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Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ] pt. 2 (NSFW)

A/N: Was not expecting the attention the last one got. I already had a part 2 in my head as soon as I posted it. Sorry if the writing is off! I'm a bit rusty. Enjoy!

MINORS DNI

Warnings: smut, teasing, light bondage(?), oral, creampie

Velvette's fashion show was ongoing. She somehow set you up to model one of her latest pieces as the grand finale. You liked to dress up but being in front of crowds that didn't involve killing made you nervous. "C'mon bitch! Are you ready?" She switches up your hair into a fitting updo, showing off your TV wire inspired earrings. "Oh Vox is going to love this one." To be honest, you did want to tease Vox a little bit to get back at him for spying on you. Valentino sneaked you into his office while he was asleep at his desk and you saw that most of the cameras were paused on you. "Did you really put on a whole show to fuck with him?" You asked, straightening out the skirt she had you put on, "And does this outfit have to be this short. You know I don't like showing off too much skin. Gives too much to look at." Your statement made Velvette and Valentino laugh, "Babe, with a body like that you should be showing off. It's almost a crime to keep them hidden." Val slaps your ass and pushed you towards the curtain, "You're almost up, knock Vox dead. Do that move I showed you too."

You rolled your eyes at them and walked away. Val looks down at Velvette, "$100 bucks if he short-circuits." She grinned, "$100 if he gets up and they fuck later." The two shook on their deal and walked around to get to their seats.

Vox didn't typically sit for Velvette's shows but you had asked him to show up because of a piece you said you wanted him to see. The two other Vees sit next to him, "You look like you're having the time of your life, Vox." Val teased. "Fuck off, if Y/N didn't ask me to be here, I wouldn't be. Where is she anyways? I would expect her to be here considering she wants me to see this piece so bad." Velvette gasps, "Wow. So you wouldn't even show up to my show if I told you to come? I'm so hurt." Her words filled with sarcasm. "Shut up. It's almost time for her part."

Vox blinked, "What? What do you mean he-" Her finger covered his mouth and Val moved his head to look at the stage, blowing out some smoke for "effect" as you make your way down the catwalk.

You donned a gorgeous off shoulder top that showed too much, or too little as Val would say, of your cleavage. A skin tight skirt that rode up a little bit as you walked the catwalk hugged your hips. Above your skirt, the strings of your thong (that Velvette insisted you wore) peeked over adding a little extra flair. And the best part? You were of course in Vox's signature colors. You did a spin showing off the outfit and scanned the crowd. Your eyes locked with Vox's and you smirked as you thought about what Val taught you hours before. You bent over in his direction, one hand on your knee and one hand on your hip. You spun on your red bottom heels and posed one last time for the cameras, looking at Vox before leaving him with a wink. You looked away as soon as you see his screen glitch, red liquid oozing from the side of his mouth.

After the show, you put on a mesh coat. Velvette came running at you with a hug, "You did wonderful! I knew you could nail that. Have you seen the ratings?" She whipped out her phone with an article raving about the latest show with you front and center of the pictures, "The people love you! And the sales are coming in." You smiled, happy that you impressed the fashion critic herself. "Glad I could make you proud, Velv." Claps came from behind you and you turn to see Valentino and Vox, walking side by side. "Amazing work, sweetie. You nailed the tit show." He smiled, giving you a hug as well. "Thanks Val. I would never have done that move if you didn't teach me the art of captivating an audience with my tits. You're the master." You elbowed the tall sex demon. "So, did you like the show Vox?" You looked up at him, trying to make the eye contact that he wasn't reciprocating. "Come on~ Did my tits glitch you out." You teased. He cleared his throat, finally making eye contact with you with his signature smile. "I already knew you were hot, baby. I love the color combo." He gives you a hug, whispering into your ear, "Did you do that on purpose to fuck with me?" "Pfff. Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?" You spin around and pulled Velvette close to you, arm over her shoulder, "Besides, I'm not the fashion genius here. She is." Velvette gave him a teasing look and laughed, "Oh I would never! You're reading too much into it. Now shoo, Y/N and I have an afterparty to go to!"

You weren't a fan of parties but Velvette insisted you come. Well, she bribed you with some drinks. You grab a glass of wine and walked out of the club to get a breath of fresh air. As you scrolled through your phone, you see from the corner of your eye a familiar red figure walking towards you. It was the radio demon himself, Alastor. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite the pleasure!" He grabs your hand to shake it, "I've seen your influence around town from the latest fashion show put on by the overlord Velvette and might I say you're quite the stunning lady." He plants a kiss on the back of your hand. You had your guards up, this was Alastor. The demon that brought down overlords as soon as he manifested into hell. What the fuck could he want from you? "Thank you for the praise." You say as you pull your hand away from him, "What can I do for you, Alastor sir?" You back up slightly, taking steps back towards the entrance of the club hoping Velvette could see the predicament you're in. "Nothing too much. I just have a couple of...questions for you, my dear!" He grins menacingly, "You seem to be in close quarters with Vox, would you like to make a deal?" You scoff, "A deal? I'm not stupid. I'm not making a deal with you. What do you want?" "Would you like to go on a little outing with me?" "A what." "An outing! A gorgeous doll such as yourself must be exhausted having to deal with that annoyingly loud picture show." He was talking about Vox, "I could show you a better time. I can give you aid taking down all those who you wish if you permit me." Before you could answer, a glowing blue circle appears at your feet plunging you down to hell knows where. You land in Vox's lap, his face glitching with rage. "That fucker--Thank the seven rings I was watching around the club you were at." "Vox I-" "That little prick! I'll show him he shouldn't mess around with the Vees! That motherfucker-" "Vox." "-is lucky I wasn't there!" He chuckles, his one eye going crazy at the thought of Alastor hurting you. "Vox!" You yell, finally getting his attention. He seemed to have forgotten you were still in his lap in his fit of rage. He looks down at you, blushing a bit as you were still in the clothes from the fashion show. "Can you let me down please. Your little desk is cramped and I can't get myself off without getting tangled in your cords." Vox, in a panic, backs his chair up, a cord getting caught in one of the wheels and throwing you both back. He catches your head with his hand as to not hurt it. "Fuck. My bad. I was ju-" He cuts himself off noticing the position you're both in and the state of your clothes. He was on top of you and your top got yanked down a bit which meant your tits are now in full view. Not to mention the fact that you somehow got wrapped up in his cables. Him glitching at the sight of you made you smirk, "You like what you see? Or are you too angry at the radio demon talking to me to notice anything?" You cockily said before laughing, pulling your top up to put your tits away, "Now can you help me out of your cables, please?" Vox didn't move. He was frozen. You thought that maybe he short circuited. "Hello? Vox?" You place your hand on his screen, trying to knock him out of his daze, "Vox are you in the-" Before you could say another word he pins your wrist down above your head as he crashes his lips on yours. You melt against his, returning his affection. You taste a faint hint of mint on his tongue as he wraps it around yours, almost battling for a spot in your mouth.

When he pulls away, you were out of breath. You watch his eyes scan your body and take in the sight. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself to you. You just look...so hot right now." He says, taking his hand off of your wrists and trying to back up to free you. Your eyes wander and notice the bulge in his pants. A dirty thought crossing your mind. "If I look so hot, why don't you do something about it." You smirk up at him, gently guiding your knee over his bulge, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm stuck Vox, helpless under you. You really going to throw this golden opportunity away for both of us?" You teased. Vox composes himself and lets out a low chuckle, the antenna on his head letting out some sparks. "You've been driving me insane all day, babe." He speaks in a low tone, his voice turning you on. You feel around above you and grab the nearest cables and tangle your wrists in it, "Show me what you can do, Vox."

He didn't hesitate to undo his bowtie. He took off your top, tossing them to the side before lifting up your skirt. He was taken aback at the thongs you were wearing, they matched his shirt. "Did Velvette put this one on you too?" He asks as he caresses your inner thigh. You purr at his touch, "Mmm...No. Those ones are mine. I got them after your confession~" "You know how to drive me crazy." He slides your thongs off and lightly drags his finger over your slit, making you shiver in excitement. "Now it's my turn to drive you crazy." His blue tongue sticks out of his screen and goes straight into eating you out, relishing your taste. You suppress your moans as to not let anybody else hear. "Be loud, this room is soundproof."

His tongue enters you and swirls around, driving you as crazy as you've been driving him. You squirm in pleasure as the overlord feasts upon you, licking up all the juices. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, your face flushing in delight, "Ah. V-Vox." You moan out, "I-I'm gonna-" He doesn't stop one bit, if anything it seems like he sped up. The knot grew tighter and tighter until you came all over his face. He pulls away, grinning as he looks at your shaking body.

"Let's go somewhere, more comfortable for you." He untangles you with ease, besides your wrists, and teleports the two of you into his already locked bedroom. He plops you down on the bed before taking his pants off, his cock leaking pre-cum. You drool at the sight of his length, "Come here." You say, still a bit out of breath, as you get on your knees for him. "Giving me orders now?" He chuckles as he got closer to your face, his cock resting on your cheek, "Is this what you want, babe?" You look up at him with lust filled eyes before you take him into your mouth, tongue wrapping around his length as you your head up and down. He grabs your hair, making sure it stays out of your face as he looks down at you sucking him, "What a good girl," He purrs, caressing your cheek. You pick up your speed, eager to taste him. Vox grunts in pleasure, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself deeper into you, "Make sure you take every last drop." He grabs your head and starts fucking your face deeper as he gets closer. His cock twitched before letting a load down your throat. He pulls himself out of you, your lips making a pop as he did. You open your mouth to show him what was left, closing it to swallow and opening it back up again to show him that you didn't leave a single drop. He puts his hand under your chin, "Now ass up, sweetheart." You wasted no second getting into position for him. You've been dying to take his cock ever since he confessed to you. Ever since you found out he watched you on his screens. Ever since you laid eyes on him actually. "You're drenched, babe." He grins as he rubs his tip at your entrance, "Beg." You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to see if you can slide him in yourself. He grabbed your hips firmly, slapping your ass, "I said, BEG." he demanded. "Please Vox." "Please what?" He teased his tip, pushing just a little bit in, "What do you want? Speak up." "Please fuck me senseless, Vox. Please." You pleaded in desperation. He grabs your hair, pulling your head up closer so he can whisper in your ear, "Good girl." God the way his voice changes sent shockwaves through out your body.

He enters you slowly, "I'm going to make your entire body glitch the way you made me glitch." He was relentless. Torturing you almost. He picked up his speed and started pounding into you. You moaned in delight, enjoying how rough he was with you. "Faster, please Vox." Your request filled with pleasure, "Vox. Pl-please!" He slaps your ass in response, letting go of your hair and holding your head down on the bed, "Since you asked so nicely." He kept himself at a quick pace, taking in the sight of you drooling on his sheets. He pulls out of you to flip you over, you were about to whine but him suddenly filling you back up again stopped that quick.

Your walls tightened around him, "You're so tight. Are you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" Your brain was turning into mush, rendering you unable to form a real response. The only sounds coming from your mouth were ineligible slurred words and moans. "I'm going to fill you up as deep as I can. I'm making you mine." He growls, pinning your tied wrists above your head. He plants on your chest before licking your exposed chest. He leaves hickies all over your chest, marking this night on your body for only him to see. You feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again and you're positive he can feel it too. He grunts as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, pounding you senseless into his mattress.

"V-Vox. Pl-please." He kisses you with as much passion as he could give as you cum around his cock, tightening your walls so much you squeeze him dry as he released his fluids deep into you. The electricity crackled as soon as he came before everything powered down around you. He pulls away from you, resting his head on your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You can see the light emitting from his face flickering different colors.

He pulls out of you, his cum flowing out. He grabs a towel to clean you off as well as he was able to before cleaning himself off. He unties your wrist before plopping down next to you. You nuzzle up next to him. The city lights turn back on and the light seeped into his room. He seems to have kept the lights off in the room. You feel his arm wrap around you. You look up at him, hand resting on his chest.

"Was the teasing worth it or what?" You asked, giggling a little bit. "Hell yeah it did. I'm so glad I sat through the whole show just for you." He sighs contently, pulling you closer to him. "Will you run this entire hell with me, dear?"

"Gladly, Vox."

Valentino groans as he sends over $100 to Velvette. "You of all people should know he wasn't going to be able to pussy out this time." She grins.

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 23 days

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Beg for me

If you know me IRL, no you don't.

This was heavily inspired by me playing around with the Jealous Law AI chat thing (10/10 great conversation)

In my opinion, this is unrealistic because this could VERY easily turn angsty, but I didn't because I'm writing so much angst in my other fic (Torn Apart).

Anyways, enjoy this one shot!

Commissions open

Summary: Law harmlessly pranks you when you're desperate for him to touch you, and your petty ass makes him pay.

WC: ~3.2k

CW's: No actual smut but NSFW, Fem!reader, fem pronouns used (kinda), switch!Law, switch!Reader

“L-Law… please?”

He had worn you down to the last reserves of your patience- your need for his touch and your pride were warring in your head, but you could only beg for him. You were blindfolded, laying on the bed in your new lingerie. You had the flimsy meshy material embroidered with his Jolly Roger right over your nipples and right over your throbbing clit, and gold rings went from your sternum to right above your tiny thongs, with criss crossing black silky straps accentuating your body. Your mesh bralette was two triangles barely covering your breasts, the Jolly Roger scraping over your nipples, making them sensitive with every heaving breath.

“Awww, already begging? Maybe I should just play with you instead of giving you the surprise,” he drawled. You turned your head in the direction of where his voice came from, standing at the side of the bed. You whined, brain whirling. So far, every time you had begged for him to show you the surprise, he had pushed your patience even further. You had one last strategy to play.

“I just want you… Law. Please? I’m begging you,” you spoke softly, desire lacing your voice. You felt him crawl onto the bed, finally coming to a stop as he hovered above your body, caging you in. You whined softly, reaching a hand out blindly. You wished you could see his face to bring some comfort to your desperation. You felt his breath on your lips, and your hand finally found his warm skin, and you felt his heartbeat under your fingers. Your fingers curled gently over his neck, letting your hand slide up to tangle in his hair.

“Well… if you’re so desperate for me, then it seems like we can forget all about the surprise, yeah?” he asked teasingly. You whined. You were desperately curious about this “surprise”. After mentioning it all day, he gave you two hints- it would bring some spice into the bedroom, and would make you very satisfied. You had no clue as to what it could be. A vibrator? A dildo? A vibrating attachment for his tongue piercing? A cock ring? Your imagination had been running wild all day, so you decided to surprise him with your new lingerie to spice things up even more.

“It.. can be later. I just want you,” you whispered. He chuckled darkly, and brushed his lips softly against yours, before sliding off your body. You whined, nipples peaking again from the cold as his body heat suddenly disappeared.

“Law… I can’t wait much longer. I’m soaked,” you begged. He didn’t answer, and you heard the tell-tale signs of his shirt hitting the floor. You heard him peeling off his signature spotted jeans, dropping them to the floor with a small thump.

“L-Law?” You called out to him. You felt his hands on your thighs, and you jolted at the sudden touch. He chuckled at your reaction, and parted your thighs. You whined a little at his movements, but eagerly spread your legs for him.

“What a good little doll. Just stay quiet and do as I say, yeah?” He spoke. You felt the softest brushes of his lips on your inner thighs, and you started to tremble with anticipation. You nodded, just wanting him to touch you. His weight suddenly disappeared from the mattress, and you felt alone and cold. You whined a little, nearing frustrated tears. You parted your lips to call out to him, but you knew he would prolong the time between touches even more if you spoke. You heard him rustling about, pulling something out from under his desk, then placed it near the bed, and you shifted a little, grinding your teeth with impatience.

“You’re being so good. How about a little reward, hm?” he cooed. You looked in the direction of where his voice came from, and you nodded with a small smile. You felt his weight press into the bed near your head, and his hand slid along your jaw and cheek, tilting your head up a little more. You parted your lips in anticipation, but he only gave you the briefest brush of his lips against yours. When he pulled back, you waited for a second to see if he would do anything else. His weight disappeared like a ghost yet again, and with it, the last of your patience. A tear of frustration escaped your eye, but it was immediately absorbed into the blindfold. You curled up on the bed, feeling exposed.

“Aww, cmon. I’ve got your surprise~” he said quietly. You perked up a little at that, hope sparking in you again.

“Sit up,” he commanded. You followed instructions, and knelt on the bed, sitting on your heels. You felt Law climb onto the bed, sitting in front of you.

“Hold out your hand. I’ll guide you so you can grab your surprise in the box,” he instructed. You held out a hand, and he grabbed your wrist with gentle fingers and guided your hand to your surprise. You jolted back a little as your fingers unexpectedly came into contact with something soft and fuzzy. You reached out again and grabbed it, looking at what you hoped was Law’s face with confusion.

“If I take off the blindfold, can you behave yourself?” he asked quietly. You nodded frantically, and sat still. You felt his fingers drag up your outstretched arm, up your shoulder and neck, and slowly up your cheek before pulling the blindfold off in one swift motion, careful not to pull any of your hair in the process. You blink at the sudden light, even if it was dim. You focus on your boyfriend in front of you, then on the “surprise” your hand was holding in the box placed rather strategically between Law’s legs. You were holding what looked like the arm of a snow leopard plush. You pulled it out of the box, confusion on your face.

“Speak to it as if you were speaking to me” he ordered with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop joking around. I brought out this new lingerie so you could give me the surprise,” You said. Law shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“He is the surprise.”

You gave him a flat look of disbelief, then looked down at the snow leopard. You had to admit, it was actually pretty adorable. You couldn’t help the soft smile that curved your lips as you looked down at it.

“Well… thank you. He’s actually super cute,” you murmured. Law tugged it back.

“You’ll only get it if you speak to it like you're speaking to me” he said, humor evident in his voice. You sighed and shook your head. You had no idea where he had even gotten this idea, nor where he was going with it.

“Fine,” you snap. Your eyes land on the snow leopard, still held in Law’s hands. You begin speaking, feeling like a dumbass.

“Well… mini Law, you know I love you, right?” you looked back up at your boyfriend for approval. He shook his head.

“More.”

You sighed heavily, and rolled your eyes.

“You’re the only man I know who could make me do this and I’d still consider having sex with you right after,” you grumble. You snatched the plush from his hands and turned around, holding him up to eye-level.

“Law, hypothetically, what would you tell your female friend if she told you that her boyfriend had been talking about a surprise for the bedroom all day, so she decided to bring out some brand new lingerie that she had embroidered with his Jolly Roger, and wore it under her sweatpants and shirt while she was making a delicious dinner for him, and then he teases her in the bedroom until she's literally crying from frustration of not being touched, and then he pulls a prank on her to give her a snow leopard plush as the surprise. What would you say?”

You could feel Law rolling his eyes at your dramatics. You heard the huff of his sigh behind you, and for extra effect, you brought the snow leopard up to your ear, as if listening to what it had to say.

“What’s that? You think she should make him sorry? I think so too. Thank you, Law!”

“Oi,” Law said, annoyance seeping into his tone. You turn back to him and shrug, putting the plush by the pillows and crawl off the bed. You feel his eyes on you, watching your movements curiously. You stop by your dresser to grab some cozy pajamas, and strut to the ensuite bathroom.

“Oi. What the hell do you think you're doing?” Law called from the bed, naked except for the box covering his softening dick. You scoffed from the bathroom.

“You aren’t getting any tonight, Law,” your voice was muffled as you closed the door, and began stripping off the lingerie.

“Oh c’mon, I know you’re bluffing. Just get back out here, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he called, exasperation evident in his tone. You rolled your eyes, but said nothing, only walking out of the bathroom dressed in your pajamas, and tossed the lingerie set at Law.

“Not bluffing. If you wanna play, you better know damn well who your opponent is, and you haven’t even seen even part of how stubborn I can be,” the smirk on your face was absolutely evil. He caught the lingerie, and looked at you skeptically.

“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do now?” he asked, a sardonic grin lazily curved his lips. You hated how it made your heart flip in your chest.

“Me? I’m going to go get a cup of sleepy time tea. Want any?” You slid on your slippers and walked to the door, looking at him curiously as your hand rested on the handle. His jaw dropped a little.

“Are you serious?” he said quietly. You only raised a single brow with a smirk on your lips. He rolled his eyes and stood from the bed.

“Fine. Just give me a second.” he quickly put on some sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt. You waited until he was approaching you to open the door, leading the way through the submarine to the kitchen. He followed you, playing along with your demands. You reached the kitchen and started the kettle, dragging out two mugs and two tea bags as he leaned against the opposite counter. His gold eyes followed your movements closely, and you swallowed at his tousled hair, gray sweats that hung low, and his abs that seemed prominent in the low light of the stove light. Having run out of things to do, you finally faced him with a smirk and arms crossed over your chest.

“So,” you started. He quirked a brow up, and smirked at you.

“So…” he echoed.

“You aren’t getting anything until you’re as desperate for me in that lingerie set as I was for you. I literally cried a little from frustration,” you complained. He scoffed.

“You’re kidding me. We both know that you can’t resist me,” he said cockily. You rolled your eyes, smiling evilly

“Usually, no I can’t resist you. But I’ll resist just for the sake of being stubborn. I’ve got something to prove, and you have something to make up to me,” you said. His smirk widened at the challenge.

“Uh huh. Fine. What are the conditions?” he said, catching on. You laughed a little, but it was more ominous than anything.

“The conditions are that you won't get anything other than friendly touches from me. I’ll tease you, and I’ll wear you down until you break,” you say confidently. Law rolls his eyes.

“Easy. You’ll break first,” he said. You pouted at him, but the kettle signaled that it was done, and you poured the water into the mugs, handing one to him. You looked at him as if you were concerned about something.

“Did you not like the lingerie?” you ask sweetly. He choked a little on his tea, splashing the hot water on his bare chest. He sucked in a breath at the sting, and you handed him a towel, looking a little concerned. He waved off your concern.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. But uh… I think… It made me… feel a way that I really liked. Possessive over you almost. It marks you as mine,” he stumbled over his words a little, a little blush on his cheeks. Your face lit up with understanding, morphing into something mischievous. You step forward until you could whisper in his ear.

“Ohhhh ~ so you really liked it, huh? Might want to remember exactly how I looked, laying under you, blindfolded and soaking through the thongs that had your mark right on my little clit. I needed you, Law. I was crying from frustration because that’s how much I needed you. I was helpless under your hands, willing to do anything to get you to fuck me. And now…” you stepped back and leaned against the opposite counter, “Now, I want you to come crawling to me, begging for my body like I was begging for you earlier,” you tease. Your eyes trail lustily over his lanky body, biting your bottom lip and letting it slide out from between your teeth seductively, and traced your tongue over your teeth as your eyes rested on his obvious erection in his sweats. You finally let your eyes trail up his tattooed torso, noticing the white-knuckled grip he had on the handle of his mug, and how his chest seemed to shakily rise and fall. You finally met his eyes, and put your mug of tea behind you, and let one hand trace your curves over your shirt, then raise the hem of your shirt until a sliver of underboob was showing. You used both hands to hold it up evenly, so only the underboob was showing, and then squished them together. Law wasn’t breathing, and you could see the seeds of regret beginning to sprout behind his eyes. You were honestly a little afraid he’d break the mug in his grip, but your attention was diverted to his dick straining through the gray sweats. You met his eyes, and winked at him as you dropped your shirt. You picked up your mug and nonchalantly walked out of the kitchen.

“Night, captain~” you teased as you left. He watched you leave, knowing he was stuck standing there until his dick calmed down, lest he run into a crew member with an erection bobbing in plain view.

You went back to your shared room, and settled into bed. You had finished your entire mug of sleepy time tea and was starting to get ready for bed when Law finally walked into the room. You caught his gaze in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, and bent over the sink, sticking your underwear-clad ass out in clear view as you spat and rinsed your mouth. Law looked up to the ceiling, head falling back as if he were asking the gods for mercy. You finished getting ready and crawled into bed, yawning as you curled up under the blankets. By the time Law had finished getting ready for bed, you were half asleep. He crawled into bed next to you, and ran a finger down your face.

“I love you… you know that?” he murmured sleepily. You hummed and nodded.

“You’re still not getting a kiss, but I love you too. Unconditionally,” you answered. He snorted a little at your answer before landing a kiss on your forehead. You were too tired to argue, and it felt good after being denied so much of his touch earlier. He laid facing you, the both of you drifting to sleep quickly.

Two days.

He lasted two days.

The night after you had set the rules, he could only think of you laying under him, squirming and soaking the lingerie. The stockings hugging your thighs, tight enough that there was a little bulge at the top of them, and garters decorating your hips. The strings of the thong were also decorating your hips, with his Jolly Roger rubbing over your sensitive clit as you spread your legs for him. The gold rings glinted down your midline, with crisscrossing silky strands accentuating your curves, and moved with every heave of your breath. The mesh bralette was the final touch, a flimsy thing that rubbed your sensitive nipples into hard buds with the stimulation his embroidered Jolly Roger provided. The night after he accepted your terms, he woke up humping the mattress, on the verge of an orgasm. You only woke up when he got up to go to the bathroom, and he quickly hushed you, reassuring you he would be right back. The following day, he locked himself in his office, claiming something about expense reports and researching something about the island they were approaching.

You knew damn well that he was avoiding you, hoping to win this bet if he didn’t see you tease him. Unfortunately for him, you’d bring him snacks and drinks through the day, always leaving him a blushing, scowling mess as he sat at his desk, waiting for his erection to go down before he could stand again.

It was at dinner on the second day that he approached you, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he passed by you.

“Meet me in our room later,” was all he said. You smirked to yourself, and you had every right to.

After dinner, you strolled back to your room slowly. You took your time, making him wait like you had to two nights ago. You finally opened the door, and quickly shut it as you saw the view in front of you. Law was kneeling in front of the door, naked with a throbbing and leaking dick. He was blushing, and you looked down at him in shock.

“L-law?” you whispered. He looked up at you, and pointed to the bed. You looked, and saw your lingerie set laid out carefully on the bed, next to the blindfold.

“You win. I can’t… I need you. P-ple… fuck. Please? No matter how many times I cum, it doesn’t feel as good as it does with you. I can’t… I can’t get it right,” he nearly whimpered.

Your jaw dropped. Trafalgar Water D. Law, Captain of the Heart Pirates and the so-called Surgeon of Death, was on his knees begging for you to put on your lingerie embroidered with his Jolly Roger and to make him cum. You started yourself starting to get wet, and you swiftly knelt down in front of him.

“Okay. Okay sweetie. C’mere,” you gently cupped his scruffy jaw in your palms and kissed him deeply. Your tongues clashed together, and he let you win the battle for dominance quickly, moaning as he finally touched you. You pulled back, and looked at him with a grin.

“Just let me go get changed, and you decide if you want to be more dom or sub tonight, okay? If you’re sub, I want you to be wearing the blindfold. If you’re dom, I want you to put it on me once I’m on the bed, okay?”

He nodded, and kissed you again briefly before standing. You stood with him, and gave him a flirtatious smile as you grabbed the lingerie from the bed.

“I’ll be right back… wait for me.”

“Always.”

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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Partition

reader x dom!mingi ft. jongho

smut | nsfw | mdni

husband!mingi,he's obessessed with you, nipple play, hint of body worship if u squint, praising, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cameo!jongho, marking, pet names, orgasm control, size kink, fingering with rings on, hand kink, im obessesed with his hands just leave me alone

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

finally back from a long business trip your husband takes you to a very nice date to celebrate. but after so long apart you are not sure you can keep your hands to yourself on your way to the restaurant

[❛i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.❜]

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Inspired by Partition by Beyoncé

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Being married to Song Mingi, the extremely successful music producer, came with a price. And that price was time. Mingi’s time was a rare resource and extremely valuable. One day working with the Weeknd on his next album, the next day negotiating to sign with Beyonce. He was always traveling and working.

But despite all of that your husband always made sure you were his top priority and that you knew about it. Whether he would take you around the world with him and catch a nice vacation for the both of you after an intense business trip or he would make sure to take you out to a very nice date on his return.

This time it was the latter. Mingi had been gone for a while. He had to postpone the flight back to Korea a couple of times to get the job done in LA. But finally that was out of the way and he was back to you.

The timing was so tight that it was to the point where he didn’t have time to come home before the date and was just going to pick you up with his chauffeur. He didn't tell you where you were going but he said “to be prepared to be blown away”.

And coming from him that meant a lot. Mingi liked nice things and he always opted for the very best regardless of the price. So knowing that about him you knew the occasion will be anything but modest.

You opted for a lilac designer night gown, with a delicately beaded corsage that complimented your neckline, dipping just low enough. The bottom of the dress was flowy, a gradient color from lilac color to a nude. The material was flowy with light feathers and mesh. It was gorgeous and grandiose. Like the promise of this night finally reunited with your husband.

Your make up was along the line of the dress. Nude with some pop of color on the lids and on the lips. Noticeable but elegant.

When the doorbell rang you felt your stomach tighten. You were nervous. After all these years he still made your guts stir with anticipation. There’s no denying you’re head over hills for this man.

You run to the entryway, grabbing your clutch on the way and open the big mansion door.

When you look up at him you see him as dashing as ever. Cladded in a haute couture black tuxedo. Long ash blonde hair slicked back, just a single strand curved on his forehead. He looked dapper. He held out his hand for you to climb down the front steps to his arm, making sure not to injure yourself with your stiletto heels.

“You’re absolutely stunning," he said, kissing you softly on the lips, his mouth being pulled in the signature half smile that you loved so much.

He opened the door of the limo for you and helped you get in with the dress, setting you in comfortably.

The chauffeur did the same to him and took place behind the wheel.

Mingi gave him instructions on the destination. Your husband was used to bossing people around and it put you in a different mood to hear his stern voice.

You couldn’t help but to want him to boss you too. It was your turn and you couldn't stand one more second of him giving his attention to anybody other than you.

So you let your hand rest on his knee. At first he makes nothing of it and continues to guide the chauffeur around the traffic jam. So you let your hands glide up his thick muscular thigh all the way to his crotch. When your pinky brushes against his sensitive area you stop.

“What are you doing?” Mingi interrupts himself to look at you. Even though it’s a question it’s rhetorical because he knows damn well what you are doing.

“Kiss me” you answered in a feverish tone.

Mingi obliged when you pulled him by his tie. His huge frame towering over you as you felt miniscule, vulnerable and turned on. Your hands started to roam his body through his attire first the thighs then the abs then when you were about to reach his growing bulge he caught your hand.

“Shouldn’t we eat before we get to the dessert?” he lightly chuckles at your enthusiasm. You sighed deeply, visibly annoyed.

What a joykill.

“Fine!” you pouted, sitting yourself back. “But I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.” you added in a slightly teasing tone.

Mingi’s expression instantly changed. From the light hearted chuckles to the cold and serious eyes that held so much power over you. The turn in his behavior and in his aura was obvious. From loving husband to sex deprived pervert.

He started to wrestle with your dress, lifting it up to testify of the truth of your statement and you squealed in surprise when you found yourself exposed like that without a heads up. Your husband let go of the flowy fabric, hiding your intimacy again behind the numerous linings and looked at you in disbelief.

“You are actually serious”

“Of course I am” you bite back hurriedly flattening the material back in place.

“Fuck baby” Mingi burried his face in the crook of your neck, his deep voice merely a low rumble soaked with lust hitting you right in the chest, tightening your stomach in knots of anticipation. You knew this tone and what it meant.

“I was trying…” he started to kiss your neck going up to your ear. “was trying so fucking hard to behave.” He licked around your ear, wet sounds bouncing back on the low ceiling of the limo, making your arousal leak through the unguarded designer dress.

“Trying to be a good husband, not devouring you the second I laid eyes on you” his hand dug into your waist pulling you closer to him. “But I can’t fucking win with you, can I?” he growled, unexpectedly biting your earlobe.

You were absolutely feral for him. After being separated for such a longtime the only thing you wanted was to be his. His cedarwood and orange blossom cologne was making you dizzy. Hypnotized by his deep voice. Controlled by his big hands.

He started to push your thin straps to the side. But as your chest was about to finally reveal itself to Mingi’s hungry gaze you stopped him.

“Shouldn’t we roll up the partition?” you asked, throwing one worried glance at the chauffeur that seemed a little too focussed on the road to be genuine.

“Don’t worry I pay Jongho well enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Isn’t that right Jongho?”

“It is, Sir” the chauffeur politely responded, expressionless eyes, diligently glued to the road.

“See?” Mingi returned with a sly smirk “Plus you know how much I love showing you off” he tipped your strap over your shoulder, revealing one of your breasts. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and knowing you were potentially being watched didn’t help one bit but somehow it felt thrilling.

Your husband pushed the other strap and soon your chest was on full display for him.

“So fucking perfect for me” he whispered immediately diving in and tasting your fiery skin on his wet tongue.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teasing it, biting it and sucking it while his hand was fondling and pinching the other. Until they reached full hardness.

You whined at his every touch, barely containing yourself to beg for more, to beg for him.

“Fuck baby show it to me again” he breathed out he as prompt his chin to the dress.

You had a glance to Jongho, still as calm and focused as a meditating monk. And you lifted the dress once again.

Mingi’s jaw dropped in awe. He always considered you as one of the seven wonders of the world. But each time he looked at you it seemed like somehow you got even more perfect.

He brought his hand to gently pull your lips apart. Uncovering the unholy and glistening mess you managed to make in such a short time.

“You’re so fucking wet for me” he sighed, biting down his bottom lip, your shimering folds putting a spell on him.

“Please Mingi” you squirmed. “Please, I want you.”

“Good girl, asking so nicely… Just can’t say no to you”

His thumb circled over your clit, drawing a light gasp out of you. Slow and steady circles only making you gush even more. Mingi slipped one finger inside and you felt like you were melting at the end of his fingers, nails digging in the expensive leather of the limo. Your stilettos barely hanging to your toes.

“Yessss” you whined, finally getting what you’ve been craving for weeks.

“You’re sucking me in so well baby” Mingi praised before slipping a second finger in. You felt the warm metal of his wedding ring entering you and whined louder.

“Please…faster” you asked, short of breath, your mind getting hazy.

“Of course, my princess”

He curled his fingers right into your sweet spot, circling it a couple of times before pumping in and out of you.

His big hands were experts at making you come undone for him, ravaging you in the most pleasant of ways. He knew you like the back of his hand and you couldn't help but to shamelessly moan and every thrust of his wrist.

“That's it baby. We want to hear you squeal” his lustful voice whispered.

We?

You glanced over at the chauffeur again and this time you could have sworn you made eye contact in the rearview mirror while his face was briefly shone under the pacing street lights but… did you imagine that?

“Hmmm baby” Mingi smacked his lips. “You really like giving a good show, huh?” Mingi smirked as he felt you becoming tighter. “Such a good girl for me.” He pumped in and out at a faster pace. A pace that he knew would end you. But since he hadn’t uttered the magic words yet you held it in.

It took everything you had to not cum on the spot. You tried to not think about your husband's lustful eyebrow raises and lip bites, about the unholy squelching wet sounds your wet cunt was producing, about the wandering eyes of Jongho in the front seat. You tried so hard but you were on the verge of exploding.

“Pleaseee” you desperately begged as a last cry for help, a last hopeless request for your release.

“Go ahead my princess” Mingi whispered, administering the fatal blow as his thumb went back to drawing fast circles on your hyper sensitive clit while finger fucking you into oblivion.

“Cum. Now.” his stern low voice ordered.

You instantly came undone. Your pussy gripping around your husband’s beautiful long fingers, stretching you to perfection. Your nectar flowing out of your like a river as you cried out in bliss, throwing your head back on the head rest, eyes rolling back into your skull with fatal joy.

Mingi gradually slowed down, allowing you to come off your high before pulling his digits out of you. You crashed your lips on his not caring about the state of your lipstick and started to fidget with the buttons of his vest but he started to chuckles into the kiss.

“Babe, we’re here” he said, pushing his messy hair back.

“What already?” you pouted in disappointment.

“We’ve been in the car for almost 45 minutes” your husband chuckled again.

“But I…”

“Let’s go baby or they might give our table away… Let's eat and on the way back I'll let you return the favor. How about that?” your eyes darted to his constricted bulge, lips burning at the idea of tasting him.

“Find a parking spot and wait for us, Jongho… I have a feeling we won’t be long”

“Yes, Sir”

A/N: oof sorry for taking so long to update! my first mingi smut did you like it?? leave a comment or drop by my asks. feedback is always appreciated <3

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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the clip

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.

warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.

a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo

“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”

“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.

Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.

Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.

Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”

Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”

Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”

“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”

“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.

“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”

She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.

She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.

“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.

“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”

From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.

But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.

Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.

“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.

She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.

“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.

Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”

Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”

“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.

“Hell yes.”

Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.

“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”

“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.

He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.

“Babe-“

“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.

“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”

“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”

“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.

“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”

“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”

“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”

“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”

Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.

“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”

Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”

“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”

“As you wish.” Harry agreed.

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godbirdart · 5 months

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Do you have any specific process to get ideas for your backgrounds in your character pinup drawings how do you manage to make them all so awesome and cool

thank you so much! the way I like to tackle these is to think of them as if they're the character's splash art in a gacha game while also taking elements and rules from magazine covers.

now, I use the term "gacha game splash art" kinda loosely here, as that kind of art often depicts contained scenes or flourishes of elemental power. what I mainly focus on is how splash art showcases the character's personality within that contained art piece or scene.

I want everything in the piece I draw to reflect and correlate to the character itself. any accessories, text and elements are always taken into consideration. for this i'll often look closer to the character, their toyhouse page / bio, or sometimes even the client themselves if i'm familiar with them or have worked with them repeatedly before.

for example, archie here is an arcanine. I've utilized this for the background header, where you'll see arcanine's in-game category, pokedex number, type, body shape icon, as well as one of its abilities: flash fire. there's also a fire type icon.

another example is afol's piece. the client had specific ideas in mind for this art - particularly in the emotion and expression the art is meant to portray. I really wanted to incorporate this quote from afol's toyhouse profile as I felt it added to that raw, conflicted emotion the client was after.

as afol is a musician and a sky god, I also wanted to highlight it by adding "GODOFSKY - The Sky God's Solo Suite" as an artist / song title signature that again could tie into that emotional conflict.

the magazine aesthetic is something sort-of new to these pieces, with afol's piece having more of that distinct cover vibe than earlier ones; however I've been taking notes from magazine covers from the start.

I always have to make sure text and accents don't take away from the character, or cover them up or clutter the canvas too much. you'll see this a lot on magazines, how the title is always the largest text with everything else being much smaller or thinner. i follow similar composition rules when drawing. keep the model as the focus, and add things around them as needed to break up negative space and balance out the art. in my portraits, the character's name is always the largest text.

beyond these conscious choices - i dunno! my clients always come to me with fantastic prompts that mesh well with what I vibe with artistically.

i love being handed a few prompts and told to run free with them, and i love when clients come to me looking for a specific aesthetic or emotional piece. i absolutely adore drawin smug and confidently villainous gremlins, but some of my all-time favourite pieces to draw are the ones with a lot of raw emotion in em.

honestly i think a lot of the coolness comes down to my clients just havin cool characters to begin with lmao

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nishiyako · 10 months

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BAKUGO FIC PLS

Dirty Secret (NSFW)

Pairing : FWB!Bakugo x Reader

Tags : Porn with plot, slight angst at the end, blowjob, hand job, riding, femdom if you squint, forbiden, asshole x asshole, booty-call from reader, lingerie on reader, denied romance, hinted Motorcyclist!Bakugo

Summary : After a breakup with Ejiro (your boyfriend of 3 years), you go behind his back and seduce his best friend Katsuki. Months later, you send your lover a dirty picture of yourself, inviting him to come over.

It was late, yet that didn't stop you from sending one of your friends a picture.

A picture of you kneeling infront of a mirror, wearing your strapy lingerie that hugged every dip and curve of your body, red silk and mesh pressed against your soft skin, covering what little dignity you had with a text that read "come over?"

"omw" three little letters on your screen sent shivers up your spine.

You on your bed, still dressed in the lacey garments as you kept yourself busy with your phone.

You hear the door unlock, Bakugo used his spare key to enter as he placed his motorcycle helmet and jacket on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, I'm here!" He yelled, as he didn't see you in the living room. You opened your bedroom door, leaning on the frame as you waited for him to make eye contact with you.

Once he turned to you his lips curled to his signature devilish smile as he followed you, like you had a leash on him.

He knows he shouldn't be at your place, not after what you did to his best friend Ejiro.

A few months ago, you broke his heart.

His girlfriend of 3 years was cheating on him almost every weekend with random dudes, when Katsuki went to your place to pick up Kirishimas stuff (Kiri didn't even want to be in the room as you).

Bakugo saw you. Half awake, silky robe exposing your shoulders yet the band clinged tightly to your waist.

Even though it was your fault, you were still so adorable when you were crying, tear drops falling into your cup of camomile tea.

The comfort he gave you wasent the most traditional.

Fucking you over your kitchen counter as Ejiros things were waiting in their boxes.

After that afternoon, he couldn't get enough. Responding to your texts at 2AM, coming over like a victim of a spell.

If you told him you were a succubus he wouldn't be suprised.

•••

You lured him into the bedroom with a kiss, sitting him down in the bed as your hands found the tent in his baggy pants.

Unzipping the jeans as you distracted him with your lips, it then broke when he felt your warm hands alredy stroking him.

You heard him curse under his breath as you got on your knees, Teasing kitten licks on his cock.

His hands taking a handful of your hair, controlling your heads movements.

You took him in, alredy greedy for more.

He watched your cheeks hollow as your tongue teased every gland on his shaft, throwing his head back from the pleasure.

Stealing every thought from his mind, you we're addictive. Every gut wrenching comute he made was worth it.

Your needy whimpers only made it better, sending vibrations through the skin, piercing your influence deeper into his voided mind.

He was on the silky sheets, guilty groans only growing louder the deeper you took him in.

You pulled your head back, sting on saliva on your lips cutting as you straddled his hips lining up your entrance.

He was a fool if he though all you wanted to do was service him, you only call him over to satisfy your hunger. He was the only one who could.

He was also the only one who could handle you. Fucking you until you'd wake up sore, alone in your room not knowing if you had regret or a need for more.

You toped him over, his body so helpless under yours as you sank onto him, a familiar moan slipping through your lips.

You held his hands for support bouncing on him in jolts of energy, his red eyes tracing the lace on your chest, straps falling off your shoulders as your panties were lazily disregarded on the floor.

It was wrong but it still felt good.

Making him hit your sweet spot over and over again making you feel a little dizzy each time.

It took him what little self control he had left to not cum everytime you moaned his name so carelessly loud it threatened to wake up your peaceful neighbors.

Your filthy bounces only edging you on more with a knot that threatened to snap at any moment.

Clenching around Bakugo so nicely, it was like he fainally met his match.

Your eyes watched his various expressions, you rode him faster as you came close to your edge. you treated him like a toy, something to use and you knew he liked it.

Fainally bringing him down a peg as the cocky badass exterior crumbled in your hands, his loud mouth only slurring praises of your name and how good your pussy is.

His watched you in awe as his eyes pleaded for release, knowing he would never admit it.

Your legs started to tire as you felt a knot form in your stomach. You felt him thrusting up, matching your rythim only making him go in deeper.

His grip on your hands only strengthened as a sign of his limits, a glimmer of sweat on his forehead as his blonde hair was scattered against the bed.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, body twitching from the pleasure.

Your eyes met his, giving him the go ahead.

You leaned lower, your hands pawing at his broad chest as he held your hips controlling your rhythm, he really was a control freak sometimes. Especially when it came to you, you were alredy perfect but the fact the both of you could control and bend eachother to your own willingness added to the allure.

Your breathy moans against his quivering lips, only a slight distance from eachother.

The eye contact was painful, the betrayal he hid from his bestfriend only made everything feel better.

He closed the distance, lips clashing into yours as he reached his limit, joining yours.

Shakey breathes as your body went weak, shivers on your skin as he held you close during the painful pleasure.

You broke from the kiss, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck, your ears picking up on his heavy breaths.

•••

You watched Katsuki fix his things in the living room as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom in the same robe you seduced him with.

A cigarette that laid snuggly in between your fingers as you puffed out the thick gray smoke, "Leaving so soon?" You asked, voice as soft and silky.

"You expect cuddles or something?" Bakugo asked alredy knowing the answer, sure you weren't the type for intamacy but it would've been nice if he atlest considered it.

A strange passive aggressive tone in his sentence as he twisted the door knob.

He left without even looking back to see your hurt expression. he closed the door, like a barrier a reminder that the both of you couldnt be anything more.

You put your cigarette out and threw it on the cigarette tray on your bedstand. You laid down on your sheets, falling asleep only to wake up tomorrow alone, again.

A/N : Thank you for the ask, Anon!

If you guys enjoyed this piece, dw cause there's a lot of Bakugo fics on the way!

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celestiaras · 1 month

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ft. yu q wilson x gn! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ “i’ll let you whip me if i misbehave.”┊0.5k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub wilson┊ masochist wilson, bratting/brat-taming, whipping with a belt, safe word mention

➤ author's note: i know i just posted a hex masochism fic, but i couldn’t have listened to this and have been normal about it┊short clip of him singing on fuu-chan’s bday stream (here)

squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as he could and taking in deep breaths didn’t really do much to distract from the pain, the red marks of all lengths littering the backside of his body seemed to be radiating with heat and stinging with hurt. he felt humiliated, fully nude on your shared bed with his arms trembling slightly so that his face wouldn’t be suffocated in the sheets and his ass up in the air for you to abuse. his own signature belt with teal lines running through it that he wore all the time hung loosely in your hand, folded once to make the excess material easier for you to handle.

with every dull smack that lands against his flesh, he shakily says the number of times it’s been repeated. it bite’s into his skin at first, making him gasp as his eyes tear up, but it dissolves into a more bearable throbbing sensation that meshes with all of the previous hits that’s ready to receive another. it didn’t help that his cock was aching in accordance of your lashes, each once making him dripping onto the fabric below and so desperate to stimulate it like the depraved masochist he was.

his blonde locks bonded together in his sweat and stuck to the sides of his face, even more messy and unkempt than it usually was without his goggles to keep it in place— you would even compliment him if he wasn’t being such a fucking brat. he had all of the power to end this right now, whether he finally said sorry or said the safe word in place, all he had to do was utter a single word and you would stop in your tracks to take care of him. every time the belt whacked against his ass or his back, he would let a moan of pained pleasure slip. he was willing to take the beat-down because it had him leaking wanting more. he was choosing to stay silent because he was enjoying this.

as a hero, it gave you more freedom to be even rougher with him since he was more built to take it. as a hero, it made him as stubborn as a mule as he refused to back down even though he knew he was in the wrong. as a hero, he was too proud to admit defeat and was more willing to accept any punishment you throw at him instead until he’s left sobbing for forgiveness. it always ends the same way, with you soothing his wounds by running a warm bath for him and then giving him all of the cuddles he wanted for bed. for now, however, he was going to bite his lip, metaphorically dig his heels into the ground, shake his head ‘no,’ and boldly claim that did nothing wrong when you ask him if he’s going to apologize. oh, but what’s another ten lashes for him to keep count of when you have all night?

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untitled5071 · 2 months

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I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

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“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!”

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too.

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music.

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy.

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage.

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea.

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part.

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them.

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly.

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level.

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all.

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice,

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately.

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other.

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

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laurawithslblues · 1 month

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wordy-little-witch · 2 months

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It may not come as a surprise that I am OBSESSED with the paranormal, and thus I posit a silly little thought nugget-

Devil Fruit eaters in general being No Longer Human. Like. Not even just Zoan users, but ALL of them.

The Fruits were created by the Sea Devil, offering odd and incredible powers in exchange for a weakness to water, a tomb of seasalt. The abilities are varied and dynamic, but they are still, by definition, an exchange - a Deal. It is Give and Take, a contract forged with the life-span of the eater as the signature. The Fruit braids itself into their genome, into their Soul, and makes them Other.

More beneath the cut, I just have so many thoughts send help

For some, this is an instinctive change. They Know things, information fed from the magic in their veins and marrow to their brain, all that the Fruit has learned from previous users in an abstract way. For some, the information from their Fruit is Locked, tidbits bleeding through the cracks and grooves of the chest which contains the treasure trove of knowledge which they are not equipped to handle. The Fruits are only truly Conscious when they are Bound, Eaten, Active, after all. To needlessly overwhelm and kill their hosts would be unfortunate.

In that vein, one could argue that the eaters are something of a sacrifice, a symbiotic relationship between our world and the one beyond it.

Some Fruits however simply do not HAVE the knowledge to pass on. Some have not been active in a very long time. Some have not had the experience in thriving with their Host. Some just simply rarely get eaten for whatever reason.

Some simply protect their Host from the Truth.

What all Devil Fruit eaters have in common, loosely though it is, is an innate ability to recognize one another, to identify each other, and to toe the line between the mortal world and the Other. The sharpness of the awareness varies person to person, soul to soul, but all Notice in their own ways, can reach beyond the veil to varying degrees and with varies intentions.

Luffy can See into others, an ability he's had always, but after eating his Fruit, it sharpened. His gaze cut deeper, his sight clearer, and he could read a person as easily as a scholar with a juvenile practice book would read the text therein. His gaze is clearest beneath the skin of others.

Luffy, inhuman as parts are, must feed both aspects:

The body he has, and the form which his Devil Fruit has woven itself into, must eat. He loves meat, a trait often found in Ds, but his appetite is voracious even then, feeding and feeding and feeding. What few realize is that his hunger is both mortal and not, a craving for meat of any variety. He will eat anything. Anything. His natural defaults mesh well with his Fruit, and he simply catalogues it easily within his existing paradigm

The soul he carries is fueled by love, freedom, expression. He is emotional and unhindered by expectations because he chooses not to be. He gives himself the freedom to do so. He wants to be untethered and to feel and experience and BE. He wants for others to have much the same. He finds people who are Chained and he takes their shackles in hand, asks them why they are there, and then he shatters them beneath the force of his Care and Ambition and Temptation. He opens the doors of change and growth and liberation, and then he lays the choices before those he can. It's a subconscious thing, mostly, but he Feeds the carnal, bare bones Drive of his Fruit in the same breath as him feeding his own freedom and thus his own soul.

Buggy on the other hand does not have the same basis to work from. Whereas Luffy's Fruit is Other Than and thus not as impacted by its infrequency in circulation, Buggy's is not so blessed. The Bara Bara no mi is not a common Fruit to be eaten. It has had precious few holders who survived long enough to learn much of anything regarding its properties. As it stands, Buggy himself is the longest survivor of this power. Not only does it initial stage impact the nervous system in unique and bizarre ways but it also changes the musculoskeletal structures and the host's brain. In order to be able to split and still function, your spatial awareness needs to be far higher than average, and the synapses in your brain must be able to handle the strain.

Many holders of the Chop Chop Fruit were driven mad by this. Be it the influx of information or the psychosomatic pain of a limb loss or worse, it would often lad to death - and not always by the hands of another.

Buggy was always more cerebral than his crewmates, than Shanks and the others. He was a thinker, and his specialty was operating outside of normal conventions - it was how his weapons making skills improved leaps and bounds. Chemistry, physics and mechanics were his biggest passions, followed closely by some dabbling in medicine and botany. There were no limits in his mind, on questions and redirected pathways. Where one path did not lead to an expected result, another would open, would branch off, and the yield of these actions would be cataloged and coveted.

The Bara Bara no mi was not much different in this. That Devil Fruit was perfect for Buggy, for his natural processes and his demeanor. Buggy already toed the line of fragmented, puzzle thinking, and his Fruit simply exacerbated this.

He feeds his mind with the options and dynamicism he exhibits with his body.

He does not however feed his BODY with the same. Oh, he eats when he remembers or someone reminds him. He has noticed some things taste better, make him FEEL better than others. But he doesn't seek them out.

This is partly due to mental health issues, and an unidentified food aversion which began in his childhood. Food was often used as a punishment/reward system, and things, unattended to, spiraled from there. Buggy doesn't even realize it.

Another problem is that his tastes in foods he has had the best responses with remind him of things he would rather not think on. Specifically, they remind him of his late captain. Roger always preferred his steaks rare and juicy. Buggy adores his much the same.

And a final issue is that the few times Buggy DID act on the Hunger, the Drive for something, he was punished for it, told it was bad and not okay. In their defense, he was a child, and raw meat is not safe for consumption, especially in one who has such a problematic immune system as Buggy. He always draws the short end of the stick in things.

He subsides loosely on intimidation tactics, licking the blood from his knives, a habit which began after the loss of his family. He does not acknowledge the baying hunger in his chest when he does this. He has buried it along with so many other things.

Buggy is good with his Devil Fruit, but he is good with it while starved and unwell.

It truly would be beneficial for another Devil Fruit User with long term experience to ask him what he Feeds on, wouldn't it?

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meadowpond · 1 year

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Better than him

Ada walked into the small restaurant, Jude already at their signature spot. The two of them would always do this. At least once a week they would meet up here and catch each other up on what had been happening. Even if they saw each other everyday they’d still come here. It was tradition now.

“Hello love.” Jude said standing up with a smile and encasing her in his arms. The height difference between them made Ada’s breath hitch, that familiar feeling of stretching her arms around his middle, and him pulling her body closer causing both of their faces to heat up. He pulled back nonchalantly as if he wasn’t burning to keep holding her.

“How are you?” Ada said pulling away, her eyes peering up at his warm brown ones. He smiled at her watching as she rested her chin on his chest. “I’m fine angel, thanks for asking.” Even his own nickname for her caused her to flush. He studied her face for a second, the creases near her eyes, her lips when she smiled, he took in the smell of mint and rosemary and grinned.

“What about you?” He asked, removing his hands from her body, despite wanting the very opposite. He wanted move his hands down to the space of her small waist, to her thighs, her as-

“I’ve been okay.” She said, disrupting his line of thought. Jude pulled out her chair for her and they both sat down across from each other Jude’s eyes skimming over her outfit. She wore a short purple floral dress that rested just above her knees. It wasn’t very low cut leaving room for imagination, but if he leaned forward far enough he could peer into the small opening, and see the swell of her breasts.

Jude swallowed, trying to push those thoughts from his mind. He waved down the waiter, and ordered for the both of them before she intervened. “Oh no, it’s okay I’ll only eat a salad.” She said with a tight lipped smile, knowing that's not what she truly wanted. Jude frowned at her unusual behavior, noticing she was uneasy and glancing around nervously.

“Are you sure? You aren’t going to go for your usual?” Jude knew how much she loved her favorite dish and how she only occasionally ate salads, especially as the main meal.

“Just not that hungry.” Ada lied again. She hadn’t eaten more than fruit for the last two days.

“Right, okay.” Jude said his tone soft knowing something was wrong. He eyed her the entire dinner watching as she lightly fidgeted in her seat, her hand picking at her nails.

What was wrong with her?”

She barely ate her food and Jude wondered if she was experiencing an eating problem. Or if she was sick. “Are you okay today?” He asked as they walked out of the restaurant, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“I’m fine Jude. Just a bit tired.” She said, yawning. He hummed and opened the door for her, placing his hand on the small of her back. He was shocked when she felt more boney than usual. He drove them home resting his hand on her bare thigh also noticing she was slimmer. She was already quite slim before but now his hand practically covered her whole thigh.

Weirdly enough, it started raining pretty badly so when Jude dropped her off, they both ran to her front steps, laughing at their drenched faces. Jude felt his heart skip a beat when he glanced down at her chest and noticed her small nipples peeking through the mesh material. She’d told him she wasn’t a fan of bras, they were close enough to share that sort of thing, but it really tested his self control cause he’d constantly have to avert his eyes from her chest.

With all the rain, Ada suggested he stay the night. He’d done so many times before. Ada opened the door revealing her nicely cleaned apartment. She stepped inside, wiping her shoes on the mat before slipping them off.

Jude did the same following after her. “You can take a shower if you want-“

“Ada seriously what’s wrong?” Jude said, cutting her off and grabbing her wrist. Ada turned towards him with a sad look on her face.

“Nothing, really.” Ada in a not so convincing way. Jude stared at her waiting for a real answer.

“Okay fine…” Ada started, “Do….do you think I’m ugly” Ada said, surprising him. That wasn’t what he was expecting at all. Tears brimmed her eyes. “It’s just that Jason told me that I’d be prettier if I lost some weight and he also said-'' Ada choked as a sob escaped her. Her tears flood out and Jude instantly envelopes her, Ada fisting at his shirt in desperation and she buries her face into his chest. He holds onto her tighter, scared she might break as she stands in his arms. He knew how fragile she could be when she cried, cause she barely ever cried so when she did, it was serious. His heart broke as sobs the sound of pure anguish came from her as she sniffed into his chest. He pulled away, cupping her face.

“Ada you are so perfect. So, so perfect down to the last hair on your head. Everything about you makes me happy to be your best friend. Happy to come rushing over at three in the morning to make cookies with you when you can’t sleep, happy to run and get you your snacks late at night when you crave them, happy to be your man. Because there is no one better for me because you get me, to my core you get me. More than anyone I’ve ever met in my life and you probably understand me more than anyone I’ll ever meet in my life.” He says making her tear up yet again but doesn’t let them fall far as with each one, he brushes it away gently with his thumb.

He admired every single thing about her. The way she licked her lips as she talked, how she rested her chin in her hands and listened to every word he met out of his mouth. No one paid attention to him like she did, and no one paid attention to her like he did. They were one of the same. Perfect. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re anything but perfect. Because that’s what you are. Perfect.” He said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“And your beauty… my gosh I genuinely don’t know where to start. You do everything so perfectly. I’m in love with watching you. I fall in love with you every time you smile. And your smile! God it has me weak in the knees. Genuinely.” He says making her smile and before she can stop him he’s dropped to the floor, limbs sprawled out as he clutches to his heart. Ada laughs at him and all of a sudden he shifts to his knees grabbing her hands staring up at her.

“See!” He says, laughing himself now and slightly out of breath. “I love you more than I could ever love anyone. I don’t need anyone or anything in this world other than you.” He says before cupping her cheeks once again and pressing his lips to her forehead.

“Okay, okay. Stop being so cheesy.” Ada said lightly pushing on his chest with a smile.

“There she is…” Jude said happily as his right hand came to rest on her cheek again.

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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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From Admiration to Inspiration

YN YLN and Matt Riddle sat backstage, huddled in a corner, strategizing for their upcoming match on Monday Night Raw. As best friends and tag team partners, they knew the importance of having a solid plan. YN took the lead, flipping through her notes and brainstorming.

"Okay, Matt, here's what I'm thinking," YN began, her voice filled with determination. "We need to target their weak spots and capitalize on our agility. I have a few high-flying moves in mind that could give us the upper hand."

Matt nodded, his trademark laid-back demeanor not wavering. "Sounds rad, YN. But what about incorporating some of my submission moves? We can wear them down and set up for a big finish."

YN considered his suggestion, assessing their opponents' strengths and weaknesses. After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head. "I don't think that will work, Matt. They've shown resilience against submission holds in the past, and I think our best shot is to rely on our speed and teamwork."

Matt scratched his chin thoughtfully, mulling over YN's point of view. "I see where you're coming from, YN. You've always had a great eye for strategies. Okay, let's focus on showcasing our speed and coordination."

A smile spread across YN's face as they finalized their game plan. Despite their different approaches, they always found a way to mesh their skills seamlessly. It was one of the reasons why their friendship worked so well both in and out of the ring.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in cheers as YN YLN's entrance music blared through the speakers. She confidently strode down the ramp, her eyes on the ring, ready to put their plan into action. The fans roared even louder as Matt Riddle's entrance music hit, and he joined YN at the top of the ramp.

The Miz and Maryse, their opponents for the night, looked cocky and self-assured in the ring. They believed they had the upper hand, but YN and Matt were determined to prove them wrong.

As the bell rang, YN and Maryse started off the match. YN immediately showcased her speed, evading Maryse's attempts to grab her. With lightning-fast agility, YN executed a series of acrobatic maneuvers, leaving Maryse disoriented and frustrated.

Matt watched his partner's impressive display and eagerly awaited his turn. YN quickly made the tag, and Matt entered the ring, bringing his unique style to the mix. He delivered a barrage of strikes and kicks, stunning The Miz with his explosive offense.

YN and Matt's teamwork was impeccable. They seamlessly switched in and out, wearing down their opponents and maintaining control of the match. YN used her aerial skills to keep Maryse at bay while Matt applied his submission holds on The Miz, testing his resilience.

The crowd was on their feet, chanting their names and cheering every move. YN and Matt fed off the energy, their confidence growing with each second that passed.

Knowing it was time to finish the match, YN and Matt exchanged a knowing nod. YN ascended to the top turnbuckle while Matt hoisted The Miz onto his shoulders. With precision, YN leaped from above, crashing down onto The Miz with her signature Shooting Star Press, while simultaneously Matt executed his devastating Bro Derek finisher. The impact shook the ring, and the crowd exploded with deafening cheers.

The referee counted 1...2...3!

The bell rang, signaling YN and Matt's victory. They stood in the ring, elated and triumphant, their plan executed flawlessly.

As YN and Matt made their way backstage, their bodies still buzzing with adrenaline, they were greeted by none other than Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella. The couple, renowned for their own incredible wrestling careers, had been watching the match attentively.

Daniel's eyes sparkled with admiration as he approached YN and Matt. "That was an incredible performance," he said, a genuine smile plastered across his face. Brie nodded in agreement, her excitement evident.

YN and Matt exchanged glances of disbelief and gratitude. To have two highly respected and accomplished wrestlers like Daniel and Brie praising their performance was a dream come true. They humbly thanked the couple for their kind words.

"You two were electric out there," Brie praised. "Your chemistry and teamwork were on another level. It's clear that you both have bright futures ahead of you."

Daniel chimed in, "And what I loved most was your innovation in the ring. You brought a fresh energy and style that captivated the audience. Keep pushing boundaries and raising the bar."

YN and Matt couldn't help but feel a surge of motivation. The encouragement from Daniel and Brie went beyond a simple congratulations; it fueled their ambition to continue honing their skills and making a name for themselves in the industry.

As the conversation continued, Daniel and Brie shared some invaluable advice based on their own experiences. They spoke about the importance of staying humble, remaining dedicated to their craft, and always putting their health and well-being first. YN and Matt listened intently, soaking up every word.

Before parting ways, Daniel and Brie offered one final piece of wisdom: "Remember to always enjoy the journey. It's easy to get caught up in the pressures and expectations, but never lose sight of why you fell in love with wrestling in the first place."

With a renewed sense of purpose, YN and Matt thanked Daniel and Brie once again for their encouragement and guidance. They waved goodbye, eager to put their newfound inspiration into action.

As they ventured back into the bustling backstage area, YN and Matt shared a knowing glance. They were ready to continue their ascent, fueled by the support of industry veterans and the burning passion within them. The journey was far from over, but with each step forward, they were one step closer to achieving their dreams.

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