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dejwrld · 28 days

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⤷‧₊˚ ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 / a late night chat between the soon to be married couple.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, black reader (with descriptors), influencer!reader, profanity, mentions of insecurity, wedding nervousness, mentions of microaggressions/racism, mentions of online harassment, angst, usage of y/n, unedited because i'm posting this so late and i will fix it over the weekend, mdni

╰┈➤ song for this part: your best american girl, mitski, bonus songs: flaws & all by beyonce, all because i liked a boy by sabrina carpenter

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You felt like you were running on autopilot. Granted, you had a wedding planner and a lovely assistant helping you through one of what’s about to be the most important moments in your life—but you still felt stressed. You tried to blame it on that you were getting married soon and everything wasn’t going as planned. Surely, that was a lie. Everything was perfect down to the gift bags you were going to give to guests. So what was the problem? What was wrong with you?

You were about to marry the love of your life in two days. That’s what you wanted, right? You dreamt of this day since you said yes to the big question. You imagined your life with him. Kids, if that’s what you guys wanted. Or maybe a pet. Travel to different countries was a must. It’s what you deserved. You deserved to be loved by the person who gave you the world.

But, a lot of people online didn’t agree. That’s what was wrong. You broke your own social media break and got your feelings hurt. Correction, it felt more than your feelings getting hurt. This felt more painful. Going online seeing masses after masses of comments claiming how you don’t deserve your fiance felt gut wrenching. You’ve received hate before, the usual comments influencers get.

Go get a real job.

You don’t even have a real job.

The usual that you can just delete and go on about your day.

But these comments weren’t like that and they just kept coming. You didn’t think it was this bad and usually your assistant would clean up your social media for you. But you just been so busy with the wedding and things just got out of control. Your hands shake with each scroll holding back tears of hurt and anger. How can someone say such things about a person they didn’t even know?

Does she really deserve to be with someone like him?

She can’t possibly think he’ll want to marry her.

He was supposed to marry someone like him.

You sat on your walk-in closet floor flipping through the wedding planning book she practically held onto since he popped the big question over a year ago. Even though you can feel your fairytale ending in the palm of your hand, it felt like it was slipping through your hands like golden sand. Your own insecurities and doubt was clinging you down and the only thing you can do is attempt to calm yourself down by reminding yourself that Ushijima Wakatoshi wouldn’t have gotten on one knee to ask this question. He wouldn’t have watched you compile your dream wedding in this flimsy journal book for nothing. He wouldn’t do that to you, right?

Maybe you were just overthinking. You’ve received hate messages regarding dating Ushijima but it never got this bad. It was a quick block and then you went on with your life. You locked your phone as soon as you heard footsteps and the calls of your name. Bringing the corners of your sweatshirt up to your eyes to wipe away any form of your crying because you didn’t want Ushijima to see you like this. He never knew about the messages you received because you thought he wouldn’t have understood.

“Babe?” His voice calls out in the apartment, he was close—usually knew if he didn’t see you lounging in the living room on your fourth Bob’s Burgers rewatch, you were either in the closet hiding away another pair of shoes you’ve brought or in the study working on something.

“Babe..” His head peaks into the closet seeing you. He parted to brag about how well his final fitting for his suit went, but when he saw how puffy your eyes were—worry decorated his face swiftly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he stepped in at the sound of your sniffling.

“It’s nothing, I just was going through the planning book and got emotional. Can you believe that we’re getting married. I’m so excited…and emotional.” You let out a weary sigh and glance down at the book in front of you to avoid his eye contact.

He was good at knowing when you were lying. He once figured out that you planned a surprise birthday party for him in less than three minutes. That’s how well he knew you. So why couldn’t you tell him this simple thing? Why couldn’t you let the love of your life know that many people in the world just didn’t like the thought of you two together?

“You’re lying to me. Come on, let’s get out of here so we can talk.” He extends his hand that you abruptly took because he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. If you don't come, he’ll throw you over his broad shoulders and carry you out.

“I’ll make you some of that tea you like.” Ushijima suggests. He stops mid walk to the kitchen to turn to you, large hands cupping at your warm cheeks. “You can tell me what’s wrong when you’re ready, but we’re not going to bed until you speak to me. I refuse to let my soon to be wife go to bed upset.” He pecks you on your forehead before strolling into the kitchen to make tea.

You took a seat in one of the stools basking in the silence alongside the noise Ushijima was making while making tea. You were searching in a sea of words on how to explain the situation. As you sat playing with your own thoughts, you could hear Ushijima go on about the final fitting for the wedding. That included all of his groomsmen and his best man. From the way his face lit when he talked about the wedding, it brought a form of warmth upon you. Like a freshly dried blanket was pulled on your body after being in the cold all day. You enjoyed this look on him.

Relaxed…Calm…Happy…In Love.

The cup of tea was sitting in front of you and you knew that you didn’t even have to add extra things into it because he always made you the perfect cup of tea to your liking.

“Waka, I’ve been getting some hate comments lately. Well, a lot of them.” You let out a sigh. “I know I can always block them and just go on about my life, but these ones were much different than the others.” You sipped from your mug before watching him take the seat next to you.

His body turns towards you so that he can have your full attention. You didn’t expect him to talk, but he was a good listener.

“They’re saying I don’t deserve you.” You started. “Or things like how can you be with someone like that? Or you should be like someone like you.” Your bottom lip quivered and you were trying not to cry. “They see that I’m black and deem me unworthy of their prince charming, their favorite volleyball player…I just don’t understand.”

The warmth of Ushijima’s hands calmed you immediately. The second his hands were on yours, you felt your heart that felt like it was aggressively attempting to claw out your chest calm down. But it didn’t stop tears from dribbling down your cheeks.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? How long has this been going on?” The pad of his thumbs wipes away your tears before he’s pulling you off the stool and in between his thighs to embrace you.

Ushijima wasn’t very much a social media type of person. He hardly even liked during press days for the volleyball team when he had to. He knew he had some quite aggressive fans, especially fans of the opposite gender. If he would have known about the hate she was receiving, he would have put an end to it immediately. His face was hot in embarrassment from his own fans' behavior, but also anger because his wife to be was upset—hurt and practically on the verge of a panic attack.

“I just didn’t want to put you in an awkward position. They’re your fans. They practically help you get endorsement deals and shit.” You mumbled in his neck before pulling back to look at him, you expected the look he was giving you.

He was on the brink of saying fuck them. That they didn’t sign his checks nor gave him his volleyball abilities. You can sense his harsh words staining his tongue and even you were too afraid to pitch in that maybe it wasn’t worth it to bring it up. For all you know, your assistant were already adding people’s name to block chains. The messages were most likely getting deleted right now as you were having this conversation with him.

“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t care. You’re about to be my wife in less than forty eight hours. If they can’t accept you for you and for me, then they’re not a fan of mine.” Ushijima said. “Give me your phone. It’s time for you to get some rest.”

“Waka…”

“You have an early and busy schedule tomorrow.” He let you go and picked up your mug of tea to lead you to the bedroom.

“I don’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. It won’t be good press for the wedding and-”

“I don’t care, Y/N. This is a situation to be blown out of proportion..” He walks into the bedroom and you watch as he’s pulling the blanket off the bed and motioning for you to get in. “Get some rest.”

“Please don’t get on social media causing any drama. ” You mumbled as you practically got tucked into bed like a little kid.

“You know I’m not that knowledgeable about those things.” He assures you before he pecks your lips, your cheeks, and lastly your forehead. “Sleep well, okay.”

You went to argue against his words, but instead decided to get some rest. Especially when it flashed through your mind that you had an early appointment with the wedding planner to finalize everything. Pulling the cream colored duvet further on your body, you fell into a brief slumber until you can hear Ushijima’s voice from the master bedroom’s bathroom.

“How’d the hell I put this phone on this tripod? She makes it look so easy when she’s taking her photos.”

You rubbed the sleep out your eyes and you didn’t want to get out of bed, not wanting to disturb whatever tasks he was doing. Deciding to stay in bed just to listen to his late night rambles because the sound of his brass voice calmed you. You turned your back away from the bathroom, pulling the blanket further on your body. Wanting to stay up so you can cuddle, but the long hours of planning, wedding dress try-ons, and then the online harassment. finally caught up to you. You fell right back to sleep without hearing Ushijima’s words.

“Okay, I figured this out. I think I’m live. Tendou why are you the first person in my live, that’s so creepy. Okay, more people are joining. Now that I have an audience, I want to address something before I get married. The love of my life, the woman I’m about to marry, has been receiving hate. Not just typical hate about her career, but hate about her race from a group of individuals who are supposed to be my fans and supporters. Many of you know I can be a private person, hardly even post on this account. Many of you, get a glimpse of my life because of my fiance. I’m as important in her life as she is in mine that she’s comfortable enough to have me a part of her career journey. It’s extremely disappointing, disrespectful, and frankly ignorant as fuck reading about the things that you guys have said about her and our relationship. We’re getting married in two days and I don’t need any more ignorant people's opinions on my relationship. Go get a life, a hobby, hell—I would even say adopt a pet, but I wouldn’t even want a pet in some of your spaces if you’re spewing nonsense publicly like that. Moving forward, I will be standing alongside Y/N no matter what, and anymore hate messages will get you blocked and reported. Goodnight everyone and Tendou.”

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caramelcleopatraa · 3 months

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TALK IT OUT

word count: 1100~

x: Presented to you by: The Bank: A short piece of fiction starring Roman & Aaliyah (got this done in a couple of hours, so excuse the errors you see. thinking of doing a part two for this one. feel free to comment... i'm a whore for comments)

content: Roman Reigns x Aahliyah, suggestive themes (ofc)

She was in no mood to argue. Today has already been a long day, but things never go as planned. Her quick paces were not enough to escape him chasing after her, but their bedroom door would. She slammed the bedroom door just for him to bust through seconds later, and the infuriating bickering started once again.

“What is your problem Aahliyah?”

“I just told you what my problem is.” She quickly disappeared into their shared bathroom with her silk robe in hand. “I'm tired of arguing with you, I'm tired, Roman.” Roman lets out a weighted sigh and wipes his hand over his face. “So that's it? You wanna leave this conversation unfinished?” She reached to turn the cold silver knob to her desired temperature. She finally turned to face him for the first time in minutes. “I'm gonna need you to get out.” Roman walks closer to her, towering over her 5’7 frame. “Nah, that’s not gonna work for me. You gon’ calm the hell down and we gon’ talk this shit out,” he huffs, standing tall in front of her, staring into her brown eyes.

“Since you wanna talk shit out, go talk it out with her.” She didn’t know that the conversation would drag out this long, especially over some random girl. Sabrina Smith. She's been throwing herself at Roman for as long as they’ve been in a relationship. It never bothered her before, but she started to get bolder with her attempts. Scandalously flirting with him right in front of her, wearing more revealing clothing, referring to Roman as her future husband. It screamed fan behavior, but as much as that woman irked her nerves, her problem isn't with her this time. Everytime she approaches him, he minds his business, but doesn’t bother telling her off or telling her to simply get lost. He sits there and ignores her, letting her make a fool of herself, but somehow never tells her to back up. That was her problem.

“You act like I'm entertaining the damn woman.” She faced the wide mirror that reflected anger radiating from both of their bodies. The shower had already been running for a minute, so she started to speedily undress to run away from the escalating discussion. “You might as well be. You don't tell her to stop or back up, anything! You just let her do whatever.”

“Because I dont give a fuck about her, Liyah.” He leans on the cream marble counter and crosses his muscular arms over his chest. “Yeah, whatever. I’m done.” She hears Roman scoff, but she doesn't pay much attention to it. He knew that when she said she’s done, she’s done. Aahliyah doesn't like to prolong arguments, and with this argument that they were having, She could already tell that they were on opposite sides of the spectrum. She stepped into the steaming shower in an attempt to calm herself down from the rush of emotions, when Aahliyah felt a rush of cold air hit her side. The glass door quickly shuts and a pair of hands snake around her waist. “You should know better than to run away from me,” Roman whispers in her ear. ‘Well there goes my plan for relaxation for the rest of the night.’ She knew how Roman was when they had arguments. He never liked leaving her angry or unhappy, he preferred to talk it out, no matter how long it took. “Are you at least going to let me shower?” He grins at her and replies, “Of course, but you’re still gonna tell me what the hell is going o-”

“Do you like her or something?” She turns to face him in the spacious shower. He was already focused on her before she turned around. His hair was pulled back into his standard man-bun, and of course, stark naked, with occasional water droplets decorating his broad frame. Confusion was written all over his face when that question escaped her mouth. “Why the hell would I like her? I come home to you every night, don't I?” She interlocked her fingers together and rested her chin on her hands. Directing her eyes to look anywhere but him. “I know that, it’s just that… if you don't tell her to stop when she openly flirts with you, it makes me think that you like her giving you attention. That's all.”

His right hand lowers her interlocked fingers and replaces them with his hand, lifting her head to get a clear look at her. “Why didn't you tell me at first?” She bit her lip in deep thought, reflecting on her attitude and approach at the start of the argument. “I don't know, I just thought you knew that already.” His thumb rubs side to side against her soft caramel skin, logging and observing each reaction she made. “Well i didn't think of it like that, thank you for telling me.” He closed the space between them by feathering small kisses on her cheek. In no time, his lips collided with hers, letting his right hand disconnect from her chin and drag down her curves. It was second nature for him to fill his hands with her beautiful assets, and she never complained. Their lips clashed in passionate kisses, feeling each other’s bodies and letting themselves get lost in the moment. She pulled away from their heated makeout session, chest heaving, clinging onto her lover. “This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you still.” He worked down her jaw to her neck, still planting kisses on her skin. “How can I make it up to you, mama?” She gasps at the sudden pinch to her neck, followed by a cycle of kissing and sucking, which already fogged her mind better than the steam could fog the huge glass doors. “By getting out and letting me shower in peace,” She joked, gently massaging both his shoulders. “Hah, hell no. I got a better idea” He pulls away from the crook of her neck and pulls her arms around his neck tightly. He chuckles at her surprised yelp when she is hoisted into the air, quickly locking her legs around his waist. Her sumptuous thighs were overflowing in his hands, and the position that she was in, made her forget why she was even mad in the first place.

“Let me show you that you’re the only one I'm entertaining, baby.”

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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hey baby!!! can i request something for J inspired by sabrina's song bad for business, just fluff where reader and j are so in love that their friends think it'll be bad for them but they don't care cause their love is safe and not toxic. thank u i love your stuff

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

a/n: hi honey! thanks for the request <3 i absolutely adore sabrina so much and this is one of my fav songs i am squealing rn. also if u want to look at this as a part two or something to my boy it would work cuz this is rlly similar!

summary: being madly in love with jj and ur friends think it’s dangerous

warnings: shotgunning smoke

pairing: clingy!jj maybank x clingy!reader

❝all of my friends think i’ve gone crazy, but they don’t know me like my baby.❞

i walked out of the school building, clutching the strap of my bookbag. cars were driving out of the parking lot eagerly and i let out an exhale through closed lips.

i had a headache and i couldn’t wait to go home.

but my plans immediately changed as soon as i saw a flick of blonde hair and the wave of a callused hand.

i wasted no time in running up to jj, throwing my bookbag off at his feet and pulling him into a tight hug.

next to me were john b, pope, kie, cleo, and sarah, all watching, annoyed.

jj wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder. “hey, baby.”

i pulled away, grubbing and clung my lips to his.

the kiss was so soft and firm. he squeezed my shirt and pulled me closer, breathing in my scent.

when i was finally completely out of breath, i pulled away and rested my forehead against his.

our friends were tapping their feet and checking their watches mockingly.

“you guys just saw each other, what, like, this morning?” john b asked sarcastically.

jj kissed me on the cheek and mumbled, “s’long…”

i hummed in agreement and giggled. “you skipped again. we gotta go. they would flip if they saw you on school grounds.”

he took a deep breath and nodded, looking over at john b. “what are you looking at?”

“an idiot…” john b murmured and opened the car door.

the car ride back to the chateau was quiet between me and jj, we just sat there in each other’s presence.

i’d be tracing circles on jj’s knuckles or peppering his face in kisses and i’d look up and see all of the pogues looking at us with a worried expression.

once we pulled into the grass, sarah initiated a fit of whispers amongst the group and eventually, kiara responded with, “yeah, i’ll talk to her.”

when i looked up, once again, they were all staring at me. i frowned and climbed out of the twinkie, grabbing jj’s hand when he offered to help me out.

as i followed jj into the house, i felt a hand on my arm. i looked up and was met by kie’s eyes, a silent plead in them. “i really need to talk to you.”

i shot jj a nervous glance. he looked upset that i would be leaving him again, so he tightened his grip on my hand.

“j, just let me talk to her real quick, okay?” i told him, caressing his knuckles with my thumb.

he gave me the eyes of a toddler, but he let go and kissed me on the cheek. i winked at him. “i’ll be right back.”

she let out an exhale through gritted teeth and gripped me harshly, walking me back to the twinkie.

“are you kidnapping me?” i joked.

“no, but jj is…”

i froze. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just get in the car and we’ll talk.”

i sighed and continued to walk, settling in the back and grabbing a joint just to hold it. i knew it was jj’s, so i wanted to admire something he most likely held earlier.

she spotted what was in my grasp and smacked it out.

“dude!” i looked up at her, shocked beyond words.

she shook her head and closed her eyes. “we seriously need to talk about you and jj.”

“what about us?”

“i’m starting to think…” she exhaled uncomfortably and looked out the window. “maybe you guys aren’t the best for each other?”

my whole jaw detached from my mouth, it felt like. “aren’t the best for each other?!”

“i mean.. you know, you’re… you have looks, intelligence.. determination, you know? you have your studies to focus on… and he, well…. he’s…. he’s jj.”

i almost sat up to leave, thinking it all was just something to ignore, but i sat back down. “you know what, of course he’s jj! that’s why i love him.”

“i’m not saying that.” kie grabbed my hand. “you’re my best friend. but i haven’t really connected with you in so long.”

“what does that mean?”

“you’re always with him. never with me. i miss you.” she said. she looked like she was begging me.

“kiara, i’m with you when i’m with him. we hang out in a group. what’s the difference?”

“the difference is is that you’re all over each other!” kiara yelled. “it’s unhealthy. you don’t realize how bad this is for you.”

“it’a perfect, kie. we’re perfect. he’s perfect.”

“yeah, i know. but like i said, you have your studies to worry about. priorities. he’s, well… in some way, he’s a high school drop out.” she said.

i thought for a moment. “he’s like motivation. he makes me want to do what i do even more.”

“he’s just…” kie sighed. “you’re going to get hurt.”

“no, i’m not. i know i’m not.” i said. “i love him and he loves me. i know him.”

“you don’t know him,” kiara grips my hands. “you know how he is with girls. take them out for a date, take them home… sleep with them… forget them.”

“we’ve been together way longer than that,” i scoffed. “he wouldn’t do that to me. if he would, he would have already done it.”

“y/n…” kie said. she turned around to look at me in the eyes. “you have to be careful.”

“always am,” i sent her a smirk and winked, climbing out of the twinkie.

“j?” i called once i got inside.

“yeah, baby?” he got up off the couch, letting go of the beer he had already started drinking.

“come on,” i held out my hand and he grabbed it eagerly, following me out to the twinkie.

“what’s up, mama?” he asked as he sat in the back with me.

i didn’t say anything, i just picked up the joint kie had thrown out of my hands earlier and i held it up. “shotgun?”

he inhaled aggressively, pulling me in for a kiss. “god, i love you so much.”

i hummed. “love you too.”

“m’kay, give me it,” jj said and pulled it from my hands. he winked at me as he acknowledged the way my eyes were fixed on his lips and smirked.

finally, he placed the roll in between his index and middle finger and brought it to his lips. i wished i could take a mental polaroid of the way he looked; no other words to describe it—but beautiful.

he inhaled and held it for a second before gripping my chin and bringing me to his lips. i opened my mouth when he forced his pointer finger in and inhaled the smoke he gave me.

i have him twinkling eyes before detaching my lips from his and blowing out, immediately going to kiss him passionately on the lips.

“rough day?” his lips mumbled on mine, his grip on my wrist so tight that it was thrilling.

i nodded and leaned over to kiss his shoulder as he took the joint and pressed it to his lips, inhaling slowly and tilting my chin up to release the smoke into my mouth.

i inhaled and exhaled, watching him intensely as he watched me.

the way his eyes danced over my features.

the way my eyes danced over his features.

“wanna kiss you,” i mumbled and grabbed his chin, pressing a kiss to his bottom lip and his bottom lip only.

he captured the space in between my nose and mouth with his top lip, swiping his tongue in between. i opened my mouth and gave him access, hands reaching up to run them through his beautiful blonde hair.

i pulled away and have him another kiss without my tongue and leaned my forehead on his.

“what happened today?” he asked.

i shrugged. “school’s just getting stressful.”

“baby, just drop out with me,” he joked, but when he saw my unamused expression he sighed. “i love you.”

“j, what has john b and pope said to you about us?” i asked with thought.

he looked up as if he were looking at the thoughts up in his brain. “i don’t know. they’ve said to dump you because we’re not good for each other.”

“yeah, kie’s said the same things.”

he cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes but far past them. he was looking into my mind, into my soul and capturing my heart. “you know i’ll never listen to them right?”

“yeah…”

“look at me,” jj said. “you will always be my girl. my baby. nothing will ever change that.”

“i love you.”

next to jj on the boat, i was having a deep conversation with kie.

j was drawing circles on my thigh with his thumb, talking to pope and john b about something.

i sat up and crawled into jj’s arms, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“i think you guys are crazy,” cleo said.

sarah nodded. “i know the boys and kie have already said stuff about it, but are you sure you guys are good for each other?”

i shrugged. “the surest i’ve ever been anything in my entire life.”

one would say our love was safe. but i think the opposite. it’s so dangerous. we’re so obsessed with each other, that if one were to leave the other, the whole world would fall apart. maybe e peril was the absolute thrill of it.

“wanna go for a swim, mama?” jj asked, tapping my thigh to get up.

i nodded and stood. fixing my top and helping him up.

once we were both at the edge of the boat, i grabbed his hand and gave him the eyes i always did—mesmerized.

“3…” jj started.

“2…” i continued.

“1!” he finished and jumped off, pulling me with him at the connection of our hands.

we made contact with the water, surfacing to hold each other in our arms, needing to be as close as possible.

our friends watched with amusement. sarah took a breath. “they will never go tired of each other.”

john b shook his head and pope scoffed. “never.”

a/n: hope this was okay!!

ily!!

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juancarlos-ortiz · 16 days

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Nonsense - Juice Ortiz x Reader One Shot

A/N: Ok, I'm back! Had a busy couple of months but keen to get back into it. Going to try and get another chapter out of Marked for Carnage this week too. This is just a quick little one shot for Juicypants - I'm thinking of doing a perhaps steamy part 2 to this if anyone is interested. This is inspired by Nonsense by Sabrina Carpener. Also, I'm super keen to write for other characters too so please feel free to request something!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, reader is astronomically down for Juice

Word Count: 891 words

You nodded your thanks to the doctor you had been talking to, turning around and heading down the hospital hallway towards your bosses office. You quickly scanned your eye over the paperwork in your hand, making sure it was in the correct order - Margaret Murphy was already a hard to please boss, no point in making her more disappointed in you over something as simple as papers being out of order. You began to turn the corner at the end of the corridor when you heard someone clear their throat in a bid to get your attention.

Turning around, your heart kicked into a higher gear when you saw Juice leaning against the wall, his bright, goofy smile plastered on his face. You studied him - his casual stance, the tight fit of the sleeves of his shirt and how he kept his cut buttoned up which made the leather strain across the span of his chest. The knife that he kept attached to his belt resting against his thigh, which you were very familiar with, having been perched upon both of them when you had found yourself in his bed. Any and all rational, cohesive thoughts very swiftly exited your brain as you drew your gaze back up to meet his.

Juice rumbled a laugh in his chest as he pushed off the wall, walking across the distance between you to crowd you against the opposite one. You felt your back hit the wall mounted hand rail and tried to blink yourself out of your stupor. "Hey baby," he smirked, placing a warm hand on your waist and bending to press his lips softly to the corner of your mouth. You shuddered out a breath, closing your eyes. Juice lifted his free hand and rested it against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing gently against where your jaw and neck met. You opened your eyes to find him staring intently at you, making your skin erupt into flames and simultaneously sending goosebumps skittering all over you.

"Gonna say something, hm?" he teased, and your stomach cartwheeled as you tried to coax your numb tongue into moving so you could speak. "I just.. I was um just taking…" you held the papers in your hand up, surprised and thankful you hadn't dropped them. Juice nodded, continuing to move his thumb against your heated skin. "I know baby, so busy huh? Always have time for me though right?" he asked, lowering his head to press his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply. The action brought you to your tiptoes, your empty hand grasping at the back of his head as if to pull him closer to you still.

You eyes began to roll slightly when Juice pressed his mouth against your jaw, your grip on the paperwork nearly releasing completely. You sighed, trying to pull back from him, but Juice only gripped your waist tighter, lightly scraping his teeth against your skin. "J-Juice, wait, wait, I gotta… I gotta… I just…" your words died on your tongue as Juice pulled back, smiling smugly. He was well aware of his affect on you, and was obsessed with just how much he could send you into near meltdown. "Work," you breathed out. "I have to… I need to get back to work, Juicy," you mumbled, playing with the neckline of his cut, the warm leather and scent of him making your mouth water.

"Okay baby, I'll let you get back to it," he stepped back an inch but didn’t remove his grip from you. You smiled sweetly at him, tugging on the side of his cut to get him to lean into you, slanting your mouth across his in a kiss that had your toes curling in your shoes. Juice made to pull away but you gripped the leather tighter and pulled him in again, running your tongue along the seam of his lips and slowly pushing through when he opened his mouth in surprise. You pulled him, twisting you both around until he was backed against the wall, held there by you. He cradled your head in his hands as he deepened the kiss, returning the favour by meeting your tongue with his own.

You let out a small whimper when suddenly, the door a couple of meters up from you opened. You pulled away from Juice, mortified to find Margaret Murphy standing in the doorway to her office, eyebrows raised and lips pursed in disapproval. You cleared your throat and stepped back from Juice, wiping at your mouth and straightening your shirt. "Margaret, I was just on my way to see you," you said, trying to calm down your panting as you held up the paperwork - which now had imprints of your fingers from how tight you were gripping it. "I'll let you say goodbye," was all Margaret said before she slammed her door. Juice began to laugh and you spun, smacking him on his upper arm. "Ow! Hey, I'm not the one who got carried away here," he said, shrugging with his arms out to feign innocence. "You know what you did, Ortiz," you said before you walked towards your bosses door. "I'll call you later," he promised, and you nodded over your shoulder, knowing any verbal answer you would give him would probably be complete nonsense.

#soa #sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #juice soa #juan carlos juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #juice ortiz fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz oneshot #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz x reader #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa fanfiction

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i-like-anything-water · 11 months

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okay this is rough and jumbled.

SnakeHolder!Chloe headcanons:

Sass is shown to be calm and charming, qualities that make the Kwamis look up to him and consider him as a leader figure. Chloe's tendencies to be easily driven by poor writing by her emotions, especially her self loathing and insecurities can be redeemed with continuous support, calm but firm guidance by Sass. He's also described as mature and responsible which dissuades Chloe's attempts at anything that could get her in trouble or revert her to her old ways.

Sass had doubts at first but after a near death experience where Chloe didn't seem to be fazed or had mind, he was intrigued. And maybe a bit worried.

Surprisingly, Chloe denies him at first saying that Ladybug was right and she shouldn't be trusted with another miraculous. This goes on and on until she finally bursts and all the pent up trauma comes out. Part time Kwami, full time Therapist.

Their relationship is rocky at first but they eventually became civil after they transformed (against Chloe's will) to fight off a powered up akuma. The others weren't aware as Chloe insisted they work incognito.

Chloe slowly redeems herself after acting quick and planning fast everytime she uses Second Chance. It's hard to keep up while making sure she doesn't get seen by the other heroes. It's hard at first but what does she have to lose anyway?

Her new hero persona eventually bleeds into her personal life. She's still sassy (lol), mean, and doesn't take anyone's shit but she's more aware now. Going back in time to fix things alters your brain chemistry.

Awareness is the first step to redemption. After numerous breakdowns and nights of self loathing and pity, she eventually acknowledges everything she's done wrong and sees everything in a new perspective and just freaks out.

Cue Protective Sass!

The process is slow and subtle and people don't notice it at first. Chloe thinks first now. She's able to hold in usual insults that would freely come out of her and reconsider her reaction (unless it's sudden, spooked her, etc.)

Next to awareness and acknowledgement is guilt. After realizing everything she's done, she tries everything she can do at that moment to change even some things. Apologies aren't easy for her because she's never even heard that directed to her. In sincerity and not fear. So, whenever she doesn't have to help Ladybug and Chat Noir, she practices with Sass.

"I..," a shaky breath, "I'm sorry."

She practices the phrase before and after the day.

She's hella confused. She's grateful Sass is there to assure her everytime. She stumbles through her words but she manages to get out a sincere apology to the closest person she has: Sabrina.

They talk about it and their friendship shifts. It's not perfect, but it's better than before.

She hasn't formally apologized to the others yet but she's trying.

With help from both Sabrina and Sass, she starts to apologize (but now with more confidence) to people she's hurt. Rose is open to the idea of mending bonds, the others are wary but doesn't say anything else.

The last two she apologizes to is Adrien and Marinette. Adrien is wary but his kindness overweights his doubts. They're not back to what was before and frankly Chloe is glad. She doesn't want what's in the past, she wants to create something now and for the future.

Marinette was the last.

"You shouldn't forgive me right away," she interrupts the shorter girl, "I know you're kind and such a goody two shoes but that doesn't mean you should forgive me after a week or so." She levels a determined look to shocked blue eyes, "Let me prove myself first." And softer, "please."

Well that's all I have so far. I just find it befitting for two major reasons: Sass's ability can actually help Chloe see things in more than one perspective which would help her deal and open up with all her trauma and toxic habits. The ability allows her to be more observant on where she needs to go back to fix the mistake. It takes quick thinking and concentration of the user. It requires an open mind on alternatives. And secondly, 'Second Chance' is fitting for what she needs. Not a half baked Arc where she doesn't know what she wants and needs. But something firm and continuous to keep her going. A real second chance.

That's just me and my rambling. Feel free to add or correct me about anything! (Don't be rude about it though).

#chloe bourgeois #chloe redemption #i am not excusing her canon behaviors just so we're clear #it's just a silly au of mine where i wished she would get a decent redemption arc #forgiveness isn't easily given nor demanded #some people genuinely see the good even the tiniest bit while some don't #and that's valid #anyways this can have any ships if ever but this was made with chlonette in mind #one thing i didn't want to emphasize is the romantic interactions #because while it could be a factor i want chloe to redeem herself with her own accord #and reason #still #chlonette #marinete dupain cheng #too much of a sucker for them

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im-not-a-l0ser · 5 months

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Okay, I want to talk about the Trans Richie headcannon. I'm not going to say anything bad about it, this is just some ideas and opinions about it, regarding it as canon.

I like the idea that if Richie and/or Trevor were trans, they'd be given an alliterative name set originally. Like Richie and Rachel, Trevor and Tracey, or Samantha and Sabrina; something like that. And then when one or both changed their names, they were so relieved that their names didn't start with the same letter anymore. Maybe they even hated it so much that they'd like... go by Chel, CeCe, Sam and Rina. Shit like that, that'd be so funny.

I would really like to see a show about how they grew up. As much as I don't know how to feel about a cis person playing a trans character, I also wouldn't want Richie played by anyone else— *the idea of Jae Hughes as Richie* Okay, that'd actually be pretty sick, and you could have both Trevor and Richie on stage without Jon having to do a bunch of quick changes, or prerecordings, and you could even have them on stage at the same time, but YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING! Anyway, I think it'd be really neat to have a song of Richie post-transition and Richie pre-transition singing about how they feel out of place, or how they have this secret that they have to keep, pre-trans not being out at all, and post-trans having transitioned in stealth mode. It'd be cook to see 'her' looking in a mirror or something, seeing post-trans Richie there because that's what they want to be. Some fuckin' reflection from Mulan shit, y'know?

Maybe it's just that I want to see Her as a musical, maybe that's my problem... I mean, now I'm thinking about it, and I'm right. I want that so fucking bad. Like, just imagine that for me, will you? I keep specifically imagining a scene of Jeri and Jerry berating 'her' for being too masculine as a song— I'm sorry, I'm being such a dork.

If Jon Matteson did a stream where he read trans richie headcannons and fics, I would fucking cry, especially if Her was included, since I'm very proud of it thus far.

I need like... a 5+1 fic of Richie coming out to people, I'd love that.

I forgot any other thing I wanted to say, just give me a second.

Oh, okay, here we go. I like to think that Richie is a cosplayer (my sister disagrees with me, so I know that some people don't agree) but I like to think that him cosplaying masc characters is one of the things that helped him realise his identity. This has nothing to do with the fact that after I started cosplaying TSS I got more masc and embraced that side of me, I don't know what you're talking about.

I wonder what Jon Matteson (and Will Branner, and everyone else) thinks about Childhood Friend Michie, not even them together romantically. Bc like, I fully understand not understanding that ship; I don't fully understand it myself, despite literally shipping it. But them as childhood friends? It almost makes too much sense, whether or not Max knows Richie is trans. Either way, you can make it make sense in some regard. I particularly like how @24-guy handled it in their trans richie story, but I won't spoil that for you (that's also their user name on ao3)

I think that's all I got for now, maybe I'll make a part two when I'm on a proper dose of adderall that actually does anything for me.

#my dad accidentally ordered the wrong dose so now i might as well not be taking it #it might even be making me worse idek #anyway #if jon matteson sees this im gonna cry #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #trans richie lipschitz #trans trevor lipschitz #trevor lipschitz #npmd headcannons #-her-#me geeking over my own story for more than i should

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yungchaeng · 11 months

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howwww about... vicious by sabrina carpenter and it's momo x fem reader

- 🌰

Vicious (Twice: Momo)

genre: angst - word count: 466

your life with momo disappeared as quick as it came. at times you'd sit and wonder whether she ever thought of you, then you'd curse the thought out of your mind. of course she didn't.

in hindsight she was too smooth. she came in and swooped you off your feet too easily. when she smiled, she got you wrapped tighter and tighter around her finger - and you were too busy swooning to love was never for you alone. you were none the wiser, but in hindsight, it was all a bit more predictable than you’d care to admit.

and, yeah, maybe you were a bit bitter now - but you couldn't stand thinking about her anymore. even though she occupied every part of your mind, you could barely stand her anymore.

she was the one that reached out for your hands first, and you remember the tingle her touch brought you. with the way your fingers so perfectly intertwined, who were you to doubt that you two weren’t perfect for eachother?

the first time she kissed you was enough for you to believe you had found true happiness, true love. your stomach filled with butterflies, and she said hers did too.

now you know that that, and all the times she claimed she loved you were simply prime examples that believing anything that came out of her lips was just you being naive.

as long as you believed her, you could shake off her late night hushed calls in the other room, foreign lip stick marks on her clothes, and all of those nights of “working late”.

one year, with one thousand bad moments all patched up by a simple "you know i love you, right?"

maybe if you had trusted your intuition, and opened your eyes you would have known love was a thing easier said than done for her.

but you held onto her, and took her word for it every time. if it were up to you, you would have kept your eyes closed and remained blissfully ignorant forever - but a simple text from her ended all of that.

she said she was not feeling it anymore between you and her. "i think we need to take a break from us for a while...", is what it said. "this is not working for me, but i wish you the best."

you deem yourself silly now for how you acted then. so ready to drop everything and talk to her. you'd text, call, knock on her door, do anything you needed to do to patch things up. though, it seemed her mind was well made up.

your calls were met with her voicemails, and your knocks on her door with nothing but silence on the other side. just as quick as she got you, she was done with you.

and, boy, did she not hesitate to move on.

so here you were, hurt deeper and deeper everytime you remembered how easy it was for her to forgot about what you thought you had. here you were, still trying your best to fix up the heart hirai momo crushed.

and forgetting about her was a long way from happening, if every night you were stuck wondering how on earth hirai momo could treat you so viciously.

#twice #momo #twice x reader #momo x reader #angst #🌰 anon

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inafieldofdaisies · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @madparadoxum and @thesingularityseries ❤️

Stopping by this midweek with a little bit from Sabrina and John's morning from Chapter 2 of their AU, I will try to get back to the main WIP soon, but a monster of a dialogue has been making me procrastinate. Also, something I thought would be fun: if you have any suggestions of wild things (misfortunes) you'd like to see happening to John (take part in making him go through it), you can drop them as an ask (short prompt), I suspect it would be a fun challenge to tackle.

"I wanted to hear your voice." John's words from the previous night haunted Sabrina's thoughts while she prepared breakfast. She found herself unable to shake off the feeling of familiarity from the moment she found him standing in the foyer of the precinct, looking like he was about to snap at poor Lenny. "Morning.", Savannah greeted as she entered the kitchen, her nose scrunching up, "Is something burning, Rin-Rin?" The question prompted Sabrina to flip the last pancake she was working on, finding the bottom darkened. Wonderful. The last thing she needed was to be distracted, especially by someone that was passing through. And a lawyer. "Did you sleep well, Pumpkin?", she asked as she placed her sister's plate in front of her. Savannah nodded, "I wish I didn't have to wake up so early." "And so do so many adults." "Mommy asked about you.", her sister said in between bites, making Sabrina's smile drop for a second, which thankfully was conceived by her coffee mug she took a sip from at that moment. "Like what?" "If you have a boyfriend. And about uncle Les. She said she saw a picture he had posted…" Jesus. Maybe mind your own love life, Candice. And leave the lack of mine alone.

She could sense her sister's mood soaring after each short visit with Candice, and it hadn't taken long to figure out why. Their mother had become an expert at fishing for information from Savannah since her eldest daughter refused to entertain her poor attempts at "bonding", knowing full well any interest shown wasn't paired with the best intentions. She wasn't going to be shocked if Candice Donovan's intent was to introduce her to some raising entrepreneur, so she felt like she needed to figure out if Leslie would be standing in the way of tricking her into helping with her latest grift. It wouldn't have been like she hadn't tried it before, gone as far as to arrange a date for Sabrina, only for her to figure out what was going on halfway through the dinner. Nothing like having a daughter in law enforcement to make your target feel secure enough and open for any business advice his lawyer would throw his way, let her hold the purse strings. "I will talk to her, Sav. She promised me she won't ask you stuff like that." Sabrina took a final sip of coffee, "How about you watch something and finish breakfast while I go shower?" "Okay. Are we still going to the fair with uncle Les?" "Of course, he hasn't been able to stop talking about it. I think he's more excited than you even." Savannah's frown dissipated at the confirmation, a grin taking over her freckled face, "He promised to win me a big plushie." "He absolutely will.", Sabrina retorted and matched smile, feeling glad she had someone in her life she could actually depend on.

As she left the kitchen and found herself alone in the bathroom, stripping off her T-shirt and shorts, her mind drifted back to the night before. How she'd flown out of the shower and grabbed her phone, hoping she was about to hear back from the lab about her current missing persons case. Instead, John Duncan's voice had came through, perplexing her to an extend she hadn't even bothered to inquire how he'd gotten her number. His excuse for the late call had given her a pause, the real intent behind it revealing itself the moment he had made a comment about his state of undress, asked for her personal number. A part of her made sure to assure her how he'd been so quick to reach her he hadn't even wasted time putting on underwear, confirming she clearly wasn't the only one feeling this strange drawn between them. "He wants you. So much he become a rambling mess the second you casually mentioned whoever he asked for his hotel information.", the foolish side argued. "Sure.", she muttered under her breath, "Romantic much? Trying to turn a woman he just met into his midnight bootycall…" Sabrina shampooed her hair, then moved onto washing her body, completely ignoring the irksome longing within her, the same one she refused to entertain from the second their video call had ended. The desire in his deep blue eyes, his questions, all made his expectations clear as day.

It was unfortunate for him she had more important things that required her full attention. A missing girl to be located and brought home safely. A baby sister to take care of. A trainwreck of a mother to keep at bay. Numerous visions to figure out and could save people's lives. A faceless man that awaited her in so many of them and clutched her heart in his tattooed hands. John Duncan wasn't him. He was bored, slightly entitled, looking for an outlet, for someone to get him off after having a day from hell. It was what she reminded herself as she came into her bedroom to find a new message waiting for her, from a number she hadn't even bothered to save into her contacts.

Good morning. No crimes or accidents to report so far, though, it does feel slightly criminal how you've been occupying my thoughts since last night.

John stared down at the message he had finally hit sent on after typing and deleting versions of it so many times, he had felt close to hurling his phone at the nearest wall. "Occupying his thoughts" seemed like an understatement the second he'd woken up from a dream involving Sabrina that had come off as way too real. He threw the covers off himself with a sigh and left his phone on the bed before he made his way over to the bathroom. "It's morning. It's a normal body reaction. Nothing to do with her.", he said to his reflection, "Get your head back in the game. You're meeting Mooney. Who cares she didn't respond?" Reluctantly he opened the door, leading into the shower, and turned the knobs after a silent prayer for his morning to start off without a hitch. Or at least he attempted to. Until one of them came off into his hand. "No fucking way. NO.", he practically shouted out, not giving a damn about the early hour and how his voice echoed around the room while he stared down at the chrome piece clasped between his fingers in complete disbelief.

A growl left him as he threw it on the ground and turned on his heel, the glass door rattling when he slammed it shut and exited the shower stall. "I'm not taking another arctic shower. I don't care how much you want to take care of my goddamned boner.", he had no doubt the shower would be freezing, because the knob that had fallen off, was for no other than the hot water. He didn't care about the neighboring rooms and what the other guests might have been thinking after screaming the last part on top of his lungs. Not in that moment. Not when he was close to breaking something else in the bathroom as desperation to find a way to release the pent-up frustration brewing inside him settled in. "One accident to report, Detective. And I also hate your city so much.", John whispered before taking a deep breath. As he brushed his teeth he did his best to school his features back into a serene expression, refusing to let the facade of the well-adjusted, charmant attorney to slip. He put the boxers from the day before on, hating the fact he didn't even have a change of underwear and promising himself he'd go shopping for new clothes and other necessities as soon as his meeting had wrapped up. Another frown was aimed at his reflection when he remembered he had no means to even style his hair properly, that all he could do was freshen up in the goddamned sink. He dragged himself back to the bed, sinking down on it as he contemplated how excited he was when he had received the case, yet from that day like domino everything had decided to fall apart in some way.

"At least the guy didn't steal my files. Doubt Clive would appreciate any of that information leaking out.", he reminded himself as clasped his watch back on his wrist, "So what if one of my favorite suits was in that suitcase?" The thought made him reach out for his phone in hope the detective that was going to look into his case had reached out already. He ignored all the unread messages and emails he was yet to go through, opening the text that sat as most recent notification.

Sabrina: Good luck.

Two simple words was all she had to offer him. No "I thought of you too" in sight. "Could be worse. Like her blocking my number.", he uttered out finally, deciding that the fact she had even responded was a good sign, better than simply leaving him on read now that he was another Detective's problem. Just then his phone pinged with a new message. Unknown number. His thumb acted before he could think better of it, and he regretted the decision immediately. A photo. Penny showing off a red lacy number as she cupped her breast with her free hand. Face in full view, a proud gleam in her blue eyes. A pose she had most definitely deemed alluring enough to make him crack.

Wrong number.

He texted, scowling at the realization Penny was getting bolder, crossing a line, using her personal number to pester him. Her reply followed way too fast.

Penny: Come on, John. We both know it's not. How long are you going to play hard to get, baby?

John: I will be contacting HR if this reoccurs.

Penny: You're no fun, Mr. Duncan. You're headed for your meeting, right? Good luck.

John: I'm serious. NO MORE lingerie pictures or passes at work.

Penny was good at her job, better than any of his previous assistants, but it wasn't enough for him to continue tolerating her advances in hopes she'd take the hint and cease with her attempts to get him into bed. He was one to bent the rules, but bending over someone that he worked with was where he drew the line. Reality was that one night of "fun" (mostly for her, because for him it would end up as usual: in self-loathing) would blow up in his face sooner or later.

Another buzz signaled a new message, but instead of the expected complaint from Penny, the reply made him almost drop his phone as he realized his mistake. That he'd texted in the wrong conversation.

Sabrina: John? Sabrina: I'm just going to assume you meant to send this to somebody else.

"I'm done with technology. So done.", he groaned out and chucked his phone across the bed, the pillows softening its landing against the headboard.

John: NO MORE lingerie pictures or passes at work.

More? Initially she had tried to laugh off the text, then unwanted bitterness had set in. If Sabrina needed any proof about the kind of man John was, just based on her intuition and past experiences alone, the words he accidentally sent her minutes prior only confirmed it further. "Bye, Rin-Rin.", Savannah exclaimed and leaned over the console to give her a hug as the her truck came to a stop in front of her elementary school. "Have fun.", Sabrina retorted and placed a quick kiss on her forehead before her sister was scrambling out of the vehicle and rushing over to her best friend, Brandy, that was waiting for her outfront. The blonde girl gave her an enthusiastic wave before the two ran inside the building and she put her Bronco back into drive, heading down her favorite route to the precinct. Her eyes drank in the early runners, people on their way to work, parents walking hand in hand with their children. She had grown to love Portland. The life she and Savannah had built there. The fact that Candice seemed to avoid it like the plague most of the time was an added bonus.

Minutes later she pulled into her regular parking spot, locking the car doors before shouldering her bag and shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket to avoid the chill that hung in the morning air. She quickly crossed the street and pushed her way inside the building, muttering a quick hello to Simon, an officer that was in his last year before retirement and usually worked the day shift at the welcome desk. "Rina, always on time.", he retorted with a smile as she set for the elevator, memories of John following her down the same path threating to emerge. The hallways were mostly empty, signaling she was among the first people to arrive as per usual. "Ollie. Did you sleep here?", her sights settled on Oliver who was slumped over his desk, head full of messy blond hair resting in the crook of his arm, green eyes shifting to the door as she entered before he shut them again. His voice was sleepy, muffled against his shirt, "I'm just trying to one-up you, Rina." Sabrina let out a laugh and nudged him on the back on her way to her own desk, "Want a coffee?" "Did that well-dress fucker yesterday had the hots for you? Hell yes." She could only shake her head at his blunt observation, feeling glad Leslie hadn't arrived yet, "Oliver. We're not talking about him. Am I clear?" "Why not?", he inquired with way too much interest, his Detective senses kicking in despite his sleepiness.

She ignored the question and felt his gaze on her back while she watched the coffee machine like a hawl. "Uh-oh, there's definitely something there." "No.", she placed his the mug in front of him and sent him a look of warning, "And don't be starting any rumours, you hear?" "Too late.", his cheeky smile screamed nothing but bad news. From the team, Oliver McKenzie was the one closest to her age, and unarguably the most daredevilish, and she had quickly learned to read the signs of incoming trouble in his expression. "What did you do, Oliver?" The silence from his side put her on edge as she lowered into her chair and rubbed away at her temples before she let out a groan, "How bad is it?" "Eh.", was all he granted her as explanation. "God, Ollie.", she mimicked his earlier position just as the door to their division swung open and footsteps carried in her direction. A paper sack crinkled when it was set down on her desk, making her look up, eyes stopping on Stockton who had taken one of the seats across her. "A little 'thank you' for yesterday, Rina.", he gestured to the brown bag, bearing the logo of her favorite bakery, "Croissant, salted caramel and chocolate. Got you a coffee to-go, too. The one y'all have here is shit." "Aye, Maxwell, if it's shit, why not get one for me, too?", Oliver teased. Arguing for sport with Maxwell Stockton was one of his favorite activities and he'd oftentimes stop by "Robbery" just for that reason alone. Yet deep down, the two were close friends from their academy days and would often grab drinks on Fridays.

Stockton's dark eyes shot up to Oliver for a second before returning to hers, his hand rubbed at his cleanshaven cheek, "So, what should I expect from this guy?" "Meaning?", Sabrina asked before tearing into her croissant, "Like if he's difficult to deal with?" Oliver snorted in responce, while the darkhaired man in front of her nodded. "He was polite.", she paused, "But he's also a defense attorney." A whistle, "Oof. And he was fine with you takin' the report?" "It's not like we're going to trial now, are we?", a chuckle left her, "He wants his stuff found, that's all." "How the fuck can he get his suitcase stolen like that?", Oliver interrupted, "Like I heard his story, but damn, I tried so hard not to laugh." "Ollie." "What, Rina? Tell me it wasn't funny. Hell, imagine going to meet a client and not having even a clean pair of undies." Stockton laughed at that, pointing back at Oliver, "Is it true what this one said, he 'looks like Leslie, but shorter'?" "Maxie, when have I lied to you?" "Only the last time we played cards, asshole." Oliver blew him a kiss before he took a sip of his coffee. "Well?", Stockton pushed for an answer, "Leslie look-a-like or nah?" Sabrina chewed on the bite of her pastry slowly, images from the video call invading her mind, "Absolutely not." "Now that's a lie, Rina.", Oliver argued and spun around in his chair to regard them both, "Not only does he look like Leslie, but he also wants in her pants as much. Probably."

"You're lucky I love this croissant, or it'd be flying at your head, Oliver." He stuck his tongue out, "Love ya, too." The door opening cut out his laughter, "Speaking of the taller Devil." "Morning, guys.", Leslie Parish muttered in a greeting and walked over to the desk next to hers and dropped off his things. The strange expression on his face gave her a pause and prompted Stockton to clear his throat before he rose up to leave. "I will get going, better start looking into the case. Recover our lawyer friend's luggage back." On his way out saluted Leslie, then patted Oliver on the back, "Later, folks." "The lawyer?", Leslie started, peeling off his coat and placing it over the back of his chair. Sabrina shook her head, "He's not our problem." He strode over, taking a seat at the edge of her desk as he stole the final bite of her croissant, "Not from what Ollie told me." "How many people did you tell, Oliver?" Oliver shrugged, hiding his face behind one of the files he had open on his desk, "I plead the fifth." The eyebrow Leslie quirked told her everything she needed to know before he even elaborated, "Oliver was straight up updating us all live in your Birthday group chat." "Unbelievable. And here I thought you were working hard, McKenzie." A wink was sent her way, "You're underestimating me. I can absolutely multitask, Donovan." "So, back to this guy…", Leslie's blue eyes searched hers. "Later." A nod, "Deal. I'm taking you out for lunch, you can tell me all about him then." Oliver spun around with a victorious smirk, "See, I knew there was something. He asked you out, didn't he?" Sabrina turned to her computer monitor, logging in and pulling up the CCTV footage she had spent half of the previous day combing through, "I plead the fifth, too."

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yoonieper · 1 year

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Make it Rein | KSJ

Lookin at u got me thinkin christmas~

❅ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

❅ Genre: pwp pretty much (fr this time!), smut, fluff, a little humor sprinkled in

❅ Rated: H for Ho Ho Ho

❅ Warnings: soft~, oral (f receiving), protected sex

❅ Word Count: 1.9k

❅ Prompt: Waking up early for ‘presents ;)’

❅ Summary: Your anniversary surprise didn’t go as planned, instead he gave you your christmas present early ;)

❅ Thank you: Thank you so much @jamaisjoons once again for the banner~

❅ Now Playing: A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter

❅ Author’s Note: This is actually part 2 of the Christmas fic I did last year for Seokjin (link for story down below if you want context)! Spicing up our wholesome couple with, well 🤭… Enjoy friends, another bite sized smut to brighten up your day <3~

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much : D

Jingle Bell Rock

It was only because Seokjin had forgotten to close the curtains last night did he find his eyes fluttering open at an hour he could immediately tell was too early.

He sighed and flipped around honestly hoping to go back to sleep when his hand rested upon something warm. Confused, he opened his eyes to only find you.

In the dim light he saw your back as you cuddled up with your pillow you always did. Things were different though, he could immediately tell.

The covers were barely draped onto your form, a red lingerie set cladded your body, something he could see was themed for the holidays. You were wearing a Santa hat, with a Santa outfit themed bra, and the bottom of the set was this little skirt with a belt wrapped around your hips, with the strings of your panties poking out from underneath, a sight he could only describe as the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

He tried to remember what happened last night because he clearly didn’t remember you being dressed like this, nor did he even remember going to bed and sleeping at your place.

He stared at you for a little while trying to think back to what happened last night when it suddenly came to him like a slap to the face.

You had sent him a text earlier in the day, promising a surprise when you got home from the radio station. Work kept you longer than you had hoped, and so he still found himself coming over anyway, drinking a bit of the wine he brought out to celebrate your one year anniversary.

Technically it was on Christmas, but he had prepared a little pre celebration like you had, making a quick late night snack paired with a bottle of red wine.

Well either he drank more than he planned or something was wrong with the wine because he got sleepy soon after he finished his first glass. He could hardly remember the rest, but he ended up stumbling to bed, completely forgetting he was still at your place and that you had a surprise planned for him when you made it back.

Seokjin quietly groaned to himself, seeing what he likely missed because of the wine. What a surprise this would have been if he’d actually managed to stay up and see it…

You looked amazing even from this angle.

It suddenly dawned on him once more that while everyone outside was celebrating Christmas, today was in fact your one year anniversary.

The fact it was Christmas also meant that the both of you would need to be heading to the station to get ready for the Christmas special you and your co-host had planned— Seokjin this year once again starring in it after his performance last year was so well received.

You both unfortunately didn’t have that time to celebrate like he wished, but while things weren’t hectic, he might be able to make up for yesterday and kick off the holidays with a great time.

He scooted a little closer and gently kissed your shoulder and ran his hand up your side. He was as soft as possibly, feeling a tiny bit bad for waking you, but hoped this would make up for it.

You were a relatively light sleeper so it didn’t take much for you to suddenly become aware of the warm hands on your body in your room that was always so cold and the feather-light kisses on your skin.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself immediately knowing who it was behind you.

“Good morning to you too~” You chuckled.

“It’s not yet… shit, I can’t believe I missed this…” He sighed as he pulled your shoulder toward him, so you were laying on your back before climbing over you.

He took a minute to take in what exactly you were wearing. Everything about the outfit fit you perfectly and made his mouth water at how good you looked.

“It’s too bad you fell asleep, I had a whole routine planned.” You laughed, just thinking about it. It wasn’t anything too specular, just enough to get your man in the mood and surprise him for your anniversary.

You were a little shocked to come home to find him asleep considering it was only 10:30 when you finally made it back from the station. You had changed at work, put on a jacket, and drove home thinking you were about to give him the surprise of a lifetime only to come home to him passed out on your bed.

You were even more confused since you texted him right before you left work, but seeing the almost empty bottle of wine along with the fancy platter of cheeses and little meats that remained vastly untouched clued you in on all you needed to. Instead of waking him up, you ate the platter he prepared, finished up the bottle, and went straight to bed with him.

For some reason, you weren’t exactly surprised by the wake up.

You noticed the sadden look on his face at the mention of what he missed out on.

“I’m never drinking wine again… I only had one glass, I don’t know how it put me out like that.” He pouted.

“Mmmm, baby I came back and only this much was left in the bottle.” You held up a tiny distance between your fingers. “Had what was left and it didn’t even make it halfway up the glass.”

You watched again as his face changed from confusion to his ears and cheeks growing more red by the second and you couldn’t help but giggle. He’s so cute~

“I’m so sorry…” He sighed.

“It’s alright… but I did think I heard you say you were about to make it up somehow.” Your gaze lowered to stare down his button up, and back up to his eyes. You could tell he got the picture.

He shyly smiled down at you before moving down your body, his eyes taking in every detail of your outfit before settling between your thighs.

“Ooo, yep I think this will be more than enough repayment~” You laughed and he did as well.

“Well, happy anniversary to us. I think we’ve had a pretty amazing year, don’t you think?” He asked, smiling up at you.

“Couldn’t ask for anything be– ooohhh.” You sighed feeling his finger run over your clothed slit.

He seemed to be down with talking and focused instead on the pleasing you. He continued to run his finger through your slit and would occasionally move focus on your clit, he enjoyed seeing you grow wetter by the second.

“Fuck– please baby…” You groaned softly, reaching down to run your fingers through his dark hair. It was a little longer than he usually let it get, and you couldn’t be happier feeling it like this now.

Seokjin was always so eager to please, quickly tugging your soaked thong down your legs, leaving you in just your tiny santa skirt.

He stared between your legs, dazed because, holy shit was his girlfriend gorgeous.

“Ho ho ho to me~” He chuckled lightly and it took you a minute to process the fact that he made that joke before you burst out laughing, because why the fuck was that the first thing that came into that beautiful brain of his.

“Baby, I swear you’re the most unserious person I know.” You giggled and your heart nearly melted seeing his cute little smile and what he seemingly took as a compliment. It was, you loved him.

He took the praise and fueled it in his efforts to please, and nearly knocking you breathless, you felt his tongue go to work and he lapped up your juices. He was always so good to you and you couldn’t help but moan for him as his tongue glided between your folds.

You were sensitive and maybe it was the surprise wake up or you were still hyped up from what you thought you were going to come home and experience, but your boyfriend was good and it didn’t take much for you to start feeling the telltale signs you were getting close. Seokjin noticed this and immediately came up and kissed you hurriedly.

It was passionate, all the love you have built together over the last year. You tried your best to pull down his pants but ultimately he had to pull away and hop off the bed for a second to get them down his legs finally. He also hurriedly grabbed a condom out from the nightstand before hopping on the bed to join you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you both moaned as he slowly pushed himself inside you. He stayed still for a second and you couldn’t help kissing him, feeling how good he felt inside you.

“Fuck.” He sighed as he steadily moved his hips. Every thrust made your toes curl and you couldn’t be happier to spend a year with this man.

You were so close from earlier it really didn’t take much for the feeling to return all too quickly.

“C-close.” You hurried out.

“I know.” He could certainly feel it, the way you were gripping him like you never wanted to let him go. You didn’t, he was yours.

“Are you–”

“Fuck, yes.” You didn’t make things any easier for him. You were so fucking wet, he was able to slide in you so easily and your walls hugged him so well it was only a matter of time before he was going to explode.

Determined to make sure you cum before he does, he hurried his pace and dived down to kiss you right on that spot on your neck that he knew got to you.

He knew you so well, to think it’s really been a year.

And like he knew, it wasn’t long before you cried for him and he did as well when his orgasm hit him so suddenly.

You both sat there for a second trying to catch your breaths when the sounds of “Jingle Bell Rock” started blaring from your phone, a sign that made you groan because that was your alarm to start getting ready for the Christmas special later.

“Well...” He laughed lightly.

“I don’t want to get up.” You whined because who wants to go outside in the freezing cold when you could spend the day snuggled in your boyfriend's arms, celebrating your anniversary.

“Me too but just think…” He leaned in close. “I can’t wait to give you your real present later.” His tone was sultry and immediately had your mind spiraling at the possibilities.

“I can’t wait for that then~” You felt like kicking your feet and giggling like a school girl but you refrained. “Plus, I wanna see you perform again.” You smiled thinking back to his amazing performance last year.

You saw his ears get a little red at the mention of it. After last year, his performance for the radio station finally brought your shy star out of his shell and he’s been posting a few covers on youtube and even occasionally performing at little venues.

“I’m excited to see you there again.” He smiled.

You thought back to what happened last time.

“Mmm, do you have plans on going all disney prince again on me after your performance?” You chuckled, but couldn’t stop the giddy feeling from spreading all over your body.

“I’ll do more than that…” His voice was low and dangerous.

“What then?”

“You’ll get your present later, I promise.”

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chiiyuuvv · 1 month

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🗪 yuvie wips! ➤

feel free to make any suggestions for any of my wips <3

true pt. 2 - bestie!yechan xikers

estimations : pretty long fanfiction (over 1k, maybe even about 1.5k words), hopefully the end to my two part series, this work will include some angst and misunderstandings, but in the end it's going to be the fluffiest shit ever because we are slow dancinggg :OOO

title to be decided - friend!euijoo &team

estimations : pretty short drabble/blurb, involves a moon wink wink

title to be decided - boyfriend!jo &team

estimations : pretty short drabble/blurb, lots of kissing that may become a little suggestive?? But in my mind, i'm picturing very deep yet light hearted kisses... so idk yet

title to be decided - boyfriend!maki &team

estimations : pretty short drabble/blurb, I feel like whatever i say will spoil it so uh... its fluffy??

you're my favorite song - boyfriend!hunter xikers

estimations : short/medium drabble filled with all sorts of love and reassurance. Also based off of camp rock's "you're my favorite song," and that poll I did

if he wanted too he would - bestfriend!taki &team

estimations : short/medium drabble that has lots of angst, but also a lot of reassurance and maybe even kissing? probably because he (taki) would be in the heat of the moment, but idk. this is also a very iconic trope, but i'm not telling you what it is bc thats spoiling 😝 OH and this is inspired by Johnny Orlando's "if he wanted too he would" (but thank god that he didn't).

xikers as rare words

estimations : headcanon!! this technically isn't mine, as I got the idea from this twitter thread. I just plan on explaining it but in ff/hc form

title to be decided - (not decided yet, although probably bff or something)!nicholas &team

estimations : based off that tiktok and poll I sent. Also i hope all of you stub your toes for picking my man >:|, y'all actually have no idea how excited i was to write it for either kei (kei was winning the entire time btw BUT NO) or maki (he was in third place), but noooo lets kill your beloved writer :|

title to be decided - bestfriend!hunter xikers

estimations : hopefully a VERY long fic (maybe at the 1k mark idk). this one is a very personal idea of mine and I just realized I have like never.. showed one of my writer moots this idea 😅 all i remember is that I was reading prompts to write it for my friend, when BOOM I have like two pages of the outlined draft. All prompts used are from @keyotosprompts btw!!

title to be decided - ??!yujun xikers

estimations : medium/long fic. actually got the idea by playing this game! i got 1) in the morning - rocco, 2) firework - &team, 3) read your mind - sabrina carpenter, 4) poster boy - lyn lapid, 5) buzz love - &team. I think this is going to be a fun one!

something about moutains.. - prob bf!jo &team

estimations : blurb, inspired by something he said in a recent video

quick declaimer that it is not guaranteed I write all the wips listed above ^^ I make no promises, for these are just my ideas that might collect dust ngl 😁

#yuvie💡!

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dreamofmetoday · 1 year

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QUICK READING RECAP

23rd of march 2023

🥂💒🍦does wendy want to leave red velvet?

↳ 10oS

not technically but she really is just over the drama of it all and thinks the whole girl group thing is tired.

🍰🍄🧣are aespa friends as well as coworkers?

↳ fool, 7oC rx, AoS

not really… but they’re a lot closer than they used to be. they’re mostly just preoccupied with other things and aren’t the type to have all been friends if they hadn’t been forced to be around each other.

🌈🌻🪷 is p1harmony’s keeho gay or bi?

↳ AoP, AoC

pretty resounding yes.

🌈🪸🍨 is astro’s cha eunwoo gay or bi?

↳ AoW

yes, could be gay or lean towards men too.

💒💌🍉is itzy’s ryujin bisexual?

↳ QoW, KoC

yes! but she may tend to focus more on actually dating men and right now views them more romantically. currently her attraction to women remains predominantly physical.

💕🛍️🧸are nct’s jeno and twice’s mina actually dating?

↳ AoW, 6oC

yes, they are.

🌈🎏🍓is itzy’s yuna gay or bi?

↳ 7oC rx, 3oS

no, she’s straight.

🍊🫒🥑how does itzy’s lia feel about the hate she gets?

↳ 7oW rx, 10oS, 6oW

it hurts her really bad. it’s given her a lot of painful, dark and dramatic thoughts before and she feels no matter how hard she tries it doesn’t get better. she tries to hold onto the hope that it won’t be her life forever. another way she copes with the pain is focusing on how pain can make you wiser.

🍇☎️🫕can you read about blackpink’s jisoo solo?

↳ 8oS, chariot rx, 10oS rx

she finds the whole thing stressful and after promotions finish she will not be satisfied with the result since she will face a lot of criticism but she will get over it fairly quickly. overall, she has worked hard for this and has likely been doing things such was losing weight and taking extra care of her looks for promotions so this part she will be satisfied with. the debut itself won’t be very unique or innovative but it will do well financially.

🍤🍨🍰why did blackpink’s lisa and rosé fight?

↳ 10oW rx, 2oP

one of them thought the other was being sneaky about a decision made in the company which then got worse due to constant nagging and not letting it go. they both said some pretty harsh things.

🥟🍘🌼how does aespa’s karina feel about giselle’s performance skills?

↳ 8oP rx, 6oC

she thinks giselle’s skills are mostly rudimentary and she has trouble improving due to laziness, immaturity and capability. however, she is mostly fine with her fit in aepsa overall.

🥂🍯🍨is nct haechan dating right now?

↳ death, 3oS

no, in fact he is quite upset with the state of his love life right now and feels lonely and regretful.

🍙🎞️🌻how will nmixx’s next comeback do?

↳ fool, KoS, KoC

not as well as the company likes but not completely terrible. this will result in stern discussions within the company and cause strife amongst the members, perhaps due to how they will be reorganised. they’re trying to use what has worked for other groups while still being different and it seems it needs to be perfected more. unfortunately, the girls will be upset with what happens after and will become more worried about their future direction.

🦚🌱🍈what is harry styles’ opinion on chris pine?

↳ magician rx, judgement, 3oS, 6oP

he’s annoyed that chris’ nice act seems to work on others and he thinks people don’t see him for who he really is. he sees chris as meddling, fake and selfish.

⭐️🌩️☀️what does sabrina carpenter think of olivia rodrigo right now?

↳ 4oP, hawk rx, AoP, KoS

she doesn’t think olivia is nice but she also isn’t very angry. she thinks out of all the people’s she’s had to deal with, olivia isn’t that bad. she thinks olivia is egotistical.

🍇🍓🥭how will ive’s next comeback do?

↳ AoW, KnoP, salmon rx, 10oW

there’s a lot of pressure for them to live up to their previous success and it seems they will live up to it but i don’t really see this comeback doing better than their previous ones. they will be impressing the general public steadily even if there’s criticism about trying too hard too. the comeback will seem creative and trendy.

🎧🕯️🦢is taylor swift’s song tolerate it really about her dad?

↳ the banes, the world

yes that song is about her dad

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ceruleanwind · 2 months

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On Repeat

Sebmark (Rule 63) | Explicit | 2.4k | Read on AO3

“So wet,” Marina murmurs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looking down to admire her prize. “Aren’t you? Have I been neglecting you?” She reaches out to drag her fingertips over Sabrina’s soaked underwear, her thumb brushing over the slight swell of her clit. Or: Sabrina gets awfully pent-up while Marina is out running errands. Marina thankfully comes to the rescue.

Slow weekends, ones where her team isn’t racing, are Sabrina’s least favourite. The paddock is like a second home to her; she gets a real kick out of all the media events, the challenges, the interviews. And, of course, most of all, she likes the racing. She sure as hell liked winning a world championship last season, brazenly sobbing in front of the world and proving a whole lot of idiots wrong. What makes it more alluring, to add to the excitement already, is how much the world seethes when Sabrina Vettel dominates on track. She’ll always hold her trophies high and let her teammate soak her in champagne no matter how loudly the crowd boos about it.

She shifts around on the couch, letting out a sigh. Her teammate—Marina—had dipped out to run some errands and hit the gym a few hours ago, Sabrina staying behind to take a nap. Unable to sleep, Sabrina had taken to lounging on the couch instead, attention half-focused on the shitty rom-com playing on TV. She often lets Marina stay with her between race weekends, especially since her apartment is much closer than Marina’s is, and besides, there are other benefits to letting Marina stay with her anyway.

Sabrina’s face flushes warm as she remembers just what Marina had done to her this morning before she left for the gym. It has her nearly whining at the memory, bringing her hand up to clamp over her plush pink lips. She’d woken up this morning to Marina’s knee brushing up between her legs, grinding over her aching clit, and she couldn’t hold back her downright pathetic begging once Marina had dipped beneath the covers, settling between her parted thighs.

God, was it good. Sabrina has been perpetually sensitive over this past week, her tiny pink pussy being made to come whenever Marina feels like it. The thought of Marina coming home soon, dark wavy hair pinned up away from her face and tits pushed together by her tight sports bra, makes Sabrina’s clit throb, a wave of neediness rushing straight to her pussy. Pulling her hand away from her face and whining—it’s her apartment after all—she lets her thighs splay open, absentmindedly reaching a hand between her legs to rub over the crotch of her shorts. Just a little, she tells herself, just to hold herself over until Marina comes home.

“Ah—” she whimpers, high and desperate, her hips twitching into her own touch and her pussy growing wetter in her shorts. How she’d love to slide her hand beneath her waistband and rub her clit to an orgasm, come quick and dirty, but she knows what Marina would say to her—and do to her—if she did. Sabrina squirms as she thinks about it; maybe Marina would deny her until the next race weekend at least, or worse, she might make Sabrina come until she can’t anymore, body too wracked by sobs and incoherent begging to manage another.

But why would Marina have to know?

Adrenaline races through Sabrina’s nerves like liquid gold. Her face flushes as she surreptitiously pushes her hand beneath her waistband, just skimming over her clit with her fingertips. Her teeth worry at her bottom lip, holding back the whine that bubbles up in the back of her throat.

She just begins to spread her thighs a little wider, her fingertips moving to rub at her clit, when she suddenly hears the door handle turn from the other room. Sabrina gasps softly, withdrawing her hand as if it’s just been burned and wiping her slick on the side of her shorts. “Marina?” she calls, sitting up and hoping her voice doesn’t sound too needy already.

“Yeah, babe,” Marina answers, and oh, she’s in the kitchen now. Sabrina registers the rustling of grocery bags. “Just putting away groceries.”

“Uh-huh,” Sabrina says, sinking back into the couch cushions and sighing. She’s still so wet, her cunt throbbing between her thighs, desperate to be touched. “Did you get the stuff for dinner tonight?”

Marina laughs from the kitchen, like she thinks Sabrina is dumb. “Of course. I also got more of those protein shakes you like.”

A bit more rustling ensues, then the fridge door opens and closes a few times. Marina finally appears in the doorway to the living room, still clad in her workout clothes, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Sabrina lets herself look at Marina’s strong thighs, her slim waist, and of course, her gorgeous tits. She lets her eyes linger on the latter for perhaps a little too long, suddenly self-conscious of her mismatched outfit, just made for lounging around the apartment.

“What did you get up to while I was away?” Marina asks, approaching Sabrina on the couch. “Have a good nap?”

Sabrina instinctively moves over to make room, incessant need still making her pussy ache. “I—I couldn’t sleep,” she explains, “so I just watched some rom-coms . . .”

“Oh, I see,” Marina says, an amused smile playing across her face. She points to where Sabrina was just sitting on the couch, and much to Sabrina’s horror, a wet patch has soaked into the grey fabric of it. “You sure it wasn’t something a little dirtier?” She sits on the couch, leaning in closer to Sabrina, whose back is resting against the arm of it, knees drawn to her chest.

“It wasn’t,” Sabrina protests weakly, her breath already coming heavier with how Marina is leaning so close to her. Despite herself, she feels herself grow wetter in her panties, her already sensitive clit nearly begging for it.

Marina clicks her tongue, laying her hands—always warm and soft—atop Sabrina’s knees and forcing them apart, revealing her crotch, which is already damp with her slick. “So, what?” she asks. “What has you like this, then?” She reaches further to unbutton Sabrina’s shorts, easing the zipper down before working them down over her hips.

Sabrina makes a pathetic little noise, eagerly helping Marina along by lifting her bottom and pushing her shorts down her legs before tossing them aside. “I dunno,” she answers stupidly, her face flushing as Marina eyes the wet spot between her legs. Sabrina had chosen a rather embarrassing pair of underwear this morning—they’re white and exceedingly childish, with tiny red hearts speckled over the fabric. “Just—ah, please—” she tries to shift her hips up, urge Marina to touch her, but to no avail.

Sabrina moans out loud, flushed and frustrated, impatiently pushing her hips into Marina’s touch. Marina knows just how to touch her to drive her wild, and Sabrina both loves and hates her for it. “No,” she answers, her breath hitching in her throat as she recalls how much she’s come over the past week. “Just wanted—I want—please touch me.” Begging is always plenty embarrassing for her, especially when she has to look Marina in the eyes as she says it.

“I seem to remember,” Marina goes on, still with that infuriating smile on her face as she slips off the couch, kneeling on the floor next to where Sabrina is sitting on the cushions, legs splayed apart, “that I already made you come once today. Is my girl that needy?”

“Yes,” Sabrina admits easily, turning herself to face Marina and feeling her clit throb when Marina slides her panties off her legs for her. “Need it, please, oh, please,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to watch Marina sizing her up like a meal.

Marina eyes up her prize, gaze tracing hot and hungry all over Sabrina’s soaked pussy, shiny with slick. She leans in and presses her lips to a spot on Sabrina’s lower stomach, right below her belly button, and rejoices in how Sabrina whines, panting like she’s nothing but a whore. Her hands come up to hold Sabrina’s thighs, fingertips digging into her soft, creamy skin hard enough to leave bruises, as she kisses slowly down to where Sabrina wants her the most.

Sabrina thinks her heart might burst out of her chest. Marina’s a tease on a good day, sure, but right now, when Sabrina doesn’t think she’s been needier in her life? Marina is taking her sweet time, kissing oh-so-slowly down her body until her warm breath fans over Sabrina’s sopping wet cunt, making her shiver. She whines again, trying to squirm in Marina’s firm grasp, only to let out her breath in a shocked exhale when Marina finally lowers her mouth to her pussy.

Marina smiles into it, glancing teasingly up at Sabrina as she licks a hot, wet stripe up Sabrina’s cunt. She shows Sabrina how much slick pools on her tongue just from one swipe before she swallows it down and goes back for more, dragging her tongue slowly across Sabrina’s tight hole this time.

“Fuck,” Sabrina whines, her clit pulsing at the attention. Seeing all her slick pooled on Marina’s tongue was embarrassing enough, but the heat of Marina’s mouth on her makes her quickly forget; she moans when Marina brings her lips up to wrap around her clit, the hot slick wetness of her mouth absolutely addicting. She’s already sensitive—her legs shake when Marina sucks, sending a shiver up her spine and lighting her nerves on fire—but she forces herself to take it anyway, reminding herself that this is what she wanted.

But then Marina’s mouth is gone, exposing Sabrina’s needy cunt to the cool air and making her squirm in frustration. “Don’t—hey, don’t stop,” she tries to protest, but she can’t help but watch as Marina presses two fingers onto her own tongue, coating them with Sabrina’s slick and her saliva. Sabrina’s stomach twists at the implications; her cunt clenches down on nothing in her excitement, goosebumps rising all over her skin. She’s never able to last long when Marina does this to her.

Marina only smiles, teasingly blowing a stream of cool air over Sabrina’s dripping clit and listening to the strangled noise she forces out. “I should make you count while I do this sometime,” she suggests. “See how long you can keep focused.” She lowers her mouth to Sabrina’s cunt again, and this time, she brings the slick fingertip of her index finger up to push into her, easily slipping into that tight, silky heat. Her lips close around Sabrina’s clit and while she sucks gently at it, Sabrina’s hands flying to her hair, Marina pushes her second finger into Sabrina, stretching her out again despite being fucked just earlier today.

“Couldn’t,” is all Sabrina can say between her soft whines and moans, fisting desperately at Marina’s hair. She doesn’t care about ruining Marina’s ponytail. Marina’s long fingers press into her impossibly deep, stroking along her silky walls before crooking upwards into that one spot she hoped Marina wouldn’t go near. “Marina,” she gasps, eyes flying open wide, “don’t—I’m gonna—”

With a sharp glance up at Sabrina, Marina continues on, her hot tongue laving slick and delicious over Sabrina’s clit. Her fingers inside Sabrina thrust into her incessantly—on every drag of her fingers out of Sabrina’s hole, she crooks them up to pet along her g-spot, making her cry out and her legs shake.

It’s so much. It’s too much for Sabrina and her pathetically needy little cunt. She sobs, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she feels her orgasm creep up on her like one of the waves she refuses to surf when Marina takes her to Australia. Marina’s mouth over her clit is bad enough, but with every push of Marina’s fingertips up against her g-spot, she feels it approaching far faster than she’d like. She squeals, trying to squirm away, but Marina holds her in place, firm as always. Panic rises up in Sabrina’s chest; she cries out, “I’m gonna squirt if you—ah—Marina, stop,” but Marina seems not to hear her.

Marina sucks on Sabrina’s clit again, crooking her fingers up to drag over Sabrina’s g-spot agonisingly slow, and that’s when Sabrina comes with a gasping cry, gushing squirt out over Marina’s tongue and chin and throat. She whines and pants through it, her back arching and her cunt clenching over and over around Marina’s fingers, which are still buried inside her. She’s so sensitive, painfully so, and when Marina keeps licking at her clit, the flat of her tongue dragging slowly over the tiny bud, Sabrina can’t help but squeal again, trying to squirm away. She pushes at Marina’s head, gasping out “Stop, stop,” and that’s when Marina finally pulls away, her lips and chin and chest shiny with Sabrina’s slick.

“You really did need that, huh?” Marina teases, pulling her two fingers out of Sabrina’s hole before pressing them onto her tongue. Sabrina whines at the sight, flushing with embarrassment. Marina always seems to know just how to humiliate her. “Look at the mess you made. Wet little thing.”

“Wanted to touch myself so bad when you were out,” Sabrina confesses, her mind still numb from her intense orgasm. “But I knew—I knew—”

“You knew you’re not allowed?” Marina kisses one of Sabrina’s knees before pulling away in order to rise to her full height. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. What do you say I reward you?”

Sabrina’s aching, oversensitive clit wants to protest, say no to yet another orgasm today, but her needy mind betrays her; she nods meekly, accepting Marina’s outstretched hand and letting her help her to her feet. Her legs shake when she stands up, her cunt still clenching down on nothing, but she can’t help but grow a little wet again as she imagines the reward Marina might give her.

“Shower first, and then I promise it’ll be worth your while,” Marina says gently, leaning down to kiss at the mess of Sabrina’s long blond curls. Her warm hand rests on the small of Sabrina’s back as they walk to the bathroom, eager to get cleaned up.

Sabrina sighs happily, melting into Marina’s side. No matter the reward, no matter the ask, she’ll do it if Marina tells her to. Maybe it’s dangerous—but then again, when has Sabrina not gotten off on danger?

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #sebmark #martian #girl!sebmark #f1blr #promoting my girl sebmark agenda #real talk im a guy so lmk if i did anything wrong #my fics

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gabithefanwriter · 9 months

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I Gotta Find You: Luka Couffaine x Female Reader Camp Rock AU

So reader ends up at Camp Rock. She is good friends with Zoe. And the thing is that in a midst of panic of wanting to be popular, she becomes Zoe herself. Only Mylene and Marinette know reader's real identity (they think Zoe is a false persona). Chloe never met Zoe and they were supposed to meet at camp (irl she forgot Zoe existed for 10 years rofl) It's only part 1. Will DEFINITELY be edited in the future. Oh my god I'm so rusty when it comes to fanfictions. It definitely could've been better and I will edit it in the future FOR SURE.

Y/n was shaking from excitement.

Her dad just dropped her off at Camp Rock (thinking it was math camp), a dream of Y/n's that she was lucky enough to reach. Of course, her family were never as financially stable as one would hope, and because of that, the young teen girl needed to apply for work to be able to afford some parts here, so she applied for the only job available: kitchen duty. Without much looking, Y/n found her twin bedroom, seeing that the roommate had already left her things, so Y/n quickly took the free bed. Only one thing made her feel truly saddened. Her best friend , Zoe, wasn't gonna join camp, so the teen would be alone.

When she left a majority of her things, she made her way to the grand stage, where the major welcoming ceremony was about to happen. Just as she passed by the door, Y/n bumped into a girl shorter than her, with wide gamboge eyes and colourful dreadlocks, and she smiled at her. "Hey, I assume you're my roommate. I'm glad to meet you! I'm Y/n."

"Hi, Y/n, I'm Mylene. I'm happy to meet you too," the girl replied and shook Y/n's hand. "I was just about to grab something. If you want to wait we can both go to the stage and see the welcoming ceremony?"

"Definitely!" Y/n smiled.

The girls had just reached the stage, Y/n was actively chatting with Mylene, telling her a quick summary about the taller girl's life and her summer job in the kitchens with the Dupain-Cheng family, until the h/c girl saw a someone her age with dark blue pigtails walking around handing out foods. Y/n assumed this was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. "Hey Mylene, is that-"

"Marinette? Yeah, let's go say hi."

Both girls walked up to the assumed 'Marinette', with Y/n greeting her. "Hi. I assume you're Marinette?"

"OH!" The girl spun around and greeted the pair. "Hello, yes! I'm Marinette. Are you the girl who will be working with us during the summer? Y/n, right?"

Y/n nodded. "That's me!"

Marinette smiled. "Then I'll find you later, take care!"

With that, the pair walked around again, memorizing what and where everything was in case they needed anything. It wasn't until they saw a trio of girls walking around, one with brown hair, one with blonde hair in a ponytail and a ginger with a short haircut and glasses.

"Mylene, who are they?" Y/n asked, a small feeling of familiarity when she glance at the trio. Mylene looked up and sighed. "Those three? The brunette is Lila Rossi, the blonde is Mayor Bourgeois' daughter; Chloe Bourgeois and that's Sabrina Raincomprix. They are one of the popular three girls. Lila says she knows so many people from high positions in the music industry, and she makes many donations to them all. And because of that she targets people of a poorer background, like Marinette, and because Mari can't protect herself, she's the first target."

Just as Mylene said those words, Y/n saw Lila bully Marinette, the baker girl holding a tray in defense as Lila laughed, still a good distance away from everyone so no one could see.

Y/n bit her lip, as she was approached by the new girls. Truth was, Y/n had known about Chloe from Zoe, as both blondes were half sisters. Y/n smiled at the trio that approached them. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

"Hey, I'm Lila Rossi."

"I know, I'm a huge fan of you and your donations."

"Of course you are." Lila smirked. "So, who are you, and what's your name?"

"I...um..." In a moment of panic, Y/n spoke up. "I'm Zoe Lee."

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Chloe scoffed and thought. Sabrina asked. "Who're your parents?"

"My mom is, uh," Y/n replied with wide eyes. "Audrey Bourgeois."

"So that's why... you're the sister they have told me about!" Chloe exclaimed. Y/n nodded. "Uh, yeah! Definitely!"

"Well, what are you doing? We need to give you a makeover, stat!" Chloe exclaimed as she, Lila and Sabrina walked away. Before they left for good though, Lila turned back to Y/n. "Come to our cabin later, and you can be one of us!"

"Uh, I'll pass by for sure!" Y/n smiled, sighing out in relief as they left. The girls then turned to the stage and heard a voice. A woman with a grey braid and glasses climbed onto the stage.

"Hello campers! Welcome to the older and newer members to the greatest of all music camps, where everyone finds their own style of music so they can play, sing or compose new music and songs! I'm Anarka, co-owner of Camp Rock."

"Hi Anarka!" Everyone called out.

"Here we like to sing, so try that again!" The woman smirked.

"Hi Anarka..." everyone tried to harmonize, failing slightly as everyone laughed slightly. Anarka smiled sweetly. "Well, we have work to do. My husband as you all know, Jagged Stone, the other co-owner if Camp Rock is here and your teacher as well! If you have any questions, you can always ask us. Oh! And one more thing! Drumroll please!"

A kid with dark hair and glasses ran forward, creating a beat before stopping for Anarka to continue.

"This year, for the first time ever, we're going to have two important celebrity instructors, and they are our own two kids, Juleka and Luka Couffaine!"

Cheers and screams echoed around, and among those screams were the cheers of Mylene and Y/n, who had a wide open mouth in shock.

After the announcement, Y/n's heart raced as she talked with Mylene about Kitty Section. "They are one of, if not the greatest group of all time! And Juleka and Luka are coming? Luka, my favourite guitarist and singer? Oh my! I'm so excited! I hope I don't make a fool of myself."

"It seems like you've got a bit of a crush there, Y/n/n," Mylene teased. The girl in question blushed in embarrassment. "Oh please, you're one to talk."

Mylene and Y/n giggled as they then parted ways, with Y/n staying behind to help Marinette fix the dining areas. Marinette then turned towards Y/n, smiling at the h/c girl. "Thanks for all the help! We only have the plates to arrange in the dining room. So if you could cover that, I'll deal with everything else out here and then you'll be done for the night!"

"Alright, Marinette, you're the boss."

The pig-tailed girl chuckled, smiling at Y/n before focusing on the task at hand. "Are you excited for the Kitty Section members?"

"Oh, am I?" Y/n smiled brightly. "You got a favourite member, by any chance?"

"Oh, definitely Adrien Agreste! He is absolutely radiant, carefree and dreamy!" Marinette blushed.

Y/n snorted. "So I've heard from the advertisement of the perfume named after him."

"Oh shush!" Marinette laughed embarrassed. "And what about you, Ms. L/n? Any favourite members?"

"Actually yeah, he's gonna be one of the instructors here," Y/n smiled. Marinette smirked. "Oh, the guitarist, huh. Hopefully he picks you out first from the crowd and notices you."

Y/n turned red, stumbling over her words before laughing. "You sneaky fox, Mari!"

The girls laughed for a little while more, before Marinette nodded her head at the dining area as she took the outside.

Marinette only helped Y/n carry plates, cups and utensils to the dining room before continuing the outside.

Soon, when even Marinette finished and went to her parents, Y/n was left alone in the large room, with a piano, and she thought about it for a moment, whether or not she should play it and sing one of her unheard but favourite written songs.

Y/n set down the final cups and plates on a table and sat down at the piano, pulling out her music book from the small messenger bag she had. She set it on the piano and began playing the notes, singing along.

"Do you know what it's like To feel so in the dark? To dream about a life Where you're the shining star? Even though it seems Like it's too far away I have to believe in myself It's the only way."

"This is real, this is me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now Gonna let the light shine on me Now I've found who I am There's no way to hold it in No more hiding who I want to be This is me."

She sighed and gathered everything, tucking her music book in her messenger bag as she left, unaware of the company of a certain black-blue-haired rockstar underneath the window where she played.

When she was gone, the blue-haired boy escaped the fangirls and entered the room. "Hello? Hello-o! Who's in here?"

He walked over to the piano, looking down at the keys, still mesmerized by the stunning voice he heard. He narrowed his blue eyes in thought on who it could be.

#luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous x reader #camp rock #I need Andrew Russell to sing 'Gotta Find You' lord help my fangirl heart atp #camp rock au

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bad idea right?

Relationship: Brett Land/OC!Amy

Rating: 18+ ONLY, Explicit

Warning: Unprotected sex, fingering, penetration (penis in vagina)

Summary: It'd been one month since Amy and Brett broke up. But she missed him. Or at least she missed sex with him.

Author’s Note: This took me 74 days to write and is the worst smut I've ever written, so please be gentle. You don't need to have seen Goat to read this, but I highly recommend it for my Nick girlies. Inspired by "bad idea right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Made a whole playlist for it.

Words: 1,084

“Yes, I know that he’s my ex, But can’t two people reconnect I only see him as a friend The biggest lie I ever said”

One month. One month since Amy ended things with Brett. One month since she hadn’t seen him outside of their shared classes and around campus. One month since she found herself as a Phi Sig party. One month that she stayed strong and didn’t find herself back in his bed. But one month was long enough.

Despite the attempt at discouragement from her best friend, Amy found herself outside of the Phi Sig house. It was lively as expected. The frat was throwing one final hurrah to end the semester. Amy’s phone has been going off all night. Missed calls and texts from Brett inviting her to the party. She tried her best to ignore them, but after a couple drinks at the last party, she decided to stop lying to herself. Amy missed Brett. Or at least she missed sex with Brett.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the house.

“Oh, shit, Amy?” Chance grabbed her attention, waving her over to where she sat on the couch, rolling a joint. “Does Brett know you’re here?”

“Not yet. I’m actually looking for him. Do you know where he is?”

“I think he’s in the kitchen with Sabrina. He’s going to be happy you’re here.” Chance laughed. “Are you partaking?” He held up the joint.

“No, that’s okay. I just came to see Brett,” Amy told him.

“At least grab a cup of something. We got a keg. Help yourself.”

“Thanks, Chance. I’ll see you around.” She left him, making her way to the kitchen. After stopping at the keg to get a drink, she navigated through couples making out and feeling each other up in the hallway. Finding Brett in the kitchen talking to a girl as Chance had said. Of course, he was. Maybe her best friend was right and she shouldn’t have come.

“Hey, Amy.” He looked at her. “I thought you were avoiding me.” He brought his bottle of beer to his lips.

“Believe me, I was trying my best, but you are persistent,” Amy replied, looking the other girl up and down. She was cute and definitely his type, but he wasn’t interested in her anymore. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is-” Brett looked at the other girl, who rolled her eyes and left. “I think her name was Samantha. Or Sarah.”

“Sabrina?” Amy questioned.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re a dick.” She scoffed, taking a drink.

“I’m glad you came.”

“After three missed calls and five texts, how could I now?” She asked.

“I’m sorry about that. I just-” He trailed off, shrugging.

“Me too. So what do you say we skip the bullshit and talking and go to your room?” She asked.

“Yeah. Okay.” He downed the rest of his beer. They walked back out to the part, passing by Chance, still sitting on the couch.

“Be safe, you two.” Chance teased. Brett grabbed Amy’s hand and led her up the stairs to his room.

As soon as they were inside, she locked the door, learning her lesson after one too many unwanted guests barged in on them. The way she reacted to his touch confirmed what he had though. She wasn’t over him. But neither was he. They made quick work of each other’s clothes. His hands still knew her body well. Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he knew how to draw the sweetest sounds from her.

“Brett,” she breathed out. “Just like that.”

“I know, baby.” He kissed her, continuing his service to her cunt. Moaning, she brushed her fingers through his hair. She rocked her hips against his hand, making him smile against her skin at how quickly he could make her fall apart.

“Brett,” she whined. “I need you.”

“Do you?” He asked. She could have slapped the cocky grin off his face if she wasn’t so desperate for his dick. Sure she was the one who said she wanted to take a break, but maybe she was wrong. Or maybe she shouldn’t think about their relationship while his fingers were inside of her. Kissing her, he stroked himself. “How badly do you need me?”

“Very bad.” It came out more desperate than she’d intended. Teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, he watched her for a few seconds before easing in slowly. Starting with slow, languished thrusts because he knew it drove her crazy. She kissed him aggressively, biting his lip in the process. He smiled, slamming his hips into hers at a faster rate, watching her get lost in the euphoria.

“Look at you.” He chuckled. “Taking my dick so good.”

“Mhm.” She moaned, biting her bottom lip.

“I know you can be louder than that. No one can hear us.” He kissed her neck, not caring about the marks he was leaving behind. With every snap of his hips, he pushed her closer to the edge. “Fuck, I missed you, Amy,” he groaned.

“We’re not doing this tonight. This is just fucking. Nothing more,” she told him.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” he replied. But they both knew it was inevitable. The cycle had been repeating itself for two years now. They’d break up, end up in bed together, and get back together the following week.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as he began rubbing circles on her clit. “Just like that, Brett.”

“I know.” He slowed down his thrusts, fucking her deeper. The noises coming out of her, brought him pride. She kissed him as she felt herself getting close, rocking her hips against his.

“Brett, I-” She didn’t even have to tell him she was close. He knew from her body language. Moaning, her orgasm hit like a train. He continued to fuck her through it until he felt himself close. Pulling out, he stroked his cock until he painted her stomach with his cum. “Real classy.” She scoffed, trying to catch her breath.

“You never had an issue before.” He handed her a towel.

“Thanks, I guess.” She cleaned herself up.

“Do you maybe want to get dinner or something this weekend?” He asked. She looked at him. The cycle was beginning again.

“Maybe. I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes.” She pulled on his shirt before leaving his room to run to the bathroom. He smirked, knowing she was going to say yes.

“I tripped and fell into his bed”

#Nick Jonas #Brett Land #Goat (2016)#Goat

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