#requested!

[wouldtheyfuck]

#requested! #into the spider verse #olivia octavius #dr octopus #doc ock #glados #portal #portal 2

[glittering-moonlillie]

Rough Sketches (Damian Wayne x Artist! Reader)

Word Count: 2662

Warnings: Very suggestive, mild language

Summary: You knew all along that it was a bad idea to bring that dreaded sketchbook to his house, so why were you surprised to find out that things, indeed, went wrong.

The sounds of your 2B pencil hitting the smooth, white paper filled the silence of the wolf gray room. You started with a circle which, with a few more lines, easily transformed into a diamond shaped face. Next was the pointed nose along with the ears and neck, all of which were drawn with masterful precision. 

The eyes were always your favorite to draw; they were a deep and lively forest shade that made you melt whenever they came into contact with your own.  In this drawing specifically, his eyes were half lidded and showing only a sliver of green, his lips etched into a seductive smirk.

After a few more minutes, you were able to look down at the image of your boyfriend, Damian - shirtless, toned, and looking like he might chain you to his bed if you gave your consent. You held the notebook close to your chest and squealed, face tinted with both embarrassment and ardor.

You were an artist at heart, something that you and Damian bonded over the moment you two met. While Damian drew more realistically, focusing on actual details rather than abstracts, you preferred a more characterized style that personified a person’s personality. It lies between realism and cartoonism. People were always your favorite things to draw. There was always something satisfying about being able to perfectly capture a person with simple lines and colors. 

Over the time span of knowing one another, he quickly became your muse, the person you wanted to practice drawing over and over, and as your feelings for him increased so did your desire to get every single detail of him correctly. This desire continued the day he asked you to be his beloved girlfriend. 

Innocent drawings of his sharp eyes and cheshire smile morphed into something more risque, something dirtier. There were an array of pages with nothing but a shirtless Damian solely based on your secret desire for him to dominate you. 

For that reason, the small art collection was hidden away under the folds of your bed, only taken out during the darkest of nights when you got lonely enough. You were too embarrassed to ever reveal them in the light of day, and you were sure you would die if Damian ever uncovered the sketchbook. If Damian ever did see how perverted you really were, he would undoubtedly break up with you. After a string of terrible breakups, you weren’t sure if you could handle another, especially with the son Bruce Wayne. 

So it was a wonder why you left the sketchbook in your small night bag while you got ready to stay over at his house. It was a lapse of judgment, really, a small misstep that would certainly lead to disaster if you weren’t careful enough. And yet, there was a strong guiding force that  compelled you to take it out and start doodling.  After all, Damian was out on patrol and he said he would be back at 11:15 precisely. It was only 10:30 now, you had time to indulge in mindless fantasy, right? 

Your eyes traveled back down to your newest sketch, your brain trying to decide on whether or not you were disgusted with yourself or if you should be pleased. The drawing itself seemed alright, the anatomy was near perfect but the actual content…well…It felt sinful, like drinking too much bubbly soda that left a deep hole in your stomach and spoiled your dinner. 

As you glared down at your own creation, surgically dissecting the morality of drawing your boyfriend as often as you did (along with the few lude ones) when the window towards the front left of the room began to slide open. You could only watch like a deer in the scrutinizing gaze of a car’s headlights as Damian pulled himself through the small opening. 

“Beloved, I’m home.” He said, an unusual goofy smile plastered on his face. “Dick let me come home early and so I was able to pick up some food for us.”

Any profanity that you had been taught up till now was used at this exact moment to curse anything and everything: Your luck, the cruel gods, Dick Grayson, and most of all, yourself. You should have thrown the sketchbook into the fireplace in the living room once you realized you brought it - or, even better, you should have never created it in the first place.

 You shoved the indecent drawings underneath the dark green sheets.  “T-that’s…wonderful…” You sighed, breath shaky. Any slight oddity in your behavior could lead to Damian’s detective skills to be triggered. “Welcome home, my love!”

You stared at him, doing your best to imitate a calm and collected smile. Damian stared back, grin slowly shifting into something more curious. He took off his mask, tossing it onto his (frustratingly) organized mahogany desk and took a few steps closer to the bed. The food was left on the desk as well, the enticing aroma wafting over and tickling your nose. 

“Wh-what’s up?” You laughed half heartedly, voice trailing off as soon as the laughter escaped your throat. Did he have to tower over you like this -  like a cat about to pounce on his prey? 

“Nothing. I think…I think I just like the idea of coming home to you on my bed like this.” He plopped down onto the bed next to you, part of his darkened cape folding onto your legs. “That and you are acting quite peculiar.”

Lord almighty. 

“O-Oh? I am?” You asked, squirming towards the sketchbook, praying to any demon that would hear you that he would not notice its presence. Your hands crawled towards the book until it covered the huge DAMIAN WAYNE, MY BELOVED label attached to the front. 

Despite your pleas, it seemed that fate had something else hidden up its mischievous sleeves. 

Damian’s eyes narrowed as he scanned your movements until they landed on the haphazardly partially covered book. “Ah, you were drawing. I have never seen that cover before, can I look at it?”

Every nerve in your body seemed to be doused in gasoline fluid, only for him to kindly light a match and toss it, making everything burn inside and out. The blazing sensation rose to your cheeks and clogged your throat until it burned. Damian’s eyes continued to pierce straight through your soul and you realized the longer you took to respond, the more skeptical he will become. 

“Sketchbook? Right, yes, I was drawing while waiting for you to get home. Totally normal, totally fine, not something you would really be interested in.” With hasty hands, you pulled the pad close to your chest carefully so as to not expose the embarrassing label, your arms acting like a steel gate protecting glinting jewels from tempted dragons. 

His lips quirked into a frown and he, with minimal effort, raised a singular eyebrow. “That’s nonsense, Habibti. I always love seeing your art.” 

“I-I really don’t think you would want to see it. I mean, the sketches are really rough and it might melt your eyes off and your eyes are too pretty to be melted.” You exclaimed. 

Damian’s nose scrunched and it was at this moment you realized he did not believe you in the slightest. Unaffected by your behavior though, Damian reached for the coveted drawings swiftly, forcing you to jump off the bed and backpedal to the center of the room. 

“Beloved, this is nonsense. Why can’t I see your drawings?” Like a panther, Damian stalked his way towards you slowly yet purposefully. 

“Because!”

“Because…?”

He stepped closer, making him an arm’s reach away. Close enough to feel the irritation building up inside him. 

“Because I…” You drawed out the vowel. “I want to keep it private..?” It was a lie and you both knew it. Sharing art together was one of your guys’ main forms of quality time and you have never turned down the opportunity to do so. It was a quiet intimacy that allowed the other to see how you viewed the world and there was nothing you loved more.

There was a brief pause, echoing silence filling the room as the two of you engaged in an intense staring contest. It was at that moment, the second Damian’s lips twitched into a tenuous smirk, that you realized you began a competition you already lost. “Forgive me for this, alright Beloved?”

Damian extended his arm and attempted to grab the sketchbook again, resulting in the most terrifying game of tug of war you had ever participated in. Every centimeter of leverage you gained, Damian was there to pull back another 5 inches. You did your best to pull the drawings out of your boyfriend’s grasp but there was no way you could win in a tugging match with one of Gotham’s strongest protectors. 

With one harsh tug, you ended up falling on the carpeted floor of the room, hands empty. Damian’s frame towered over you, one hand trapping you under him and the other holding the sketchbook in his hands. A dangerous smile was plastered on his face. 

He pulled away, resting some of his weight on your lower abdomen and rendering you immobile. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but feel a certain way with Damian on top of you like this. His smirks were always rugged and somewhat sinister in tone, but now, with him on top of you, it felt like electricity shooting through your body and down between your thighs.

He scanned the front of the small binder and chuckled upon seeing the cover. “I see why you wouldn’t want to share this with me, I suppose. A sketchbook with nothing but me? Habibti, I’m flattered.”

You writhed, you pleaded, you begged - but Damian, with a small hum, began to flip through the pages. He would do anything to inflate his already bolstering confidence. With each flip, you counted down the remaining seconds you had of being his girlfriend. Seconds felt like an epoch and worse, you were powerless to do anything. 

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to share this with me, Habibti, these are wonderf-”

Damian’s voice waned as he flipped the next page; you could feel the pressure of his body settling, juxtaposed with his slight gaping mouth, curious eyes, and red tinted ears. Another shiver danced along your spine, like a ghost's touch, as he connected his eyes with yours. The intense green pigment left you feeling dizzy yet paralyzed with need, forcing you to close your eyes lest you might fall for him deeper. 

You waited for him to say something, anything, but all he could do was stare. The only comforting noise was the slight ringing in your ears from the loud silence.

“I knew you would think I was disgusting…” You muttered. 

Damian shook his head, eyes crinkling from the accusation.“What? No no…it’s not that, beloved. This isn’t disgusting in the slightest.” He said. “I was just a little surprised, my love.”

With a sigh, Damian pulled your dazed form into his arms and picked you up, carrying you back to the bed and laying you down on the covers. He pressed his lips to your temple delicately. “I want to show you something.”

He inched away with a whispered laugh. Damian lowered himself to the ground and pulled out what seemed to be a hidden box of drawing supplies and papers. 

“I wanted to show you this for a while, Habibti but a part of me was unsure how you would react.” He tugged out a similar looking sketchbook to yours. The cover was scuffed and darkened with age and each paper spilled out, begging for release. Damian stood back up and lightly kicked the box into place under the bed. 

Damian’s hand slipped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He held the mess of papers in front of you and as he pressed loving kisses along your exposed neck, he murmured a soft “Look through it.” 

You hesitantly opened the cover and the first image you see is a beautiful picture of you drawn with the loving intricacy of a photograph. Splashes of your favorite color decorated the outline of the portrait and you could discern the collar of the outfit Damian loved to see you wear. The next few pages were all similar to the first with the same picturesque quality; every portrait featured you smiling, flaws and all. 

Damian’s arms wrapped around you tighter, trapping you against him. You could feel his heartbeat matching yours, thumping against your back. His fingers played with your hair, twirling it into delicate curls. The way you were positioned, Damian’s thigh was directly in between your own, and you hated the urge you had to start rubbing yourself against him. 

As you flipped the next page, your vision is suddenly filled with drawings of you clothless, sprawled out and blushing. Damian had never seen you naked and yet every curve felt like looking in a silver lined mirror. Your breathing hitched. 

“I think you have the most gorgeous body in the world,” He said, “I’ve always wanted to worship your body fully but I wasn’t sure if you wanted that or not…”

His finger trailed down your neck to the opening of your shirt, leaving a fiery trail of butterflies in its wake and teasingly playing with the buttons. “I didn’t realize you needed me this badly, Beloved…” He whispered in your ear. 

“D-Damian…”

You shifted around, body suddenly searching - yearning - for something, but you weren’t sure what. It was an exuberant, even wanton, anticipation; a breathless pining that consumed every ounce of your being until your mind became clouded with need. Any previous inhibition you had quickly drifted away. 

There was some more shuffling of papers and yet another soft chuckle emanated. “Darling, if you wanted to know how big I was, you could have just asked.”

He held up another picture from your sketchbook, one where you attempted to draw a fully nude picture of Damian that ended up being scrapped, the only remnant being the question How big even is he? 5, 6 inches maybe? 

Instead of being embarrassed by this though, the comment only furthered your lack of restraint, and you had to slowly rock yourself back and forth against Damian’s thigh to assuage the increasingly empty pit deep within you. Damian’s lips pressed against your neck once more, surely leaving marks to remember in the morning. 

A small whimper escaped your mouth, his hands wandering up further until they palmed your chest. You allowed yourself to move just a bit faster, only for Damian’s hands to trail back down and tightly grab your hips, forcing you to remain still. 

“Damian, what the hell!” You whined. 

“Patience, my love. If you want me to fuck you then you have to calm down, alright?” He turned you around so that you were now face to face and kissed you gently. “This is our first time after all, I want to do it right.”

He continued to press tortuous open-mouthed kisses down your body, unbuttoning your blouse along the way. “You are so beautiful…” He murmured against your skin. 

Your back arched from the hint of pleasure feasting your body, picking away at every last bit of sanity until nothing remained. The comfortable clothes you wore suddenly felt too tight and restricting to breathe.

He pushed you onto the bed so your back was flush against the covers, his frame looming over you, and from the tent of his black pants, you could tell that your estimation of five to six inches was far off. 

“Damian…I need you…” You panted. “Please”

“And you will have me, Y/n.” He assured, the loving smile he only showed you in full view. “But for right now, I just want you to stay still and be good for me, alright?”

So as some of you may seen, I don't have as much experience with writing heavy spicy stuff, so I know that this is probably really bad. But! That's okay! Because one day I am going to look back at cringe, and that will just be a sign of my improvement! Also, I wasn't sure how to end it so...uh...OPEN ENDING-

#Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Al Ghul #Suggestive #Damian Wayne x Y/n #DC #Comics #Romance #Fluff #Damian Wayne x Artist! Reader #Requested!

[sunnyyangie]

ur writing is soooooo good oh my god… lately i have been obsessed with nerdy!jiung being rough on his pretty gf and breeding her 🙈 i’m obsessed w jiung

thank you omg 🥹🥹💖 i appreciate it love hehe

nsfw under the cut!!

and OU I SEE THE VISION..

like i’m imagining your first time with nerdy!jiung, you would Think would be a little awkward, bc you Think that he’s inexperienced. WRONG.

his dominance would even show with your first kiss, then leading to more. the way he would easily overpower you and take the lead once you’re both undressed it would SHOCK you.

pinning you to the bed. leaving his marks all over you. VERY possessive i feel.

i think even big dick!jiung would be 🫠 in this situation . sliding into you for the first time and having to hold back because he’s stretching you out SO much. then when he sees the tummy bulge?? oh he would go crazy.

his hand pressed against your stomach as he thrusts into you. hearing your moans and seeing how you twitch underneath him. very into praise or degradation (whichever ur into!) and dirty talk.

once you’re close and start begging for him to cum inside, it sets off his breeding kink. talking about how he’s gonna fill you up and talk about having a kid as he’s groaning in your ear.

when he cums, he really makes sure you’re stuffed full of him with an extra hard thrust.

#jiung wants to be in my bias line so bad i swear 🫠🫠 #jiung x reader #choi jiung smut #piwon hard thoughts #p1harmony smut #sunny answers ☀️ 🐥 #requested! #from: anon

[katsu28]

can i request a stiles imagine where he gets the reader mad and she ignores him and he spends all day trying to get her to forgive him

this request has literally been sitting in my inbox for months, i’m so sorry it took so long!! hope you like it <3

cold shoulder

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader 

summary: see request! 

warnings: swearing as always but i think that's pretty much it

masterlist + taglist

(gif from google, credit to owner)

It was just another morning in Beacon Hills. You were driving to school like you always did, when you saw a familiar figure with a head of brown hair hurrying along the sidewalk. 

Smiling, you pulled over and rolled down your window, calling Liam’s name. His head whipped in your direction, recognition dawning in his blue eyes when he saw that it was you trying to get his attention. 

“Need a ride?” You offered, tilting your head at him. Liam hesitated, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then closed it, nodding and hopping into the passenger seat. You made sure he was buckled before pulling back out onto the road. 

“Thanks.” He said quietly, shifting his backpack on the floor between his feet. 

“No problem.” You replied. “So, what’d you do last night?” 

“What? Nothing.” Liam blurted. “I didn’t do anything last night. Just homework. Really boring, actually.” 

If there was one thing you knew about Liam, it was that he was a god awful liar. 

“Yeah? What class?” You played along, despite your growing suspicions. 

“History.” 

“Liam, you didn’t have any history homework last night. Mr. Yukimura was out sick, all of his classes had a sub.” 

“Oh.” 

“What did you really do last night?” You sighed, glancing over at him with a pointed look. 

“I don’t think I’m supposed to say.” He muttered, hunkering down in his seat. 

“You don’t think? Who told you to say that?” You asked incredulously as you pulled up to a red light, which gave you the opportunity to aim a glare over at the younger boy. He shifted uncomfortably under your pointed look. “Liam, I swear to god—”

“I went with Stiles to spy on Theo, okay?” He blurted. “He’s gonna be so mad at me, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” 

Liam was with Stiles last night? That couldn’t be right. “No, Stiles told me he was having a movie night with his dad last night.”

“Well, he wasn’t. He dragged me out to the preserve for the whole night, and Theo didn’t even freaking do anything. I didn’t get home till after midnight, my stepdad was pissed.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He grounded me for two weeks!” 

“No, I meant you’re sure Stiles was with you?” 

“Again, yeah, I’m sure.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, because if Stiles had been with Liam last night, that meant he’d lied to you about missing movie night. And if he’d lied to you so effortlessly this time, what else had he lied to you about throughout your relationship? 

“Uh, Y/N?” Liam’s hesitant voice drew you out of your thoughts. “The light’s green.” 

Your eyes refocused on the road ahead to see that the light was in fact green, foot pressing down on the gas as you finished out your drive to school with Liam in awkward silence. As soon as you shifted into park, he was scrambling out of the car with a mumbled ‘thanks for the ride’ before hurrying off, presumably to get away from you as quickly as he could.

You on the other hand, remained frozen in the driver’s seat, mind running through every possible reason you could think of for why Stiles had lied to you. Stiles never lied to you. Your honesty with each other was one of your favorite things about your relationship with him—the fact that no matter what, you’d always tell each other the truth. 

What had changed? Was it something you’d done? 

You barely heard the first bell ring through your muddled thoughts, but you gathered yourself, grabbing your bag and heading inside.

Usually, you’d stop off at your locker to unload some books, but you remembered that Stiles always waited for you there so you could walk to your first class together. And right now, he was the one person that you definitely didn’t want to see. For sanity’s sake, you needed to avoid him the best you could until you sorted out how you were feeling about him lying to you. 

So you beelined for chemistry, sitting in your usual seat and praying that some other student would come sit next to you so you wouldn’t have to face Stiles yet. 

Your prayers were very much not answered when you spotted Stiles and Scott making their way into the classroom right as the bell rang again. 

“Hey, babe!” Stiles chirped, sliding into the empty seat next to you. He leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek like he always did, but you turned your head, causing him to faceplant into your shoulder. “Uh…okay. Did you get my texts last night?” 

You shifted your body away from him, busying yourself with rummaging through your bag for a pencil instead of answering him. Of course you got his texts, but now that you knew he was lying about what he was doing, his i love you and see you tomorrow, sweetheart texts just left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“Y/N?” Stiles’ voice held a tinge of concern now. “Is everything okay?” You ignored him still, looking straight ahead at the board as Ms. Finch started writing your lab for the day on the board. Stiles shared a confused look with Scott behind your back at your actions (or lack thereof). 

“What’s wrong?” Scott mouthed, eyes flitting from your set jaw to Stiles’ bewildered gaze. Stiles merely shrugged. He opened his mouth to voice his confusion at your sudden aloofness, but Ms. Finch’s sharp voice had his eyes snapping to the front of the room. 

“Listen up, you guys, today we’re going to be doing another lab, so I need everyone to find a lab partner or I will find one for you!” She announced, looking around the room of students before her. “You have two minutes to pick your partners, so go now and quickly.” 

Fuck. 

You and Stiles always paired up for labs, him claiming that it was your undeniable chemistry with each other that allowed you to earn top marks on them. And if this were any other day, your heart would do a little dance in your chest at his sweet words, but it wasn’t just any other day.

And maybe you were overreacting, but you didn’t really care right now. All you knew was that you didn’t want to work with him today. 

You shot up from your chair as soon as you saw Stiles turn to you out of the corner of your eye, still avoiding eye contact with him as you made your way across the room and settled next to another student. 

“Dude, what did you do?” Scott asked incredulously, sliding into your old seat next to Stiles. 

“I don’t know!” 

“Well, you obviously did something, or else Y/N wouldn’t be avoiding you like the plague.” 

“You don’t think I know that?” Stiles huffed, frowning as he racked through his brain to try and figure out why you were— “Oh. I fucked up.” 

“What happened?” 

Stiles dragged a hand down his face, letting out a strangled groan. “I lied to her. Told her I was watching a movie with my dad last night, but I was really in the preserve staking out Theo.” 

“How did she even find out?” 

“I don’t—Liam. I bet he told her, that little shit! Control your Beta, dude!” 

“How is this my fault?” Scott exclaimed. “You’re the one who lied to your girlfriend!” 

Stiles was about to shoot back a sarcastic response (as usual), but was cut off when Ms. Finch started going over the lab instructions. Instead, he glanced over at you, taking note of your scowl and growing increasingly more guilty by the second. 

He needed to fix this. Fast. 

------- 

Your attempts to avoid Stiles were successful until you were exchanging books at your locker afterschool. 

You’d only made it this far by pure luck—spotting him a split second before he spotted you and taking a different route to class, stepping behind a taller student in the hallway, even so much as ducking into the bathroom when you saw him coming just so he would have to move on eventually. 

It was safe to say that you were in quite the hurry, wanting to get your things and get home before he tried to corner you again. 

“Y/N.” Stiles’ voice from right next to you made your jaw clench. You refused to look at him, instead passive aggressively (or really just aggressively) shoving a textbook into your backpack. “I know you’re ignoring me, and I deserve it, okay? I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Still silence from you. “Look, can we just talk about this instead of you being mad at me and icing me out?” You slammed your locker shut with a loud bang, fixing him to the spot with a glare before turning to walk away. Before you could get far, he grabbed your arm gently, turning you back to face him. “Babe, please—” 

“You’re a liar, Stiles. We said we’d be honest with each other from the start, and I trusted you to keep your word, but you’re a fucking liar.” You snapped, wrenching your arm out of his grip. He opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head. "I think I deserve the right to be mad at you for once.” 

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to protect you.” 

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed. “I’m part of the pack too, I don’t need you to protect me all the time, okay? I can take care of myself just fine.” 

“I know that, baby, trust me, I do,” He sighed, dragging a hand through his already messy dark hair as he tried to figure out how to express his thoughts without sounding like a jackass. “I just—this is different than the shit we’ve dealt with in the past. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, because I know you can. I’ve seen you in action. But this…Theo’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m scared for us.” 

“It’s okay to be scared, Stiles, nobody could face the stuff that we have and not be scared out of their fucking mind, but I thought we were a team. Finding out that you lied and went off on with Liam instead of me made me feel like you didn’t want my help anymore. That you’d found someone better and were gonna leave me in the dark from now on.”

Your anger had dissipated now that you knew Stiles wasn’t just ditching you for shits and giggles. 

His expression softened instantly, and he took your hands in his, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles as he pulled you closer. “I would never ditch you for anyone else. Especially not Liam—god, do you know how much of a little shit that kid is?” 

A giggle erupted out of your mouth at that, giving Stiles the courage he needed to tug you flush against his chest. With his lips pressed against your hair, he murmured out a promise he intended never to break ever again. 

“I swear on my life that I won’t lie to you ever again, Y/N. I’m sorry.” 

“You’re forgiven. Mostly.” You sighed, looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up to look at him.

“Mostly?” 

“You still owe me a movie night, Stilinski.” 

“Oh, definitely,” Stiles let out a relieved laugh, smiling down at you. “Anything you want, sweetheart.” 

“I was thinking we could have a romcom marathon?” 

“Anything except that.” Your elbow jabbed into his ribs. “Ow, shit—no, I’d love that! So much.” 

You smiled innocently. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Of course.” 

“Because you did say anything I wanted.” 

“Did I? I don’t remember saying that.” 

Taglist!

@doublecrazyyymofo @unbelievablystillafangirl @wittiestrain184 @sk3lby @raajali3 @conans-folk @eichenhouseproperty

#requested! #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #teen wolf #teen wolf one shot #stiles stilinski one shot #stiles x reader #stiles x y/n #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien

[hakkikun]

YOR FORGER ✧ SPY X FAMILY GIF ICONS

#*creations #*spy x family #spy x family #spyxfamily #sxf #sxfedit #sxfsource #anisource #dailyanime #fyanimegifs #fyeahanimegifs #yor forger #yor briar #requested! #ive never made icons so i didnt know what to do lol i TRIED

[starfirette]

Hey!anon here! Since you made a Fluff Alphabet for Dori,can you maybe make an NSFW version? If not,or request are closed then it's okay 🍵🌷

❇starfirette renaissance day two...?!?!?!?! I thoroughly enjoyed this!

❇Dori Sakurada NSFW Alphabet | more Dori fics here! | masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pillow talker meets attentive retail staffer. Encourages you to pee and shower up; engages in aftercare behaviors you additionally require, such as reassurance or food. He’s very much your dom so he takes his role seriously. Your health and wellbeing is incredibly important to him so he’s going to pay attention to that first!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He prefers his mouth or his hands; he is self aware and he knows that he was asked to model a lipstick for a reason. As for you, he loves your hair. To pull it, to control you with it; or to softly play with, braid absentmindedly…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your tongue. “Be good and swallow it”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a kinky, kinky man. He wouldn't consider this a secret if he weren't so well known. Being that he is famous he keeps it on the down low. Very likely to be into BDSM as a dom only. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Average experience. Has had sexual relationships with partners and BDSM experiences with strictly sexual partners. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you're on your knees or intricately restrained 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Maybe strikes jokes in a mocking way, sometimes are your expense but he wouldn't ever mean it 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I doubt he'd shave at all. Maybe to keep things neat but he doesn't bother trying to stay bare

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he's in a relationship and he loves you, then he can be tender and romantic. But with a strictly sexual partner or a one night stand, he wouldn't bother/feel comfortable 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Makes you watch while he edges himself. He likes the JOE 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom and Sub, as well as pain infliction and degradation. He thoroughly gets off on being in complete control. He edges himself and he'll edge you, too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly in his own place just because his toys and his ‘area’ is there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you whine. When you misbehave. When you obviously are in need of his attention 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't foresee him being into the Daddy thing. He's more of a master 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to grip a fistful of your hair while you guides your mouth up and down on his cock. He also likes to tie you up and put a gag in your mouth before he goes down on you. Sometimes, as a punishment, he'll overstimulate you. He won't take it easy. He won't let you think of it as a prize: he'll suck your clit like a jolly rancher while you scream over the gag. He knows it gets uncomfortable after a while and that's why it's a punishment

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough over slow and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his forte

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh yes, absolutely! 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can be pretty tired after a long day of work and filming and everything else. It really depends on how far you two want to go and if he has the time and energy to do anything. Of course if you two want to have a chill quickie he's totally down! I think he doesn't mind being a soft, service dom, especially if you ask! 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why yes he certainly does. I imagine a sex swing, rope, floggers, and gags are some of his favorites. Just anything to keep you restrained. He is content with using his hands and mouth to punish or reward you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very much likes to edge you! Most of the experience is foreplay. Generally getting you wet and excited. You like to be teased, he likes to tease you, so it’s a win-win.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud and he LIKES being loud, he PREFERS it. If he has to yell at you then we will. Brats will be punished. But good girls get their praise. Loud encouragement is the best encouragement. He is vocal about his own pleasure and he is sure to let his girl know she’s doing such a good job.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You two have made sex tapes, but they’re kept on your phone and not his 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I imagine he is chiseled and sharp edged, toned with slight muscles that make him bulkier than he typically would be. I also have to say he is hung as a horse 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think that the more he loves you the more he finds himself craving you. He thinks about you all the damn time. You consume his thoughts when he is bored or daydreaming. He finds himself fantasizing about everything he wants to do to you when he sees you next

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once you’re all cleaned up and taken care of he’ll feel comfortable to chill and fall asleep. Part of being a dom means looking out for your sub. He takes it very seriously and he’d never want to leave you without the aftercare that you need

#dori sakurada x reader #dori sakurada smut #dori sakurada imagine #dori sakurada #starfirette writes #starfirette renaissance #requested! #I have no more tags #that's sad #I refuse to clickbait yall with Dori characters x reader #but I have those :))) #if you're interested #if you're reading this tags #I just want the continue reading thingy for the tags #so #i'm watching miss congeniality #my sister is eating chips #yeah #i think this works

[silverstonesainz-archive]

bestie could you do another Carlos insta post cause I feel like you capture him so well

i try my best. i think it’s bc i project too much on that man. but here u go!

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

foodie – carlos sainz instagram edit

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carlossainz55 not long now baby. see you soon ❤️ – ❤️ by yourusername

carlosfan2 okay but on a scale of 1-10 how good is his carbonara?

yourusername 12/10. too good. nothing compares.

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[delicatepointofview]

Harry mixing up the lyrics in Keep Driving. — One Night Only in New York.

#harry styles #stylesnews #stylesedits #hledit #hlcreators #hljournal #gif* #flashing tw #requested!

[phoxphenex]

req: texts with chenle where he's your classmate and you always flirt with him boldly and tell him you like him but he always rejects your advances saying he's not interested and you swear you'll get him until you get tired of it and stop texting and replying to him so he realizes he's in love with you and apologizes until he wins you back

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥

#nct social media au #scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct chenle #chenle #zhong chenle #chenle fanfic #requested! #heart emoji

[inarebelliousstage]

i think the idea of parenting crows with mammon is cute, so. @mammoneythegreat had requested this, and I'm sorry I'm so fucking— late. still enjoy? a lot of mammon stories recently, idk he's been a brain worm.

So cute.

————

you sat comfortably next to mammon, holding a small bag with a few different things inside.

you glanced over to mammon who was gently holding a crow within his hand, he was smiling.

"ya' wanna feed 'em?" he asked.

you nodded, pushing your hand within your bag and taking out a small handful. you then cupped your hand a bit, making it easier for the bird to eat, then slowly put it in front of them.

the crow began pecking at your hand, then mammon set them down, you then throwing the food in front of the rest of the flock.

mammon smiled, as he listened to the noises around him. the cawing was loud and tiring but, with you he could withstand it.

he glanced at you, seeing if you had felt the same or if you were faking it. you had a bright smile on your face, petting one of the crows head gently. it took some time for you to get to this point but— it was sure pleasing to be here.

"so, I'm takin' it ya' like 'em?" he spoke, looking at you intently.

"mh, yeah. they're adorable. like they're father." you added a small joke, chuckling. mammon blushed, raising his arm behind his head.

"it's almost like yer' beggin' me to kiss ya'!" he huffed out, smirking as you blushed a slight.

"why don't you do it then? huh, great mammon?" you replied, your wit stronger than his by a long shot.

mammon sighed, looking at the crows, hoping they'd stop talking. he leaned towards you, his eyes focused on you now.

"don't go.. regrettin' this, y/n.." he whispered before placing his lips on yours, wrapping his arm around your lower back. eliciting a small, "mnh" you pulled away, both of you looking at each other's flushed face.

you began giggling as mammon sighed, feeling two small claws on his head. one of the crows seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable than you. mammon raised his hand to gently grab 'em, placing them back with the flock.

he took this chance to catch you a bit off guard, placing a kiss to your jawline as he flicked a coin towards the crows.

his lips and breath were warm against your skin.

"M–Mammon?" you huffed out a bit, looking at him.

mammon just mumbled, slurring over his words a bit, face flushed and sweat already piling up on his skin.

"Why don't you ever stop teasin' me? My heart can't take it."

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #mammon avatar of greed #shall we date mammon #om mammon #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon #requested!

[hamham-moments]

#hamtaro #bijou #Ham-Ham Heartbreak #hamha #frogs #sunny peak #butterfly #i was expecting butterflies :( #requested!

[wouldtheyfuck]

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[somethinglikethatyeah83]

oh my one of the few people who write for campbell bain do you take requests? cuz if so can you do campbell x reader who spoils him like anything he wants they get for him cuz they kinda suck at verbally expressing their love (totally not calling myself out here)

GIFTS: Campbell Bain

Pairing: Campbell Bain x GN!Reader

Warnings: Long mentions of depression but that's it :)

Summary: The request above :)

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: My first request thank you for sending it in! Yes I do requests, on my masterlist there is a link to a post about who i write for. I hope this was what you were looking for!

Depression was hard. There were so many things that became restricted as a result of it and I thought I had learned to deal with it. I thought that the meds were helping and that I was able to be somewhat normal. Turns out they weren't doing much for my love life, which was the first and main thing that annoyed me. Yes, it meant I couldn’t sleep, and that my appetite went at random times, and that I couldn’t control my smile all the time, but those things had become part of me.

Campbell was also part of me. I loved him so, so much, but just couldn’t show it. Depression just didn’t cater for being in a relationship.

I wasn’t able to be there for him 100% of the time, like he was for me. I wasn’t always available to hang out on the times we got a day pass, and it meant I couldn’t even get out of bed some days. I couldn’t hug him whenever I wanted, even if it was the only thing I could do.

So I had to find a way to show my appreciation for him somehow, because I did appreciate him so much. He was so lovely, and perfect, and exactly what I needed all the time. It took me a while, but I eventually found a way to show this appreciation. Gifts.

Any type of gift. Whether it was handmade, or a little card with a love note in it, or some flowers that magically turned up on his bedside table every few mornings. Giving him something felt like the only way I could show my appreciation for him. Even if he wasn’t the most materialistic person, I could still tell it meant a lot to him, which was the point.

After a few months, I could tell he was getting suspicious. We hadn’t yet breached the topic of what to do when I wasn’t as affectionate as he was, and so he wouldn’t have known that that’s what the gifts were a replacement of, but he was starting to connect the dots. I didn’t really care, to be honest, but it did mean that I would have to talk about why I wasn’t as touchy and affectionate as he was, which I would definitely struggle with.

This morning I had woken up and dragged myself out of bed in the early hours to visit the florists down the road. The nurses had happily let me out since it was the day I got a day pass, and I returned a few minutes later with a fresh bouquet of tulips mixed in with some long-stemmed roses and daisies. It was the usual group I got, but I also managed to get a bar of chocolate and paired it with a card I had written the night before. It was September, nowhere near Valentines day, and yet it was exactly what I saw other people give each other on the 14th of February. I wouldn’t know what to do on actual Valentines day, since it would definitely have to outshine this, but that was a completely different problem.

I was allowed to borrow a vase from the kitchen crew and once the flowers were popped inside it with some water, I snuck into Campbell’s room with a subtle smile curved into my lips. What I didn’t account for was that he was already awake, which never happened, sitting up in bed as if he was waiting for me.

“Ha!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Cam, you’re awake.”

He nodded, grinning and sitting up on the mattress. “Yeah, to catch you, silly! I finally did it. I finally caught you.”

“You���re acting as if I’ve committed a crime, it's just some flowers. I do this every week, s’not like it’s anything special.” I tell him, trying to avoid the question of why, which was the main thing I didn’t want him to find out about. He continues talking while I put the vase down on his bedside table, putting the chocolate and card behind it in the hopes he won’t notice until I’ve left.

“Aye, but every week. You spoil me every single week.” He points out, taking my hand and dragging me down onto the bed with him. “Why?”

I shrug my shoulders, not yet defeated. “Does there have to be a reason?”

“Well, no, but-”

“So butt out.” I snapped, not realising that I had. “Do I need a reason to spoil my boyfriend because that’s the only way I know how to show that I appreciate and love him? Can’t I just be caring without being questioned about every small thing?”

Campbell had a small, loving smile curved into his lips. “Is that it?”

I blinked at him, shuffling around in my spot on the mattress, swallowing deeply and refusing to make eye contact with him. “Is that what?”

“Is that why you spoil me?” He asks, voice soft and like silk as he took my hands in his. “Because you don’t know how else to show you love me?”

The palm of my hand ran up my arm as I bit the inside of my cheek. All I had to do was admit that, yes, that was the reason, but it was easier said than done. I felt his hand rest atop my knee, soothing me. “Depression doesn’t really accommodate relationships. I’m not good at showing how much I love you but when I give you something it always feels easy.”

“And you were, what? Embarrassed about that?”

“In all these shows we watch each night, all the couples are so affectionate with each other, and I’d love to be like that with you but for some reason… I just can’t seem to be able to.” I admitted, shrugging my shoulders as if I didn’t know what I was talking about when in fact it was the one thing that had plagued my mind since I discovered it myself. “It makes me feel like shit.”

Within a split second, Campbell has his arms around my waist and has lifted me into his lap, my back against his chest. Next I feel his chin rest on my shoulder, and his words vibrating against my skin. “Never feel shit because of that. I don’t care that you can't be affectionate, because I know you love me, and I certainly love you, there’s no changing that. I love the gifts, I really do, and you can continue giving them to me if you really want but don’t think you have to spend money on me if you’re just doing it for that.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, resting my head back on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, though. I never said that.”

My lips curled into a smile. “You're welcome. I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” And I can hear the grin on his lips just for those four words. We spend a few minutes curled up in each other's arms, Cam still slightly sleepy, but I sit up slightly when I feel him move his arm away from me and over to his bedside table. “Hey, what’s this?” And I just about see him pick up the chocolate from my peripheral view. “Did you buy chocolate as well?”

I shrug. “Maybe…”

“Y/N!”

#campbell bain #campbell bain fluff #campbell bain x reader #campbell bain fanfic #fanfiction #requested! #takin over the asylum

[sunnyyangie]

choi taeyang x gn reader

cw: established relationship, suggestive themes

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you hear the front door swing open and shut, and your boyfriend calling out, “baby, i’m home!”

taeyang had come over after his schedules so you could treat him to a home cooked meal; his favorite, samgyeopsal. you had had a self care day, taking care of yourself, making yourself look and feel good, and with taeyang coming over, why not feel extra good with a new pheromone perfume you haven’t used yet?

“in the kitchen!” you yell back, plating the pork belly.

you hear his footsteps near you, then his arms wrap around your waist. a soft kiss placed on your cheek, then, “hi, sweetheart.” taeyang rests his chin on your shoulder as he admires the food laid out on the counter. “looks and smells really good.” he kisses a trail from your shoulder to your neck, burying himself in the nook.

“thank you, taeng. worked hard on it just for you.” you reach your arm back to scratch at his scalp lovingly.

“i mean you, too.” you feel and hear him inhale at your skin as he rubs at your waist.

you giggle, “thank you, just a new perfume i’m trying out. like it?” you turn off the grill and and face him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“love it.” taeyang continues kissing up your neck, jawline, then finally to your lips. his tongue pushing into your mouth, you grip his long hair, causing a soft groan from him.

you both lean back to catch your breaths, soft smiles at the other. when taeyang suddenly lifts you up and sets you on the counter, you gasp, especially when he latches onto your neck once again.

“tae,” you whine as he sucks hickeys onto your sensitive skin. “the food is getting cold.”

“we can warm up the food, but you,” he smiles flirtatiously. “i can’t wait to have you.”

#p1harmony smut #p1harmony x reader #choi theo smut #choi theo x reader #piwon hard hours #p1harmony hard hours #piwon hard thoughts #requested!

[katsu28]

can you please write a drunk love confession (kinda like the Rachel/ross one from friends?) but super angsty (with a happy ending ofc) thank ya!! xx

i just reread your request after writing this and i think this was kinda what you were asking for, but i haven’t seen Friends in years so…i could be wrong. i hope you enjoy this even if i got it completely wrong <3 thank you for requesting, i had too much fun writing this!!

the one with the drunk love confession

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader 

summary: see request! 

warnings: swearing, kinda angsty, also way longer than i originally planned but oh well 

a/n: there wasn't a character specified for this, so i just picked my boy jj bc i missed writing for him! hope that's okay :)

masterlist + taglist

(gif from @jensensfanfic!)

You knew that calling JJ wasn’t the best idea. But you were slightly past tipsy (okay maybe a bit more than just slightly) and higher than a fucking kite, so that little voice in the back of your head telling you to put down your goddamn phone wasn’t a main priority at the moment. 

As the dial tone rang, you took another swig of beer, sighing in satisfaction at the cool bitterness of it sliding down your throat. Beer wasn’t usually your drink of choice, but it was all you had in the fridge right now—courtesy of the blond boy you were currently calling. 

“Yo, it’s JJ! I’m probably out doing some shit I’m not supposed to, but leave a message and maybe I’ll hit you back. Or maybe I won’t, I dunno. Peace!” God, that stupid voicemail always used to annoy the shit out of you, but right now, in your drunken haze, it kinda made your heart ache a little bit more. 

“Pick up your damn phone, J, I need to tell you something.” You mumbled, words slurred by one too many cans of beer. After a few seconds of waiting for him to answer before you remembered this was his voicemail, you chuckled drunkenly to yourself. “Hey. It’s me, your best friend. I just wanted to tell you that everything—everything is fine. Everything is totally fine. I’m happy for you. Happy that you—you found someone who makes you happy.” 

You hiccuped, letting out another airy laugh. “Anyways, the reason why I called was to let you know that I am over you. I’m over you, and—shit, I need to pee. Fuck. Uh, I’m—I’m not in love with you anymore. I’m totally over you. Yeah. That’s it. ‘Mkay, I’m gonna go. Love you, bye.” 

With that, you hung up, tossing your phone aside in favor of downing the rest of the remaining beer in the can before heaving yourself up from the couch and stumbling towards the bathroom. After you were done, you returned to your previous position, now fighting the sleep threatening to overtake you and very quickly losing. The last thing you remembered was thinking about the message you’d left JJ, and how you were proud of yourself for finally getting some closure regarding the feelings you had for him. 

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You were woken up in the morning by a pillow being thrown at your face, blinking awake slowly to see none other than JJ Maybank hovering over you, squinting at you curiously. JJ tended to show up at your place randomly, and after the time you almost smacked him upside the head with a baseball bat as he crawled through an open window instead of knocking, now used the key you’d given him to come and go as he pleased. 

“You look like shit.” He snickered, deftly dodging the palm you shoved up towards him. “What did you even do last night?” 

“Drank the beer you left in the fridge.” 

JJ’s eyebrows flew sky high. “All of it? Y/N, that was like, a whole pack.” 

“Mmhm. Smoked those joints I snagged from your stash too.” You mumbled, rubbing your eye furiously. 

“Damn.” JJ let out an impressed whistle. “Who pissed you off?” 

“I don’t even remember, man,” You pulled yourself off the couch, picking up all the empty beer cans littering the coffee table and tossing them into the trash on your way to the bathroom to find some painkillers. Vague memories of last night bounced through your mind in flashes, some more clear, but most of them just a blur. You remembered hearing JJ’s voice over the phone, but not really anything after that. “J, did you call me last night?” 

“Call you? Nah, I stayed over at Brianna’s last night. Haven’t even touched my phone since yesterday morning.” 

Right. Brianna, JJ’s perfect new girlfriend. Of course he was with her last night. Lately, that was where he’d been spending most of his time when he wasn’t working. But you weren’t bitter. Not even a little bit. 

“Huh, that’s weird. I swear I remember talking to you, but I was super wasted last night, so,” You sighed from the bathroom, dry swallowing two painkillers, then padding back out to the kitchen. “I probably dreamt it, or something.” 

“Sounds like you had a blast.” He chuckled, flopping onto the couch with a satisfied huff. You flipped him off behind your back, busying yourself with rifling through the fridge for something to eat and heaving out a sigh when you saw that the shelves were pretty much barren. You made a mental note to swing by the store after your shift at The Wreck tonight. “Yo, you called me last night. There’s a message right here.” 

“Really? It’s probably nothing, you can just—” 

Shit. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

Everything came flooding back in one go—calling JJ late last night, spilling your guts about being both in love and over him, leaving him that fucking voicemail. 

“Dude, you sound absolutely zooted. How much kush was in those joints?” JJ snorted. 

You slammed the fridge shut, all but sprinting towards him, even vaulting over the coffee table like some sort of freaking ninja. “Gimme the phone! Give me your fucking phone, JJ, I swear to god—” 

He sprung up from the couch with a surprised cry, sidestepping your attempts at grabbing his phone. “The fuck is your problem, Y/N? Stop it!” 

You took a chance, throwing yourself onto his back to try and snatch it out of his hand before he had a chance to hear the whole voicemail. But when he froze in place, you knew you were too late. He’d heard the whole thing. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god, this isn’t happening,” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you slid off his back and faceplanted back onto the couch. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, and you were glad for it. Maybe he’d suddenly gone deaf and didn’t actually hear the message. Maybe he’d sprouted a sudden bout of amnesia and forgot everything that happened in the last ten minutes. Maybe—

“You’re over me?” He asked softly. You felt the couch dip down opposite from where you were buried in it. “You’re over me. When were you—when were you…under me?” 

“Oh my god,” You repeated, voice muffled by the couch cushion. 

JJ poked your leg once, twice, then a third time. “Hey. Y/N, look at me. What’s happening? Why are you—what are you doing?” 

“I can’t,” You groaned, finally sitting up. You still refused to look at him though, so he did the only thing he could think of. He kept poking you until you met his gaze, which only took about thirty seconds. “Fine. Lately, I’ve kinda, sorta, maybe…had feelings for you.” 

“Oh. That’s—oh.” His brow creased in thought. “You have feelings for me.” 

“Yeah, well, you had them first.” You didn’t know why you were suddenly so defensive, but you couldn’t take it back now. 

“Whoa, whoa, how did you know that? Who told you? Was it Kie? John B? I can’t tell anyone anything anymore, jesus fuck!” 

“It was Pope. You know how bad he is at keeping secrets.” 

JJ nodded. “That makes more sense. Uh, when?” 

“The night you went on your first date with Brianna.” 

“Brianna. Oh fuck. Bri—I need to go.” JJ spluttered, stumbling to his feet. His hands lodged into his hair as he made his way to the front door, then turned around to face you again. “No, I’ll stay. I don’t know.” 

You started to approach him, then decided against it, keeping both arms wrapped around yourself like you’d be able to shield yourself from the clusterfuck of awkwardness you’d unleashed into the atmosphere. “I’m sorry, J, I didn’t mean to make things weird. I was really drunk last night, and I—” 

“You…you were in love with me. But you’re over me now.” He interrupted, letting his hands slap against his sides. “You are over me now, right? We can just forget this ever happened?” 

You wanted to tell him you were really over him, but you were honestly tired of keeping this huge secret for so long. And as daunting as it seemed, it was time to own up to your feelings and lay it all out there in the open. 

“No.” 

“No…as in, you’re not over me?” 

“I’m still in love with you, JJ.” You mumbled, lifting your gaze from your socked feet to meet his very conflicted one. 

“I can’t do this right now, Y/N, I should—I should leave. Yeah. I’m gonna,” He retreated towards the front door yet again, fumbling for the doorknob blindly, “I’m gonna go. I’m sorry.” With that, he left, the roaring of his bike engine fading into the distance being the only thing that jerked you back to reality. The reality where you might’ve just lost your best friend because of a stupid, drunken voicemail. 

Fuck. 

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You were wiping down the rest of the tables at The Wreck after closing when you heard the door open behind you. Plastering a polite smile on your face, you turned around to tell whoever had just come in that you were closed. 

“Sorry, we’re closed, but we open for breakfast at 9 tomorrow morning if you wanna—” You stopped short when you saw it was JJ standing there, eyes widening. “JJ. Hi. What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to you.” 

“Look, if it’s about what happened this morning, I already feel awful, and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t lie to you anymore.” You sighed, spraying down another table to wipe. 

“You had no right to tell me you’re in love with me, Y/N. I’m with Brianna now, okay? And I like her, and I think she’s good for me!” JJ’s outburst cleaved through the terse silence like the sharpest of knives, cutting deep into your already guilty conscience like butter. He dragged his hands through his already messy hair, brows furrowing heavily. “Everything’s been going great with her until I found out about you.” 

“I was doing great before I found out about you too, asshole! You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to be the one to mess up your relationship? I know you’re happy, JJ, and I’m happy for you.” You weren’t kidding about the last part. Seeing JJ happy was all you’d ever wanted. But seeing him happy with someone that wasn’t you, that was what hurt. “But this is—you think this is easy for me? Seeing you with her all the time? Because I’m telling you right now, it’s not.” 

“Well then, you should’ve said something before I met her instead of leaving that bullshit voicemail last night!” 

“I didn’t know then, and I was fucking drunk yesterday! I didn’t do it on purpose!” You exclaimed, throwing the towel down on the table rather forcefully. “And how come you didn’t say anything either, huh? If you were in love with me too, why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“I couldn’t! You’re one of my best friends, and me telling you I was in love with you would’ve fucked everything up!” 

“Fucked what up?” 

“The friend group, our friendship—fucking everything!!!” His hands were linked behind his neck now as he paced back and forth between the tables, head tilted up towards the wooden beamed ceiling to avoid looking at you. “You guys are all I have, okay? I can’t lose you. Any of you. And you and me…it would’ve driven a wedge between everyone. No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?” 

“You’re gonna let a stupid rule we made when we were kids get in the way of things?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “God, I thought you were braver than that, JJ.” 

A muscle in his jaw flexed as he turned his glare on you. “Guess I’m just a coward for thinking of the group then.” 

“Don’t fucking do that, don’t hide behind our friends. I know you, and I know that you’d never let a stupid rule stop you from doing something you wanted to do, so stop blaming this on it. This is on you.” 

“This is on me? What about you?” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah, you! How come you didn’t say anything?” JJ shot back, jabbing a finger in your direction. “You go around flirting with everyone, hooking up with Tourons, and then you say you’ve been in love with me the whole time? The hell am I supposed to think about that?” 

You knew JJ was just lashing out because he was angry, but there was something in his accusation that struck a nerve. Even he could tell that he’d hit it by the way you shrunk back the slightest bit. 

“Fuck you, JJ. Stop making it seem like I’m throwing myself around at every single fucking guy who comes around!” You snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. 

He faltered, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily, and when he opened them again, they were that soft blue that always made your heart skip a beat. “No, I didn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…you have really shitty timing, you know that? Bri and I are just getting good, and I can’t do this with you right now, Y/N!” 

“Then don’t! Just ignore me like you’ve ignored your feelings for god knows how long!” 

“I can’t.” JJ muttered, shaking his head. “It was one thing when I thought I was crazy for being in love with someone I could never have, but now that I know how you feel…it’s different.” 

“Do you still feel the same way about me?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Yes, you do. Gut answer. Go.” 

“Yes. Fuck, I’m still in love with you, Y/N.” JJ groaned, digging the heels of his palms against his eyes furiously. 

“Then what are you gonna do about it?” 

“Probably something I shouldn’t.” He breathed, not even taking a second to think before he was crossing the restaurant floor and pulling you into his arms to kiss you fiercely. Although taken completely by surprise, you managed to steady yourself and kiss him back. 

Kissing JJ was better than you could’ve ever imagined, but you couldn’t stop the little voice in the back of your head from screaming ‘he has a girlfriend, for fuck’s sake’, and that was had you pulling away from him. 

“We can’t—we can’t do this.” You spluttered, pushing him away a few steps. JJ’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Dude, you have a girlfriend. You can’t be kissing me like…like that! We shouldn’t even be kissing at all!”

“Crap. Yeah, I know. I know, I’ll break up with her tomorrow.” JJ ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, nodding furiously when you shot him a pointed look. “Look, I’ll be nice about it, and I won’t bring you up. I’ll just say that…I don’t feel the same way about her anymore.”

“I feel horrible.” 

“Whoa, kissing me was that bad?” 

“No, because I’m basically a homewrecker!” 

JJ was quick to approach you again, sliding his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up to meet his stern gaze. “Y/N, you’re not a homewrecker. I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” 

“But you said you and Bri were just getting good. That she was good for you.” You frowned, to which JJ smiled guiltily with a shake of his head. 

“I was lying. Kinda just wanted to make you feel bad for springing this on me.” He snickered. “Did I go too far?” 

“You’re an asshole, Maybank.” You shoved him away from you with a huff, but he came right back, trapping your wrists in one hand while the other came to cup your cheek as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Stop kissing me.” 

“Oh, please, you don’t really want me to stop kissing you, do you?” He snorted. “I mean, you are in love with me, after all.” 

All you could do was glare at him playfully, but you couldn’t deny that what he was saying wasn’t true. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you finish cleaning so you can close up and we can get the fuck out of here.” He chuckled, giving your hip one last squeeze before you grabbed the wet towel off the table and flung it at him. “You little shit! Get over here!” 

Safe to say, it took you a lot longer than usual to close up when JJ was with you, but you didn’t really care. 

All you cared about was that you were in love with JJ Maybank and he was in love with you, and it only took one pack of beer, two joints, and a drunk voicemail for you to admit it to each other. 

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