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part 2 of the xyx fluff inspired by the song Come Here by Sabrina Claudio

WARNING - NSFW

Your knuckles were white as you grasped for the sheets, like a tether to keep you grounded as you soared above the clouds. His fingers were delicate as they played with you, as if you were his favorite instrument he couldn't put down. You were a puppet on a string, helpless beneath him.

"You're doin' so good for me, love," he mumbles against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip at the skin. Your eyes look down at him, pleading, begging. He chuckles. "Not yet." His fingers curl and your head drops back down to the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut as your jaw slacks open. You couldn't decide if the pleasure you felt was bringing you closer to heaven or pulling you down to hell.

"xyx!" you gasp, your hand reaching for his. He lets you hold it, smiling against you. His green eyes are dark, hardened with desire as he watches you. You're like a drug to him that he can't get enough of, no matter how much he consumes. God, he wants to consume all of you if he could.

Deciding you've had enough, he finally lets go as he sits upright on his knees. You're a panting mess beneath him, a pretty picture of pure ecstasy and he's slightly annoyed he doesn't have a camera nearby. You'd fill his entire memory card with just this form of you; your cheeks flushed red, sweat glistening off your skin, your hair splayed around you on the pillow. You're his favorite art piece he'd proudly hang in a museum if he could.

Needing to feel him, you reach your hands out towards him, calling his name. He chuckles and bends down, picking your legs up and resting them against his thighs. You feel his want press against you and shudder.

"So needy for me," he says, his lips against your collar bone. They leave a hickey, the dark mark a beautiful contrast to your skin. His mark.

"xyx," you mewl, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. You dig your heels into his lower back, pushing him forward. He braces himself with his arms on either side of you, keeping himself from falling.

"Tell me what you want, doll," he whispers, watching you intently as you look up at him.

"I want you," you quickly answer, earning a smile.

"I need more than that, love. Use your words and tell me what you want."

You huff impatiently, letting your arms fall, your palms resting upward next to your head. The want builds in his eyes as he looks at you, but he won't budge. You know he won't. Ever since you mentioned your ex when it came to intimate moments, he has always sought your consent. No matter how many times you'd given it, he would always ask again, to make sure. He would never do anything you didn't want to do. It warmed your heart but angered your lust. You didn't want to waste time on saying yes when it was very clear how badly you needed him.

"Please…make love to me," you give in, nearly whispering the last part. He grins, straightening up to grab your calves. He pushes your legs up until their slightly bent, allowing him to press closer. You gasp as you feel the weight of it settle between your legs, your own core twitching in anticipation. He looks down and groans, rutting slowly against you.

"So perfect," he mumbles, taking his hand to align himself with you. "So beautiful." He eases in just a little and your head falls back, eyes closing. He pushes forward, inch by inch, stretching you open at a painfully slow pace. He lets out a deep hum as he bottoms out, letting your legs fall around him as he takes hold of your hips. You moan his name when he adjusts and it causes him to twitch inside of you.

"Look at you," he continues, pulling out until just the tip remains before pushing back in. "You were made for me." He repeats the action, this time a little harder than before. The third push draws out a louder moan from you, your legs tightening around him, your hands reaching for his, gripping at his wrists as he holds you steady. "Ang aking munting manika."

You never know what he's saying when he uses those words, but they make you shiver. You can hear the love drip from each syllable, the sweet tone of his voice letting you know they're kind words of endearment. He's looking down at you as if you're his everything, like he never wants to let you go and you don't want him to. You feel his hands tighten their grip on you as his hips snap into you with enough force it makes the bed creak beneath. Another particularly hard thrust has you reaching behind to the headboard. You don't know if you're holding it to pull away from him or to push yourself closer, but you can't let it go.

You manage to look at him again, at his face while he ruins you. His hair is disheveled more than usual, sweat dripping from his bangs. His skin is flushed, his freckles darkened, and you swear there's a slight glow to him under the florescent light. He could rival Apollo without even trying, your own Greek god in your bed.

"Don't look at me like that," he groans, his eyes catching yours. He's panting above you, muscles flexing as he thrusts in and out of you. "You look at me like that and I'll -" His voice breaks, choking back a moan as you tighten on him. He chuckles breathlessly, raising a brow. "You want me to?" It's a question that's not really needed as you move to grab his shoulders, forcing him to lean over you. Your lips capture his, swallowing a moan that manages to slip past him. You're greedy for it, hunger coiling in the pit of your stomach. You're close, so close.

"Baby, you need to say something," he says, breaking the kiss. You can feel him twitching, shuddering, shivering. He's close, too.

"Please," you choke out through a gasp, grabbing the back of his neck as your foreheads touch. "Please." It's like a mantra you repeat over and over as his pace quickens. Closer. Closer.

"Fuck!" He pushes deep inside of you one last time, holding you there against him as he grinds his hips into yours. The heat that had been suffocating you releases, spilling over on to him. His teeth grazes your neck as he gently nips, staying against you as you both down from the high. You can feel his heartbeat thumping loudly in his chest, a mirror to your own. It soothes you, calms you, bringing your hazy mind back into focus. You gently cup his cheek, making him look at you. A goofy grin stretches his features and you can't help but giggle.

"If I knew any better, doll, I'd say I married a minx," he teases, kissing your nose. You hum, exhaustion starting to take over.

"If I knew any better," you whisper, "I'd say I married a god."

"A god?" His hand comes to rest against your forehead. "I know my skills are near perfection, but I think I might've knocked a screw loose." Giggling once more, you lazily wrap your arms around him as he pulls out, settling down next to you on the bed. He drapes an arm around you, your legs becoming entangled. This was your favorite part. The moments when it's just you and him, basking in the after effects of passion, enjoying each other's presence. You never wanted to leave.

"Tired?" he asks, feeling you yawn against his chest. You give a weak nod, your eyes already closed shut. He chuckles, pulling the blanket over you. "Go ahead and sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

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Xyx and nightowl finding their so is trying to learn their native language secretly? Please and thank you ♥️

Nightowl leans against the doorframe outside your room. It's become a near nightly ritual for him -- not that you've ever become aware of it. The ding of the duolingo app and your resulting small "yes!" in the room nearly make him burst out laughing.

So fucking cute.

He listens as you continue through the exercises, getting each and every question right. He can tell your pronunciation is getting better. Your little cheers get more and more excited as you progress through the lesson -- Nightowl is tempted for half a second to peek in just to see your expression.

He chuckles quietly to himself and eventually leans away. You're too good for him.

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Xyx swings open the door to the back patio of his parents and you pause, midsentence. His mother, next to you, clears her throat and smiles at her son. "Need something?"

He frowns, glancing between the two of you. "Nooooooo... but what's going on...?"

Your eyes widen, but his mom is cool as can be. "We were just talking about some embarrassing stories of you."

"Were you now?"

He glances at you and you quickly nod. "Y-yeah! You're, uh, really stupid."

He barks out a laugh. "Fuck you. I've always been brilliant."

He lets himself be shooed away, but leans back against the door when it clicks shut.

"Whew. Alright. Ready to try again?" he hears his mom ask.

"Yes, please," you respond. And, indeed, you try to say a Tagalog phrase again.

He shakes his head with a grin and a blush. Please. As if he doesn't know.

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i keep forgetting that i have tumblr lmao

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some xyx fluff inspired by the song Come Here by Sabrina Claudio

"Whatcha lookin' at, doll?"

His voice was smooth, like velvet draped across your skin as he approached you from behind. His hands rested on your shoulder and you leaned back into him, eyes closing to just feel his presence.

"Just enjoying the view. What about you?" Your eyes gaze up at him and a gasp slips between your lips. He's staring down at you, pools of emerald alight with such adoration it makes your head spin. The corners of his lips tug into a small grin.

"I could say the same," he mumbles, dipping down to kiss you softly. It's more like a peck but it's enough to draw the air from your lungs, replacing it with his own. You're drowning in him but you dare not resist the current that's pulling you under. You want to be engulfed by him, to submit yourself to him. For the first time in your life, you felt absolutely safe in someone else's hands and that brought a great comfort to you.

You hum quietly as a hand leaves your shoulder to trail down your arm, his fingers ghosting over your skin. Goosebumps are left behind, the skin hot from his burning touch. God, this man had such a hold on you. A simple look, a smile, a tease and you were putty in his hands. The worse part of it all was that he knew. He knew the affect he had on you and he loved it.

"Feelin' relaxed, doll?" he asks, standing upright as you fall further back into him. Your eyes are closed again and you give another hum in response. He chuckles gently, the vibrations from his chest echoing through your body. You shudder and look up at him. "God, your gorgeous."

You wonder what he sees, what thoughts go through his mind when he looks at you. You wonder if you have this same affect on him as he has on you. Do you make his brain short-circuit when you do a simple house chore? Do you make his tongue stutter when you simply pick up an item? Because that's what he does to you. A little flex of his arms, bare from any fabric, and you're flushed red.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear Cat meow.

"I think it's feeding time," you say, but your body refuses to move. He's so warm that you feel glued to him.

"I'll take care of the little freeloader. You stay right here, love," he replies, kissing your forehead and stepping away. Immediately, you feel yourself craving his missing touch. Your body almost follows him, shifting your balance to nearly falling off the love seat you're situated on.

You were hopelessly in love. So much so, that others would feel nauseous with the amount of love stirring inside of you. Some would even feel scared, frightened by the overwhelming emotion that bubbled and gnawed within your heart. You didn't mind, knowing your love was being taken care of.

You hear the rustle of a bag, followed by the sounds of little pieces of kibble falling into a plastic bowl. Cat meows her thanks and begins to eat, her small purrs showing her happiness. You grow excited hearing his footsteps return to you, your arms opening to signal your need. He chuckles and kneels down onto the seat next to you, lifting you up and placing you back down onto his lap. You eagerly get comfortable, your thighs on either side of his hips as you lean forward, your head resting on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, your favorite song.

"Comfy, are we?" he asks and you nod again him.

"Very much so."

"Good." He takes his hand and rubs slowly up and down your back. His hand is so much bigger than yours, a giddy discovery when you had first placed your hands together. You smiled against him at the memory, shoving your face further into his chest to hide your expression. He takes note and looks down at you. "What's got you so happy, hm?"

You shake your head, a little giggle escaping.

"Oh? Won't tell me, huh?" He shifts so that his hands are braced beneath your arms. "Guess I'll just have to force it out of you." Before you can take in his words, his fingers are tickling your sides. You bellow out a laughter at the attack, trying desperately to get away.

"N-No!" you giggle breathlessly, straightening up to playfully bat away his hands. He takes this oppurtunity to grab you again, this time his hands cupping your face as he rises to meet you halfway. A searing hot kiss takes what little air you had left as you fall into him again.

Lips locked in a passionate dance, you feel a heat rising within. Your hands grip his shoulders as you try and close the gap that's left between your bodies. A minute passes and your pull back, just barely, to catch your breath. Your foreheads touch and he's panting just as heavily as you are.

"Look what you do to me, doll," he mumbles, holding your still by your waist, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. You feel the same, hands still on his shoulders, your nails decorating crescent moons on his skin.

"I could say the same to you," you whisper. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Who knew I'd fall so helplessly in love with such an amazing person." Your heart throbs at his words, speaking the very same thoughts as you.

"Who knew I'd fall so helplessly in love with such a smooth talker," you joke lightheartedly, earning another breathy laugh, one that makes your body buzz.

"I think that's the other way around, doll," he states, finally looking up at you. "Just a single word from you and I'm at your beck and call, you know." He leans in to give you a gentle kiss. "You're too much for me and yet…not enough. I need more, crave more."

"Xander…" You pull him closer, trying to tell him that you feel the same, but words fail you. It's as if he's reached inside you and pulled them out, stealing them to give back to you.

"I love the way you say my name," he comments. "You say it like it's the very thing that sustains you. Say it again."

"Xander," you repeat. You feel him shudder against you, a curse slipping through his lips, under his breath. You yelp as he lifts you off the love seat, his arms bracing underneath you to support your weight. It's an effortless motion, almost as if you weigh nothing to him. As he stands, you press a kiss to his neck. The gasp he makes is loud in your ears.

"You are getting into dangerous territory, love," he growls. You hold tighter as he walks you both to the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. With a smirk, he crawls over you, hands braced on either side of your head, trapping you inside. "Now…indulge me, would ya?"

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SAAAAAAMEEE

*especially xyx; man has my heart in such a strong grip*

Me: I will not simp for fictional characters

These mfs:

Me: .....fuck

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[id: a light brown userbox with a soft brown border and soft brown text that reads “this user adores xyx.” on the left is an image of xyx from blooming panic. /end id]

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happy birthday xyx!!! <3

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yup! here so you don't forget it til your grave!! bloomic xyx and the song Courtside by Tim Atlas !!!!

Tysm!!!! Luckily i did not forget,,,, but i did have work hella this week so this is a little late 😭 but I've got the song on rn and 👀👀 here's what im thinking

So, xyx, not big on love, as we've learned, and if we go based off his route, boy does he fall HARD

Man is literally fighting his inner demons trying to deny feelings,, and you/reader is just like, oblivious cause there's a LOT goin on. You've got work, the server zine, random events here and there, but you /always/ make time to indulge xyx in video calls

He tries to learn about you in subtle ways, which he's very good at, lawyer and all, and you're not used to telling someone so much about yourself, and you're certainly not used to them being so interested in what you've got to say

And for this we will say that bloombot accidentally let some personal information slip past her filters, and it turns out, you/reader and xyx live in the same area

But rather than outright tell you how to meet up with him, xyx makes a bet

Who can find the other first? You've seen each other's faces, you've heard each other's voices, you know what his job is, and he knows some about yours as well

And you/reader take the bet, the cost of losing is one fancy dinner, and a chance to meet Cat

So, in your free time, you get out of the house,,you try looking up nearby law firms, and try to look at their staff pages, you look at those billboards that advertise help for accidents and other unfortunate events

Meanwhile, xyx does what he does best, he hits the books. He's researching the information on your vague company, easily finding the one that you mentioned a while ago over a vc

He goes through all the departments, taking time to make sure that there isnt any nonsense with the higher ups. He wants to know if this company that makes you work the longest hours is actually a good company and not some shithouse place yk

So then, when he finds you, he has to stop and question if he really wants to see this through, but he has been so over his head about you, like he has had dreams about you, he will get random thoughts while he is working about you, wondering how your day is going, wondering if you're working just as hard to find you as he is

So he works up the courage to go into your work, dressed in casual clothes, coffee in hand

And he greets you with the usual cheeky greeting of "hello little troll" and you're like ?! Who is speaking from behind my tall as stack of papers that i need to do, wait i know that voice,, xyx what the fuck why are you at my work, is thst coffee ???

And he would do that little smile that he gets and be all like, "guess who owes me dinner"

And ofc at the dinner it's pretty nice, and you guys are having a grand time, its hard to be awkard when xyx is just so smooth and charming

And a little ways through the dinner you guys get some drinks to go along with it, and like no one gets drunk or anything, just like i dunno a little tispy/buzzed and you/reader is just babbling about work and your interests and xyx is sitting there like ohmygodimactuallyinlove

And all he can think about is wanting to wake up with you each morning, by his side

And yeah,,, thats what i would write with xyx+courtside jdjeke i didnt wanna go on and on cause i def could omg

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My first xyx x reader (AFAB) smut *NSFW* - very short and simple, but I hope you all like it

Your back arched as he chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through to your core. Your fists were white gripping the sheets beneath you, your head thrown back into the pillows.

Your thighs were trembling and threatening to close around his head. He simply continued, his large, calloused hands holding your hips as he worked, his tongue singing praise against you. He had been settled between your legs for over an hour now, chin dripping with your pleasure and no plans for stopping in sight.

With a flick of his tongue, your hand reached for his, gripping tightly with another moan of his name. Pausing for a brief second, chartreuse eyes gazed up at you from under thick lashes. You swore you could melt under those pools of emerald, drown in them as he carried you under and surrounded you. He smirked and you groaned, "Xyx, baby, please."

"Begging now, are we doll?" he asked, placing a tender kiss to your inner thigh. "Never knew you were the type to be so submissive."

Dignity gone and left behind in the puddle that was now your mind, you begged again, a silent scream passing your lips afterward as he dipped his head back down. Another plead and his lips wrapped around your clit, hallowing his cheeks as he sucked. Despite the hold on you, your thighs jerked as you came again, black invading your vision. You could feel yourself slipping into a void of blissful peace, content with yourself fall.

Watching your body go limp, he finally released you, crawling up your body, leaving trails of kisses in his wake until he reached your neck. His lips brushed against your ear, his voice hot as he breathed, "Don't go passing out on me now, love. Our fun has only just begun."

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An Interrupted Morning

Pairing: Xyx/Reader Word Count: 837 words

AN: Recently replayed the game again and i JUST….. Xyx is the LOVE of my life. This man fits my type so well that its painful. Not to mention the fact I recently found out he’s a SCORPIO like… I knew it, I just knew it

You have an album entirely dedicated to candid pictures of Xyx.

You have a list of favorites, of course, the one you got of him shirtless (a small scar on his side from some adrenaline-fueled incident shown off), the one where Cat was comfortably curled up on his head while he slept (that one had required flash but the previous day had been so busy he was out like a light). There was even one where you’d captured him looking sort of sentimental, an easy-going smile on his face as he looked at his phone though he refused to tell you what he was looking at (you figured out it was some old messages you had exchanged as you were boarding the plane to come see him for the very first time).

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ In Love And War

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Hello Lovely~ : ̗̀➛

Synopsis: Xyx can’t help the terrible crush he has on you, it demands to be heard, to be seen, and seems intent on embarrassing him at every turn. He isn’t sure if it’s better, or worse, that the two of you are already dating. 

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Xyx x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: No warnings needed.

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Happy 2k Bloomini discord community, have this incredibly self-indulgent offering in this time of celebration. Xyx deserves all the love, and I believe I have thoroughly doted on him in this little fic. Have a great rest of your day or night, and thank you for reading. 

Yours Faithfully, Viktor.          

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Xyx x Reader (doting xyx)

You scoffed at something Xyx said, a heat spreading across your face as you turned away, hiding from his prying eyes. “Aww, don’t be like that, doll,” he cooed from next to you, “You know you love it when I tease you. Why even try to hide it?” You could hear the smirk on his stupid perfect lips, and you wanted to smack it off.

“You’re actually insufferable, you know that?” You still refused to look at him, your own stubbornness getting the best of you. Xyx sighed behind you and you felt his warm hands grab at your hips. You shivered as he pulled you back against him, unconsciously leaning your head back a bit to lean it on his shoulder. You looked up at him, finally, trying not to smile at the funny upside-down view.

“Your big words have no effect on me, foul sorcerer. I’m not afraid of you.”

“That’s your first mistake; you should be very afraid.” You grinned up at him and closed your eyes in reflex when he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You giggle and shake your head, unable to stay annoyed with him even if you’re just pretending. Before you know it, the kisses travel down, until he’s leaning to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you’re covered in goosebumps. “Xyx,” your low voice warns. He just purrs out your name in response and plants a kiss on your shoulder.

You stay like that for a moment more before pulling away from the tall man. “Okay, okay, fine, you win.” You turn around to look at him and he’s just leaning against the counter, looking smug as ever. He’s silent, looking you up and down as if studying you. “What?”

Your question seems to draw his attention back up to your face. “You just look so perfect.” The sudden seriousness and affection catch you off-guard. A dark blush returns to your face, and Xyx looks quite pleased with himself. He extends a hand toward you and you take it without thinking. He pulls. You stumble into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and musk. It’s an instant comfort, and any lingering annoyance you had at his antics instantly fades away. You return the gesture and wrap your arms around his torso.

Xyx gives the best hugs. He always hugs you like he’s about to fly home. Thankfully, you no longer have to actually have those goodbye hugs. Those days were… hard, to say the least. Xyx couldn’t visit for long, so he made up for it by trying to fit as many activities into your visits as possible, which left you feeling unbelievably bored when he left. Admittedly, that feeling is probably why the two of you moved in together so soon.

The only thing that had kept you two from moving in within the year of dating was the immigration paperwork. Unsurprisingly, having a lawyer boyfriend ended up speeding up the process a bit. You ended up moving in with him, abandoning your horrible job after years of torture, and finding an admittedly much more enjoyable one in the city. Now, the two of you live together in Xyx’s apartment, and he still can’t get enough of you.

“Doll? Are you okay?” You realize you still haven’t let go of your boyfriend, and he’s been trying to get your attention. Oops.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just thinking.” You pull away from him only a bit, looking up at him.

He smiles gently and pets your hair. “Let me run a bath for you, you had a long day at work.” He kisses your forehead and then walks off, leaving you swooning internally in the kitchen. As annoying as he could be, Xyx was always very caring and went out of his way for you. Cat rubs up against your leg and you lean down to scratch behind their ear before going to shed your work clothes and items.

Once you’ve put everything away and hung your jacket up you follow the sound of running water to the bathroom. The lights are off except for a few candles that he’s lit, he’s pouring bubbles into the water, and your favorite book sits on the counter next to the sink. Your heart swells in your chest as you watch and you slide up behind him once he stands. You stretch up to kiss his shoulder and see a faint blush spread across his face. “Well, aren’t you romantic? What did I do to deserve such treatment?” You’re teasing him, but deep down you know you love it.

He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, and turns to look at you. “Well, I figure a bath will give Toast and I enough time to do a raid. Yanno, get you off my back for a while.” You flick him in the arm and he laughs, putting his hands up defensively. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Do I need a reason to pamper you?”

“You’re probably just trying to get me out of these clothes,” you joke, wiggling your eyebrows at him. He laughed, warm and full, and shook his head at you fondly.

“If that was my goal, we would’ve been there by now. People simply can’t resist my charisma and dashing good looks.” Xyx turned around to turn the water off and then stepped to the side, motioning his hand to present the now full tub. “It’s all yours, doll.”

You stretch up and cup his face, kissing him urgently. It’s times like this when you remember why you fell for Xyx in the first place. He drives you absolutely crazy in every way. “I love you,” you purr when you finally pull away.

He kisses you one last time. “I love you, too. Now, get in the bath I lovingly made for you before it gets cold.” You giggle but oblige, pushing him out of the bathroom, knowing Toast was likely waiting to do a raid.

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― tattoo'd my name where?!

Characters; nakedtoaster, quest, nightowl, xyx.

Warnings; fem!reader, smut, Manhandling, mentions of orgasms, overstimulation, Doggy style, breastplay/sucking, thigh spanking, morning sex, cunnalingus. Degrading names "whore" and "slut" in xyx's scenario. (Favoritism towards xyx and toast)

·  · ·  · ✦ you get they're name tattoo'd on different parts of your body, and it leaves them in a Frenzy ✦( @extrakuli )

TOAST doesn't actually notice the tattoo immediately, only because it's in a spot that's hidden. They actually manage to see it one morning when they call you to come and look at a new game trailer on they're computer.

Your still in your pajamas around that time, and you'd only woken up around about 2 hours ago, at least. They've already taken up the chair at they're desk, so you manage to make it work by leaning over his desk while standing next to them. Your so completely focused on the 5-minute gameplay trailer you don't feel your small shirt conveniently roll up a bit, giving toast the opportunity to see it.

They're name stained on the skin of your Lower back in the form of thick black ink, the letters are designed in a sort of bubble font.

"[Name] is that what i think it is...??"

Maybe if you'd told him sooner they'd already be over the initial shock by now. But then again if you would've told them earlier than you would have ended up missing out on being fucked against his dresser.

It's going on at least 20 minutes at most, yet he still hasn't stopped himself from fucking you; his long and slender cock pumping so deeply inside your warm cunt, you can feel each thrust of it, rubbing against your wet and velvety tight walls. You don't know how a mere tattoo was able to rile up your usually stoic boyfriend but fuck, if this is how he reacts to you having one then you just might go back and get a few more just in case.

a thin sheen of sweat decorating his forehead as he keeps his concentrated attention on nothing but his name that's permanently plastered on the lower back of your body, almost where your ass is.

You did this on purpose!

You know that everytime you and toast decided to get intimate, any time he feels he's in the mood to feel your tight cunny cum and spasm around his dick he'll always, always throw you into a doggy position where naturally your back and ass is most visible.

"Fuck, [name]. if you wanted the attention, all you needed to do was ask."

QUEST is one of the most attentive out of the four of them. So, he notices the tattoo almost immediately. it happens when he allegedly decides to plan a warm and romantic date at a fancy restaurant you've almost never heard of.

you'd made a conclusion that the most appropriate outfit for a date would be a dress, not giving much attention to how it exposed your dark blue tattoo that sat just above your chest.

Once quest had seen you, he gave you the usual cheesy compliments he always did. but a sudden silence followed afterwards, which confused you. it wasn't until you followed his stare that you suddenly realized what he was starting at. Your tattoo of his name sitting so pretty right where your tits were.

The events that follow afterwards are completely unexpected, especially for his gentlemanly character. The way the part of the dress that covers your chest is pushed down and your tits are freely revealed for him to see the full tattoo in all it's hypnotic glory.

His hands palming at your chest as he stared at your tattoo is pure awe. He'd never even considered you'd do something so daring. you couldn't help the soft gasps and occasional whines that left your lips whenever he'd grind his large hands against your hardened nipples.

"You like it?" you asked, in a meek voice.

You get your answer when you find yourself sitting on the kitchen's countertop, while your boyfriend sucks on one of your pretty tits, roughly. his strong hand squeezing and massaging at the other one. no matter how large or small your breasts are his hands will somehow always manage to get a good grip on them. "So pretty, yet always up to something mischievous, yeah?"

You whine his name in response to his words while trying to get his attention off the tattoo, so he'll focus more on pleasing you. All he could do is let out a warm and loving chuckle at your behaviour, well that and give you what you want.

NIGHTOWL is left in a state of absolute shock when you show him your brand new tattoo of his name on your lower abdomen. The tattoo itself doesn't shock him, but rather the placement of the tattoo.

"Fuck, no way. [name] ... you didn't!" he speaks, kneeling down to get a closer look at the inky word on your pretty skin. "i did!" you giggled, proudly. "I'm guess from the smile on your face, you like it?" you teased, placing your hand on his head, lightly tangling your fingers in his golden locks. "i love it."

He knew that you already believed him when he said he absolutely loved the new tattoo, but he needed to prove that he absolutely loved the new decision.

before you knew it, you found your boyfriend between your legs; licking and sucking at your clit like a starved man who'd hadn't eaten in days, his tongue massaging your labia and rubbing against your hole, addictively.

All you could do was keep your shaky hands in his golden locks and hope he'd get over the new skin adjustments sometime soon today.

"night, fuck― you have a class that starts in 12 minutes, you can't― mm! fuck fuck!" Your unable to suppress the whiny moaning that forces it's way from your throat when you feel his slender tongue push into your hole deeply, pushing you to a orgasm immediately.

With a angelic yet mischievous grin, he removes tongue from your spasming cunt. "I'll tell my professor that I'm taking a sick day." is all he explained before pushing his tongue back in to continue worshipping your new tattoo.

XYX, second to toast, doesn't notices the tattoo as quickly as Quest or Night does. He doesn't notice until you finish taking your shower.

Coming upon realization that you had forgot to grab a bra, you open the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. a towel that barely covers anything.

"Xyx, could you grab my bra from the room?" You call from the bathroom, hoping that despite wherever he was in the house right now, he'd still help you.

Only 20 seconds pass before Xyx comes to you, handing you the missing piece of clothes you need. "Thanks, love." You hummed before attempting to close the door. Your attempt being interrupted when Xyx stops the door with his hands. "Love?" you asked, confused.

"Wait, Wait, fuck. What is that?" Xyx asked, pushing his way into the bathroom, uninvited. "is that a tattoo of my name?" you can hear the unbearably habitual arrogance in his voice. He'd finally managed to notice the tattoo of his name that's been placed on your left thigh.

You could feel a sense of panic stir in your stomach when he brought it up, you could only stand there, silently. When you refused to confirm nor deny if it was his name, he took it upon himself to see.

You felt a sudden warmth when your boyfriend got close, really fucking close. His hand pushing your towel up, ignoring your words of protests. "Fuck. your telling me that you got a tattoo of my name and didn't tell or show me?" Xyx asked, massaging the skin that the tattoo was placed on.

with Xyx's reaction to the new tattoo, it was almost inevitable that he'd persuade you into dropping the towel. Which he did successfully, not only managing to do so but managing to bend you over the sink and stuff you full of his large and girthy cock.

"Good girl, Good fuckin' girl." He groaned, sliding his length so deeply inside of your gummy walls, he swore he could get lost in them. "is that why you got this tattoo? cause you knew that once i saw it, I'd fuck you like the whore you are?" he muttered in your ear, more focused on the feeling your cunt walls smothering him, relentlessly.

"if you were so bent on― fuck, branding yourself, you should've added 'slut' at the end of the tattoo. since that's what you've― mm! ―been acting like lately."

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First kiss

Blooming panic love interest unknowingly stealing your first kiss

Gender-neutral

It was your first night with Nightowl, you got off the plane just 2 hours ago and just arrived in his apartment mere minutes ago.

“And this is my room, get comfy, mi casa su casa, go ahead and wait on the bed I'll be back.”

He tried to rush off but froze when you spoke.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

He smiles at you while sort of bouncing up and down.

“Restroom, been holding it in since you got here.”

“You weirdo, go! Go!”

He rushes off and you take this time to look around, you'd seen part of his room before but now you were here, it all was so real. You didn't want to snoop around so you just got on the bed, sitting crisscrossed to not take up as much space. You checked your phone, sent a photo to the server, it blew up with excitement for the two of you, but your attention was stolen by the sound of running. You look up and watch as Nightowl runs into the room and onto the bed. His arms land on either side of you and you're surprised his face didn't crash into yours.

“Hi!!”

“You have a lot of energy?”

“I'm surprised you noticed. I'm just so happy and excited you're here!”

He grabs your hands and holds them.

“Like you're really here, I'm touching you... I can kiss you!!! I can kiss your forehead!”

He kisses your forehead.

“Your cheeks!”

He does so.

“Your perfect nose!”

He kisses your nose then goes quiet. Your eyes lock as he lowers his face a little.

“Your lips.”

He leans in slowly before kissing you, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the kiss. He smiles against your lips before pulling away. When he opens his eyes he sees your shocked face, he gives you space, watching as your hand slowly traces your lips.

“That was my first kiss.”

You say softly not expecting Nightowl to freak out.

“What?!? Me-I-reall-”

You tried your best to catch him as he fell off his bed.

“OUCH!”

You lean over the bed to look at him and help him up. Once you are both on the bed he starts again.

“Were you serious, or were you teasing me, cause it worked pretty well if that’s the case.”

Nightowl rubs the back of his head, trying to ease the pain as he awkwardly chuckles.

“I was being serious.”

You whisper.

“But what about your past partners?”

“They never wanted to... at least that's what I concluded.”

“Well your wrong, cause there's no way a person would be able to date you without the need to kiss you.”

“Need?”

“Yes need, you’re just, your so cute, and understanding and sweet and-”

“I get it.”

“I don't think you do cutie!”

You had spent the past few days with Quest. It was great, you went on dates and he spoiled you so much, he never stopped complimenting you. You were so happy to be in person with him, to be able to touch him, hold his hand but you weren't sure he felt the same. He didn't avoid or retreat when you tried to touch him but he never initiated it. You wondered if he was uncomfortable or just didn't like your image but both answers felt wrong, so you decided the best way to figure it out was to talk to him.

You walk through the door to Quest home, he walks in right behind you. He's quick to take his jacket off and hang it up before he moves to takes your’s. He's done this every time you walk inside somewhere, he says it's an important part of being a gentleman and a good boyfriend. While he works on that you bring up the lack of touch.

“Um, Quest?”

“Yes Angel?”

“Why do you never touch me, like hold my hand and stuff?”

“I do.”

“Well yeah, but why don't you ever start it?”

You turned to face him as he sighs.

“I didn't think you'd catch on so fast.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable? Or do you not like the way I look? I know I probably look different then what I looked like on the camera but I-”

“It’s nothing like that angel. You're perfect to me. It's more about me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into anything. I know my stature isn't the most …inviting. So I want to make sure you're always comfortable, allowing you to take the lead.”

You step closer taking his hand.

“I'm always comfortable around you. I want you to feel like you can do what you want.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Your face heats up.

“Then do it.”

He wraps his arm around your hips pulling you closer as he leans in, he can feel your breathing pattern change.

“I don't have to, if y-”

You cut him off with your lips , not patient enough to wait. He quickly stops talking and starts kissing you, properly. The kiss starts desperate but slowly decreases to a slow passionate kiss, you don't break apart till the kiss is so slow it can't be considered a kiss. When you do pull away you chuckle.

“That was pretty good for a first kiss.”

“First kiss?”

You can see the questioning look on Quests face.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. I hope it's ok.”

You let your head fall, avoid eye contact with Quest. But when you finish your sentence you feel a large hand on your chin, you allow him to lift your head, your eyes meet his again.

“It's perfectly fine. I'm proud to be your first kiss. And second.”

He leans into you, kissing you again.

You and Toaster had planned the whole week before you fell over, they tried to clear their schedule as much as possible, but he still had one meeting he couldn't skip, or bring you. It took place the second day, so you had settled in a little, but you were still impatient and uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. You watched the clock as you waited, he was supposed to be back an hour ago, you were a little worried. Your worries rushed away when you heard the keys in the door, you reacted quickly as you got up to greet him. When the door opened, Toaster walked in , his face barely visible through the bags of grocery he was carrying. You tried to help but when you tried they stopped you with a kiss, like it was normal, like a couples routine.

“I've got it, just- close the door for me.”

You silently did as you were asked, too shocked to respond. You slowly walk over to the kitchen where Toaster is putting stuff away, you start to help. Toaster felt a little guilty for being out a little longer than planned, so they try to explain.

“I felt bad about last night, I normally eat take out - I know it’s not great but- uh anyways I got groceries so we don't have to eat take out the whole time you're here.”

You stay silent, causing Toaster to question if you were listening. He looks at you, watching as you slowly remove items from a bag.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Oh -oh yeah, just- y'know…”

“No sweetie, I don't.”

“Well you just took my first kiss.”

“Oh, I guess you're right- I didn't realize we hadn’t kissed yet, it just felt natural- wait your first?”

“Yeah.”

You mutter nervously, watching as your partner’s face goes from light pink to bright red.

“What?! I'm so sorry, I should have, ugh”

You laugh at how flustered he got, watching as he drops and catches the items he was putting away.

“Why are you laughing?! You- ugg”

They take a deep breath trying to gain composure, but their face stays red as he speaks slightly calmer.

“This isn't funny, I wish I'd known, I would have tried hard or made it more-i don't know - romantic”

You moved close to him, lightly taking their hand in yours.

“It was romantic, you said it was natural, it was like we were living together. I loved it”

Your voice is low, Toaster barely picks it up but when he does his face gets even brighter.

Almost every time you were on video with Xyx he would say something about your lips, and when you bought a ticket to visit him it only got worse. He would always say how he couldn't wait to kiss you, how he bet your lips tasted delicious. Most memorable was the night before you were scheduled to fly over.

“Less than 24 hours till those lips are mine.”

He teases for the millionth time this month.

“My lips are already yours.”

You weren't trying to tease him but your sentence made him blush and choke up, you loved those few moments when you were able to fluster him, you wonder if it would look cuter in person. You also wondered if you should tell him it would be your first kiss. You were a little nervous about it, you wanted him to be your first kiss but you felt a little wrong not telling him. Though you felt that as soon as he learned you were not as experienced as him, he wouldn't want you anymore.

The day came, you dragged your suitcase behind you as you walked to the pick-up area, looking for Xyx. You spotted him, it was hard to miss as he was speed walking toward you with a grin on his lips. He was quick and yet still soft, one arm wrapping around you and resting on your lower back, his other hand moved to hold the back of your head, and before you knew it he was kissing you. His hands gripped a little tighter as he practically dipped you while your lips stayed interlocked. It was clear how much he had wanted this, you're sure the people around you knew it too, especially when a few bystanders wooed at you too. When Xyx’s had enough, of the wooing, not the kiss, he pulls away, that grin back on his lips, as he looks over your flustered state.

“You good doll?”

His teasing voice whispers, a small chuckle follows his question, knowing that you were not good. He laughed even hard when your eyes widened and stayed silent.

“God, you- you look like you've never been kissed.”

He laughs waiting for a response, and eggs you on when you don't answer.

“Oh, is my poor doll too flustered to talk?”

“I haven't.”

His laughing dies down a little.

“I'm sorry what, I need you to speak a little louder.”

“I haven't been kissed before.”

He laughs a little before leaning into your ear and whispering.

“That's even better.”

He takes a side glance at your fluster, worried face before speaking again his tone a little less teasing.

“Don't be embarrassed, I'm a great teacher.”

He pulls away as you freak out a little more.

“Wait- what? What is that supposed to mean?”

He grabs your luggage and starts to walk away, you try to catch up to him while also trying to get an answer from him.

“Xyx!”

You whine still far behind him.

“Hurry up, the longer you take the more the taxi cost.”

“Taxi? What about your bike?”

“Well with all this stuff you bought I couldn't use it. I mean really how much of this is necessary?”

“I'm staying for two weeks!”

“And? I have a washer y’know?”

The two of you fake bicker all the way to the taxi. But when you get in the taxi it stops as Xyx kisses you as soon as you sit down.

“Lesson one, kissing in front of a crowd is kind of lame.”

“You kissed me in a crowd.”

“Yeah but I’m not lame so it cancels out.”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Late Night Lovers (sfw)

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Hello Lovely~ : ̗̀➛ 

Synopsis: Little things you did, half asleep in the middle of the night, that they can’t quite forget. 

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Nightowl, Quest, Xyx, NakedToaster x Gn!Reader

 ̗̀➛ Content Warnings: No warnings needed.

̗̀➛  Additionally notes: Happy birthday to the sweetest puppy this side of e-dating, I’ll give him a dedicated post soon, but please enjoy this offering until then. 

Yours Faithfully, Viktor.

                                      … 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 …

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Not a real hospital but mc coming home to find nightowl dressed in a sexy nurse costume gfjekdbgj

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The door clicks shut behind you, and you can't help leaning against it with a sigh. Your bag falls to the floor -- something tumbles out to the tile. You don't know what. Sounded metallic.

When you close your eyes, work presentations and vendor meetings cloud every edge of your thoughts. So much to do... where the hell were you going to find time for it all? It's all due by Friday and -- fuck, what day is it? Tuesday?

You rub your eyes and sigh again. Maybe you need to work late again. Just this once.

"Cutie?"

"Here!" You respond, not making any move to open your eyes or shift from the door. You hear that familiar shuffle of your partner's feet from around the corner. They stop right in front of you.

"I thought I heard you come in."

You grunt in response and he laughs -- you can't help but grin reflexively at the sound.

"Long day again?"

"Probably about to be even longer."

"Aw."

He wraps you in a hug and you let yourself fall into it. Your arms wrap around him as he rubs your back gently, planting a small kiss on your head. He doesn't say anything, just hums something as he holds you and gently sways you back and forth. It's something like a ritual he likes to do when you're stressed. A soft, dancey little rite.

You shift to bury your face into his shoulder and frown. "Your shirt is so not soft. What is this?"

Your hands roam over his back some more as he laughs. It's... tight? Is that a zipper? What in the-

You pull back and finally open your eyes. Before you is your blushy partner.....

.... in a skimpy nurse outfit. Thigh highs and all.

You gasp and immediately choke on your spit. Of course.

"Whoa, w-whoa! You alright?" Nightowl watches you, lightly concerned but wildly entertained as you hack and cough and try to hide your equally blushy face from him.

"I'm -- gah -- fine, holy shit," you manage. You shake your head as your throat clears but keep your hands over your face as you stare him down, wide-eyed. "What the heck is this?"

He giggles and pulls you close for a forehead kiss. "Um. This is my work uniform? You walked into a hospital, don't you know?"

You can't help but laugh and he laughs with you. The stress you felt just moments ago already feels like a distant memory as you wrap your arms around him again and give him a kiss.

"I'm sorry, nurse, my mistake. I've been badly injured, you see."

"Oh no!" He gasps. "Let's have a look then, hm?" He gives you a soft kiss and whispers, "A really close look."

You blush again and nod with a giggle, taking his hand to following him down the hall and leaving your bag at the door.