeah that's abt it

[rollingeevee]

I gotta ask: do you know when exactly the beasts would bite their respective darlings? Like do they just capture them and then *chomp*? Also do the bites have an immediate effect or do the darlings not figure out what's up with the bite until they first try to run away?

Silly little but:

Darling, after getting bit: Freak!!

Darling, after the bite takes effect: Oh shit, that's why you were being freaky...

Hmm… that’s a good question! I feel it would vary for each Beast.

Shadow Milk and Burning Spice I can see doing it ASAP. They see it, they like it, they want it. That bite is happening as soon as they have their darling in their grasp, first chance they get. They don’t care what their darling thinks.

Eternal Sugar I can see somewhat similar, but I feel she would try to kinda play it off? When she takes her darling, she’ll likely try to ease them into a false sense of security. She’s offering you sweets and wants to nap with you? She can’t be that bad, can she? However, she might grow a bit impatient. When you’re napping together, that’s when she bites.

For Mystic Flour and Silent Salt, I can see them using their bites as a last resort. The two of them aren’t as eager to place down their bites unless another Beast is showing interest in what is theirs. However, as soon as they find you after you escape the first time? That’s when they bite. You got close to getting away. They didn’t like that. They gave you a chance, and you squandered it. Now they’re going to ensure you know exactly where you belong. With them.

Also, side note, I got this ask right before I fell asleep so the notif on my phone showed only the first few words and my tired brain read it as “where” instead of “when” and it got my mind going a lil before I passed out so- you’re getting that too! LMAO

Shadow Milk would place his bite on the neck, right below the ear. Sort of symbolic in a way. While his magic can reach your mind from wherever the bite might be, he likes the thought that it’s there, as if he’s always whispering into your ear.

Mystic Flour would place her bite on your inner wrist. She cares the least about where her bite goes, so long as it is on you. Holding your hand to her lips, placing a gentle kiss, before suddenly jerking your hand, exposing your inner wrist, and sinking her teeth in.

Burning Spice’s bite is right on the neck in full view of everyone. He’s not a subtle guy, probs the most straightforward of the five. He’s loud and proud, and his bite would be the same. Right over your jugular where everyone can see it. There’s no hiding it. In a way, it’s also a powerplay. He could easily tear your throat out if he so desired. But he didn’t. Be grateful, little rabbit~

Eternal Sugar would place her bite on her darling’s chest, right above where your heart is. As stated above, she places it when you’re napping together. She’s draped on top of you, using your chest as her pillow. The moment her patience runs out, she’ll your shirt down just enough to expose the area she seeks and bite down.

Silent Salt’s bite is right above the area between your two collarbones below your throat. Centered between your lungs and your vocal cords. While, again, a bite’s placement doesn’t change its effects, they like the symbolism. The thought of stealing your voice, plunging you into silence.

Thank you for sending in an ask! Hope you liked the answer I gave!

[floralscented]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDAHLIA'S SWEET 23 !

my birthday is on a holiday this year & so i decided that i'm actually just going to celebrate forrrr the entire month! hehehe. in april, i will be posting a drabbie / one shot / fic update a day, all centric around jackles characters ( . . . but primarily, probably, soldier boy PLS. ) and i want to invite you to help guide it!

rules include :

must be jackles or a jackles character (and one i know) !

anyone can participate! you may send in a general idea for what you want me to write, or reserve a day and worry about the details of what you want written for a little later, without the stress of deciding now on the spot ! all reserved days are randomly chosen. unavailable days will be listed.

you don't have to have an april birthday to claim a day, but if you have an april birthday, please tell me !! you will get priority over that day being claimed <3 happy birthmonth to us !

don't request weird shit. i hope this went without saying but i am not a cnc / dubcon / w!ncest / anything along these lines safespace with my writing.

that being said, there's no limitations to what you could request except for the things above ! fluff, angst, smut, slowburn, enemies to lovers, familial, romantic, platonic, aus ⎯⎯ you name it !! go ham !!

i am starting the preparations and plannings for this now because a month long, daily ordeal is a lot !! and i wanna give myself as much room for success in this feat as possible <3

make a reservation ! bold are unavailable. 24/30 taken !

april 1 . april 2 . april 3 . april 4 . april 5 . april 6 . april 7 . april 8 . april 9 . april 10 . april 11 . april 12 . april 13 . april 14 . april 15 . april 16 . april 17 . april 18 . april 19 . april 20 (happy birthday to me!) . april 21 . april 22 . april 23 . april 24 . april 25 . april 26 . april 27 . april 28 . april 29 . april 30 .

& finally, thank you, if you decide to participate !! i love the thought of celebrating my birthday (month. LMFAO.) with everyone, and thought i could give back in the process! not that i won't accept birthday gifts in return HAHAHA.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

mc being in the hospital wing and she asks for ominis and sebastian as so as she wakes up one of the professor's goes to get them

The First Names You Speak | Ominis and Sebastian x Reader

THIS WAS SO CUTE AND SWEET. THANK YOU ANON FOR THE ASK!!!

Words: ~2,900

Tags: Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, No Hogwarts House, Fluff

A dull, throbbing pain echoed through your skull as you drifted back to consciousness. The world felt sluggish, blurred around the edges, as if you were submerged in murky water. A deep ache radiated through your limbs, each breath rattling in your chest.

Something had happened.

The memory wavered at the edges of your mind, foggy but insistent. A flicker of firelight. The sharp crack of spellfire in the dark. The acrid scent of burning wood and singed fabric. The rush of adrenaline as you dodged a hex, your wand raised in defense. Poachers. You had been clearing out a poacher camp. There had been—

A curse.

It slammed into you with the force of a Bludger, sending you crumpling to the ground. You had barely registered the pain before everything had gone dark.

The realization sent a jolt through you, a gasp slipping from your lips as your body jerked in response.

Pain flared through your ribs. Your throat was raw, lips chapped. You forced your heavy eyelids open, the hazy glow of candlelight swimming into focus. The sterile scent of healing potions and fresh linens filled your senses. The Hospital Wing.

Someone moved nearby, the sound of soft footsteps and the rustle of fabric breaking through the fog in your mind. A blurry figure hovered at your bedside, and as your vision cleared in sluggish increments, you recognized the crisp white robes, the stern but gentle face of Madam Blainey.

“You’re awake,” she said softly, her voice a measured blend of relief and authority. She leaned closer, pressing the back of her hand lightly to your forehead. The coolness was a stark contrast to the heat simmering under your skin. “That’s good, but don’t move too quickly. Your body needs time—”

You tried to shift, but a sharp, aching pull through your ribs stopped you. Your limbs felt foreign, weighed down by exhaustion and something deeper, something residual from whatever magic had torn through you. A heaviness clung to your muscles, a dull throb pounding in your skull. You barely had the strength to turn your head.

But it didn’t matter. There was only one thing you needed right now.

You swallowed, throat dry and raw. Your lips parted, but the first attempt at sound was just a rasp, barely more than a breath.

“Pl—please, bring them,” you croaked, your voice barely more than a whisper, raw and uneven.

Madam Blainey’s lips pressed into a thin line, her expression flickering with disapproval. A firm but gentle hand settled against your shoulder, pressing you back against the pillows with just enough force to keep you from struggling.

You knew that she knew who you were asking for.

“Hush now,” she chided, her tone edged with quiet authority, though there was no true harshness in it. “You need to rest.”

You ignored her.

You fought against the weight in your chest, the sluggishness of your body. Their names burned at the back of your throat, but when you tried to say them, it caught, strangled before it could form.

Sebastian. Ominis.

Frustration clawed at you. Your body refused to cooperate, but your mind was clear, screaming for them, willing them to be here.

You sucked in a breath, willing strength into your voice. You wouldn’t let it slip away this time.

“Sebastian…” A pause. A swallow, thick and painful. “…Ominis…” please.

The words were hoarse, but they made it out, and that was all that mattered.

Madam Blainey exhaled sharply, clearly displeased with your insistence. “You need to rest—”

“Please,” you rasped, your voice cracking over the word. Your trembling fingers clenched weakly at the blankets, trying to gather the strength to push yourself upright. A mistake—the movement sent a spike of pain through your ribs, and you sucked in a sharp breath, barely muffling a wince.

Madam Blainey tsked, her frown deepening. But the desperation in your voice must have reached her because she sighed, long-suffering but resigned.

“Very well,” she relented at last. “Wait here.”

As if you had any other choice.

She turned briskly, her robes sweeping as she walked away, disappearing through the heavy doors of the Hospital Wing.

The Slytherin common room was subdued that evening, its usual undercurrent of quiet murmurs and flickering candlelight dampened by the weight of unspoken tension. The greenish glow of the Black Lake cast long, shifting shadows across the stone walls, making the cavernous space feel colder than usual.

Sebastian sat hunched forward at the edge of a worn leather couch, elbows resting on his knees, one leg bouncing restlessly. His hands were clasped together, knuckles white with strain. He wasn’t reading, wasn’t even pretending to. His eyes, dark with exhaustion, burned from lack of sleep, his mind running in endless circles.

He had never been good at waiting.

Ominis was silent in the chair beside him, his posture deceptively composed. A book lay in his lap, but he hadn't turned a page in over an hour. His fingers twitched idly over the spine, a restless movement betraying his own unease. He wasn’t reading either.

Neither of them spoke.

The fire crackled, its warmth failing to chase away the gnawing worry that coiled in both their chests. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked steadily, each second stretching the silence tighter, winding it into something unbearable.

Sebastian exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his already-messy hair. His patience had long since frayed. Every minute that passed was another minute of uncertainty, another minute of not knowing.

How bad was it? Were you in pain?

The silence stretched, pressing against them—

Then, footsteps.

Sharp. Measured. Purposeful.

Both boys stilled.

Professor Sharp’s presence filled the room like a sudden draft, cool and authoritative. His expression was unreadable as he crossed the threshold, his gaze settling on them both with a quiet intensity.

"Gaunt. Sallow."

Sebastian’s head snapped up, his breath caught in his throat.

Ominis straightened instantly, the tension in his shoulders pulling him upright.

Sharp didn’t waste words.

“She’s awake.”

The words slammed into them like a thunderclap.

Sebastian was on his feet before he even processed it, his chair scraping back against the stone floor with a sharp, grating noise. Ominis was barely a step behind, his breath catching as he turned instinctively toward the sound of Sebastian’s movement, his own urgency written in the stiffness of his frame.

Neither of them waited for further explanation.

Sebastian was already moving, his long strides eating up the distance toward the door, the simmering dread that had clung to him for hours replaced by something sharper, more urgent.

Ominis followed without hesitation, fingers curling into tight fists at his sides, his mind racing as he tried to hold onto the relief that threatened to slip through his grasp.

You were awake.

That was all that mattered.

The Hospital Wing had never felt so far away.

The corridors stretched before them, long and dimly lit, their hurried footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. At first, they tried to keep their composure, falling into a brisk, almost military pace behind Professor Sharp.

But Sebastian felt like he was going mad.

Each second felt like an eternity. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his breathing tight, controlled only by sheer force of will. He could feel the tension radiating off Ominis beside him, the way his fingers twitched, his usually graceful steps slightly more rigid than usual.

It wasn’t enough.

His mind was already ahead of him, pushing past the weight of decorum and expectation. You were awake. But what did that mean? How hurt were you? Had you asked for them? Had you—

The Hospital Wing was still too far. The walls of the castle felt suffocating, the air too thick, too still.

His pulse roared in his ears.

Sharp took a turn down another corridor, leading them through a passage toward the grand staircase.

Too slow.

Sebastian exhaled sharply, a sound of barely restrained frustration, his fingers twitching before he gave up the pretense altogether.

He ran.

The moment he bolted, Ominis turned his head slightly, feeling the shift in the air. "Sebastian—"

Sebastian barely heard him. His boots pounded against the stone as he took off, pushing past every ache, every barrier, every thought except get there, get there, get there.

Sharp didn't stop him. He merely sighed, his usual dry patience evident in the exhale. "Go with him, Gaunt. Before he takes down a suit of armor."

Ominis didn’t hesitate.

He might not have been able to see the path ahead, but he had long since memorized the way. He strode forward swiftly, his wand gripped tightly in his hand as he moved with calculated precision, his long strides quickening as he followed the fading sound of Sebastian’s footsteps.

Sebastian took the stairs two at a time, nearly knocking over a third-year who barely managed to dodge out of his way. The grand halls blurred at the edges as he twisted through corridors, dodging ghosts, sidestepping distracted students, his mind singularly focused.

He didn't stop until he reached the heavy doors of the Hospital Wing, his chest heaving, his lungs burning from the sprint.

His hands slammed against the wood as he shoved them open.

He barely registered the startled sound from Madam Blainey.

He barely felt Ominis stepping up beside him, his own breath steadier, but his hands trembling.

All that mattered was the bed near the far window.

The one with you in it.

Pale, propped up on a stack of pillows, your face cast in soft candlelight. You looked fragile, as though the wrong touch might shatter you, but you were awake. Conscious.

Alive.

His chest tightened, his pulse hammering against his ribs. The air felt thick, clinging, but all he could focus on was you—your tired eyes fluttering at the commotion, the way your fingers twitched slightly as if reaching for something.

For them.

Ominis stepped forward first, his movement almost mechanical, like he was forcing himself to keep from running. His fingers found the edge of your bed before sliding hesitantly over the blanket, his hand searching for yours. The moment he found it, he exhaled sharply, his grip warm and firm but careful, as if grounding himself through you.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, voice so quiet it barely carried over the room. But there was something raw in it, something unsteady. He squeezed your hand once. Not too tight, but enough to reassure himself that you were real.

Your lips curved into the smallest of smiles. “I asked for you.”

Sebastian made a sound—half-laugh, half-exhale, his body finally catching up with everything his mind had been screaming since Professor Sharp had appeared in the common room. He ran a hand down his face, his muscles tight from the sprint, from the hours of waiting, from the sheer force of his relief.

“Merlin, you scared us,” he muttered, dropping heavily into the chair beside your bed, as if his legs couldn’t hold him any longer. His hands hovered, indecisive, before settling on the blanket beside yours, not quite touching, but close.

Ominis hadn’t let go of your hand.

“I—” You swallowed, your voice hoarse, the words slow. “I tried to be careful.”

Sebastian scoffed, his lips pulling into something between amusement and frustration. “Yeah, well, you failed spectacularly.”

A weak chuckle left you, but it quickly turned into a wince. Instantly, Ominis’ hold on you tightened, and Sebastian leaned forward, eyes flicking over you like he could somehow assess the damage himself.

“Alright?” Ominis asked.

You nodded slowly. “I think so.”

Sebastian’s gaze flickered toward Madam Blainey, who was still standing off to the side, arms crossed as she watched the reunion with a patient sort of tolerance. “How bad is it?” he asked, his voice lower, controlled, but carrying the weight of someone who wouldn’t tolerate anything but the truth.

Madam Blainey sighed. “A nasty curse, but nothing I couldn’t handle. She’s lucky she didn’t take the full force of it—”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched. “Lucky,” he echoed flatly, his fingers twitching against the blanket.

Your gaze softened. “Sebastian.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and the worry that had been simmering beneath his skin for hours finally cracked through. The relief, the anger at your recklessness, the helplessness of not being able to do anything—it all clawed at his ribs, pressing down, threatening to drown him.

But you were here.

And you had asked for them.

His fingers finally moved the last inch, his calloused fingertips brushing against the back of your hand before he curled his own around it. Not tight, not demanding, but just enough. Just enough to be sure.

“Don’t do that again,” he said, voice rougher than intended.

You hummed, exhausted but amused. “Can’t promise that.”

Sebastian huffed, shaking his head, but you ignored his concern, your eyes searching his face before flickering to Ominis.

"You came fast," you said, the words slow and deliberate, as if each one took effort.

Ominis exhaled a quiet breath, shaking his head slightly. “Of course we did,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Did you really think we wouldn’t?”

Sebastian let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Like we wouldn’t tear through half the bloody castle to get here.”

Your throat tightened. You had known, of course, that they would worry. That they would come. But hearing it—hearing the weight of their emotions laid bare—was different.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, meaning it.

Ominis let out a quiet sigh, his grip firm but careful. “Just… next time, don’t make us wait so long to know you’re alright.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Next time, don’t get cursed.”

You huffed a tired laugh. “You’re both acting like I did this on purpose.”

Sebastian shot you a look, but before he could argue, Madam Blainey stepped forward, cutting through the moment with a practiced sigh. “Alright, that’s quite enough excitement. She needs rest.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched like he wanted to protest, but Ominis, ever the voice of reason, stood from where he’d been perched at the edge of your bed. He didn’t let go of your wrist until the last possible second, his fingers lingering before finally releasing.

"Can we... can we at least stay?" Sebastian asked, his voice quieter than before, all the sharp edges dulled by something raw and unguarded.

Madam Blainey paused, arms still crossed as she regarded them with a look that teetered between exasperation and understanding. “She needs rest,” she repeated, though the firmness in her tone had softened.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides before curling into fists. “I know,” he said, barely more than a breath. “But—"

"We’ll be quiet," Ominis added quickly.

Madam Blainey exhaled through her nose, studying them both. They had been in and out of this wing more times than she could count—detentions, duels, self-inflicted disasters. But this was different.

“Fine," she said at length, "But if either of you so much as breathe too loudly—”

“We won’t,” Ominis said immediately.

Madam Blainey rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. With a resigned sigh, she muttered something under her breath about 'stubborn boys' before turning on her heel.

Sebastian and Ominis barely waited for her office door to click shut before they settled in again.

Sebastian exhaled, sinking back into his chair with a tired sort of relief, rubbing a hand over his face. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t fully eased, but at least now he was here—close enough to reassure himself that you were breathing, that you were warm, that you were still with them.

Ominis pulled a second chair closer, the legs scraping softly against the floor. He angled himself toward you, his fingers brushing against the edge of the blanket before settling neatly in his lap.

"You should sleep," Ominis told you, his voice quieter now, gentle in a way that only came out in moments like these.

You hummed in response, brow furrowing with disagreement. “You just got here.”

Sebastian’s gaze flickered over your face, still too pale, still too worn. He could see the exhaustion in your half-lidded eyes, the way your breath came slow and measured, fighting the pull of exhaustion.

"We’re not going anywhere," he murmured.

Ominis nodded in quiet agreement, his fingers shifting slightly where they rested against the blanket, as if reaffirming their presence.

Finally, you let yourself close your eyes.

The boys didn’t speak again until the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing evened out, until the tension in your fingers slackened, until the last remnants of wakefulness slipped away.

Only then did Sebastian lean back with a quiet sigh.

Only then did Ominis unclasp his hands

"...Do you think she knows how reckless that was?" Sebastian asked, tracing the peaceful expression of your face.

Ominis hummed, tilting his head slightly, listening to the steady pattern of your breathing before answering. "Yes," he said quietly. "But you know she’ll do it again."

Sebastian let out a quiet, exasperated scoff, shaking his head. "She's an idiot."

"You say that as if you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing," Ominis murmured, arching a brow.

Sebastian had no counter to that, so he just huffed and crossed his arms, gaze fixed on you.

Silence stretched between them again, comfortable but pensive. Your face was relaxed now, the tension that had been there before melting away as sleep pulled you under.

Sebastian’s fingers tapped idly against his knee. His voice was softer when he spoke again. "Next time, she won’t be alone."

Ominis nodded. "No. She won’t."

It wasn’t a question.

It wasn’t a debate.

It was a promise.

[paperyowl]

For your prompt :

I really want a story where Deacon and Rocker have a house in the same neighborhood as Luca, with extra rooms for the kids.

One day, due to some problem with her apartment, Annie and the children have to stay with Deacon and Rocker. Obviously, it’s not simple, Annie is angry/hurt...

But she attends moments that make her realize that maybe the relationship of his ex with Rocker is more "fluid" and Deacon accepts more to be helped, instead of wanting at all costs to be the provider, he talks more with Rocker and relied and him more.

One morning, for example, Lila wants to go see her father in his room, and Annie sees them sleeping, Deacon being the little spoon and embraced by Rocker, something he had never allowed himself with Annie.

A few desires in bulk, I hope that it will inspire you!

Okay so, my only thoughts about this are: four kids are A LOT. xD Don't know if I did this justice, but I tried.

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"I hope these are okay," Rocker said as he put the extra blankets near the foot of the bed. Or rather beds - now pushed together to make room for Annie and her two youngest. Rocker looked apologetic. "Sorry about this. I know it's not ideal - we can get something else worked out tomorrow; it's just all been a bit..."

He made a gesture with his hand that indicated the chaos that Annie only knew about distantly now. She was still part of the 50-squat family. Just no longer as David's wife.

"That's alright," Annie told him, trying for a smile. "Thank you."

He nodded, telling her dinner was almost ready. Three of her kids were downstairs while Victoria was napping in her crib. Annie would get her in a minute and join them. Matthew and Lila were apparently setting the table - or, as she knew her kids, probably resisting that particular chore. But she wasn't going to say that out loud, not to Rocker.

It didn't seem right to go for a teasing remark with him. They weren't at that stage with each other - maybe they could have been once, before the divorce. Now, there were too many variables. Like Annie's tone, which she couldn't always control around Rocker. Or his reaction.

Annie had noticed how carefully he moved around her, never quite getting too close, unfailingly polite. It's hard to remember that she isn't really angry with him - David had made this decision. They'd made it together.

She was still a little wrong-footed by the whole situation. How could she not be? But it wouldn't do to dwell on that. She could be pleasant for a day or two until she got to go back home.

When Annie made her way down the stairs with Victoria on her hip, she just saw Rocker grab a shrieking and giggling at Lila under one of his arms. It seemed like the end of a rather short game of catch.

"Let's go help your big brother," Rocker told Lila, definitely not too firm, before carrying her the rest of the way to the dining room. The way the kids seemed to take to Rocker was sweet. He was good with them.

But Annie's attention was caught by something else - namely David. He was crouched next to Samuel, who had scattered quite a few toys across the floor. But his attention was entirely on Lila and Donovan. Before Annie could entirely figure out the emotion on his face, David spotted her.

"Hi," he said. "Are you two good?"

Annie nodded, and had to stop herself from walking over to him for a kiss. This was not them anymore. The realization hurt - and it must have shown on her face, too, because David came over to her, touching her shoulder briefly in a way that almost soothed her. But not quite.

Dinner was a bit of a production - which was to be expected with four kids. But between the two of them, David and Rocker entertained the older kids.

Honestly, the whole thing about preparing dinner, setting the table, eating together - it was all very domestic. There was a rhythm to how the kids moved here, how they interacted with David in this house. With Rocker. Had it really been a whole year since the divorce?

"Did they say when they could send someone to fix the water damage?" David asked a little while later. "You can stay as long as you need to, of course."

It was an earnest offer - and when Annie glanced at Rocker, he gave her an affirming nod. There was nothing on his face that told her he wanted her gone. (A cruel voice in her mind told Annie that she'd never suspected David had already fallen in love with someone else. She knew David could keep things from her, but she also wondered how good of a liar Donovan was.)

"The husband of a good friend of mine promised to help out," Annie said. She didn't add that they were divorced, too. That seemed like unnecessary information. "I hope he can take a look the day after tomorrow."

After dinner, Deacon and Rocker waved away Annie's offer to help with the dishes. Rocker made a comment about her day having been exhausting enough, and that was true - but neither of them had signed up to host all of them on such short notice. Annie wanted to protest.

"Work your magic and get the kids to decide on a movie," David said with an expression that Annie hadn't seen on him in so long that it felt vaguely nostalgic for a different time when they'd been happy in their marriage.

But David didn't linger and followed Donovan into the kitchen.

Annie set up the kids on the couch, and they really ended up deciding on a movie - there was a whole voting system they'd made up. Thankfully, Samuel was mostly too young and too starstruck with his older sibling to protest, and of course, Victoria was happy with mostly anything that was colourful. (This, in turn, was starting to be a bit frustrating for her eldest, but for now, Annie could bridge that gap.)

She was a bit struck by how precarious the balance in her family seemed to have become. It felt like so many things were slipping through her fingers - and some were already irrevocably out of reach.

"Mommy, can we get some snacks?" Lila asked, and it really had been a long day for everyone involved. Annie got up, and wandered back to the kitchen. She was almost certain that David kept some of his kids 'favourites in the cabinets at the far end of the kitchen-

"-stand there and be pretty," Rocker said teasingly. David huffed.

"It's not that bad-"

"You tackled a man down a flight of stairs."

Annie knew nothing about this. But that thought hurt less than the idea of David hurt, so she wasn't quite sure how to feel about overhearing this - stuck between two emotions.

"Two weeks ago!"

"You're lucky you're cute."

Annie was still hidden from view, but she'd inched forward enough to see David blush, laughing at the comment.

"What's with the compliments? Are you trying a new tactic to make me agree with you?"

"Is it working?" Rocker asked, hands covered in suds almost to his ellbows-and David grabbed his face with both hands to kiss him. It was a sweet kiss, something entirely tender.

"Maybe?" David suggested that when they broke apart, it was Rocker's turn to laugh. He finished washing his hands, drying them on a towel.

"You're the most handsome, sexiest-"

"Okay, that's a little much," David interrupted, but Annie could see how pleased he was even from the doorway.

"- kindest man I know."

Rocker's voice had taken an earnest edge - and when Annie saw the way David looked at him, with his eyes softening like that, she left quickly. Her mind was chaotic with guilt - she shouldn't have listened in, even if it had been an accident.

"Did they not have any snacks?" Her daughter asked when Annie returned to the living room. She had completely forgotten about that. At least Lila was still young enough to not question when Annie claimed she'd gotten a little distracted on the way. It was almost the truth anyway.

There was one good thing about all of this: It had been a while since Annie had shared the bed with her kids like this - and they were growing so fast that she couldn't help but wonder how soon she'd lose this privilege.

It had still been early when Matthew had asked, if he could go and play in the living room - and he'd taken Samuel with him when he'd asked without Annie's encouragement. She was proud of her eldest for that.

"Can we go wake Daddy and Don?" Lila asked when she had woken up just a little later, and Annie smiled at the sweetness of her daughter.

When they snuck across the hallway, the door to the bedroom was cracked, and Annie pushed it open a little more. In the half darkness, She could see their arms overlapping, fingers interlacing. The way Rocker held David was protective - somehow, she hadn't expected that. There was a gentleness in the scene, just in what little she could see in the low light and the shapes of the room, that spoke volumes to their relationship.

It still hurt a little. Probably would for a while - but there was a soft balm in the thought that David looked more relaxed in Donovan's arms than he had looked in a long time. And last night, he'd seemed so much lighter than she knew him. Annie wanted that for him.

"They've had a couple of long days at work, darling," Annie told Lila. "Why don't we go make breakfast for them?"

A little later, when she poured Rocker a cup of coffee, Annie thought she managed a smile that was a little more genuine than the ones before. You make him happy, she thought, and I can be grateful for that.

[genderqueerdykes]

I appreciate you talking about transmascs and transmasc issues so much as a young trans dude. Like legitimately one of your posts almost made me cry because it helped me feel a lot better, so I just hope you know you’re a joy and very much so appreciated.

aww thanks for taking the time to send this i appreciate it! that's so sweet, i'm glad i could've helped!

you deserve to feel good about yourself as a trans guy. there's nothing wrong with that. nothing. you're being your true self. someone being who they actually are is the most beautiful thing you can encounter. when someone is truly happy with themselves, when someone is truly happy in their skin, it's radiant, and infectious. it helps other people around them feel more comfortable in being themselves.

if someone tries to tear you down for being a trans guy, please keep in mind that that person wants you to be miserable because they are miserable, and you do not have to give it to them. misery loves company, but you don't have to comply. trans joy and trans pride is for trans guys, too. we are allowed to be proud of who we are. we are allowed to love trans manhood and transmasculinity. there is nothing to be ashamed of. only love for who you really are

take care of yourself! i hope that in time this attitude dissipates. it's not helping anyone. if you need any help, feel free to send another ask and i'll do my best!

[uceyliyahh]

SNEAKY LINK

Summary: After having a one night stand with each other Kiyana and Jey decided to become sneaky links until she grew attached to him will he be able to feel the same as her?

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

Jey Uso x Kiyana

word count: 5063

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

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

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

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

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"I just want you to be careful sis, I know he's my best friend but if he hurts you I'll end up hurting him,"

"You know I can take care of you better than that Uso over there,"

"Let's go out for dinner sweetheart,"

"The fuck is yo' problem Kiyana?"

KIYANA Today marks a significant moment for me as I prepare to strut down the runway for the fashion show. To say I'm feeling nervous would be an understatement; it's been quite some time since I last walked a runway—around three years, in fact. The anticipation for tonight is building, and I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety.

I had no photoshoots scheduled today because Nathan insisted I concentrate on my runway performance for tonight's fashion show. So, I spent the day at home, enjoying some healthy snacks while watching TV. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up to find a message from Liv.

IMESSAGE 💬 Liv🌸: heyyyy girly tonight is your night girl how are you feeling? Yana💗: I'm feeling pretty nervous for today you know just gives me the jitters Liv🌸: you got this girl, I heard it was going to be a lot of folks there too so you better work girl Yana💗: thanks girly you're so supportive of me Liv🌸: you're my best friend ofc I'm going to support you in the end girl, so what's tea? Yana💗: about? Liv🌸: you and Jey what's happening? Yana💗: nothing really he's been sending me gifts lately and spoiling me like I'm his girl when he's dealing with someone already ain't that weird? Liv🌸: yeah that's weird he should be spoiling Jaida and not you Yana💗: I mean I don't mind it but it's too much honestly you know? Liv🌸: yeah especially yall aren't a couple only sneaky links Yana💗: idk if he's tryna put me in that category of women but it's not happening Liv🌸: I understand so how are you truly feeling about this? Like be honest with me Yana💗: if I'm being honest with you I might have caught feelings for him but it comes and goes especially when I realize that he's dealing with her all those feelings go away Liv🌸: so basically losing and gaining feelings for him again? Yana I don't want this to ruin your mental you're a sweet girl who deserves someone to love on you not just someone who fucks you whenever they please. Yana💗: I hear you bestie but I'm focused on my career that's important to me and whatever he got goin on is none of my business Liv🌸: period I'm glad this whole situation is not tearing you down and I think Cody knows about it... Yana💗: WHAT? Liv🌸: yeah he asked me about today at work I told him I don't what's happening between you and his best friend so he said he'll swing by to see you Yana💗: damn it...I mean he's my brother older brother at that he has every right to know so I'll just talk to him about it. Liv🌸: alrighty girl lmk how it goes and I'll see you tonight! Love you Yana💗: love you too

I was caught off guard by Cody's awareness of the situation. It's likely he saw the pictures of Jey and me shared with my close friends. I should have removed him from that list to prevent this from happening. I set my phone aside and focused on my meal, patiently waiting for Cody to arrive so we could discuss the unfolding drama between Jey and me.

I haven't received any word from him since his visit a few days back, but honestly, I don't mind at all. He's not my partner, and I certainly wasn't his girlfriend—it's as straightforward as that. While enjoying my meal, I heard a knock at the door. Recognizing it was Cody, I paused my show and made my way to the door.

As I swung the door open, I was greeted by the sight of my big brother, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a warm smile on his face. He stepped inside, handing me the flowers with a cheerful demeanor, and I placed them gently on the table.

We settled onto opposite ends of the couch, my legs crossed as I patiently awaited his words.

"Hey, my wonderful sister how are you feeling for today?" Cody asked.

I sighed deeply, "if I'm being honest, I feel nervous for tonight brother," I said.

"You'll do great tonight out there sis even mom will be proud of you when she sees you," I gave him a smile knowing that my brother got my back.

"So what's goin on between you and Jey Yana?" I knew he was going to get straight to it I couldn't lie to my brother that's his best friend of course, "We are just messing around with each other," His facial expressions changed into a confusing one.

"Don't beat around the bush with it sis I understand you're a grown woman,"

I shared with him the story of my night at the club with Jey, revealing how I ended up losing my virginity to him in his hotel room. I also mentioned that Jey and I have developed a secret connection, navigating our relationship as sneaky links.

"Sneaky links?" He asked as I nodded my head.

"Yeah, but we get to live our lives separately and have no strings attached," I said.

"I just want you to be careful sis, I know he's my best friend but if he hurts you I'll end up hurting him," I can understand where my brother was coming from he's been protecting me all of his life since we were kids since we didn't have a father in our lives Cody would do anything for me.

"I understand brother I'm very focused on my career right now and not worried about what he has going on with his shawty," Cody gave me a faint smile knowing that I wasn't letting this get to me especially mentally.

I must admit that I had a bit of a crush on him, but as I explained to Liv, my feelings were quite inconsistent. I realized that he likely didn't share the same feelings, especially considering his current situation with Jaida.

I refused to let myself be foolish over something unattainable and not rightfully mine, so I couldn't understand why he was so worked up about it. Cody lingered a bit longer to fill me in on his journey in wrestling and his rise to becoming a champion, and I couldn't be prouder of him.

I've been caught up in my modeling career lately, which has kept me out of the loop with all the wrestling happenings. Thankfully, my brother has been there to fill me in on everything. After a while, I received a message from Jey himself, but I made him wait while I listened to my brother's updates.

My phone buzzed incessantly with his messages, reminiscent of a needy boyfriend craving attention, prompting me to roll my eyes and silence the notifications.

"Is that Jey texting you?" Cody asked.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to be rude since you were talking to me about what's been happening," I said.

"It's all good little sis, just see what he wants," I pulled out my phone seeing messages from him.

Big Papa😩 sent four messages

Big Papa😩: wya mama? Big Papa😩: I miss you today is your big day Big Papa😩: I'll be there after I deal with things with shawty Big Papa😩: You ignoring me?

IMESSAGE 💬 Yana💗: no I wasn't ignoring you sir I was busy talking to my brother Big Papa😩: Aw Aight I was just making sure Yana💗: even if I was it would be for a good reason but I don't have a good reasoning right now Big Papa😩: mhm wya tho? Yana💗: I'm at home eating something healthy and talking to Cody Big Papa😩: why you didn't tell me Cody was your brother? Yana💗: you never asked? 🤨 Big Papa😩: don't get smart little girl Yana💗: whatever nigga what you want actually? Big Papa😩: I'm tryna see you I know you miss me Yana💗: I miss the thought of you 😭 Big Papa😩: you don't be saying that when I be fucking you screaming daddy this and daddy that Yana💗: 🙄 Big Papa😩: that's what I thought now lemme come see you Yana💗: you gon have to wait until Cody leaves Big Papa😩: that's my dawg he already know what's happening between us Yana💗: I mean I already told him our situation..he's very protective over me so be careful just saying Big Papa😩: why? It's not like I'm hurting you or anything we aren't a couple just giving each other what we need.

Ouch well that makes great sense to me.

Yana💗: yeah, ofc even when I'm not in the mood you got someone to help you out with that 😭😭 Big Papa😩: you been talking reckless what's up with that? Yana💗: no reason Big Papa😩: mhm I'm otw Yana💗: k

 I set my phone aside, rolling my eyes as I noticed the worry etched on Cody's face. "Are you okay, Yana?" he asked, his concern evident. I nodded and offered him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, it seems like Jey is coming over to see me," I said.

"That's good I could speak to him before approaching you," he said.

I anticipated this situation, but I have no complaints. After all, he's my brother, and it's only natural for him to look out for his little sister.

"You wanna watch this show with me while we wait on him?"

"Yeah, let's go ahead and watch it," Cody said as I unpaused the show.

༊*·˚

JEY Kiyana's behavior has changed noticeably since my visit to her house a few days ago. I couldn't quite grasp the reason behind it; I initially thought she was simply prioritizing her career over the complications with me and Jaida.

I understand that she's likely feeling anxious about her fashion show tonight, so I decided not to press her about her unusual behavior and the reckless things she's been saying to me. As I arrived at her house and noticed Cody's car parked beside hers, I turned off my engine and stepped out, making my way to the front door.

I rapped on the door, anticipating either her or Cody to answer. As I waited, I scrolled through my social media, liking various pictures, particularly those from Jaida's profile. It was during this time that I noticed Kiyana had recently updated her story.

yanasworld posted on their story!

I was really taken aback by that tweet she shared in her story. What on earth was she trying to convey? Is there a deeper reason for her behavior, or is she simply indifferent to the situation?

I couldn't believe my eyes as the door swung open, revealing Cody with a bright smile. It looked like he was about to head out, but then he unexpectedly pulled me aside. What could his intentions be?

"What's up Uce," I said.

Cody stated, "I understand the dynamics between you and my sister, but I need to emphasize something important. Don't allow this situation to jeopardize her career; there will be repercussions. She has an incredibly promising future ahead, and I can't stand by while my best friend puts that at risk."

My face twisted in confusion when he said that. "What do you mean by that? I'm not trying to hurt her; I'm just enjoying myself," I argued.

"It's important to be mindful of her feelings. As her brother, I understand how sensitive she can be, always longing for things she can't have. So, please, do me a favor and tread lightly." I completely get where he's coming from; if I had a sister in Kiyana's position, I would want to protect her just the same.

As he approached his car, we embraced warmly before he climbed inside. I turned and walked into the house, noticing Kiyana was nowhere to be found. After shutting the door behind me, I slipped off my shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack. Then, I made my way upstairs to her bedroom.

As I opened the door, I found her nestled in bed, curled up tightly under the blankets, seemingly engrossed in her phone. I slipped into the bed beside her, gently wrapping my arms around her waist, which made her flinch at my unexpected touch.

"Jesus, Jey you can't be sneaking up on folks like that boy," I laughed as she spoke, gently flipping her around so that she could look at me directly.

I found myself captivated by every detail of her face, gently resting my hand on her cheek and stroking it softly with my thumb. Her smile, which I cherished deeply, lit up the moment. Yet, a part of me recognized that this was merely playful banter; after all, I had Jaida waiting for me at home.

I pressed my lips gently against hers, and to my surprise, she leaned in, drawing her body closer to mine. As we began to kiss passionately, I realized this was a new experience for me. I had never been this tender with her before, perhaps influenced by the words Cody shared with me before he departed.

As our mouths intertwined, my tongue danced within hers while her fingers glided through my mullet. I reveled in the sensation of my hands roaming over her body, firmly grasping her curves. It was a passionate struggle, our tongues vying for control in a heated exchange.

I dragged her onto my lap, straddling me, and as she ground against me, I planted nothing but moist kisses on her neck, causing her to moan softly in my ear, which made my dick rise in my perspiration.

As our lips lingered in a passionate embrace, a thought suddenly struck me about something she had shared on her story. I gently pulled away from the kiss, my eyes drawn to her beautiful face.

"What's up with this quote you posted on your story mama? Did I do something?" I asked as she shook her head.

Kiyana reassured him, "It's not your fault; I'm just experiencing these feelings at the moment, that's all." Deep down, she was aware that the quote she had shared was aimed at him, but she felt compelled to conceal the truth.

She nodded with a smile, reassuring him, "I just wanted to ensure everything was fine between us. "Yes, we're good, Jey." Though uncertainty lingered in my mind about her words, I hesitated to press her further.

I felt my dick pop up and strike her in the butt as I began to untie the thread around her sweatpants and take them off of her along with her underwear.

Once more, my hands were stroking her face—she is so gorgeous. I haven't even touched her yet, but I could feel her hot pussy oozing for me. She got up and aligned herself with my dick within her entrance, making us both groan loudly as we felt how warm she was inside.

She was jumping up and down on my dick, hanging onto my chest for support so she wouldn't fall, and her eyes were dark and full of need, just like mine.

"Ouuu, fuck. Daddy...your dick is so prefect for me," Kiyana moaned as I gave her left ass cheek a few slaps.

"Yeah? Keep on bouncing on it you'll get a reward from daddy princess," I responded back to her.

 Following our time together, we nestled closely in her bed, relishing the intimacy of the moment we had just shared. She remained silent, gently toying with my hair, creating a serene atmosphere that spoke volumes without words

I found it concerning that she was so quiet; it suggests that something is troubling her, and she may not be ready to discuss it.

"What's on yo' mind mama? you seem quiet," I asked her as she gazed up at me.

I could hear her take a deep breath before she finally spoke, "Jey, I'm really anxious about tonight. What if I mess up out there or something?" It was surprising to hear her express such nerves, especially since she had been performing for years. Why was she feeling this way? 

"Mama I think you'll do great out there don't doubt yourself for a second aight? You're perfect," Her smile lit up the room, casting a spell that captivated me completely. I gently pressed a tender kiss on her temple, savoring the moment, before leaning in for another kiss on her lips.

It quickly escalated into another passionate moment as she embraced me, her arms around my neck while I held her at the hip. She was simply flawless. Just then, I felt my phone vibrating, interrupting our intimate connection.

"Hey, someone's calling you I'll be back I gotta get ready for tonight," she said as she got up from her bed heading towards the bathroom.

I answered the phone, recognizing Jaida's voice, and immediately knew it was her reaching out to me.

OTP Babygirl💋: hiii daddy wya Jey🖤: I'm over here at a friends house chilling what's up? Babygirl💋: what friend? Is it that girl Kiyana? You fucking her? Jey🖤: nah baby I wouldn't do that to you, she's nothing to me compare to you Babygirl💋: good I can't wait to see you I miss that big dick of yours Jey🖤: I miss you too baby I'll see you after I leave from here aight? Babygirl💋: okay daddy see you Jey🖤: aight then baby

CALL ENDED

I could hear the shower running, which led me to believe she was enjoying a long soak. As I got up from her bed and slipped into the clothes I had worn earlier, the sound of music wafted from the bathroom. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I grabbed my keys and made my way downstairs, eager to see Jaida before Kiyana's fashion show tonight.

༊*·˚

OMNISCIENT Kiyana was overwhelmed with thoughts, particularly about the conversation she overheard between Jey and Jaida just before she stepped into the shower. The way Jey was playing with her emotions left her feeling unsettled, especially since she was already grappling with her own inner turmoil regarding her feelings for him.

Kiyana dismissed the thought, determined not to let anything divert her attention tonight. As she sat in the makeup chair, she watched the other women preparing for the show, each one radiating excitement and energy. Yet, amidst the bustling atmosphere, she felt a profound sense of loneliness, longing for Nathan to be there with her in this moment.

She was thrilled to learn that Fka Twigs would be opening the show tonight. The thought of her favorite artist taking the stage brought a smile to her face. It was going to be an exciting night filled with famous faces, including her best friend, her brother, and the Uso's.

She felt an overwhelming weight in her mind and heart, grappling with emotions for a man who was ultimately out of reach. Jey's actions stirred a longing within her that she had secretly desired for so long, and now that it was within her grasp, the realization that she couldn't have it was devastating.

"Ladies! This evening is your chance to showcase your talents and open doors to new opportunities, so let your brilliance shine tonight!" Kevin encouraged us, and we all erupted in cheers of excitement.

The initial group of girls, adorned in their outfits, radiated beauty like diamonds just as the show was about to commence. The enchanting sound of Twig's voice filled the air, creating a magical atmosphere. Suddenly, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, prompting her to turn around.

Nathan and Patrice stood behind her, holding a bouquet of roses and cards, which made her smile as she embraced them warmly.

"Oh my goodness I thought I wasn't going to see you guys tonight!" Kiyana said.

Nathan exclaimed, "Why on earth would we skip your spectacular night strutting down the runway, looking absolutely breathtaking? Kevin even allowed me to choose your outfits for the evening!" She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise.

"Really? You're kidding?" Nathan shook his head he was being serious about it Kiyana placed the bouquet of roses and cards on her table before getting up from the chair that's when Kevin approached them.

"Kiyana, sweetheart, you'll be right behind Jazmine over there. Just keep your confidence high and shine out there!" Kiyana nodded as Nathan approached her, bringing the beautiful angelic wings for her to wear, perfectly fitting the theme for the evening.

She gazed into the mirror, adjusting her voluminous afro and ensuring her makeup was flawless. After sharing a final embrace with Nathan and Patricia, she stepped behind Jazmine, who greeted her with a cheerful wave.

Kiyana silently prayed, wishing to maintain her composure on the runway and to block out the negative energy swirling around her. As the line dwindled, she found herself inching closer to the stage, peering over Jazmine's head. There, she spotted her brother, her mother, Liv, and the Uso's seated together, captivated by Fka Twigs' enchanting performance.

She was taken aback to find Jey there, especially after spending time with Jaida just before he arrived with his brother. She had assumed he would remain with Jaida, but she chose not to let it affect her.

Jazmine followed the other girl as she returned, leaving Kiyana feeling anxious and isolated. Her nerves seemed to slip away as she caught a glimpse of Jey, who was watching her. However, she quickly averted her eyes, choosing instead to focus on the runway ahead. As she walked confidently, she lost herself in the rhythm of the music, holding hands with Fka and strutting her stuff like a true star.

She paused to flaunt her outfit, blowing a kiss to the audience before retreating backstage to change clothes, preparing to make her return.

She swiftly changed her clothes with Nathan and Patrice’s assistance, slipping into a stunning outfit he had chosen for her, adorned in elegant white and gold.

"You look absolutely stunning Yana," Patrice said.

 "I can't express how grateful I am to see all of you here with me; it completely eased my nerves," she exclaimed, wrapping them in a brief hug before returning to her place behind Jazmine, who praised her outfit.

༊*·˚ As the show concluded, Kiyana slipped into her after-party dress, exhaustion washing over her from the night's events. Just then, she heard someone calling her name. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of her best friend, her brother, their mother, and the Uso's entering the room.

"Oh my god Yana you looked so good tonight you did your thing out there girl!" Liv exclaimed as she hugged Kiyana.

"Thank you I was nervous you guys, yall don't even know," Kiyana said as she smiled at her mother who was giving her a hug along with her brother.

As she completed her task, she noticed Jey approaching with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. How many roses could one person possibly need? With a smile, she accepted the flowers and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.

"You looked gorgeous tonight, walking out like that," Jey said placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Gratefulness filled her voice as she expressed her thanks, "I truly appreciate it." Meanwhile, the group opted to grab some drinks while Kiyana engaged in conversation with her new friends, all the while sensing a pair of eyes intently observing her every action.

She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, causing her to pause mid-sentence, thinking it was Jey. However, when she turned around, she was taken aback to find a towering man, standing at 6'3", right behind her.

"May I help you?"

"Yes , you can actually," he said getting her hand while placing a soft kiss on it.

The man exuded an undeniable charm, with his strikingly handsome features complemented by his captivating eyes. Their beauty was almost ethereal, resembling sparkling diamonds that seemed to hold a world of wonder within them.

"I couldn't help but to find you looking absolutely stunning tonight down the runway," Kiyana had smiled at him as the girls left her alone with him.

"Thank you, I don't know how many compliments I can take for tonight it's getting me all worked up," she said.

Jey observed the scene unfold, his heart sinking as he watched her smile at another man. The sight of her giggling and flirting with someone else stirred a wave of jealousy within him. He realized he couldn't just stand by; he needed to take action.

He tuned into their discussion, eager to decipher the subtle hints the guy was dropping about Kiyana. Jey watched as he drew Kiyana in by her waist, leaning into whisper something in her ear that Jey could almost hear.

"You know I can treat you better than that Uso over there," Aaron whispered pointing directly at Jey.

Kiyana arched an eyebrow, scrutinizing the man as she challenged his motives. "Oh? Is that so? What exactly do you mean by that?" she inquired, her tone sharp, while he let out a soft chuckle in response.

"Let me take you out to dinner sweetheart," he said.

Kiyana and Jey locked eyes, and he gestured for her to join him, wanting to have a private conversation away from the crowd. She informed the man that she would return shortly and moved toward Jey, who gently took her arm and led her away.

Cody and Jimmy exchanged knowing glances as they observed the scene unfolding before them, fully aware that a pivotal moment was on the verge of occurring between the two.

In a deserted hallway, Kiyana abruptly pulled her arm from Jey's grasp, casting him a bewildered look that suggested he had lost his mind.

"The fuck is yo' problem Kiyana?" Jey questioned her.

"What do you mean What is my problem? I haven't done anything wrong," she said.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about Kiyana you got this fool all up in yo' face while I'm here," Kiyana couldn't understand the source of his sudden attitude; after all, he had merely invited her to dinner.

Suddenly, it dawned on her—Jey was feeling jealous. Jealous that another man was engaging with her, particularly if it wasn’t him or her brother Cody. She stood there, arms crossed, shooting him a piercing glance. "Jey, you can't be serious right now! I believed we agreed to live our lives independently and be with whoever we choose in this arrangement."

"But you know yo' ass been mine since you walk into the club you've been mine Kiyana now this bitch ass boy wanna be all over you and you entertaining the shit," She couldn't believe what she was hearing right now.

"What I do with someone is not your damn business Jey just like how I don't be saying shit when you're with Jaida I mind my fucking business so you should do the same hell he could probably treat me better than you can," He felt a profound pain within, but he masked it well. Approaching her, he gently encircled her throat with his hand, locking his gaze onto hers.

"Don't fucking play with me Kiyana saying shit like that knowing I'll fuck yo' shit up," Her emotions begin to blossom as she observes his possessive and dominant nature, as he asserts his claim over her despite the absence of an official relationship.

She was grappling with her emotions regarding him, struggling against the inner turmoil of her feelings. Yet, she had to face the reality that he was already in a relationship. So, what could possibly explain his confusing behavior?

"Really? Probably have to remind me then, like I said whoever I'm with is none of your business—" Kiyana experienced the intensity of his lips pressing against hers, the kiss passionate and fervent as he lifted her by the thighs, carrying her toward his car, completely oblivious to the party around them.

By the time they arrived at his car, he had opened the door and pushed Kiyana into the back seat before slamming the door shut behind him as he began removing his shredded pants and underwear, revealing his dick.

"Take these fucking panties off and hold yo' legs, I'm finna remind you that you're mine and only fucking mine," Jey said with aggression in his voice that send shivers down her spine.

He slipped her dress over her stomach and slammed himself inside of her, causing her to wail loudly as he began giving her his harsh strokes with his hand wrapped around her throat.

"J-Jey..W-wait...fuck," Kiyana moaned.

"Ain't no fucking wait to late for that, I gotta put you in yo' place and you better not run from me either you hear me?" He grunted.

When she didn't respond to him she earned a slap on her left ass cheek causing her to whine, "Yess I hear you I hear you fuckk," she threw her head back in pleasure while Jey was beating up her gummy walls.

Kiyana realized at that moment that he was determined to hold on to this situation with unwavering resolve.

Sneaky Link

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yanasworld: After Party 😘 uceyjucey: remember you mines mama 🤫 yanasworld: @ uceyjucey I know I'm yours 🖤 americannightmarecody: @ uceyjucey y'all two good? uceyjucey: @ americannightmarecody yeah we good uce aaron_pierre1: damn you're so gorgeous baby 🙂‍↕️ yanasworld: @ aaron_peirre1  thank you 💗 jonathanfatu: you did great out there Kiyana ❤️ yaonlylivonce: period my best friend ate yall up i loved the fashion show bestie 🥹 yanasworld: @ yaonlylivonce thank you bestie 💗 biancabelairwwe: i saw a clip of you and girrrl you looked gorgeous honey trinity_fatu: looking stunning as ever

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jonathanfatu replied to your close friends: Uce what I say dawg be careful dawg Kiyana does not like to be in drama biancabelairwwe replied to your close friends: Ooop 👀👀 I'm sensing drama??? trinity_fatu replied to your close friends: Jey? What's goin on with you and Kiyana? yaonlylivonce replied to your close friends: sir??? americannightmarecody replied to your close friends; remember what I told you earlier today about my sister romanreigns replied to your close friends: what's happening rn? u ain't fucking with Jaida anymore?

A/n: that dinner is still on the table will Kiyana go to the dinner with Aaron or will her feelings betray her because of Jey? Finna get messy I'll tell you that.

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STAY UCEY

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Sujamma Morndas

(since I live in the future)

Tagged by @skyrim-forever thanks for tagging me in this. Tagging @sulphuricgrin @dayundying @archangelsunited @saltymaplesyrup @firefly-factory @nyarevar @pocket-vvardvark and anyone else who's interested. I struggle trying to tag people... Topic: This week, Sujamma wants to know about YOUR OC's special someone. What makes their relationship special? How did they meet? Were they enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies? Lovers AND Enemies? Are they romantic or platonic? What's their favorite way to cuddle? Favorite date night? Anything and everything you can think of 💕

Josh has a bit of a complicated relationship with romance. He had a string of very close loves as the era turned, but a series of losses has left him with a metaphorical hole in his heart that he's struggled to fill for the past two hundred years. His general rule has been to seek out companionship purely for physical reasons and never moving past that. He knows deep down that he can't go through the prospect of losing someone again. When he gets attached there's no prying him off and he takes rejection quite harshly, death even more so. It takes a lot to make him feel safe enough to re-enter those waters but he's managed to do it four times in 200 years so we'll go over his major romantic entanglements.

Maralie Omani

Maralie was Josh's first romantic partner, though he's had crushes beforehand, nothing really eventuated more than a kiss or a date here and there. He met Maralie when he was 17 and was skulking around the servants quarters whilst his family was staying at the Omani Manor on Elmas Island. Maralie was a few years older than him, and had faked being sick to get out of yet another stuffy party.

Josh was liberating sweets from the larder when he ran into Velanda Omani's granddaughter, and the two hit it off. Social class (Josh being Velothi) complicated things and the two would meet in secret throughout their time together at that manor and would later fall into the same arrangement whenever they were in the same city. After two years of this, Maralie would find herself betrothed to a third cousin who lived in Narsis. Josh, heartbroken by this news, started making plans to elope with her because that worked so well for his parents after all. Unfortunately the couple were found out and this led to a series of events that would see Josh end up in prison in Cyrodiil after going missing for three years. (Servitude within the Camonna Tong).

He wouldn't find out why Maralie never came to the gate that final time until after he was released from prison almost forty years later. He's heartbroken that he missed seeing his son, Adren grow up.

The two would rekindle their relationship as Josh led a group of Dunmer out of Morrowind as Red Mountain erupted (he leads out several). He started making some headway with Adren on this trip as well and thought maybe he'd get a second chance at actually parenting. Unfortunately, Maralie's husband finds out about the affair and sends Josh fleeing to Solstheim. He hears from his son a few months later that Maralie had succumbed to a sickness that had swept through the slums of Windhelm and that he was not wanted at the funeral.

It would be the last time Josh had an interest in a romantic partner until 4E199.

Ilaba'andul-Sul Erra'am Urshilaku

If you were to ask Josh who his first love was, he would tell you that it was Erra. The two had something that Josh has never found again. Some strange, all encompassing closeness that has Josh unable to tell where he ends and Erra begins. This connection is increasingly apparent in the centuries after Erra's death where Josh becomes a walking shrine to his memory.

The two met as part of a job Josh was running for the Blades. Cosades' initial Ashlander contact, Hassor Zainsubani, had recommended Erra's services as a guide and liaison. He would speak on Josh's behalf whilst he sort an audience with the Urshilaku Ashkhan and Wise Woman, respectively. Josh managed to make a terrible first impression with being several hours late to their meeting and then shirking Erra off to go drink with some strangers.

It all gave Erra a terrible headache the next day.

The two start to hit it off once they both clear things up with each other. Erra ends up risking breaking several customs just to help Josh succeed in getting the info he needs about the Nerevarine prophecies. He'd grown incredibly fond of Josh in the month they ended up spending together, and the two end up exchanging letters. They meet up in Ald'ruhn right before Josh vanishes for three months. Erra starts to think that maybe he had read Josh wrong and had decided to try and move on when he started being questioned by Imperial Agents on Josh's whereabouts. He decides to shoot Josh a final letter to and address he had given him in Suran and ended up getting a reply back from Josh's mother and later from Josh.

He had been sick, though Josh never detailed much more than that and the two would start sending letters again for a few more months until Josh just stopped sending them.

Erra chose to wait for a few weeks, concentrating instead on purchasing a house in Maar Gan. Eventually he did get another letter from Josh asking to meet and for an escort north.

The two would not separate again until Erra's death, though it would still take the two a few weeks and a severely injured Josh for them to actually admit how they felt. Once that happened, you'd rarely see them apart. They were so close that the Nerevarine legend peddled by the New Temple just ends up merging both of their exploits to the point that the stories resemble neither of them.

Erra and Josh end up marrying/linking ghosts outside the confines of the main tribe (same sex unions were not a thing within Ashlander society until after Josh and Erra force it). It was a contingency plan for the aftermath of Red Mountain, that Erra alone would have ownership over Josh's remains and Ghost after his death so that he couldn't be messed with (Josh's worst fear is being forced to inhabit a bonewalker after death.) Only things didn't go to plan and the wrong guy died.

Josh goes into several long periods of mourning after Erra's death, still choosing to wear full mourning gear whenever he acts as Ashkhan. Josh models himself after Erra in a lot of ways, from his choice to take on mercenary work, to his auxiliary work with the Redoran, to his choice of clothing. He becomes a walking shrine to those whom he's lost, it's just that he had more of Erra's stuff on hand whereas he'd lost most of his memorabilia of the next person on this list.

Saint Jiub!

He met Saint Jiub once, you know?

Okay maybe it wasn't once, and maybe it was over a period of six years, and maybe he thought he had finally found someone who loves him for him again.

Josh met Jiub on an Imperial Prison Ship en route to Vvardenfell. The two exchanged words, though Josh was busy acting as hostile as possible. They were released separately and Josh didn't think much on the encounter.

They would cross paths a few months later when Jiub was out running supplies between Redoran outposts on his Silt Strider. He ended up spying some poor idiot being attacked by cliff racers during an ashstorm and decided to help him out. Only Josh is a difficult mer to actually help.

He ended up loading a delirious Josh into the caravan and took him to his destination. This interaction went a little smoother, though Josh's awkwardness still muddied things.

They would not meet again for another four years, after Josh gets black out drunk in an alley behind Jiub's apartments in Kvatch during the third celebration of the Nerevaine's defeat of Dagoth Ur in the Dunmeri diaspora.

Jiub ends up patching Josh up and Josh just...doesn't leave. They fall into a comfortable domestic bliss. Jiub was busy writing his memoirs, and Josh was in serious need of anonymity. They decide to move south to Bravil only for the Oblivion Crisis to strike the night before their big move.

Josh lost everything that night, fleeing Kvatch with nothing but the clothes on his back, their matching engraved rings and a heart heavy with guilt over not being able to save someone he loved.

He would move into another period of mourning and still wears the rings they had carved for an eventual marriage ceremony on his left hand.

Sydari Aralen

Josh and Sydari have a bit of a complicated relationship. They clash a lot over the first two years of their on and off relationship. This is mostly because Josh keeps pulling away whenever things get too real for him. He's old by this point and he's bogged down in so much emotional baggage that Josh's ability to assess anything is strangled by his constant expectation that he'll be left grieving again if he lets anyone get too close.

Sydari would have to smash down his walls by force.

Though the two technically met in the Retching Netch in 4E199 where Josh drunkenly makes an ass of himself, Josh does recognise her from somewhere. Namely a messy Azura propelled skooma induced vision that lead Josh out of a massacre about 90 years prior. Josh believes that skooma induced vision damaged his brain a little, making him easily paranoid (more so than he initially is). As a result, Nerevar's found more of a footing to feed into that paranoia.

This ends up pitting Josh and Sydari against each other whilst ultimately trying to get rid of the same problem and this causes a lot of mess to begin with. It was only as Sydari took it upon herself to figure things out that the two started working together. Josh falls very quickly, regardless of his attempts to stop it which sends him into a push and pull loop.

They get together briefly after Frossel only for Josh to mess things up with a freak out on his behalf. They are on and off for two years until Josh finally can't take the instability anymore and just lays his cards out on the table (well most of them). Sydari has been waiting for him to do that for a long time and the two finally get together...

Sort of...

Josh does this the same day that Sydari has to infiltrait the Thalmor embassy and ends up uncovering Josh's identity. The two have a huge fight and break it off. Josh ends up wandering Skyrim off his face for a month until Hircine finds him and Sydari spends her time avoiding Thalmor Justicars and picking up old men from the Ratway.

In that time Sydari gets Josh's dossier translated (or what could be translated, his journals are written in a code on a select few people know). From what she could gather, Josh hadn't been keeping his identity from her for malicious reasons. (Boi is 99% trauma responses). She writes a letter of appology to Josh, hoping it would make him come back.

He comes back, but not with the letter.

The two spend a week locked in Sydari's suite at the Sleeping Giant Inn. Partually because Josh needs a rest and partually because he's finally telling her everything.

They become completely inseperable afte that night. Which is why Josh takes Sydari's dissaperance so hard. Sovngarde takes her away for six years and he kinda loses his mind and bargins with the island of Solstheim trying to find her.

Gotta drop Josh and the Husbando art.

[doodle-pops]

Playing With Fire

Curufin x fem!reader

Request: Can I request a nsfw!fic for Curufin? Maybe late at night reader goes to the forges to bring him to bed and he decide instead to have some fun down there with her? I always see this kind of fic for Celebrimbor and Fëanor, I think Curufin too deserves this (I love this tsundere boy). Thanks!

A/N: I have been waiting to release this fic since it got sent in. I’m mad that I waited this long before posting it.

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, rough sex, dom!Curufin, hair pulling, spanking, pet names (good girl), praising

Words: 2.2k

Synopsis: Being a good wife always had its perks, especially when all you sought was the best for your husband.

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One hand locked in your hair while the other gripped your waist with a precision so deadly, it reminded you of how strong your husband was truly capable of being. A sharp tug to your head and you were being turned to meet his lips in a messy, heated kiss over your shoulder while he rutted into you with the same efficiency he placed into his craft. The table shook, knocking against the wall with a loud thump, yet neither of you seemed to care—too caught up and lost in the throes of pleasure as his cock drove deeper and harder with every thrust into your wet heat.

You struggled to keep up with his lips as they devoured yours in an all-consuming kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth, hot and demanding, swallowing the little noises you made as he drove his cock even deeper. His breath was hot and raspy against your face as his mouth dragged from yours, stopping at the corners of your mouth to lick at the corners when your pussy gave a particularly harsh clench around his cock. A dark string of laughter escaped his lips when your walls continued to clench around him, giving small kisses along the length of his cock and massaging him just the way he enjoyed. The action caused his veins to rub and glide so smoothly along your spongy walls, sending forth a gush of slick to slip from your pussy and coat the base of his cock.

“You should have stayed in bed,” he murmured against your lips. “But since you’re here, might as well put you to good use. Tell me, sweet wife, did you come here just to be fucked?”

You hadn’t the opportunity to reply as he pounded into you vigorously, making your eyes cross and a loud wail slipped out instead. To him, it was the perfect response, show him just how needy you truly were for him.

“You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” His voice was thick with want as he sent another harsh thrust, but this time, he held his hips still to grind the tip of his cock against your sweet spot. The way your body crumbled under him, his grip on your hair tightened as he pushed your cheeks against the cool table while he dragged his mouth to the shell of your ear. “Worried for my health, were you? Though I needed a reminder of why I should be in bed instead?”

His lips traced the outer shell, moving to your lobe to kiss the delicate and sensitive flesh before taking it between his lips and sucking on it. His head would occasionally dip to litter kisses across your shoulders, biting the skin as he pummelled into you with want. Your immediate response was a whimpering moan as you attempted to shift your hips to grind down on his cock, wanting him to move just an inch. But Curufin held you firmly, his fingers digging into your hips and leaving behind red bruises that would surely blossom into purple flowers in the morning. His fingers slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh while he pressed forward, applying more weight against your sweet spot as his cock continued to torture you.

Your nails scraped against the polished table for leverage but found none. And just when you thought you were done for, he decided to straighten up, dragging his cock leisurely with him, out your heat, leaving only his tip in. The hand that gripped your hair slid down to find purchase at the back of your neck, firmly keeping you in place. The moment he did so, a sharp cry escaped your lips as he drove his hips forward. With every slap of his hips, your body lurched forward only for him to pull you back onto his cock.

“Running from me, wife,” he hissed, his fingers digging into your flesh. “You should know better than to run from my cock—you came here for it. So you’ll take every inch of me.”

A straggled moan slipped passed your lips as your fingers clutched the edge of the table, knuckles tense from the sheer force of his newfound pace. The tools on his table rattled, but easily the sound of them drown out and replaced by the slick and sweaty sounds of his hips colliding against your ass. “Listen to that. Hear how wet you are for me,” he groaned, giving a small squeeze to your neck as a warning to be quiet and listen.

Following his command, you bit your lip at the obscenely, erotic squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your wet and slick pussy. The pat-pat of his balls followed with each thrust as they collided against your clit, shooting tremors of vibrations throughout your body. You couldn’t believe your pussy was capable of making such lew sounds, let alone when combined with his cock driving faster with every passing second, you seemed to grow wetter, the lewd sounds increasing. Your pussy was greedily sucking his cock and refused to let him go which made perfect sense—your pussy knew that it was being fucked good and taken care of by your husband. It wanted his seed and wouldn’t let him go until he gave it.

You were gushing like a fountain for your husband. Seeing him all hot and sweaty, covered in soot as he hammered a piece of silver into shape, easily got you worked up as you attempted to convince him to come to bed. Of course he would take your concern for something else, otherwise, you wouldn’t be bent over his work table, taking his cock so perfectly and gushing all of his cock and thighs. A ring of cream wasn’t an unfamiliar sight the deeper he pushed the more you gushed.

“So needy, dripping for me so easily. And you expect me to resist this when you come in here dressed like that?” Your nightrobe was tossed over his chair while your nightgown was bunched around your waist. It was his favourite. One he gifted you as a wedding gift, and you’ve always worn it as a silent invitation that you wanted him. What else were you expecting when you wore that and came to beg him into bed?

A deliberate roll of his hips and he tightened his grip around your neck, keeping you needlessly pinned against the next thrust that had your toes curling. Every moan that escaped your lips, you didn’t care how whiney or incoherent they sounded. All that mattered was your husband giving you a good fuck and satisfying your needs just as much as his. You were being a good wife for him—caring for his health.

“You love it, don’t you? Coming in here all concerned, acting so sweet, but really, you just wanted to be fucked like this. Bent over my table, dripping onto the wood while I fill you up?”

“F-fuck…yes…” you breathlessly sobbed into the cool table, your eyes all teary as your tears spilt from the corners and pooled on the table. Curufin didn’t miss the sight of your tears and grinned, leaning down—the angle causing his cock to hit that right spot—to whisper against your ear.

“Crying for my cock, wife? Am I making you feel good?” His palm landed on your ass in a sharp slap, making you jolt forward, your eyes shutting and lip biting as you concentrated on the waves of sensation. The force of the slap prompted you to jolt forward only to be pulled back against him again, your back arched in a perfect curve. The sensation sent another rush slick between your legs leading to your walls clenching around his cock. He shuddered and groaned the tight squeeze, his fingers flexing into the softness of your ass before he gave another sharp and deliberate thrust. “Don’t hold back, my love. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

That was all needed before his name spilt from your lips like crazy. Every raspy gasp, every sigh, every cry, his name escaped your lips, and in return, he rewarded you by going deeper until you could feel the imprint of him in your stomach. With his lips hovering near your ear, the breathless groans as he went deeper or a particular clench from your pussy, echoed in your ear, your fingers dropped between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit in desperate circles, every touch making your coil tighter inside you.

“Good girl,” he praised, his eyes darkening even further as they flickered down to watch you pleasure yourself. “That’s it. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

“P-Please…” You weren’t sure what you were begging for as the words left your lips, but you knew for sure that you didn’t want him to slow down or stop. Grinning at your plead, his hand slid to your hair and entangled deeply at your roots, giving you a good tug to lift your head off the table and push you into a deeper arch, forcing you to meet each of his harsh thrusts.

His lips came down to capture yours in a filth kiss, swallowing your moans and lips in one go. Tongue pushed past your lip with ease as his hips pounded away, jolting your body forward. Your tongues battled against each other, and Curufin dominated you easily, prying your mouth open to suck on the muscle. His other hand trailed to your grope your ass, squeezing the plumpness and mapping out the exquisite flesh before bringing a hand down to slap it. Breaking the kiss to let you gasp for air from his incessant pounding and spanking, Curufin kept your head tilted upwards and locked his eyes with your doe eyes—the little starry and distant look he observed swelled his pride as your husband, he was doing an excellent job.

Not once did his lips leave the shell of your ear as he kissed the entire length, nibbling at your lobe and sucking it between his lips. “Please what, little wife? Please fuck you until your ruined? Please make your pussy mine—as if it wasn’t? Please fill you up?.”

You exhaled intensely at the sudden dip in his tone when he bit the tip of your ear. You violently shuddered, your nails digging into the polished edge of the table as you fought to survive. On the opposite end, your pussy was tightening around his cock as your high was approaching, your fingers working tediously to bring you over the edge. “Hmm, so close,” you rasped, as you felt your jaw slackening at the increasing heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. “F-fuck! I’m cummin—”

“Don’t hold back,” he growled as he delivered another slap to your ass before pulling you closer and down on his cock. “I want to feel you cum around me. Make a mess all over me. Let me fill you up.”

Whimpering like you were the one in heat, his name fell continuously from your lips like prayers as you felt the fire tumbling and coursing throughout your body as his poundings had you seeing Varda’s finest creations in plain sight. You couldn’t resist his command when he ordered you so sweetly. The obscene squelching sound of his cock driving into your soaked pussy echoed in the dimly lit chamber, each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin. Your fingers curled around the edge of the table as your body shuddered with each deep, punishing stroke. His thrusts turned erratic, faster, harder, his thick length driving into you over and over, your juices coating his cock and dripping down your thighs. He was close, his breathing uneven, his grip on you almost bruising. The way he fucked you—raw, desperate, possessive—sent you hurtling toward the edge, and with one final stroke over your clit, you shattered around him.

“By the Valar, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as your walls tightened around his cock, milking him for everything he could give, his grip on you tightening as he drove into you harder, chasing his own pleasure and pushing you into overstimulation as your walls continued to flutter around him.

He could feel his hips stuttering, his cock swelling as he continued thrusting as he neared. One final time, his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside you as he spilt his cum, his body shuddering against yours. Your eyes rolled back at the extra sensation and prompted you to tremble under his larger body, convulsing against the table. He held you there, pressed flush against him, as you both caught your breath, his cock still pulsing inside your throbbing, slick heat. His hands smoothed over your hips, fingers tracing gentle patterns over your skin as he slowly withdrew, a satisfied hum leaving his lips at the sight of his seed dripping from between your swollen folds.

“Next time,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “just tell me you want me in bed with you, hmm? I’ll make sure you don’t leave it again.”

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I. Would. LOVE. NSFW head cannons for Elliot (SDV) if you have the time!! 💕💕💕 I just romanced him for the first time and adore him.

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thank you sm for the request!! I hope you like it!! loooove Elliott but only romanced him for the first time recently too so hopefully I got a good enough grasp on him!!! (´ ω `♡)

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Definitely a super ‘old-fashioned’ romantic type

He likes to light candles and scatter rose petals whenever he wants to make love to you

He never calls it sex or fucking, it’s ‘making love’ or ‘carnal pleasure’ or a myriad of other flowery euphemisms he comes up with

I imagine he often pours you a drink beforehand, wine or champagne (some nice homemade juice if you don’t drink alcohol), enough to make you feel nice and loose but never enough to impair your consent

Will always take time to admire your appearance, even while inside you, waxing lyrical about your beauty

Such a rambler! He is constantly talking to you during sex, praising you, admiring your beauty, telling how good you feel around him, how good you taste

(I feel like he would sometimes say something so poetic that he’d want to stop and quickly go write it down, but after you got annoyed with him the first time he did it, he decides pleasing you is more important than his writing)

Loves to tuck your hair behind your ear or push it from your face.

“Eyes on me, darling, show me all the pleasure you’re feeling,”

He’d totally be a missionary guy, but then I feel he’d also be up to try out some very out there positions if he comes across them in his reading

Finds you irresistible, always admiring and touching

So! Many! Erotic poems and letters! Like so many… seriously…

He would definitely send you a normal love letter and include an obscene line right at the end to mess with you

“All in all, I am looking forward to the upcoming Egg Festival! I cannot wait to bury myself between your immaculate thighs once more and feast until the sun rises in the east, your pleasure is my sole reason for being, the ultimate balm to my weary soul. Write back as soon as you can, my dear, I am dying to know how you have been!”

You are the muse for all of his works, he has mostly been writing erotic romance since the two of you began dating

If he’s trying to figure out how to write a scene, he will just get you to re-enact it with him… and then once again because he forgot that he was meant to be making mental notes the first time

He’s very passionate, often sweeping you off your feet with romantic gestures, suddenly overtaken with a ravenous need for you which may lead you to secluded corners or behind trees in the forest

Although he prefers to set up a romantic atmosphere, these 'rendezvous' are something he craves from time to time

Some nights he has you sit between his legs, his fingers buried inside you as he reads an erotic novel aloud over your shoulder, matching the movement of his fingers to the action in the novel

Definitely has such a sexy deep voice he puts on when he reads to you

Lots and lots of kissing! on your lips and butterfly kisses all over your body

Definitely loves it when you run your hands through his hair

Whispers sweet nothings to you in public

“I can’t help but remember how divine you looked beneath me last night,”

“I do so love it when you bite your lip, my darling,”

Would definitely love to see you in luxurious clothing or lingerie

A big fan of perfumes, always notices the moment you try a new one

A lovely scent on your skin could easily be enough to arouse him

He is all about beauty and sensuality and the experience of it all

The smells, the tastes, the sounds, the sights!

Definitely would love to listen to soft music while you make love 

Or the sounds of the rain or the ocean while you are safely indoors and warm in each other’s embrace

Would enjoy tracing your body with a feather, caressing the curves and plains reverently

So much hyperbole and melodrama! You are a goddess, he would move the earth for you, no one has ever been so alluring as you! But he completely means every word

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[ressjeon]

Movie date(s): Kim Taehyung

Genre(s) Eros, Pragma

Row&Seat: Row 4, Seat 3

Menu orders: Fries

I want a PG13 one! Thank you so much! Stay safee.

pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

summary: your workaholic husband's been out of reach and you're hoping that cooking his favourite food will finally bring him out from his lair.

genre/au: fluff, light angst, suggestive, ceo!au, est. relationship

warnings/content: nothing really? they're just cute and in love ig lol

a/n: i do apologize for this being years late but i hope you've been well! thank you again for requesting back then, i hope you like it :)

☞ part of @btsgoldnetwork’s two hearts, one love valentine’s day event in 2022 🎞💓

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The scene before you is already expected; your husband being holed up in your home office for who knows how many hours now. Being a CEO has never been an easy job and you've accepted long ago that this would be the typical lifestyle you'll have once you marry Kim Taehyung.

However, that doesn't mean that you both never tried to change things up. Making time for each other is the number one thing and changing habits would be the next, in which your husband has yet to come in terms with.

You've just entered Taehyung's study when you notice how he serious he's been working on his current project, his thick brows furrowing in concentration as you approach his form. Your hands slowly land on both his shoulders while you're standing, taking a peak at his monitor from behind him.

"dinner time, tae" you state after a minute of silence.

Your husband tends to get lost in his focus when he has a goal so you waited for a few seconds. His eyes are still fixated on the screen although his shoulders release their tension when you squeezed them, a sign that he knows why you're here.

"i made japchae" you try again, enticing him with his favourite.

Taehyung did smell the delicious scent of savory aroma with hints of sesame oil and sweet vegetables from the kitchen earlier but he just had to get this done. You finish work before him, cooking dinner as soon as you arrive so you both can eat at the same time.

It's one of the changes that you both compromised and he chose not to respond to you when you called him down to eat to maintain his focus.

"hmm"

"love?"

"tae, that's enough, you can continue after eating"

"sorry baby but i really need to finish this for the video conference tomorrow morning. it's for our Singapore branch." he sighs in frustration, not at you but this proposal that he has to submit before midnight.

Taehyung's been feeling awful since he feels like he's taking out his frustrations on you sometimes. He knows you're just concerned because he's been staying up too late just to finish this.

You don't even see your husband every morning but at least he takes the lunch that you prepare for him each night before. Taehyung's known for being hardworking, like how he was in college when you first met. Even so, he's never neglected you in any way so you eventually got used to it.

It doesn't mean that you never cared nor that you're tolerating his unhealthy habit. You just understand him, like how he does understand you. You both have been very open to one another so it didn't get in between you.

People have been telling him that this trait doesn't really matter since he'll inherit their family business anyways. It used to affect Taehyung a lot and it drove him further since he has something to prove.

You both got married after university, right when Taehyung had to take over their family business. Regret never came into your mind when you married him this early because you've been dating for years.

So that means you knew that there's no changing his mind. You take a deep sigh and leaves without a word, sending Taehyung in a little panic that he's upset you. He was about to stand up and follow you downstairs when the doors of his office room opened.

Taehyung wanted to turn around and gauge if you're mad or what. But instead, he continues staring on his laptop; the itch to continue where he left off stopping him from asking you.

Your footsteps near him but you still haven't said a word, just placing the plate beside his computer.

The previous method didn't obviously work on your husband so maybe this one will do.

You approach his form again, planting both your hands on his shoulder and hugged him after.

"want me to give you a massage?" you ask, sounding normal with your lovely tone each time you ask him so Taehyung's a bit suspicious.

He didn't answer right away so you're assuming it's a no. Before you could retreat your arms though, he holds them to stop you from pulling away.

"i'd love to baby, thank you" he smiles even though you can only tell with his bread cheeks.

Taehyung relented because you do seem upset earlier when he didn't want to eat. His tense muscles gradually loosen as your fingers work on his knots, closing his eyes eventually as he scrunches his face. He's beginning to relax fully when you lean in and kiss the side of his bare neck, instantly causing shivers through him.

"japchae's on the table, with your cherry coke" you whisper and Taehyung doesn't want to think that you're teasing him. All he can focus is your breath fanning against his skin, turning his swivel chair around to face you.

Without a word, your husband grabs you towards his lap, his arms hugging around your waist. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, "eat with me?"

"but i already did, earlier when i called you" you reply with no traces of you being upset or accusatory in your tone.

However, it dawns on Taehyung that you ate alone because he ignored you so now he feels bad. You sensed it though, cupping his face right away and kisses him. A form of reassurance that you're not mad at all so he has nothing to worry about.

Taehyung surprised you when he deepens the kiss and you let him, truly missing your husband these days.

"i'm hungry for something else" he rasps but you pretend to be unaffected with how his voice went several levels lower.

"what? you don't want my japchae anymore?"

"of course i do, but you're enough" he smiles, pecking your lips once before he descends to your jaw. You're chuckling in relief as Taehyung continues to leave lingering kisses along your neck, the dinner you prepared for him now long forgotten.

His lips leave your skin for a bit to turn off his monitor while you undo his necktie. Your husband's focus is finally on you, giving you his boxy smile after with genuine admiration in his eyes.

"i love you tae" you sighed before kissing his lips, not letting him respond with how excited you are for what's to come.

[ilysungho]

hi again! 🍓 here :) to start, ofc I have compliments for your writing! I love your ideas and how you capture the members, esp bc you portray them as both sub and dom so well!

speaking of, dom myungjae will be the death of me I swear 🫠. I think him being so usually-sweet adds to his appeal as a dom bc its fun to think only you can bring out that side of him yknow? also, lovee the finger sucking inclusion! and writing mine on your dress with his cum?! crazy hot n so jae-coded since we know he's quite possessive 🤭

i think he'd take enough photos to fill a gallery. he'd pose you, making you arch or open your mouth, even sliding back into the mess he made for one. but once he's done with his art project maybe he'd finally take pity on you... pushes your dress up now and dives in to eat you out like he's starving (munch jaehyun real)

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oh you're so sweet love :( thank you so much for your compliments, it really does make me happy to know what you think about what i've written thus far. i can only hope that it gets better as time goes on. part of why i'm able to write as well as i do is because of my anons who send in so many amazing and creative asks so i'd like to thank you all for helping me! i love you guys so much <33

dom!myungjae is just a lover to you. he'd treat you so much sweeter than he treats anyone else. if he's as loving as he is now, he'd be a 100 times so with the love of his life. he's so incredibly loving of you, and that makes him so possessive of you too. he acts out when he sees anyone even looking in your direction. he has to let them know that you're taken and very much his, which leads him to being very into pda in any sense possible. but i digress!

he most definitely has a folder full of pictures he's taken of you while having sex. he wouldn't go around showing them to anyone because they're for his eyes only, but he would boast about how he is able to always make you feel so good. during times where he is so horny, he'd love having a photoshoot with you, taking pictures in all the positions and ways you described. his constant praise would have you so much needier, begging him to fuck your needy hole. "now darling, be patient. i'm trying to take some pictures of my sweetheart here." he'd say as he continuously clicks pictures of your body. eventually, after he's done, he would finally sink down to your cunt, exposing it after lifting your dress, exclaiming at how you're oozing out all your slick for him. he'd be so playfully teasing about it, asking you how long you've been this wet for, whether you were this wet during the event too. he'd have so much fun teasing you until you pull his face straight into your pussy, grinding against his smirking lips. and he gladly shuts up to eat you out properly as a reward. the dress is completely unusable once you take it off of you, but he would keep in mind to buy you more dresses like the one you have on currently.

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Hey friend! I actually don't really know you all that well other than your art, but I thought I'd stop by your askbox to send some positivity, because I saw you getting some nastys in your inbox, and that's just not cool.

First of all, I just want to say that your art is amazing. It's literally outstanding. Down to your colours to the way you draw bodies to your baller animations/animatics. I love the saturated colours and energetic cartoony expressions! Besides that, your ocs are awesome, I love your 963 and Alex, and all the art I've seen of them has been immensely charming. Alongside that, your Clef design is among my favorites, and I love how shamelessly your ship your oc with him. It takes guts! And that's very impressive and inspiring!

Lastly, I just wanted to bring attention to how kind you've been within the community. Anytime I see you on my dash, you're friendly and engaging and usually collaborating with others in the community, always refreshing and nice to see! Thank you for that!

Going to sign off with a lil drawing of your oc;

Don't listen to the downers. Keep being awesome friend! ❤️🦷

UGHHHHFJNGKFKA IM SCREAMING THIS MADE MY DAY I'M CRYING/pos

You are always so sweet I'm so glad, I love your art and the kindness you share, it warms my heart a lot, I will keep this in my mind at all times ❤️

AND THE ART IS AWESOME AAAAA shaking you I cant ToT 🫂