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[skibasyndrome]

71. prompt and some praise & edging? 👀💚

Hiiii!!! Using my train ride """effectively""" by writing fic hehehe. Thank you so much for this beautiful prompt, which was “i want you to keep going, forever” 👀 Happy birthday month, Simon, you deserve this one <3

I hope you'll enjoy! 💜💜💜

cw: nsfw

Just as Simon feels the knot in his belly tightening almost unbearably, Wille is gone again. Suddenly, without warning, all at once. And Simon is left panting, gasping, bereft.

His hands fly up, try to grasp onto something, blindly find Wille's hair. But before he can properly tug, guide Wille back, make him take Simon's cock in his mouth again, please please please please, Wille is crawling up and over Simon, meeting his mouth instead. Simon groans when their lips crash together, letting Wille swallow the deeply frustrated noise right down. Wille does so eagerly, cradling Simon's head with one hand, resting his other palm atop his heaving ribcage. He deepens the kiss, feeds Simon's own taste back to him, and Simon shudders with unchannelled arousal. He finally regains control over his limbs, tightens his grip on Wille's hair, keeps him right there, where he can't pull away, can't take this away from Simon, too. Simon faintly registers that he's making sounds, kissing Wille back with more fervor than seems feasible with how out of it he is. But he needs this, needs something, needs Wille close while he lies there, trying to cope, trying to breathe and not to sob with his release ripped right out of reach. He's aching. Has been painfully hard for as long as he's been on his back with Wille over him. The smallest touch, Wille's warm fist around him, the crook of his thigh, it wouldn't take much. And yet he's stuck here, slowly sliding back from the brink, eyes squeezed shut against the torturous phantom sensation of Wille's mouth on him. He only realizes that he's pushing up, writhing his hips, searching for friction, when Wille hooks his leg over Simon's thigh. Warm and muscular and firm and soft and deliberately staying away from where Simon wants him pressed into him. It's ridiculous, it's embarrassing, it shouldn't affect him as much, but Simon whines, then whines again, pushing against Wille's weight. "Shhh," Wille mumbles then, has the audacity to sound comforting and gentle and kind where he's working a line of kisses from Simon's cheek towards his ear, then down his neck. "I've got you...," Wille promises, works more kisses onto the side of Simon's neck, and rubs comforting circles into the skin of Simon's belly. "Let me take care of you, love when you let me take care of you..." There's pressure behind Simon's eyes, stupidly affected by the soft touch and the way Wille is so obviously avoiding Simon's cock. The way it just lies against his stomach, heavy, twitching, slick with spit. Simon doesn't feel very taken care of, not there at least. Every other body parts that's on contact with one of Wille's leaves no doubt, but the pinpricks of being denied still sting. "Please," he begs, believing and at the same time not believing that Wille understands, that Wille sees how badly Simon needs him. But Wille only nods against the side of his neck, continues to ignore Simon's neediness. So Simon cracks. His hand still feels uncoordinated when he untangled his fingers from Wille's hair and moves it down, grabbing Wille's wrist and pushing him further down.

As if it's not bad enough, as if Simon's cheeks aren't already hot, Wille lifts his head and looks down, watches Simon tug his hand into place. "Please Wille," he tries again, whining desperately, when he lays Wille's hand over his cock, watches Wille watch. Just when he thinks Wille is about to pull away again, Wille's hand twitches, then, oh god, finally wraps around his cock. Simon's sigh of relief is too loud, his grip on Wille's fair too harsh, his insides too fuzzy for him to think. But, fuck, Wille is grabbing him, holding him, nice and warm and tight, long fingers and delicious pressure. Simon keens, eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids. He tries to thrust, tries to set a rhythm to fuck himself into Wille's fist, to get some badly needed movement, but Wille's leg remains on his hip, heavy and unrelenting. A silent gasp leaves his mouth when Wille simply squeezes once. "Let me do it," Wille says, voice entirely too softly. So softly, so sweetly, that Simon simply has to agree. He blinks his eyes open again, finds Wille already looking back. When Simon gives him a nod, he gets a smile in return. Wille turns his head, looking down Simon's body, at where Simon is hard and flushed in his grip. "You feel so good in my hand," he says gently, and Simon feels a sudden rush of heat shoot to his head. He swallows hard, unable to reply. Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, Wille starts moving. His spit from earler has mostly dried off, so it's a little rough, Wille has to go slow, but Simon feels every single jerk down to his curling toes. This is... different. This is entirely different. Simon notices when Wille's movements get more shallow, concentrating his attention only to the head of Simon's cock, barely even pushing the foreskin back anymore. It knocks the breath right out of Simon's lungs. He opens his mouth, finds nothing to say, helplessly gapes at Wille while he feels a warm tide rising deep within, steady and familiar, but slower, only ever gaining the faintest bit of momentum. His limbs are liquid lead. It's like Wille is slowly reducing his movements to a minimum, his fist snug around the head of Simon's cock, but moving in the most minuscule ways.

Simon closes and opens his mouth again, stunned into almost-silence, tiny broken-off moans the only sound he's still capable of making. Through it all, Wille's gaze stays firmly trained on where he's working Simon in a way he's never done before, doing things Simon has never felt. "Love touching your cock," Wile says, so quietly that it barely registers. But Simon hears and he feels the reverence. The warm tide spills over, Simon feels it everywhere, feels it tingling in his toes and in his scalp, feels it coursing through him. He makes whimpery noise that has Wille's head snapping up towards him. "Is this-" Simon claws his fingernails into Wille's shoulder, suddenly terrified that Wille could think to stop whatever he's doing. Simon just nods wildly, feeling the liquid metal in his veins move. Luckily, it's enough. He keeps up the small movements, keeps stoking the flames in the pit of Simon 's stomach. Just when Simon sucks in a sharp gasp, just as he tenses up, Wille is gone again. But instead of falling, dropping, crashing, Simon stays afloat the sizzling current. He desperately sucks in more air, desperately scratches the skin of Wille's back, but the warmth, the fuzz, the sear of almost-there remains, has no way of draining out of him, stays where it is, hot and unbearable in a way that Simon never wants to stop feeling. "F-uck," he gasps out, eyes clenching shut against the odd feeling, against the intensity. "Fuck, Wille..." And Wille is there, he's kissing Simon again, he's leaning over him, pinning him down so nicely, even though Simon should be melting underneath him. Simon doesn't know how long he stays still like this, cock weakly twitching where it's resting on his stomach again, no part of Wille anywhere near. But after a while, Wille is back. He rubs the pads of his fingers over the wet tip of Simon's cock, slow and slick. The sensation cuts through Simon violently, feeling like not enough and too much all at once. It's everything Wille is giving him, a few fingers to the head of his cock, nothing more. "Always so nice and soft right here," Wille whispers. Simon is so sensitive. So sensitive he should want to squirm away, should be falling over the brink with another swipe of Wille's thumb. But he doesn't. He stays put, stays pinned down, feels the smooth, delicious glide of skin over sensitive skin and lies in the ripples of pleasure running through him with every move. It takes a moment for Wille's voice to cut through the fog and land in Simon's ear.

"Should I? Want me to make you come?" The question makes Simon shiver, causes a wave of heat to well up. But Simon shakes his head vehemently, clamps down on Wille's biceps, wants to keep him there, right there, where he's playing with him in a way that makes his blood run cold and hot at the same time, where Simon gets to wallow in the feeling of right before for what seems like minutes, hours. "Please," he mumbles, unfamiliar with his own voice. "Keep going..." There's a small sound, a gasp, quiet and surprised and pleased. "Yeah?" Simon can hear Wille's awe, he doesn't need to open his eyes to know he must be looking at him with those big brown eyes that drive Simon crazy. He switches up his movement, strokes right underneath the head of Simon's cock and it should be enough, the pressure is there. But Simon doesn't come, just feels thick hot arousal pumping through his veins. "Want you to keep going forever...," Simon babbles, throwing his head back against the pillow. The warming flames are licking up his chest, the column of his exposed throat. Wille slowly circles his cockhead, smooth and soft and sending a stinging, lovely sear through him that transforms into a loud groan right out of Simon's throat. Simon's toes are out over the edge, he's moments from falling. But he stays.

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[linawritesocs]

the seth ships guide!

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omg i'm really doing it!! wow!

okay so! if you don't know, i have like. four main ships with seth. bc i'm a multishipper. and bc i'm indecisive.

i used to ship him with some of my ocs at first, like hayden for example, however, now i prefer to see him with canon characters instead (though i still think seth x hayden is cute).

so, i ship him with riddle, neige, rollo and silver. some of these might seem random, but trust me, they make sense to me.

i see them as both separate ships and also like.. just seth's harem. or maybe they even have a potential as a polycule.

in this post i'll share a lot of facts and lore about these ships, why i like them, how does their relationship work, stuff like that! warning: this post is just. pure brainrot.

seth x riddle.

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how they first met:

they first met during the prologue, when seth (+ minnie and grim) arrived to nrc. riddle already knew that seth is going to cause.. a lot of trouble when he saw him, like he could just tell that from the way seth looked and acted. at first he just tried to avoid him, but when he heard seth say "woah, who's that tiny red guy over there?", he lost his patience. he already knew that this boy will just be floyd 2.0.. or so he thought. seth meanwhile just found riddle cute and a little bit weird, but wanted to learn more about him.

how did their relationship go after that:

.. yeah, they did not get along at all at first. not a day passed without riddle lecturing seth and seth annoying him. funnily enough, seth didn't even try to make seth angry, like he was just.. naturally that loud and energetic and riddle couldn't understand why. riddle also found seth not knowing how most things work really strange, like, sure, of course this guy doesn't know how magic works, but he should know that there are four seasons, right? riddle genuinely thought that seth is trying to make him mad on purpose, but seth just managed to run away from his sister, so he really didn't know much about the world.

eventually, even seth himself got tired of riddle's behavior, so at first he supported ace and tried to help other heartslabyul students convince riddle that he should stop being so strict, but he kinda gave up in the end. when riddle overblotted, others tried to ask seth for help, since again, he tried to stop riddle before, so of course he would do it this time too- anyway, seth said no. he just really couldn't see the reason why he should try and help him again. cater made a joke that if seth agrees to help, maybe riddle will fall in love with him because seth would basically save his life that way and after that seth sat there for a minute and then ran outside to see overblot!riddle. and when he saw him, his first reaction was ".. wow, he looks even more pretty like this". and then ace slapped him.

seth is not the "savior" or "unpaid therapist" kind of guy though. he's mean. and rude. and insensitive. so when he found out about riddle's mother, the whole situation sounded very familiar to him because of his sister, but he still continued to make fun of riddle's "mommy issues" throughout the whole fight, mostly to distract him, though that actually made him angrier how surprising and riddle almost killed seth in the middle of a fight because of that. but seth found the whole thing entertaining, which convinced ace that this guy is crazy.. and convinced deuce that this guy is so cool.

after the overblot, riddle found out that seth was there to help too and that riddle could've killed him, he felt guilty and tried to apologize, though it's hard and he still didn't really like seth. he asked what he could do to make it up for him, seth gave it some thought and went ".. i dunno, go on a date with me or something?". after he saw riddle's reaction, he laughed and said that just a small tea party with two of them would be fine.

when did riddle first fall in love with seth:

it was a really slow process, but eventually riddle started falling in love with seth because of the way seth sees the world. he's so curious about everything, he always wants to learn more. even riddle himself couldn't help but get excited when he saw seth running around and his eyes sparkling. he really didn't want to accept the fact that he has feelings for him though, so.. yeah, he needed some time for that it's chapter 7 and he still hasn't confessed

when did seth first fall in love with riddle:

he thought that riddle was pretty when he first met him, but he started to truly fall in love with him as they spent more and more time together. at first it was just "wow riddle-chan is really cool and smart", but it slowly started to turn into ".. w-why does my heart beat faster around him. stop i'm not falling for a nerd". he would actually try to play it cool and make it seem like riddle is the one who's more shy about it even though on the inside seth is also panicking.

who would confess first:

i want it to be riddle, but also. he would not be strong enough for that. so it would be seth. i can imagine the confession being really dramatic, because this is what both of them wanted to say and hear all this time, but i can't deny that i can also imagine seth screaming that during an argument, leaving riddle shocked and running away.

what would their first kiss be like:

it would probably take like. at least three official dates for them to finally kiss, even though seth would try so hard to make it happen earlier. i think their first kiss would happen while they're taking a walk in the heartslabyul rose garden, it's a nice evening and the sun is setting, they're laughing because of something seth said, there's no one else around and then suddenly, seth finally kisses riddle on the lips. the kiss is soft and sweet and even tastes like strawberries because of the tart they had earlier. riddle needs a moment to process all this and his face becomes completely red. they kiss again.

what are their dates like:

riddle prefers places that are more private and quiet and he doesn't want others to see him with seth, though pretty much all heartslabyul students already know about their relationship (thanks to cater). seth would rather like something more fun and even a bit crowded, but when he's with riddle, it's like.. he calms down a little. even seth finds it surprising, it's like riddle is not boring at all and he genuinely finds him interesting, so eventually he stops caring where they go on their next date. they definitely would have a lot of tea party dates, i can totally imagine seth trying to feed riddle tarts and riddle blushing and trying to stop him. also imagine them taking care of hedgehogs together!

random facts:

i just think it's cute that their ghost marriage outfits would have this "red and blue" theme :]

riddle would lose his mind after seeing seth in his halloween outfit. he would try to make seth wear something that isn't as revealing, but seth would just ignore him and go "ohhhh so you like it?". congratulations, riddle rosehearts. you have found yourself in a Situation. if you say yes, your bf will tease you nonstop and you will turn into a blushing mess. if you say no, he will make a sad face and your heart will hurt so much, you'll want to kiss his silly face so bad, but you won't because you're a tsundere and he will be sad for the rest of the day. good luck.

seth would get his own heartslabyul uniform as another gift from riddle for saving him from overblotting. riddle said that seth doesn't have to actually wear it, he just wants him to keep it, but after that seth started wearing this uniform every time he visits the heartslabyul dorm.

seth also asked riddle to do his "heartslabyul makeup" so that he could actually look like a heartslabyul student and at first riddle refused, but the thought of seth and him sharing a dorm made his face feel warmer and.. yeah, he agreed. seth got a little red heart on his cheek <3

seth has never been on a beach before. he didn't even know that sea was a real thing before. ladies, gentlemen and everyone in-between, here you can see riddle trying to stop seth from walking into the sea because this guy cannot swim. it's not something that you can learn to do when your older sister isolates you from the world for many, many years.

seth actually loves to annoy riddle on purpose mostly to distract him from his dorm leader work and also because he wants more attention from him. when seth finally says what he wants, riddle just sighs and goes "you could've told me earlier".

seth x neige.

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how they first met:

so, nrc and rsa rivalry, huh? what does seth think of it? uh.. none of your business~ i feel like by the time chapter 5 starts, he would be very tired of nrc and he would actually want to leave, so.. maybe he actually kinda would want to betray nrc students. they didn't do anything good for him anyway, so why should he try to help them? why should he root for them? why should he care? all of this is so boring and exhausting.. he still tries to have at least some fun with this whole thing, so he jokes that he will try to make their main rival fall in love with him to distract him from winning. he saw photos and videos of neige, he thought he was cute, but seth is also just so overconfident, he actually thought he could try to make a celebrity like him get a crush on him. and then seth met neige in person. and um.. what are you doing, neige, seth is the one who was supposed to compliment you and make you forget about everything, why are you the one doing this now. neige actually thought that seth is really pretty and he asked him if those purple highlights of his are natural and if his eyes really are both pink and green. he liked his style too and he even made a joke about seth looking like a more outgoing version of vil. huh?.. is it just him, or is seth blushing?.. oh, okay, seth has to go now.

how did their relationship go after that:

seth would try so hard to stay calm whenever he sees neige. he tries to act like it's not a big deal, but neige's kind words make him feel so warm and he's not sure if he likes this feeling. it's just so.. weird. he's too used to nrc students not being honest about their feelings, bottling them up, being mean to seth or just not liking him, so neige's sincerity is so.. new to him. he has to learn more about this guy. and no, he doesn't care about how many stans he has.

neige would think it's a bit strange that seth has to stay at nrc and deal with nrc students, even though seth himself isn't sure if he likes nrc. seth also doesn't have that aura of a nrc student.. at least that's what neige thinks because to him seth is like a perfect prince and doesn't have villain vibes at all <3 neige would ask him if he has ever thought of transferring and, um.. seth would just ask him a question as well. "is it, like, okay for me to do that?"

oh, nrc lost to rsa again? omg how sad.. it's not like seth cares that much actually. he thought their song was mid anyway. ivy will kill him if he says it out loud he just knows it he would try to gather some courage to ask neige out even though he knows just how many fans he has, but when neige asks him "hm? did you want to say something? :)" seth starts shaking and stuttering and tells neige to forget about it. that's so pathetic of him..

neige wouldn't just "forget about it" though and he would try to get along with seth and get to know him better, so now seth has a permission to come and visit rsa students whenever he likes. they don't really see him as a nrc student anyway just like seth doesn't see himself as one. neige tells him that if seth feels tired from everything that's going on, he can always think of rsa as his home and the blond boy almost starts crying and when neige tries to calm him down, seth goes "STOP YOU'RE ALREADY TOO NICE"

when did neige fall in love with seth:

he thought seth was interesting right when he first met him, but he started to fall deeper and deeper in love with him as he got to know him. he thought that everything that seth does is just so magical, even if seth doesn't actually have any magical abilities. his art, the outfits he makes, the way he laughs, everything about him is just so warm and he really feels like a sun to him. even if seth is not actually perfect and there are times when there are dark clouds above his head, the least neige can do is to just be there for him when that happens. when seth feels like it's raining inside his head, at least neige can offer him an umbrella.

when did seth fall in love with neige:

i was about to type that it was love at first sight, but it wasn't, since seth fell in love with him only when he actually met the boy and not when he watched videos or movies with him, saw photos of him, etc. seth is not used to people being genuinely kind to him and saying good things about him and he really was afraid of neige turning out to be a liar, but neige reassured him that he really does mean what he says and he really thinks that seth is precious and deserves to be loved and cared for. great, those words of his have just made seth get an even bigger crush on him.

who would confess first:

it would be neige because he really wants seth to know that again, he deserves to be loved and if no one is going to give him that love, then he will. he would make sure nobody sees them or hears them (even though that'd be hard to do considering neige's reputation) and not because he's scared of disappointing his fans, but because he wants to protect seth from them, since he knows that they can be a bit.. um, overwhelming. seth would end up crying in the end and neige would hold him and tell him that it's okay and he can cry as much as he wants.

what would their first kiss be like:

again, it would happen in a more quiet place and again, seth would be the one to kiss neige. as you have probably already guessed, he likes to take initiative. however, in this case seth wouldn't do it to tease him or anything, he really would try to show neige just how much he loves him and how grateful he is to him for everything. that kiss would feel a little sudden to neige, but he would still be happy and say that he was actually kind of waiting for this moment.

what are their dates like:

neige really would need a good disguise if he wants to go somewhere with seth and seth is glad to help, since he has a lot of colored contacts, different outfits and other things. some fans are still able to recognize him though and that's when they have no choice but to run away and hide somewhere and wait until those fans leave. when they finally do, the boys laugh and continue their date. their dates are always very romantic and memorable and they have this really soft and calm vibe (not counting running away and hiding from fans). also sometimes their dates can just be both of them complimenting each other and saying just how much they love each other.. and also neige unintentionally almost makes seth faint because of how cute he is.

random facts:

neige was surprised when he found out that seth's acting skills are actually really good and asked if he has any experience with theater and stuff like that. seth laughed and said that he doesn't know anything about that, he's just a member of the film studies club and that's it. neige decided not to overthink it and just thought that seth not having any experience and still being so good at it means he's just that talented.

seth really likes to rest his head on neige's lap and let him play with his hair. at first he just did it in a playful way, but eventually started to find it very comforting and sometimes, if he does so, it means that he's not feeling so good and needs neige to cheer him up.

seth has definitely tried to paint neige once and neige noticed that seth is feeling a bit anxious about it, so he assured him that he would be okay with anything seth makes, because it still would be something that seth made for him and that's what makes it so special. seth started to feel even more anxious after he heard those words, but he managed to calm down.

i don't think we know neige's official height?.. so i just imagine him and seth being almost around the same height, maybe neige is a little shorter than him.

they're that couple that makes everyone jealous because they are SO CUTE and SO PRETTY and SO AFFECTIONATE with each other.

seth x rollo.

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how they first met:

let me gently guide you to this post to make my job easier and not make myself type the same thing again hdjskslsls.

how did their relationship go after that:

both of them start texting and calling each other and cole is SHOCKED because he has never seen rollo use his phone so often (cole also definitely does the "why are you smiling, is that your crush texting you" thing. almost loses his vp position). seth actually tried to ask rollo out on a date after the ball, but.. he was just so happy to be there with him that he kinda forgot about it. and when he already teleported to nrc, he was like ".. i did ask him out, right. i did confess to him, right." so because of that, it's like.. yes, they're in a long-distance relationship. they don't know if it's platonic or romantic or both.

BOTH OF THEM MISS EACH OTHER SO MUCH IT'S EMBARRASSING. they can't really talk to each other during daytime because of both of them being busy (the prefect and the student council president.. power couple fr) but when it's nighttime. oh boy. seth is giggling, kicking his feet, screaming, not letting anyone in the ramshackle dorm sleep. it's hard for rollo to hide his smile too. they prefer to text (their chats just look like. rollo typing entire essays and seth going "SJSDJAKDSJAJKSJ YOU ARE SO RIGHTTTT". the best thing about it is that both of them are 100% fine with it AND love each other for it. like seth loves to hear rollo's thoughts and thinks he's so cool and smart and rollo finds seth getting excited so easily really cute), but if they can call, they do it when nobody else can hear them or interfere and they find hearing each other's voices very calming.

seth visits rollo as often as he can and rollo always gets so excited whenever seth visits, even though he tries so hard not to show it. he even plans the whole thing out, like, what he wants to show him, what seth might enjoy doing, he makes a whole list of activities for the day and he even gets a little nervous if they can't do one of those things for some reason, but seth just laughs and says he's glad to just spend time with rollo. seth finds many, many things and people in this world boring, but rollo is sure not one of them.

usually it's seth visiting rollo and not the other way around, because if nbc students actually like seth a lot, nrc students.. don't really like rollo for understandable reasons. but seth still insists on rollo coming there at least once and when rollo finally does, he just stays at ramshackle and seth kinda makes him hide there, just because he doesn't want nrc students to say anything bad about his.. friend? crush? boyfriend? he has no idea. and if nrc students do notice rollo and say something mean.. ehehe, well, just a reminder that seth is NOT your average nice and soft game protag <3

when did rollo fall in love with seth:

it was pretty much love at first sight, even though he doesn't want to admit it. he was already interested in him when he first heard about him because of him being magicless and having to deal with.. well, nrc students and when rollo first saw some photos of him, he couldn't help but think that this boy is really pretty, though he quickly tried to ignore the thought and focus on the "i have to steal everyone's magic" part. and when he finally met seth in person.. yeah, he turned out to be even more beautiful than he thought. rollo definitely was surprised when he found out about seth's personality, but as he got to know him better, he realized that seth is much smarter than he looks and that no matter what he says, seth really is kind, he just.. has a unique way of thinking, that's all. when seth and rollo finally got a moment to talk to each other without anyone else interrupting them, seth told him about all the overblots and it basically went like this:

seth: yeah so that sucked but at least i'm still alive, haha. oh, and i also insulted all of them while fighting them, like seriously, you should have seen their outfits. if you're going to have a scary evil transformation, at least do it with style, okay?? and also wtf are those backstories? idc if your older brother is more loved or popular or something, try harder to make people like you then?? haha anyway what do you think-

rollo: o-oh, i'm so sorry to hear that you had to go through that.

also rollo: *thinking* "i want to kiss this man right here and right now and i want to spend the rest of my life with him."

when did seth fall in love with rollo:

also pretty much love at first sight. even seth found it surprising himself, because rollo isn't usually a kind of person he would fall for (he's lying. he definitely has a type and rollo fits the description perfectly), but something about him just made his heart beat a little faster. rollo saying that he just wants seth to relax and have fun and that he knows living in twisted wonderland and being a nrc student must be hard for him as a magicless person definitely made seth like him even more. honestly, as rollo was talking about nbc, the city of flowers and other stuff, seth was just too busy thinking "i have to squish him. it's not a want, it's a need".

it was just a fun little crush at first though and seth started to really fall in love with him as he started to realize that rollo is okay with his personality and that he doesn't hate and that he even loves it. seth is a confident person with a high self-esteem, but he still was sure that rollo would find him annoying.. and rollo didn't. he even enjoyed listening to him and he could clearly see how passionate seth was about so many things and seth being so skilled and talented even without magic only made him an even more interesting person to rollo. so yeah, when seth apologized to rollo for rambling about colors of one painting they saw and rollo said that he actually liked it and that he would love to hear more.. seth had to excuse himself and go and scream somewhere.

who would confess first:

yeah, it's hard for seth to confess his feelings, even though he's such an extrovert. rollo would be the one to finally confess after one of their many "dates but not really dates bc we're not officially dating yet but we would like to" and he would be very nervous and would blush a lot, but he would still try to be honest with seth and admit that he likes him and he likes him A LOT. seth would just stand there, shocked, because he really did not expect rollo to like him back, even though he often joked that "OHHHH HE WANTS ME SO BAD" when reading his texts out loud to minnie or jay. like.. is it okay for him to be himself when he's with rollo? he's not.. too much for him? could it be that he's actually just enough for him?

what would their first kiss be like:

they would most likely kiss right after that, because seth would be too emotional and he would want to express all of those emotions somehow. he wanted to do this for so long, rollo has no idea though rollo wanted to do this too since he saw seth for the very first time. he wouldn't even understand what he's doing at first because of him just being so happy, but when he finally processes it, he realizes that he's already in the middle of the kiss and he just thinks "well, too late to turn back now" and keeps going. rollo would be very surprised at first because of how sudden it was, but eventually he would give in and kiss seth back. they're completely alone, so it's okay for them to do this, right?..

what are their dates like:

SO WHOLESOME. SO FUN. literally them just walking around (though with seth it's more like him jumping and running and going "yippee!!") and doing cute couple things that are so shoujo manga-core, it's even a little embarrassing. like if someone tried to spy on them, they would have a heart attack just because their interactions are so cute, it's impossible to handle them. like what do you mean rollo is actually okay with smiling around seth and he expresses his emotions more freely and easily and he feels like he doesn't have to hold himself back. what do you mean seth finally can talk about whatever he wants and he doesn't get interrupted or made fun of and nobody goes "silence magicless person" at him. they're so cute wtf.

random facts:

AGAIN, we don't have rollo's official height (PLEASEEEEEEE IF HE GETS HIS OWN CARD HE WILL GET HIS OWN PROFILE RIGHT. I'M LITERALLY ON MY KNEES PLSSSSSSSS), but from his game sprite and the way it looks compared to other characters, it's easy to say that he's QUITE TALL, so i imagine him and seth most likely having a 20 cm height difference or possibly even more. i usually don't get to show their height difference accurately bc of things like canvas size or the way they stand to each other or bc i simply forget about it, but trust me. in my mind seth looks TINY compared to rollo which means rollo is just kind of towering over him all the time and it's SO CUTE.

rollo saw seth without his colored contacts once and seth actually got scared for a second because he thought that rollo will think his eyes are scary, but rollo actually found his eyes beautiful and said that he can still see seth's personality through them.. and seth's eyes became a little brighter after he heard that. he became more comfortable with not wearing his contacts around rollo after that.

rollo actually had suspicions that seth's vision isn't exactly that good (which made seth being so good at analyzing artworks and making outfits so quickly even more impressive) and asked him about it and seth kinda went "haha.. well.. WELL". rollo sighed and asked if he has to wear glasses and seth said that he does have to wear them, but he's just. a little embarrassed of them. their conversation literally went like this:

rollo: ?? but why would you not wear glasses if you need them?

seth: *crying* BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A NERD OKAY. MY JOB IS TO BE A MIX OF GOTH AND PREP. I CAN'T LOOK LIKE A NERD

yes, rollo knows about seth's MANY piercings and tattoos. he knows. he needed some time to get used to seth's style, he can't lie about that, but. fine, fine, yes, he thinks it's attractive and he's actually into that, just don't tell anyone. DON'T. (literally all student council members know that and when cole found out that seth and rollo are now dating and looked at seth he went "its bc of the tattoos am i right- NO SIR PLEASE I WON'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN")

rollo actually was a bit jealous of seth's relationship with malleus and thought that seth likes malleus more because of how often malleus visits the ramshackle dorm, but then seth told him that he's actually not a fan of malleus's company and malleus just appears without any invitation get it and first of all, rollo felt very relieved after that, but then he processed what seth has just said and went ".. so what you are trying to say is. that he just visits you at 2 am without any reason and you don't even want to see him?". seth laughed and said "yeah he's kinda like my sleep paralysis demon" and just continued doing whatever he was doing while rollo sat there like ". i will kill malleus draconia the moment i see him again :)"

I JUST. T-THE FLOWER SYMBOLISM. LIKE. THE CRIMSON FLOWERS. AND THE FLOWER FROM RAPUNZEL. THEY HAVE THE SAME THEME AND IT'S FLOWERS I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS

seth x silver.

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how they first met:

they first met at the entrance ceremony and seth noticed silver and went "oooh he's really pretty" and tried to flirt with him after the ceremony, but silver didn't get it and he also was too busy at the time. seth just sighed and went "well. maybe another time BUT I WON'T LET YOU GO SO EASILY". they've met properly some time after that, when seth was trying to get to know all nrc students better and seth prepared a whole introduction and tried so hard to impress him.. except silver just woke up from a nap, so his head was empty and he didn't understand a thing and asked him to repeat it. seth was okay with that and even kinda went "omg.. this guy is so eepy.. that's cute :)"

how did their relationship go after that:

it actually didn't take them that long to become friends. seth saw silver train once and he tried really hard to hide his 😳😳 reaction and awkwardly complimented him and silver just went "ah! :o thank you" seth was like "HE IS SO INNOCENT IT HURTS.." and silver was okay with seth being there while he trains or bringing him some water or waking him up when he accidentally falls asleep again. silver genuinely thanked him once and said that he feels like he can always rely on seth. seth's heart exploded in the best way possible after he heard that.

i imagine them already being kinda close even before chapter 2 or at least knowing each other well, so that it'd make sense for seth to be a little worried about diasomnia students, especially silver and. uh. leona's attempted murder. i think they wouldn't really get a lot of interactions in main story, but they would talk a lot in the events or outside of both main and event stories. chapter 7 silver x seth angst scares me so much

they would become surprisingly good friends even though their personalities are so different.. OR exactly because their personalities are so different. silver finds seth so interesting that it's hard for him to fall asleep and even if he does, seth just covers him with a blanket that he made for him and wishes him sweet dreams. and seth feels more calm around silver and he feels like he can finally take a break from how chaotic nrc students can be when silver is around. after all, silver doesn't really have a nrc student vibe, haha. (+ a possibility of both of them being based on princesses)

however, their relationship would always have this "are we really just friends or.. are we something more than that" vibe. it's really hard for seth to stop staring at silver because of how much he looks like a prince and silver just feels so warm around seth and he doesn't want to miss a single moment with him. other students would also go "hey. hey so are you two.. you know" and lilia would go :O!! when he notices the way silver looks at seth. okay, silver, time for your dad to be your wingman.

when did silver fall in love with seth:

it did take him some time, but as they grew closer, it just kind of.. happened naturally. like, seth just made silver feel so 🥰🥰🥰, silver thought he simply likes him as a friend at first, but lilia laughed and said that the way he talks about seth sounds like something much more than just "oh he's a good friend :)". like seth is always so!! fun!! and he always has something to say!! and he's so cheerful!! he's like the sun itself!! but he also can stand up for himself and he can fight and he can call people out and it's so. HSJSJSKSKSKSK!!! like, silver wants to spend more and more time with him. it always feels so lonely without him and it hurts because silver really wants to focus on his knight duties but all his thoughts are about that silly blond boy and he even keeps seeing him in his dreams and it's kind of annoying.. but he also doesn't want it to stop.

when did seth fall in love with silver:

he found silver really cute when he first met him, but he really started to fall in love with him when he noticed just how safe and comfortable he feels around silver. like he doesn't have to worry about anything, like this world isn't as dangerous as his sister had told him. silver always being ready to protect him also made his heart skip a beat and fall for him even more. he couldn't help but admire just how hardworking this boy is and how much he wants to become a knight so that he can repay malleus and lilia.. he is certainly not boring. he is more interesting than seth originally thought, actually.

who would confess first:

WELL. WELL. let me just say this.

if it's silver, it would most likely be very soft and even casual. like it would just be these two taking a nap together and silver waking up and quietly saying that he loves seth, not even understanding what he's saying, and seth hearing all that perfectly and opening his eyes and going "REALLY?? :D". silver would need a moment to understand what he just said and he would try to come up with an excuse, but eventually he would just sigh and admit that he really does like him.. probably even loves him. seth would just smile and say that he's been waiting for this moment.

if it's seth. well. MAY I GET A DRAMATIC CONFESSION SCENE IN THE MIDDLE OF CH 7 BECAUSE IF NO ONE IS GOING TO TELL SILVER THAT HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED THEN SETH WILL.

what would their first kiss be like:

it would most likely happen a few days after the confession (silver version). as they were just chilling together after training and silver started to doze off, seth decided to jokingly kiss him on the cheek to not let him fall asleep and it actually worked and they just stared at each other for a minute like O_O. and when that minute passed, they just kind of.. went for the lips this time. they forgot about everything and everyone around them and they've realized that they both really wanted to do this, no, they needed to do this. but when they've finally paused to take a breath, they suddenly remembered that uh. uh. they weren't really alone and sebek found them. before they could explain, the boy ran away. he was traumatized and said that he's going to tell malleus about this and silver panicked meanwhile seth went "do it. tell him i chose silver over him" and silver was like "YOU'RE MAKING IT EVEN WORSE.."

what are their dates like:

their dates are so soft. they are either the most romantic dates ever, with them taking a walk in the woods, dancing together as the birds sing, looking at the night sky and trying to find as many constellations as they can, or they are the most chill dates ever that most people wouldn't even count as dates, like it's just them sleeping somewhere, whether it's a couch or under a tree, cuddling and holding each other so tight. what matters is that both of them feel nice and safe and they're happy to be alive at this moment.

random facts:

lilia is so supportive of them, but at the same time he was a little bit protective of silver at first, since he knew that seth isn't always the nicest person to be around, but when he saw just how comfortable they both feel with each other and how patient seth is with silver, he immediately became their biggest shipper. though he really went from "if you do ANYTHING to my son, i will not hesitate to kill you and no one will ever find your corpse" to "you will marry my son right. if you don't, i will not hesitate to kill you and no one will ever-"

silver is that guy who is literally so chill about seth's appearance. like he couldn't care less. and i mean it in a good way. he wears colored contacts and dyes his hair? cool. he has a lot of piercings and tattoos? he looks so pretty with them. his halloween outfit? while riddle is shaking and blushing, silver just walks up to him and says that he looks good in it. and seth knows that it's coming from silver and that he really means it and he starts giggling and going "ehehe thank you <3".

they have the smallest height difference out of all seth ships, with silver being 176 cm tall and seth being 175 cm.

i just find it interesting that if we take ch 7 spoilers, silver was originally blond, meanwhile seth's natural hair color is actually black, but he dyed his hair blond. it's like. sun bf turned moon bf and the darkness bf turned sun bf. do you get it.

BOTH OF THEM ARE MOST LIKELY BASED ON PRINCESSES AND NOT THE VILLAINS AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANEEEEE

[cherriicou]

oh my god please write an older bf!mingyu i love ur scoups one sm 💗 (did i mention to put creampie in? did i) 👁️👁️ thank u babes mwah

hehe ofc! glad u enjoyed it mwahaha

olderbf! mingyu x college student! reader (f)

a/n; pls don’t use tinder guys… // word count; 1.2K

content; age gap, size difference, overstimulation, consensual recording, sending nudes, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, spanking, car sex, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, riding, smut with the smallest amount of plot

OLDER BF!MINGYU who met you through a dating app his friend forced him to go on. he usually ignored all the young girls who sent him thirsty messages and had their bodies on display on their profile. but you were different. only cute selfies, cat pictures, and your interests were shown on your page, drawing him to get interested in you. so he messaged you first!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed your like in art so he immediately suggested taking you to a museum as your first date <3 he was the sweetest man you’ve ever met. yes, he was way older than you but it made everything 10x better. he knew how to treat you well, he made you feel safe, and he even dropped so many compliments on you that day it made you squirm in your seat.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed you staring at his arms every time he helped you pick up something or every time he extended his arm out to pay for your meal. his ego was boosted then, making sure to flex them every once in a while when he saw you looking. you looked so adorable, your pretty face blushing, thighs squeezing together while admiring him. he needed you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who, at first, tries to be soft with you. you were so much smaller than him, he was almost scared he’d break you :< that was until you started playing little games. bending down when you decided to wear no panties under your dress or skirt, fingers grazing over his crotch while you had dinner. all while giving him a innocent look. oh, he was tired of playing nice with you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you salivating all over your chin and tits. he’s fucking your face so roughly, your makeup is completely ruined and you have no thoughts whatsoever as he holds your face firmly with his hands. ‘fucking brat’, as he stared straight into your eyes, groaning from the tears that started to fall down. he was not afraid to show you that he was enjoying the way your mouth was taking him in so well.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who loves to overstimulate you. he knows you love it despite your whines, ‘g-gyu no more,’ as you try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. but he just continues licking and sucking on the spot he knows drives you crazy. you don’t even realize it, but you start grinding on his mouth, feeling the smile form on his lips. ‘doesn’t seem like you want me to stop, baby.’ god, he could taste you all fucking day while having you squirm over him. lapping your juices for being such a good girl the other day while you took his cock in your mouth <3

OLDER BF!MINGYU who takes and picks you up from college; his expensive car catching the eyes of others as you happily walk to greet your boyfriend. glaring through his window to any of the young guys looking at you get into his car. oh, and his favorite thing is take your mind off the stressful day that just passed. panties shoved to the side as he plunges his fingers in and out of you while driving home. 'that's it, princess. use my fingers,' your moans and whimpers take over the entire car as you hold onto the arm that he is using to pleasure you in the passenger seat. his eyes directed towards you every once in a while to see the fucked out expression on your face. he doesn’t care if people can see the lewd scene from outside, as long as you’re taken care of!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who LOVES to fill you up. 'where you want it, baby?' sweat glistening on his forehead as he continuously rams into your sweet spot, orgasm right on edge. 'i-inside, please,' he already knows you want it in you, but he just loves hearing you say it while he's fucking you. his grip on your hips gets harder, making you squirm in both pain and pleasure. his thrusts get stronger as he finishes inside you, making sure all of it is released in your abused hole. 'fuck, look at that,' his breathless groans let out as he pulls his cock out of your sensitive cunt. he takes his phone from the bedside table, and you hear the sound of the record button as he spreads your ass out. both of your cum leaking out of your pussy so nicely. you think he's done until he uses his fingers to take as much fluid as he can to shove it right back inside your hole :3 'ah g-gyu..,' you let out. he smiles at your coos, landing a playful smack against your ass before pulling you up to kiss your lips.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who is annoyed at this stupid meeting his employees set up with him. he just nods away, eyes locked on the presentation, mind spinning faster than he could organize his thoughts. ding! he reached for his phone to find messages from you, as well as a video linked to it. 'miss you <3,' he smiles at the cute text, then opens the video to find himself growing hard and smiled swept away. it's a video of you, one hand holding the phone to show your naked body while the other hand is rubbing your clit. he turns down the volume completely before your moans can be heard in the basically quiet conference room. he's livid. you're at home, smiling at the 'seen' notification on your phone. it wasn't until time passed you started to worry, not a single message was sent back from him. you're screwed.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you bent over his lap, fingers messing with your pussy for what seems like hours. your ass was practically red and bruised from the amount of smacks it has taken. all while you plead, 'mm sorry gyu please,' he smiles. you think he is going to give into you fully, ready for him to put you in missionary or on all fours. but no. instead, he lays down with a cocky look on his face at your confused, needy expression. 'come sit on it, doll,' he can't be serious. he puts his hands behind his head, eyes never leaving you as your legs tremble. trying to put as much energy as you can to climb on top of him and fully sit on his cock. the pleasured look on your face almost makes him fold, he wanted to take care of you himself but you needed to learn. learn that needy girls don’t get awarded.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who almost feels bad for you. you're struggling so much to grind on dick :< the burn your thighs are feeling is insane, and he is just staring you down. 'g-gyu,' you whine while fighting for your life to continue riding him. 'hm? gonna cum, already?,' you nod, hands placed on his chest to try to help your body stabilize. your eyes meet his again and you give him the biggest pout, gasping as he finally thrusts into you once roughly, 'gonna make a mess on my cock like some needy slut?,' his hands grab onto your hips. he's being so mean but you know you'll love it later.

OLDER BF! MINGYU who thinks you've been punished enough and plants his feet flat on the bed, then immediately starts to fuck up into you. the tip of his meanly thick cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically touching you all over your body, from your tits to your neck, to even putting his thumb into your mouth as you struggle to take what he's giving you. 'mm my sweet girl,' you salivate around his fingers as you feel yourself about to cum. you should take more pics often..

[onceinablueberrymoon]

intentionally by chance | husband!salesman x pregnant!reader

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | series masterlist scenario: a month after seeing the salesman on his way to the airport, gi-hun returns to that subway station every day, hoping to find the salesman and confront him. this is where you come in. setting: takes place after the events of season 1, but before gi-hun hires the loan shark group to search for the salesman warnings: deception; pregnant!reader; no use of y/n; second person POV word count: 1.3k notes: salesman fluff! ♡ this guy’s been plaguing my thoughts for weeks now, so i had to write about him. my first fic in years! i like to think that S1 salesman is more chill than in S2. please enjoy! borders by @strangergraphics-archive

“Excuse me… Can you please help me?”

The red-haired man, who was perusing the endless options of cup ramyeon, turned in your direction, but remained planted a few feet away from you. 

“Me?” He pointed at himself.

You nodded, adjusting the items you were holding in your arms. “Can you grab me that cup of ramyeon from the shelf? I’d get it, but my hands are full…” 

The man walked over and retrieved your cup of ramyeon. As he handed it to you, he noticed your pronounced bump under your sweater and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Miss, you’re in no condition to be carrying so much. Please, let me help you bring it to the checkout.”

With your approval, he unloaded the rest of your snacks into his arms. The two of you walked to the register, where you insisted on paying for his own cup of ramyeon. You suggested eating the ramyeon at one of the tables outside the subway station’s convenience store, but he insisted on sitting on a bench on the subway platform. 

“Is there a particular reason you wanted to eat here? It’s not the most ideal dining spot…” You slurped your noodles happily. The man ate slowly, popping his head up every so often and eyeing his surroundings carefully. 

“I’m… looking for something. Nothing you should worry yourself with,” he continued to eat his food while you gave him a skeptical look.

“Perhaps I could help? Well, as long as I don’t have to move very much,” you chuckled, patting your stomach. He gave you a soft smile before changing the topic. 

“Shouldn’t your husband be buying you food instead of you coming to get it yourself?” He gestured to your bag of snacks, and you giggled.

“My husband buys me all the food I want, but sometimes I just want to get out of the house! It’s no fun being cooped up all day,” you sighed. The man nodded in understanding. 

“It’s also nice to talk to other people, like you,” you smiled at him. He returned your smile, but then his eyebrows shot up when a sharp smack echoed throughout the platform. 

The man jumped up, his cup ramyeon forgotten on the bench. You turned to see where the noise had come from, only to find a group of students huddled around another student who had dropped their textbooks on the ground. From what you could hear, it seemed like they were holding them for a friend but couldn’t handle the weight.

The red-haired man froze for a few seconds, then sat back down, heaving a big sigh. 

“Are you alright, sir? There’s nothing to worry about – it was just some books that fell.” You tried to comfort the man in some way, but he brushed the incident off. 

“I’m fine. It just… reminded me of something,” he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t convince you. “Don’t worry about me. Please eat,” he gestured to your unfinished ramyeon, “you need strength for your baby.”

The rest of your time together was pleasant, but you were still not convinced that the man’s reaction was nothing. You both finished your noodles, disposing the packaging and your utensils before parting ways. 

Once you returned home, you put the remaining snacks away and settled on the sofa. There were still a few hours before your husband was due home. You got yourself comfortable, curled up under a blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

“Rough day?”

You cracked open your eyes. All you could see was a blurry grey shape, but you already knew who it was. 

Blinking your eyes a few times, your husband’s handsome face came into focus, with his usually crisp grey suit looking a bit creased. His usual smirk graced his face as he looked down at you on the sofa.

“I should be asking you that. What happened to your suit?” You sat up and he sat down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“One prospective player became violent when he lost at ddakji for the 20th time in a row. Of course, I was able to subdue him, but it took more effort than usual,” your husband tried to press down a crease on his sleeve, but to no avail. He rested a hand on your rounded belly, gently rubbing circles with his fingers.

“How was today? I trust you succeeded in your mission?” 

You scoffed, “He was exactly where you said he’d be. I was able to have a conversation with him. We even ate ramyeon together for lunch!” 

Your husband turned to face you, an eyebrow raised. “You ate ramyeon together?” He gave a small pout, “I thought I was the only one you ate ramyeon with.”

Immediately, your face flustered as you explained yourself, “Hey, you know that I would never cheat!” Then, you scoffed, “We ate cup ramyeon, alright? Not whatever fantasy you’re imagining in that head of yours.” He laughed, pecking you on the cheek.

“Oh, but I have some exciting news,” you said with a sparkle in your eyes. “He’s still looking for you. And he’s basically gone mad trying to find you.” This caught your husband’s attention.

“While we were eating, there was a loud noise. Turned out that a kid dropped their books. But Gi-hun didn’t know that. He shot up so fast I swear I thought he was possessed!” 

Your husband seemed to take in your findings carefully, continuing his circles on your bump as if they helped him focus. 

“He wouldn’t tell me what he was looking for, but he specifically wanted us to sit on the subway platform, so I think it’s safe to say he’s searching for you.” Your husband had previously informed you that he had spotted a player he had already recruited at the Incheon Airport subway station, albeit with flaming red hair. After talking with the Frontman, he confirmed that Seong Gi-hun was indeed the winner of the 33rd edition of the Games. 

Once you shared the rest of your intel with your husband, you let out a big sigh. 

“Should I meet with Gi-hun again? It’d be useful to know his location and I could maybe gather more info,” you looked at your husband who had since sat up, but he didn’t take his hand off your bump. 

He pondered your question for a moment. “While I would benefit from knowing his whereabouts, I’m more afraid of something happening to you,” his voice sounded strained. “I wouldn’t be there to protect you and our child.” 

You leaned onto his shoulder, resting a hand on top of his on your belly. “We’ll be fine. If anything, Gi-hun was also concerned for me because of the baby,” you winked. “Maybe they’re the key to earning his trust.” 

Your husband’s lips tightened into a straight line. While he wasn’t happy that you would spend time with someone who clearly despised him, you were right — your pregnancy would lower Gi-hun’s defenses. You knew how much your husband’s schedule was impacted by Gi-hun’s constant presence on the AREX subway line. It would greatly help your husband if you could keep Gi-hun at one station while he recruited prospective players for the Games. 

Your husband kissed the crown of your head and stood up, attempting once again to smooth out the crease on his sleeve. “We’ll see. I’ll talk to the Frontman to see if we can get you any additional protection. I still don’t like the idea of you being around Gi-hun alone. If he learns of our relationship, I imagine he will use you as ransom,” he clicks his tongue, “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

You shook your head and stood up next to your husband. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“For now, continue researching prospective players. I’m almost done with your last batch,” he flashed his signature smirk, which you returned with a soft smile of your own.

“On it. Rumour has it that Tapgol Park has an abundance of people down on their luck…”

[lightsoutmatthews]

Alone time – William Nylander

summary: people and things keep interrupting the limited alone time you had with your boyfriends (3 + 1)

pairing: William Nylander x female!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: +18 (NSFW content!!), mentions of period, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v intercourse, dirty talk, cum inside

authors note:

first time writing a full on smut scene, hope its not too bad lmao

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When Alex signed with the Marlies

Hosting Alex in your and Williams home after he signed a contract to play hockey for the Marlies, the Leafs AHL team, was obvious. There was no reason for him to live in a hotel or search for a place, when you had a perfectly good guest room right here in your apartment.

It was nice for a while, you and Alex had become good friends over the course of your and William´s relationship which lead to easy conversations, many laughs and an enjoyable overall atmosphere in your shared home.

At first, at least.

At the beginning you didn’t really notice how intimacy slowly crept away from you and William.

There was less touching around the house, especially when Alex was around. No more heated kisses on the couch while watching a movie, because Alex was right there with you. No more experiments in the bedroom, mostly opting for something quick and quiet, neither of you knowing when Alex would come home.

And you slowly started to miss how your relationship was before Alex moved in with you.

How you made out against the kitchen counter before putting off making breakfast just to go back to bed. How he pressed you against the door after the two of you got home from one of his games, no matter if it went good or bad.

It was like you were tiptoeing around each other in your own apartment just to accommodate.

This morning you leaned against the counter, preparing a cup of coffee for you, before going to the living room to read.

William was still asleep when you got up, Alex would get home from a road trip with the Marlies today which made you debate if you should wake him up to go at it once more before he got back. But the ache between your legs from the night before was so strong you decided against it.

The coffee maker rumbled as you turned to look out one of the massive windows on the other side of the kitchen and dining space.

Winter was slowly spreading over the roofs of Toronto, the chill slowly creeping through the walls of the building.

You got lost in your thoughts looking outside. The upcoming holidays and team events, visiting your family, William and Alex´s parents and sisters coming for a visit in a few weeks. Only snapping out of it when soft kisses were placed on your shoulder and big hands wrapped around your waist.

“Good morning, älskling.” His voice was warm in your ear. “Good morning,” you whispered back before leaning into his touch. This was the first morning in a long time where it was just the two of you.

“Sleep well?” he asked while grabbing the mug out of your hand and taking a big sip. “Hey,” you laughed before turning around to face him. His hair was disheveled, sticking up in multiple directions, his eyes still dark from being asleep mere minutes ago.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked at him with a soft smile. “I always sleep well in your arms.” A soft laugh bubbled out of him before he looked at you with the softest expression of love and admiration which had you lean forward and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

When you tried to lean back, he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you chest to chest, deepening the kiss while doing so.

His hands slowly began to wander under the shirt you were wearing. His shirt. Tracing soft circles over your back before stopping at your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

You began tracing the outlines of his abs. Him not bothering to put on a shirt before coming to find you coming in handy.

You made out against the kitchen counter like love-sick teenagers, and you enjoyed every second of it. “We should take this back to the bedroom,” William whispered against your lips before carefully lifting you up, you automatically wrapping your legs around his waist. “If you´re not too tired from last night,” he added with a wink.

Shaking your head laughing you pressed another kiss to his lips before he started walking towards the bedroom. But before you could even make it past the living room the front door opened. The dogs rushing past you to greet the new guest.

Instinctively you uncrossed your legs from behind Williams back and dropped back down on the floor. A frown creeping up on your face.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hands before you slipped away. “I´m sorry,” he whispered before pulling you into another quick kiss.

2. Surprise visit from teammates

Two weeks later you and William sat on the couch, watching a movie. Alex left for another road trip a few hours ago which finally left you alone with your boyfriend again.

He didn’t have a game today, but he spent the morning at practice and the afternoon in meetings with the team and his agent, so this was the first time you had him to yourself since.

He proposed catching up on your show but both of you knew that you would not focus on that for long, so you opted to watch a movie. A comedy that didn’t need much attention span.

While the both of you too tried to focus on the movie but about 10 minutes in his hands began to wander and within 5 minutes of that you were lifted onto his lap.

“This is not focusing on the movie,” you giggled when he started to trace soft patterns over your back.

“What do you expect from me; this is the first time I´m getting you alone in what feels like weeks.” You held back a sigh that was about to leave your mouth as to not ruin the mood but obviously William picked up on it.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal right now, you wouldn’t believe me how much I miss waking up in the morning and being able to make out in the kitchen without being subjected to my brother minutes later or evenings like this.”

The sigh you were holding left your mouth. “I know, Will. But he´s your brother, I would never ask you to kick him out.” He started to scratch his beard. “I know, but I will talk to him about it. I promise.”

You nodded before burying your head in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. A mix of his typical shower gel as well as his cologne. “Until then I guess we´ll just have to make do with the time he´s gone,” you mumbled against his shirt before placing a line of kisses from his collarbone to his cheek before moving on to his lips.

William wrapped his arms around your hips, keeping you firm in his space as you kissed. His hands slowly wandering over the curve of your ass before hooking into the waistband of your leggings.

But before you could go any further the doorbell rang. A simultaneous groan escaped your mouths. “Let it be, we´re not home,” he whispered against your lips before connecting them again.

Unfortunately, the bell rang again a minute later and then again, a minute after that.

Reluctantly you removed yourself from your boyfriends lap, moving to the intercom to check who was interrupting you.

“Yes,” you bit into the machine, pressing the button to let the person on the other end answer.

“It´s your favorite hockey player,” Mitch Marner´s happy voice shelled back to you. “And Steph, Auston, Matt and Joe are here too. We´re getting dinner and you´re coming.” You bit back a grin at the prospect of the five of them standing on the sidewalk at the entrance of your building.

William, who heard the entire exchange groaned behind you but both of you knew it would be rude to send them on their way when they made it all the way here before leaving for dinner.

You didn’t have plans originally and God you wished they hadn’t shown up but you hadn’t seen Williams teammates in forever.

“Hello?” Mitch belted from the intercom. You took a deep breath, looking at your boyfriend who gave you a short but firm nod. “Fine, come on up, we need to get ready first.”

3. your period

You were laying on the couch, heating pad pressed against your stomach as you tried to breathe through the painful cramp that was rattling through your entire body. Your period had unexpectedly arrived two days earlier than expected and you cursed your body for it.

This was the last road trip Alex would be on for a while before your parents would come over for Thanksgiving and soon after their family would arrive to spend some time here before Christmas.

The Sweden based Nylander´s wouldn’t stay at your place but you knew they would be here every day and while you loved Williams family with all your heart you dreaded the even fewer alone time you would have with him.

You had looked forward to the next two days. He would return from his road trip in a few hours, and you wanted to spend the night going on a dinner date before having a relaxed evening at home. Given they just got home you didn’t have any expected visits from Williams teammates that could interrupt anything either.

Unfortunately, your body had other plans.

Despite taking two pain killers earlier the cramps didn’t go away so you spent the majority of the day curled up on the couch with the dogs giving you comfort. The TV played a re-run of one of your favorite shows you had put on to not suffer in complete silence, the lights were dimmed because alongside the period cramps a headache slowly started to form in the back of the head and the bright overhead lights would just make it worse.

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You didn’t even have the energy to lift your head when William arrived a few hours later. The dogs ran to greet their dad and based on the voices you heard coming from the hallway he was equally as excited to see them as they were to see him.

“Where´s mom?” He asked the doodles, and you immediately pictured Pablo and Banksy’s offended expressions. “Älskling?” He then asked into the quietness of the condo.

You thought about answering but opening your mouth seemed like too hard of a task. He would find you eventually.

When Pablo trotted back to the couch William wasn’t far behind him. You didn’t see the expression on his face, but you could imagine from the many times you had seen it before. A blend of concern and confusion.

His familiar scent reached your nose as he stepped closer, his steps dulling as he stepped from the hardwood floors onto the carpet. “Hey,” he whispered, his hand tenderly brushing over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you. “What´s wrong?”

His voice was laced with concern. His brows furrowed when you let out a pained hiss when another cramp hit your body, and you shrank together shortly after.

Having experienced this many times before he obviously immediately knew what was up. “Oh sweetheart,” he kept whispering. “What can I do to help? Do you need another blanket? Chocolate? Some tea?”

Your heart flattered at his sweet voice. “Can you come cuddle?” you breathed out. You didn’t need to look up to see that there was a soft smile spreading on his face. “Of course. Let me go rinse and change real quick.”

He left you alone with a kiss to your cheek and the dogs resting on the carpet in front of you like they were deemed to protect you.

When he returned 20 minutes later, he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a hoodie. His phone in one hand, a bowl filled to the brim with your favorite ice cream topped with whipped cream and sprinkles in the other.

You hadn’t heard him rumbling around in the kitchen, but you appreciated him knowing exactly what you needed. In the end he´s been through it almost a million times.

He placed the bowl on the table before nudging Banksy out of the way to get to the other end of the couch. He shook up the pillows and then flopped down right on top of it. But he didn’t stay there long.

A second later he reached for you and carefully pulled you against his body. Making sure he wasn’t making the cramps worse by moving you too much.

After you were safely tucked against his chest, he grabbed the heating pad and softly placed it on your lower stomach again before wrapping his strong arm around you. “I´m sorry we can´t have the evening we planned,” you mumbled, the warmth of his body as well as the one coming from the heating pad making you sleepy immediately.

“Don’t worry about it, älskling,” William whispered and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You just rest, we have all the time in the world.”

+1. When the time was finally right

The tension had been building the entire day.

When you woke up to William was placing soft but urgent kisses to the back of your neck but he had to get up to get ready for morning skate.

When he came back, he saw you in the kitchen, only wearing one of his shirts because you couldn’t motivate yourself to leave the bed until shortly before he came back.

He had toyed with the rim of the shirt before rubbing his hands over your bare back, sending shivers down your spine. But he had to stop himself again to get into his pre-game routine.

You cooked him his pre-game meal while he eyed you up and down sitting at one of the barstools on your kitchen counter.

You did the same thing to him when he appeared from his closed dressed in a black suit. You bitt your lip at the sight of him, imagining taking the suit off him later.

After the game, that luckily ended with the Leafs taking home the victory, you barely made it through the door before both of you finally snapped.

He kissed you with urgency. Dropping his keys and his phone on the tray next to the door carelessly, ripping your purse from where it was hanging on your shoulder, dropping it mindlessly on the floor before he attacked your neck.

Slowly but determined he moved you to the bedroom and shut the door behind you, not wanting to risk the dogs interrupting.

Sometimes they had no concept of personal space.

He set you on the bed with ease and took a step back. Your breath was shallow as you watched him with a playful gleam in your eyes.

His gaze was glued to you as you got up, hips swaying as you approached him. “What are you doing?” His voice stained.

“My turn to make up for all the times we´ve been interrupted,” you murmured.

You could see his jaw tighten as you tugged down his slacks, them pooling in a chaotic huddle at his feet. You licked your lips, eyes trained on his dick staining behind his boxers.

You moved your hand between the two of you to rest against him, grazing the outline with teasing strokes.

He inhaled deeply, clearly fighting to stay composed. You knew the last thing he wanted to do was lose control before you had even put your mouth on him. But at the same time, you knew that it was so hard to maintain it when your skilled fingers were intent on torturing him with every stroke.

You slowly dragged his boxers down and looked up at him, touching his abs beneath the dress shirt he was still wearing. “Off,” you commanded. He quickly obeyed and started to undo the buttons, top to bottom, tossing it off to the side.

He watched intently as you wrapped your hands around his dick and let out a hiss when you gave it a gentle squeeze. Moving your hand up and down unhurried, in steady strokes.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You lifted your hooded eyes to meet his as you lean forward wrapping your warm mouth around it. Winding his fingers through your hair you knew his eyes were rolling back. Keeping the motion up for a few minutes, never going to quick but always going steady, you heard him hiss out soft sounds of pleasure.

A groan when you abruptly stopped, tracing his dick with your fingertips. A low hum rumbled in his chest, his restraint slipping with every second that passed.

You ran your tong along his dick again, this time applying pressure to the vein. He let out a guttural groan when you swirled your tongue around the crown and back down. “You look so pretty on your knees,” he breathed out.

He entertained your game for another few seconds before stepping back and lifting you off the ground. “Get out of these clothes.”

“You have two hands, Will, use them,” you teased him. “You better watch it, I´m in charge now.” Goosebumps shivered down your spine at the thought.

He tugged your top over your head and dropped it to the floor, right next to his dress shirt. His hands were back on you within seconds, unclasping your bra.

You had to suppress a groan when your breasts spring free but there wasn’t much time to think about it because he pulled your pants down until they pooled at your ankles like his did just minutes before.

You let out a sharp exhale when he started to trace lazy circles on your thighs. His fingers reached your panties, slowly dragging them down you grabbed his shoulders to keep your balance.

His ocean-blue eyes sparkled at the sight of you naked.

Grabbing your hand, he brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “God, you´re perfect like this,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. The tender action a strong contrast to the heated atmosphere of the room.

You smirked at him, climbing onto the bed and crawling into the middle. Spreading open your legs.

The mattress dipped as he joined you, hovering above you for a second, taking everything in before he leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. “I´ve been waiting to do this.”

“Will,” the nickname falling from your lips like a prayer. You knew there´s hardly anything better for him than to have you at his mercy.

He takes a hold of his dick, solid as granite, looking like it was aching to be inside you. He guided the tip into your pussy, a hiss leaving your mouth as you clenched around it.

“You can take it, we both know you can,” he whispered against your ear, placing another soft kiss to your forehead.

Once he was fully inside, he didn’t waste a second before starting to snap his hips in a steady rhythm. You meeting him eagerly with every single thrust. Loud moans you were holding back many times when others were around finally being set free.

“Damn, älskling, you feel so good. You were just made to take me.” His voice was hoarse. Another loud moan left your mouth.

His tongue dances along the seam of your lips, groaning when you opened you mouth to let him in. Sealing his mouth over yours in a possessive kiss, the taste of the both of you mixed sweet on your tongue.

You moaned against his lips when he picked up the pace even more. “I can feel you´re almost there, baby,” he grunted.

“God, yes,” you mewled.

He reached down and rolled your clit with his thumb, and soon enough you were both barreling towards your releases.

Pleasure surged through you as you unraveled below him.

He held you tight as you rode out your orgasms together, nuzzling his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent as he carefully eased out of you.

“I´ll be right back,” he said with a kiss to your temple.

He returned moments later with a washcloth, knowing if he would clean you up now it would have to wait until tomorrow and neither of you wanted you to sleep like that.

After making sure you were all set, he climbed back into bed behind you and pulled you against his chest. Silence lingers as you laid wrapped up in each other’s arms, a soft smile spreading on your lips as he looked down on you.

“Worth getting interrupted all the other times we tried to do this?” You huffed. “I love your brother and your teammates but no.” He let out one of his signature laughs and pulled you even closer into his chest.

“I´ll make sure they´ll leave us alone a little more often.”

[moonlight-alexia]

i'd fight a sim for you | a.p.

alexia putellas x reader | 2.1k | alexia puts up with your yearly random sims obsession

ˏˋ°•*⁀ idk how it got so long, also kind of have mixed feelings on this and idk if i like it or hate it but hope y'all like it! it was a fun request to write :)

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

Alexia had been with you long enough to be used to this yearly routine of yours. At least once every year you’d get overly obsessed, overly focused on, as Alexia calls them ‘tus personitas pixeladas’. 

Every year it started the same, normally when the slightly colder months rolled around, when you’d pull out your blankets and the evenings felt a little longer, you’d retreat into your cozy little world. Scrolling on your phone, coming across other random Sims tiktoks, making you wonder how all your Sims families you’ve created over the years are going. Or falling down a rabbit hole of Sims builds videos, making you grab your laptop thinking you could do even better build. 

Every year Alexia would stand in the doorway, while you didn’t even notice that she was right in front of you, watching you stare at a screen with the most focus she’s ever seen you have. The same ‘oh, it’s that time again,’ look etched on Alexia’s face, slightly amused. You’re lucky she thinks you look cute when you’re so deeply focused. 

The little tongue poking out the side, the frustrated huffs when you can’t get something to look how you had in your vision or when your Sims don’t listen to you, the little giggles. Then her favourite, the way your whole face would light up when you’d find Alexia, ‘Mi amor, you have to see what I made this time,’ You’d look so proud as if you were the one who’d just won the quadruple.

This year was no different, you fell down into your little Sims rabbit hole. Curled up against the couch, your laptop warm against your thighs, almost struggling with how long it had been running Sims while your fingers danced across the trackpad and keyboard fully invested in the screen in front of you.

You had no idea how long time had passed in the real world, it was irrelevant while you were in your Sims world. All you knew was that sim-you had finished a productive day, leveling up a few of your skills, ‘WooHoo’d’ with a sim version of your girlfriend multiple times and only one small fire was started. You’d call it a success. You’d also argue that real you had a productive day too because without real you, sim-you wouldn’t have been productive. sim-you also wouldn’t be real.

Though, in the real world, your actual girlfriend had gone to training, come home, fixed some food and showered. All while you were in the exact same spot, exact same position as when she left this morning.

Alexia leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and hair slightly damp from her shower, she watched you. Mildly amused, mildly concerned.

‘Mi vida, you didn’t even say hi when I came home,’ Alexia’s voice broke through whatever Sims trance you had been in. You could hear the light teasing tone to her voice.

You still didn’t look up towards your girlfriend, ‘I did…,’ You trailed off slightly, ‘...I waved,’ Almost sounding unsure of yourself.

‘You waved at our plant, cariño,’ Alexia let out a small laugh while she watched you instantly pause, your eyebrows scrunching together before you looked up in Alexia’s direction. 

‘It’s – it’s a nice plant?’ You offered weakly, a sheepish smile making its way onto your face, Your eyes darted back and forth between Alexia and your plant, the first thing the two of you bought when you moved in together, ‘It’s not my fault you’re the same height as the plant!’ 

Alexia shook her head, pushing herself off the wall and walking over towards where you sat on the couch. A soft kiss to your forehead, before leaning over to look at your screen. Watching the little characters move around, interacting with each other, ‘And this was more important than greeting your girlfriend, who’s been gone all day, properly?’ Alexia semi dramatically flopped onto the couch next to you, eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips.

A smirk that was wiped as quick as it came when you responded a firm, ‘Yes,’ Without any hesitation or room for argument in your voice, ‘Because while you were busy being a professional athlete, or whatever, sim-you made me pancakes for breakfast,’ 

Alexia blinked slowly, taking in your words, eyes drifting to the screen where you were putting your sims through more interactions, ‘Sim…me?’ Alexia looked at the screen closely, you’d zoomed in on the two sims you had interacting with each other, ‘That’s supposed to be me?’ Alexia spoke slowly, trying to process, while pointing at the one of the two that resembled her.

‘Yes!’ You excitedly zoomed in closer on sim-alexia’s face and moved to hold your laptop up against Alexia’s face, ‘It’s like I don’t know who the real Alexia is,’ You had spent a lot of time on both sim-you and sim-alexia, perfecting them as closely as you could, ‘Sim-Ale even has the same traits, active and self-assured. Oh and romantic,’ 

You added when suddenly sim-Alexia started a little flexing animation and blew a kiss towards sim-you. Sim-you who immediately giggled, blushing and a little happy dance at sim-Alexia’s actions.

Alexia just stared. Deadpan. Her face was unreadable while she just watched the two characters interact, ‘Why is she – why am I…doing that?’

‘She’s flirty,’ You wiggled your eyebrows, playfully nudging Alexia’s arm, ‘You walked past the hot tub, obviously couldn’t resist,’ The way you said it so casually, the way you knew it was exactly how real Alexia would act, if it was just the two of you and if you actually owned a hot tub.

Alexia would never understand your obsession with this game, how many hours you randomly decide to put into it every year. Though Alexia was used to sitting beside you while she watched you explain the lore behind each sim character and house you had created. 

But having to sit here and watch a sim version of the both of you was new, and different and she didn’t know whether to be concerned or impressed with the commitment you’d put into your sim world, ‘We live in a house with a hot tub?’ 

You gave a hum of acknowledgement, moving the camera around on the game to show Alexia the rest of the house you had created for sim-you and sim-Alexia, ‘...And a rooftop garden. We even wearing matching pajamas, we’re adorable here,’

Alexia, slightly offended at your insinuation that you weren’t and didn’t do ‘adorable’ things in real life, moved to lean back against the arm of the couch opposite to the one you had been tucked up against all day, ‘I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared,’

‘I’d go with flattered,’ You smirked looking over at Alexia. She still didn’t know how to feel, thrown off by the fact it felt like a semi out of body experience while watching your laptop screen. 

You had done a scarily good job and replicating everything. Pulling your legs out from underneath you, stretching them a little before moving yourself, and your laptop closer to Alexia again. Missing her closeness when she moved back and also to show her how Alexia like sim-Alexia really was, ‘She even works out all the time, just like someone else I know,’ You teased, your body fully leaning against Alexia’s now. The two of you watching your screen as if you’d just put a movie on and it wasn’t just Sims.

Sim-you was in the kitchen, cooking some grilled cheese and seeming to not be doing so well, almost starting a fire. While sim-Alexia was also in the kitchen next to you randomly deciding to do push ups.

‘She’s going to get injured on that tile,’ Alexia muttered, hand gesturing towards her on the screen with a bewildered expression, ‘Why is she doing that next to the stove?’ Turning to you with an expression that made it seem like she expected you to have all the answers, like you could make her make sense of this little world.

‘She’s inspired. Leave sim-Ale alone real Ale,’ Alexia huffed and rolled her eyes, but wrapped her arm around you and pulled you in closer, holding you against her side. Fingers absentmindedly dancing across your arm.

The two of you stayed like that for longer than Alexia would like to admit. She also would never admit that it was kind of comfy and cozy, you both cuddled up together, playing sims together. Well you were playing and Alexia watching quite closely.

‘Do you think she’s cooler than me?’ Alexia spoke up out of nowhere after having watched way too many romantic interactions between sim-you and sim-Alexia, the way sim-you looked at her like a happy, love-struck goofball. But you were her happy love-struck goofball, not sim-Alexia’s.

You instantly noticed the edge to Alexia’s voice, peering up at her, the eyebrows slightly scrunched and the inevitable frown that was slowly etching into her face, ‘What are you on about, Ale?’

‘Sim-me…sim-Alexia…her,’ Alexia gesturing towards the screen, ‘She flirts with you like that all the time,’ Eyes narrowing slightly, watching as sim-Alexia just offered sim-you a rose and dipped you into, what Alexia thinks as, an unnecessarily dramatic kiss, ‘I don’t even do that,’

‘Hmm, yeah, not since preseason started at least,’ You teased your girlfriend, grinning, ‘Though to be fair to real you, at least you wouldn’t choose to do that right next to the trash,’ You laughed, referring to where the two sims character had chosen to do that. 

You laughed to yourself, and on purpose kept making sim-Alexia be overly flirty and romantic towards sim-you. You definitely hadn’t expected Alexia to react this way. Little huffs at every interaction, the ever growing frown and the grip she now had on you, keeping you close against her as if she was about to lose the real you to her sim version.

‘She’s too smooth. I don’t like the way she’s looking at you,’ Alexia mumbled, you pulled away a little, as much as Alexia would allow so you could look at your girlfriend. Highly amused at the situation.

‘She is you, amor,’ Pointing between the screen and Alexia.

‘She…’ Alexia now also pointing towards the screen, eyebrows raised in disbelief,’...has too much time. Keeps making grilled cheese and pancakes. Slow dancing with you like that. I don’t trust her,’ It was the way Alexia spoke, as if this was entirely real.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, having held in as much as you could. You put your laptop to the side, turning so you were fully facing Alexia almost completely on her lap. Your hands rested against the side of her face while your laughter subsided.

‘Mi vida, she’s not real,’  Your fingers caressed her face, you looked at Alexia properly since she’d been home, only someone like her could manage looking that pouty over some pixels still look so beautiful. You leaned down, kissing her cheek, ‘For someone who’s mad over a video game, you’re still holding me like I might get stolen,’

You laughed, even when you’d shifted, Alexia’s hands never left, instead finding their way to rest against your waist, ‘I have to,’ Alexia looked so serious, the corners of her mouth starting to twitch upwards now instead.

Leaning in, you brushed your lips against Alexia’s cheek, pressing them against the corner of her mouth, letting your lips linger before sitting back a little. Your lips almost ghosting over Alexia’s, your voice low, barely above a whisper, ‘For what it’s worth, I very much prefer the real you, Ale. I’d rather slow dance with you in the kitchen, rather have you make me or I make you breakfast in the mornings,’

Alexia’s expression softened, her grip lessening a little, fingers trailing against your waist, ‘Hmm, and what else would you rather do with me, cariño,’

You tilted your head a little, kiss on the other corner of her lips, ‘Wouldn’t you like to know,’ 

‘Oh, yo quiero saber,’ Alexia said almost too eagerly, making a huff of a laugh escape your lips.

You smirked, fully leaning back, your touch disappearing briefly before returning to wrap your arms around her neck, ‘Then maybe you should stop being jealous of sim-Ale…fake-Ale… and remind me why real Ale is still my favourite,’ You had Alexia wrapped around your finger, everyone knew it. Alexia liked challenges, you liked to push her buttons, a challenging tone and you knew Alexia would take control to prove to you.

Alexia hastily pulled you in, her lips against yours in an instant. A deep kiss that always had you wanting more. Mumbling against your lips, ‘Anything to get you away from her,’

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max verstappen, blueberry bars, belgian waffles, tim bits with margarita and root beer. like, reader is max's naive and innocent best friend and he does this without her knowledge, asleep or drugs. she ends up preg and max convinces her that it sometimes happens and promises to take care of her.

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want to submit an order? the bakery is open! submit your orders and i'll try to get through them as fast as possible. been a bit of a slow period because of the holdays/end of the year, but i'm making a comeback with 'em since they are very popular with ya'll! i was immediately drawn to this one, i love a good dark fic and i knew i had to write it! so thank you, thank you! enjoy <3

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” + belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + tim bits: "stupid little thing." + margarita: unprotected sex + root beer: filming/recording served by max verstappen!

tags: smut/pwp, dark fic/dark themes, filming/recording, unprotected sex, breeding& pregnancy, best friend!reader, non-con somophilia, innocent!reader, mad!max, drugging

the sight of you was beautiful, there was something about your sleeping form that drove him mad. max knew that he could have any woman he desired, but why would he desire them when he could have you. you pulled him in, but even after years of friendship. you never seemed to notice max's advances, and he was getting desperate.

earlier in the evening you complained about not being able to sleep. you were visiting your best friend who was happy to house you in his apartment in monaco, so when max handed you a dainty little pill and told you to have a good night, you happily took it. and when your soft snores could be heard from the doorway of the bedroom, max felt himself getting arousing.

you looked like an innocent princess, and max believed himself to be the prince who will protect you. even if that meant having his hands under your shirt while you were asleep. a prince deserved a reward didn't he?

you laid under the sheet, which max pulled off slowly. you were in a thin tank top and underwear. he felt his heartbeat leap at the sight of you. he took out his phone to take photos.

he chuckled to himself lowly, "i cum in that every night." a cheeky joke as he had spent the last week slipping you a little pill and having his wicked way with you once you were asleep. you were quite nice when you were asleep, so much softer. it only made max yearn for you more. he wanted you, you were just too beautiful. he groaned as he felt tension in his sweatpants, "stupid little thing."

there was hunger inside of him, he needed you. wanted you in carnal ways that he couldn't put into words. the sight of you, he took more photos as he got his cock out of his sweatpants and rubbed it against your now bare stomach. he shuddered, "beautiful little thing. so stupid. need someone to protect you. you need to be saved don't you? well that's what i'm here for." he then got your panties down around your ankle and exposed your entire form to him.

it was only right for him to admire every inch of you, you were going to be his wife. the mother of his child. he said softly, “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” and you shifted a little, it excited him as he got between your legs. he felt the rush through him as he sank his cock into you.

he had been doing this every night for a week now. every evening like ritual, he made sure you were tucked in, only for him to peel back the sheets and fuck you with a feverish want while you sleep. max had enough of beating around the bush with your love, he was a man of action.

and all he needed was for two little cells to meet before that action became a plan. some would call it baby trapping, but he'd call it a promise of commitment. you weren't going to do it alone, you'd have max every step of the way. he'd even retired to make sure that you and his baby were taken care of.

he could feel the pleasure through his body as he moved against you. he held your legs wrapped around him as he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. he snatched his phone up from the bed and snapped photos and took a small video of his cock being rocked in and out of you. he let out a small groan as the pleasure seeped into his blood. you felt amazing, he eyed your sleeping form as he picked up the pace a little bit more. he filmed a little more and let himself just enjoy the feeling of your slick cunt.

it was like a warm vice that pulled him in further. he took it as a sign that your body wanted it. you wanted this too, to carry his child. of course you did, you were so innocent and sweet. bordering on naive that max knew that you'd want a baby. a chubby little verstappen baby at your hip, you'd make a good mother.

and max knew that, even if you didn't at that moment.

he groaned lightly as he held onto your hips. he felt the climbing warmth in his body as he fucked you. feeling your body against his. your sleeping form was like the future in his eyes. he could imagine your wedding, having your family. you being the perfect wife for him. it was only destiny for the two of you, you had been friends for ages.

he knew everything about you, no other man would be able to compare. to think they could would be stupid to think, you were meant to be with max. for him to dote, love and protect. you didn't need to do anything else besides be his wife and the mother of his children. he had already made enough money to sustain a full house for three lifetimes. you deserved a man who could provide, max knew you 'dated', but they never lasted long. they didn't deserve to be with a woman like you. an angel from the heavens brought to earth.

"i love you." he said, "even when you don't see it. i know you do, i know you love me. you want me badly, but you don't think you're good enough. hopefully when i get you pregnant you can realize that i love you. i need you." his breathing was heavy as he thrusted against you.

there was no protection between you two and honestly he didn't need it. 'protection' wouldn't get you pregnant, wouldn't keep you as his. plus, it felt so much better bare-back. to feel the closeness to you. fill you with his seed and let it take root inside of you. then maybe you'd come to your senses.

maybe he could've done it a different way, but why would we do that? you looked so peaceful, he knew you weren't getting sleep. and max, the dutiful husband, would always make sure that you were alright. he just happened to want your sweet cunt wrapped around his hard cock at the same time. who could blame him, your pussy was the kind to salivate over like a hungry dog.

to love you, in his own twisted way, was a sign of utter devotion. even in your sleep, he would protect you. he knew what was right, and had convinced himself that breeding you while asleep was the best course of action. it'll prove that max is the man you need in your life, the protector. you were so innocent at times, anyone could hurt you!

but not max, at least in his logic.

you cunt felt amazing around his cock. his heart hammered in his chest a she rocked against you. he panted heavily as he moved against you. he held onto your thighs firmly and the dirty talk spilled from his lips. it was hard to make it stop at the feeling of your cunt like a vice around his cock. he rutted up into your further, as deep as he could go, as he said, "you're a fucking good girl. always did everything right, you were so trusting. that's why i have to keep you with me. close to me, where you belong. you're my wife, i knew that from the moment i met you. but the older we get, the further you're getting. time to bring you home. you, me and baby." his voice was hushed, but his words were protective and loving. or his version of loving.

if anyone saw or heard what he was doing. they'd be in shock, but they didn't understand. they didn't get how much you meant to him. he spent so much time trying to find you in other women, but why bother with them when he had you. all of you.

and soon there would be a product of your love. your union together. that only made him work his hips faster against you. you remained limp under him as he drilled his cock into you. your let out a small moan in your deep sleep and it made max near drool as he finished inside of you.

he thrusted quickly against you and felt all semblance of control start to slip. he was left hungry, near feverish from the intensity of the pleasure. he loved it, just as he loved you. of course the love of his life would have a cunt that drove him to near insanity.

he soon finished inside of you after the pleasure took hold. he clutched onto you tightly and felt the intense heights of pleasure. he let out a loud moan before he slowed to a stop. he wiped his sweaty brow and eyed your still sleepy form. it made his cock twitch inside of you for a moment.

he leaned in to kiss you on the lips before he pulled away to get you re-clothed and tucked back in. before he left the room, he kissed you on the face once more and said,

"everything i do. i do for you."

-

you were in tears weeks later, you showed max the pregnancy test when fear in your eyes. and while you looked distraught, max looked excited. the test clattered on the floor as max took you in his strong arms and kissed your face.

"how..how did this happen?" you asked meekly.

max replied with a wide smile, "don't worry about it! it's our little miracle! you and the baby won't go without. we'll have to get a bigger place, and move your stuff back home. or i can buy you new things since you'll be going through so much change... and then of course, i have to marry you. it's only right!" he was already talking like you two had planned this pregnancy.

but it was hard to do much thinking when max held you so protectively. you held onto the front of his shirt and rubbed your face against his chest. you exhaled deeply, still feeling shaken to your core. you held on tightly like a lifeline, knowing that max's child was growing in your womb. a part of you wondered if the things you were feeling late into the night weren't dreams after all. <3

[slytherinshua]

⏾　INSOMNIAC　( 이찬영 )

genre fluff , non-idol au , anton x fem!reader   cw reader has insomnia , kissing , only half proofread   wc 787   request yes , (send in thoughts for drabbles!!)   note i have not written for riize in forever. will i write more for riize soon? prob not (i haven't watched any content of theirs since like 2023-24, i barely stan them anymore) however clearly i'm still capable of writing for anton ijbol (@haeerizm look at me writing for anton again KSJSK) me writing this at 3:30am is so apt   net @kstrucknet

Your insomnia had always been bad until you met Anton. Hours spent tossing and turning every night, trying to find the right position or perfectly cold side of the pillow to help sleep come faster. But it never worked. Room darkening curtains, white noise, asmr, sounds of the ocean— you had tried it all, but your university days were still spent sleep deprived every morning, and a nice new crippling dependency on coffee to go along with it. 

Anton first met you in your computer science class where you sat at the back of the room, head buried in your arms as you tried to ignore the stinging of your tired eyes. He tapped you on the shoulder when the professor came into the room to start the lecture, and offered to take notes for you since you “seemed a bit tired”. You didn’t pay much attention to him at first— too absorbed in how awful your day was going to appreciate his soft voice or perfectly sculpted face. 

It was only when he showed up the next day, this time with an extra coffee just for you and that same patient smile that you started to pay attention. You shared three classes with him, and each time, he would find his seat next to yours. Over the weeks, you started saving the spot for him. The more you talked with him, the more you learned. He shared the same major as you, and even had similar career goals. 

Conversation with Anton was easy, and even seeing him made you feel more awake, even if you were only running on two hours of sleep. You started to cherish the cups of coffee you would share during periods between classes, and instead of beelining it back to your dorm, and how he would tease you about how concerningly little sleep you could function on. Each day he gave you a new stupid sleep hack to try, and everyday you laughed at it and said you would update him if it worked that night. While most of them had been a bust, there were a few occasions you had reported back with an uncontainable amount of excitement at how much sleep you had gotten the previous night. Without fully realizing it, Anton was slowly curing your insomnia better than any medication ever had.

Falling in love with him happened naturally, almost without you putting too much thought into it. His gentle laugh and considerate smile were the highlights of your day, and when he first asked you out on a date, he barely had to wait half a second for you to say yes. 

Graduation came and went in the blink of an eye, and sooner than you knew it, you were juggling a new full-time job and apartment hunting with Anton, now your boyfriend of two years. You cringed at the prices of things, soon debating how much you cared about location or amenities when everything was so expensive. When you finally found a decent place not too far from your work building, you signed the lease as soon as you could. 

While your boyfriend had already managed to help your insomnia a tremendous amount in university, when you moved in together, he was even more effective. Something about curling up in his arms after a long, exhausting day and completely relaxing to the sound of his steady heartbeat and scent of his cologne had the drowsiness hitting you instantly. And that was even before he did his nightly routine. 

Once you were fully settled on his arms, head comfortably rested on your pillow and face a perfect distance from his, there was nothing stopping him from mapping out your features with his lips, pressing each gentle kiss to your skin like you were the most precious thing to him. Anton had always been so soft, so patient, and the way he kissed you before sleeping was like a ritual. 

First your lips, and then your cheek. He would whisper something sickenly sweet right in your ear, teasing you even while your eyes were closed. And once he had gotten you flustered enough, he would kiss your temple and then the top of your head, before descending once again to your lips. Each kiss was tender and loving, his plush lips slowly pressing against your skin. 

And maybe it was the intent of the action, or the way it felt like he was revering you with every touch, or how comforting the atmosphere was; but it always had you slipping away to your dreams within minutes. Sleep had always been unsettling for you, but when you were with Anton, at home in his arms, it became something precious.

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[bontentrio]

SO KISS ME

my first post ever! yay! and it’s because i saw this tweet and i just HAD to write about it. who knows? maybe i’ll just keep writing whenever i get ideas

tw: none + fluff! (not proofread, i’m writing this on a whim) + slightly suggestive in some of them?

keep in mind that is literally my first time writing so be nice if you leave feedback <3 plus english is not even my first language

SEONGHWA

“MWACK” “MWACK” “MWACK” sounds filled the room, followed by soft giggles that came from the beautiful man underneath you. the sun was going down, and the last golden rays hit seonghwa’s face just right, making him look so heavenly you just couldn’t help but kiss him. one thing led to another, and you ended up kissing every single spot of his face.

“love, what’s up with you?” he asked, brushing a stray of hair that fell on your face.

“you” *MWACK* “are” *MWACK* “so” *MWACK* “beautiful” *MWACK MWACK MWACK* you said between kisses.

“but so are you, it’s my turn now!” he exclaimed, switching positions so now he had you caged underneath him. you giggled, holding his face with your hand and caressing his cheek.

“how did i get so lucky?” you asked, more to yourself than him, interlocking eyes with him.

seonghwa’s eyes softened, and proceeded to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. following the order of kisses you did on him.

“that’s what i ask myself every single day” he whispered, going straight back to your lips to taste you even more.

HONGJOONG

you missed him. you woke up in the morning and the bed was cold, no sign of your boyfriend nearby, just his shorts and random shirt he wore as pjs on the floor. you went to work, had coffee with a friend and went back home, just to find an empty apartment once again.

you weren’t mad, you knew hongjoong had responsibilities as ateez’s leader and music producer. and you were so proud of him for that, but it doesn’t mean you don’t miss him. so you decided to pay him a visit to the studio, where he said he was gonna be at, earlier by text.

you found him sitting cross legged in front of his laptop with his headphones on, moving his head slightly to the beat of whatever song he was working on. you smirked to yourself, and thought of a little revenge plan.

you sneaked up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing him loudly on his cheek.

“AH! baby what are you doing here? don’t scare me like that!” he exclaimed, taking his headphones off and turning his chair around to look at you. he wasn’t angry though, you noticed the little smile on his face.

“i missed you, i want cuddles” you said, pouting. his eyes softened, and his hands left his laptop to wrap around your middle, bringing you closer to him. you were towering slightly over him.

no words were exchanged, the way your eyes interlocked said everything. as if there was a string connecting you both, you leaned in at the same time and shared a sweet kiss. he broke the kiss after a bit, but you needed more. so you left little pecks along his jaw, corner of his mouth, cheeks.

“i missed you too” he smiled.

YUNHO

“babe i need your help with something!” yunho suddenly exclaimed, making you lift your head from your phone with a confused look. he had just finished getting his makeup done for the music video.

earlier that day he asked you to come with him to the venue of ateez’s upcoming comeback. he said you were his “good luck charm” or something, and looked at you with those pretty puppy eyes of his. how could you say no?

you stood up from your seat and approached him. he immediately wrapped one arm around you, while the other hand held a lipstick tube. you raised an eyebrow at him, not following what he meant.

“i need you to put this on and kiss me” he giggled. “the comeback concept is love, and we were asked to take pictures with kisses all over our faces”

“but-“ you attempted to say. “and i really don’t feel like having wooyoung or mingi kiss me when i have you, the one i love the most in the whole wide world, here with me” he interrupted, shaking you slightly as to dramatize the seriousness.

again, how could you say no? he was giving you the same puppy eyes from this morning. you took the lipstick tube from his hand and applied it to your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead, jaw, chin and nose. eveywhere but his mouth.

“you missed a spot, babe” he said, pouting. “atiny will kill me yunho!” you argued, giggling. “fine, but take your pictures first, then i’ll reward you”

damn those eyes of his.

YEOSANG

you were convinced your boyfriend was an angel. like an actual angel that fell from heaven or something so magestic that you could cry. he wasn’t doing anything special per say, he was simply enjoying the sun on one of the balconies of kq’s building.

few moments earlier yunho had appeared and hugged him suddenly, earning a confused look from yeosang. since the cameras were rolling, you surpressed a laugh. specially when he didn’t notice said cameras, and simply appreciated the hug from one of his members.

when yunho and the cameramen left, yeosang went back to the balcony, returning to the same spot and enjoying the sunlight once again as if nothing happened. he didn’t notice you either! so you decided to sneak up on him from behind and pressed the cold drink you were holding on his face.

“y/n! you surprised me” he exclaimed with wide eyes. you giggled as he took the drink. you kissed his cold cheek in response, and enjoyed the sensation against your lips. so you kissed him again. and again. and once again just in case.

“what’s with everyone today?” he asked, blushing due to your actions, but turned to face you properly. “you are simply so adorable yeo” you said, kissing him on the lips.

he returned the kiss with a smile, blush impossibly more evident.

SAN

“5 minutes until you have to get on stage! get ready!” a staff member yelled. everyone was making the final touches to the outfits, mics, earplugs, makeup, etc.

“darling come here quick! i need my good luck kiss!” san suddenly exclaimed, and you hurried up to him with a big smile on your face. “you don’t need luck san, you always kill it up there” you said, kissing him slightly on the lips.

“give me a proper one! i didn’t even feel that” he argued, bringing you closer with one hand while fixing his earplug with the other.

you rolled your eyes at him and stood on your tippy toes, not wanting to bring him down to your height because a staff member was still finishing the final touches on his pants. you kissed him again, lingering a bit more than the last time.

“that’s more like it” he muttered “but i’d like one more, just for extra precaution”.

“2 minutes everyone! go!” the same staff member from before yelled. the one fixing his pants stood up and left, work done.

you quickly wrapped your hands around him and brought him down to face you. not only did you kiss his lips once more, but also you kissed him all over his face, carefully though as to not ruin his makeup. satisfied, you pulled away and rushed him to the door.

“done, now go! you’ll be late!” you exclaimed, smile not leaving your face. he looked a bit dizzy, a look of longing evident in his eyes. he was, in fact, not satisfied, and wanted more.

“SAN! it’s time!” seonghwa called from nearby. san shook his head and bit his lip.

“thank you for the extra measurements darling” he said before rushing to the stage.

MINGI

“i want to play a game” you said suddenly, sitting up on your shared bed and throwing your phone behind you. mingi looked at you with a raised everybrow, hand pausing the small touches on your leg, but sitting up nonetheless.

“you are like a math genius right?” you asked, smirking, knowing the answer. the questioning look was more evident on his face now. “i like math, i don’t know if i’m a genius though” he said.

“for every right answer you get a kiss. deal?” you asked, getting closer to him and wrapping your legs around his body. his hands immediately let go of the ipad he was holding and instead embraced you, nodding.

“let’s start easy. 6x3?” you asked. “18” he replied, miliseconds after your question. he earned a kiss on his cheek.

“4x5?” you continued. “20, come on baby you said i was a genius, give me a little more”.

you rolled your eyes and gave him another kiss, on his other cheek now. “fine, 6x7?” “42, i said give me more!” he exclaimed. you kissed his forehead.

“okay! okay, 7x8 minus 6?” you asked. he took two seconds at most to think, before replying “50. pay up”. you kissed his neck this time.

“5x9 plus 10 minus 7” you said. “38, you’re making this easy on purpose as an excuse to kiss me right?” he asked, smiling while bringing you even closer to his body. you giggled “maybe, who knows? i like smart people”, you said, kissing him on the lips now.

he immediately kissed you back, deepening the kiss. his hands started caressing the small of your back while your hands flew to his hair, tugging it slightly. after a while, he broke the kiss.

“hey baby?” he asked, pecking your lips. you hummed in response. “the answer i gave you was incorrect, the real one was 48. just tell me you want kisses next time”.

WOOYOUNG

“do you hate me?” wooyoung asked, crossing his arms. you laughed while you finished applying gloss over your lipstick. you looked at him from the mirror, he had a big pout on his face.

“babe you know i don’t but if i kiss you i’ll ruin my lip combo! and i have to leave in like” you stopped to check the time on your phone “7 minutes”.

you were going out tonight with a couple of friends, and ever since you started getting ready wooyoung has been clingy. not in a possesive “don’t go” type of way, he just genuinely enjoyed your presence. when you started applying your lipstick, he was entranced by how good the color looked on your lips. which led to him asking for a kiss. reason why, you now have a pouty wooyoung standing crossed armed behind you.

“enough time for kisses! you can apply your gloss again later” he said, caging you between the vanity and himself the moment you stood up from your seat. you turned around and rolled your eyes. “i’ll kiss you later! promise!”

“nooo, i need one kiss now or else i’ll die!” he said dramatically, earning a genuine laugh from you. his face came closer to you, and brushed his nose against yours “please?” he begged.

you can’t say no, not to him at least. you kissed his lips lightly, as to not ruin your lipstick too much. it was enough to leave a faint mark though. as to what happened next, you just couldn’t help yourself: you started kissing all over his face, definitely ruining the lip combo you worked so hard on. but he just looked so pretty with that color all over his beautiful face!

once you were done with him, wooyoung checked himself on the mirror and smirked. “tell your friends you’ll be late, i want to see how this color looks on other parts of my body”.

JONGHO

it wasn’t a normal sight to wake up from your nap alone, and find out that your boyfriend left your side to cook. in fact, you could count the times you saw him cooking with one hand, and it was usually food yeosang asked for.

the smell that came out from whatever he was cooking was amazing though, momentarily making you forget he was even there in the first place. but of course, not for long, since you had a clear view of him chopping some carrots while looking extremely attractive. how can this be possible? you asked yourself. never in your life had you felt so atteacted to someone who was cutting vegetables.

you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his neck. “that smells amazing love” you said between kisses.

“oh you’re awake? i thought i’d have to wake you up myself” he replied, pecking your lips before returning to the carrots. he also tasted heavenly, and it was just a small peck. so you turned his face back to you again, and kissed him deeper, your tongue tasting his lips more.

“the taste is so good too jongho, you should cook more often” you said, breaking the kiss and pecking his cheek. he started blushing, hard and unable to say anything back. every time you both kissed left him speechless.

“thank you” he managed to say. so you did what everyone should do when your partner is a blushy adorable mess: you started kissing him everywhere. cheeks, lips, nose, neck, shoulders, everywhere you could reach.

“yeah i think i should cook more often” he managed to say again in between your kisses, forgetting about the vegetables and the simmering pot, while wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to keep doing your mischief.

[lanaclarke]

g.clarke bf headcanons<3

writes you little notes.

You’ll find a Post-it stuck to your laptop screen that just says, “ur bum looked mad cute this morning” and then another one in your coat pocket that reads “hope today’ kind to you. love u. don’t forget to eat” that he had wrote before he left to record a video. He acts like he’s not sentimental, but you’ve caught him scribbling one with his back turned more than once.

yaps at night 100%.

Crawls into bed at 1:43am and suddenly goes, “Do you think we were always meant to find each other?” He’ll lie there tracing your hand with his fingers while asking terrifyingly vulnerable questions like “Do you think love ever really dies?”

always touching you somehow.

It’s subtle, but constant. His foot nudging yours under the table. His hand low on your back when you're out. Always reaching for your pinky when you're sitting close. He never says it aloud, but it grounds him - makes him feel like you're real and his and here.

pda.

He’s not a huge PDA guy. Doesn’t love drawing attention. But when no one’s really looking, he’ll sneak a kiss to your temple, tug you by the hand, squeeze your fingers three times like it means something. And it always does.

worships you.

He looks at you like you’re the most ridiculous, beautiful miracle to ever exist. If you’re upset, he’ll drop everything - everything. Kneels in front of you, holds your face in his hands, and says things like “Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything, you know that.” He never makes you feel too much. Only wanted. Only everything.

loves you in his videos + streams.

If you're not in the actual video, you're the mysterious voice he talks to off-camera - the one who makes him laugh in the middle of a take. He’ll drag you into frame sometimes just to say hi, or kiss your head on stream like it’s casual. “That’s my girl,” he’ll say offhandedly while you bring him a snack mid-recording, and the chat goes feral.

honestly shows you off to his friends.

They all know about you. He brags without bragging. Tells them stories that start with “she said the funniest thing the other day…” and ends with everyone cracking up. Pulls you into his side at parties like you’re his best-kept treasure, and then immediately says “You lot don’t deserve to talk to her, she’s too fit. Actually get away.”

lets you sit in his lap while he edits or games.

Even if it’s awkward. Even if he can’t reach his keyboard properly. If you come over and just sort of stand near him while he’s working, he’ll wordlessly pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around your waist like it’s a reflex. Mumbles things like, “You’re distracting. Don’t stop though.”

uses your skincare stuff and pretends he doesn’t.

You’ll notice your nice cleanser running out too quickly, or catch a whiff of your serum on his face. He’ll deny it like, “Don’t even know what serum is. Sounds fake.” But he glows differently after spending the night at yours.

Gets all soft and clingy in bad weather.

Rainy day? He’s wrapping himself around you like a blanket. Thunderstorm? He’s lying in bed with you, voice sleepy, mumbling things like “Kinda romantic though, innit?” Something about grey skies makes him want to stay home and hold you all day.

Hugs you like he means it. Every time.

He doesn’t do half-hearted hugs. He pulls you in full-body, arms tight around your waist, chin resting on your head. Sometimes he squeezes you without warning, mid-convo, like he suddenly remembered how much he loves you. When he lets go, it’s always reluctantly.

Whispers dumb little “I love you”s when you’re half asleep.

He doesn’t say it constantly, but he says it well. In the dark. While stroking your hair. While tracing your fingers. In the lull between laughter. And sometimes when you’re already asleep, he’ll kiss your cheek and whisper it anyway - soft, like a secret just for you.

[bbokicidal]

8 : 3 0 | B . C H

── .✦ content warning : fem!reader, flirting, pinv (unprotected), light bondage, spanking, choking, "good girl, sweet girl" etc used

Stray Temptations ; Bbokicidal 4K Event Proposal : Champagne Room Session Staff Member Requested : Christopher Bang Meeting Time: 8:30 PM ; Sunday Evening

I actually attempted to switch up my format a tiny bit; I usually write in longer paragraphs but I broke it up into more individual sentences so if you have any thoughts on that (if you like it or not) please lmk!

[Location : Main Office : 4:15 PM]

“Boss man,” The Director enters the office with a soft sigh falling from her lips. The demeanor immediately seems to make the man in front of her think that something had gone awry. Regardless, he offers a polite smile and allows his hands to fold together in front of himself on the desk. 

“Maxine,” He greets, his voice low in a purr. “A pleasure to see you - Not often you come to visit the office.”

Her breathing hitches for a moment before she laughs, sliding a paper out from her clipboard and settling it on the desk between their bodies. She pushes it towards him, the movement slow and deliberate. “Not often I have to; You have a private meeting request.” She watches the man’s eyes widen in delight as he reads over the paper, taking it between his hands to lift it closer.

“She didn’t specify a time,” He quips curiously, looking up at the other with a quirk of his brow.

Maxine nods, cocking her own brow at him in response. “Which is why I need you to give me a time so I can let her know when to show,” She smiles. “Please?”

Chris’ smile only stretches wider at the way the director asks so nicely; That was what got people what they wanted around here - Polite, sweet, soft demeanors that didn’t clash but rather molded well with his own that was far more… stern, one could say. “Tell her the session will begin at 8:30. You can go ahead and put us in Room Two.” His arm extends to offer the paper back to the woman and she hums as she takes it back into her possession, tucking it firmly against her clipboard once more. 

“Perfect,” She pivots on her heel to leave the office. “I’ll let her know.~”

[Location : Room Two : 8:29 PM]

The room was heavy with red. Chris had already taken a seat on one of the burgundy leather couches that was perched against the far wall. A bed sat nearby with black velvety sheets and a few pillows for you to melt into - some smaller or wider than others that were meant to support other parts of the body.

He’d settled back against the couch with a black button up adorning his body, tucked into slacks that hugged his hips and thighs just right and they all but practically begged you to take a seat on top of them. With a cocktail slowly swirling in one hand, his eyes wander over your form and drink in the view before you even have a chance to step into the room.

“I didn’t quite expect an Angel to be the one requesting me for the evening,” he hummed, his tone dripping with desire and sin. He shifts where he sits, slowly bringing himself to sit up a bit straighter - while one leg tossed over the other and made the chain wrapped around his right hip rattle.

You finally take a step into the room, the velvet curtain separating you from the outside world dropping heavy behind you to conceal the actions soon locked inside. “Are you.. disappointed?”

His lips pulled into a heavy smirk, one cheek even dimpling under the weight of his ego. “Absolutely not. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. I wouldn’t even think to utter a complaint in your direction.”

The compliment makes your skin prickle, goosebumps chasing your veins. Such a handsome man uttering a compliment so heavy would make anyone with sense flustered. Your steps are slow - teasing in a way - as you make your way closer to the man. His eyes wander so openly over your body, dragging over every curve and watching the way your dress slid over the bare skin beneath it.

You hum, your lips pulling carefully into a soft smile that felt so surely different than his own which was darker - promising nothing but desire. “Do you often have people asking you for private sessions? I imagine you’re a very busy man, Mr. Bang.”

Chris sighs out slowly at the question. “Every so often, yes. Though lately it’s becoming a rare occurrence given how busy I’ve been managing a few of the newer staff members. Making sure they’re up to par.” 

“Only the best for your clients.”

His voice comes out in a purr at the way you catch on so perfectly. “Absolutely.”

Chris watches as your hand rests against the armrest he leans into, your palm slowly stroking up the leather towards his body. His gaze follows along every move you make; The way you lean down closer towards him and the way he gets a brief glimpse down the front of your dress. Something about his gaze hints to you that he’s letting you tease him for now - but it likely won’t last long.

Something bold stirs in your chest - begs you to speak - dares you to ask. “Are you afraid to touch me?”

“No,” Chris answers. His tone is confident and heavy with assurance. You know he isn’t lying.

“Then why haven’t you?” He feels your breath waft against the side of his face and down the expanse of his throat with you so close to him.

His glass meets the end table beside the couch with a soft clink. “I’m afraid that when I do,” Chris starts, his voice lowering further as one hand comes up to meet the swell of your hip. Simply resting; No guidance. “I won’t stop until I’ve knocked that pretty little attitude out of you.”

Your hips meet his own, body flush against the owner’s as you slide into his lap. You don’t ask for permission nor do you wait for him to guide you there but rather do it on your own and you can tell by his expression that you catch him by surprise.

“I’d hope you wouldn’t let me down.”

The hand against your hip tightens its hold, pulls you impossibly close while the other slides around to your back and threads into your hair. He pulls, fingers fisted tight to your head to keep a firm grip on you and keep you under his control. “You should be a bit more careful,” He hums against your skin, growling near the end when he begins to speak again. “I’m afraid I may lose control when it comes to you.”

As if that wasn’t exactly what you craved.

His eyes drag up your form, glaring up at the way you’re perched slightly above him while sitting in his lap. His gaze is heavy - hot - like a predator staring down its prey in an attempt to scare it into submission. ”I’m not playing games,” Chris purrs, his lips barely brushing the bare expose of your throat. “If we’re doing this - You’re mine for the next hour, and if you need to slow down you need to tell me.”

You nod, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the way he speaks to you. All that control you had earlier - the way you strut into the room as if you owned the place - gone.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back to get you to comply. “I need you to use your words, angel.”

You choke, gasping out at the sudden pull. “Yes-! I understand, I – I want it!”

His lips were on yours before you could comprehend it and respond; His tongue licking into your mouth like he not only owned the club you sat in but your body, as well. Chris let his hand fall from your hair, meeting the hip opposite the one he already held so he could guide you to grind down against him. His hips rolled up to meet your own half way and it pulled a whine from you, muffle and drowning against his tongue.

“Look at you,” Chris breathes out with a chuckle, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. “So desperate already for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” The way he stands - and lifts you at the same time - proves he’s just as strong as you’d suspected. He carries you to the bed just to the side, laying you down with care over the velvet sheets and gently pushing your body further up the mattress to get you closer to where he wants you; Needs you.

“Work with me, baby.” He purrs the words as his hands slide along your arms, gently pulling them above your head to get you situated. The black leather restraints are hooked to the headboard and keep you in place as he fastens them around your wrists. He leaves them just loose enough so you feel safe - He wants you comfortable above anything else.

Chris lets his head tip down to peer at you, hovering above your pliant body resting in the soft sheets, the mattress that dips beneath your weight. “All of that attitude,” He whispers, chuckling at the way you blink up at him in awe. “And yet here you are - Shaking and desperate for me like the good girl you truly are.”

Your thighs snap together beneath his weight, the words dripping from sin that come from his mouth making the warmth between your legs all the more hot.

“Oh,” Chris glances down, watching your thighs tremble briefly when he peeks at them. He chuckles, his eyes dragging back upward to meet your own. “You liked that, didn’t you? Being praised - Told you’re a good girl. You like behaving, is that it?”

Your breathing hitches as you gasp, feeling his fingers curl into the top of your dress to tug it down. He looks pretty pleased with himself at catching you off guard just the way you had done to him earlier. “Yes – Yes, God, I love it –”

His thumbs circle your nipples as slow as he can control himself, teasing and palming at your breasts before his mouth follows suit. He sucks marks into your skin that threaten to linger for darks, biting at the swell of your chest and snarling when the mark he leaves isn’t dark enough for his liking before he dives in for more.

The craving to have your hands on his body grows and you pull your hands down. Or, attempt to. The restraints keep you secured to the headboard, the chains rattling with the desire to feel him up.

Chris looks up, his tongue sliding over your chest slowly before he speaks. “Do you feel that?” You’re almost certain he means the way his hand slides between your legs, your dress hiking up towards your hips as his fingers push at the fabric of your panties. “That ache?” He chuckles, “Hm; I could be mean and make you tell me how badly it hurts to not have me inside of you yet but, I suppose I’ll be nice.” In all honesty he’s not sure he can control himself for long enough to have you ramble about how badly you want him.

A soft whimper falls from your throat as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, pushing the lace over his knuckles and stroking over your lips deliberately slowly. A tease of a man.

“Goodness,” Chris chuckles, biting into his lip at the feeling of your slick smothering his fingertips. “Soaked already? For me?~” He breathes out at the way your hips buck upwards, aching for more - aching for him to just dip his fingers into your slit and prod at your entrance. Just to fill you up a little.

His head dips down so his lips can brush over your throat, kissing at the skin so carefully that it contradicts the way his hand dips further against you and his fingers spread you open as if exposing you to the world. God - He wouldn’t be able to handle it if anyone else had been in the room. He knows it’s selfish but he wants you for his eyes only. 

“Tell me,” He huffs out the words, eyes narrowing. “Tell me who owns you. For the next hour, babygirl. Say it.”

Your whimpers don’t go unheard, the sounds flooding from your lips making Chris wish he had undressed already. “You do,” Your voice catches in your throat. “You do, Chris - I’m all yours.”

“That’s right, sweet girl. All mine.”

The belt that he wears is slowly pulled undone, his fingers skilled and quick with it before he’s climbing to position himself between your thighs - Which means he has to force them open so he can maneuver the way he wants.He props them up around his hips, sighing out.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll thank me when I’m done. And tomorrow, you’ll wake up wishing you had more.” His voice is low, sounding wrecked in a way that made your body shudder beneath his weight. Chris’ gaze stayed on your expression - watching it twist with desire and want like he was branding the sight of you into his brain to keep forever; To keep for later use, maybe. You most certainly wouldn’t be a client he would just forget when the time was up.

His body perches closer to yours, elbow digging into the sheets near your head as he whispers. “You like to be used like a toy, don’t you, sweet girl? You want to feel like this is your only purpose which is why you came to me.”

The head of his cock, thick and leaking already circles your entrance as he sighs out. His body aches for more but he manages to keep his control for the time being, wanting to leave you going crazy with the way he teased but never pushed further. Not yet, at least.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl.”

Your breathing falls short as your back arches up off of the sheets. “Yes –” You gasp, “Yes. I love it.”

Maybe it was the way you whimpered or the way the words coming from your lips felt so gentle and sweet compared to his own; But something in Chris snaps. His palm meets your thigh in a sharp slap, your skin swelling with pink as a whine falls from your throat. Those pretty sounds - He couldn’t get enough of them..

His cock pushes slowly into your walls, inch by inch stretching you wide around his thick length and filling you so full it felt as though your hips might just bust apart. He hums, head tipping back as he watches your expression contort with awe at finally gaining some relief. “Good girl,” He breathes out the words. “Look at you - Fuck, you feel so good. Like your pretty little pussy was made just for me to ruin.”

Your wrists turn in the restraints, a moan wracking from your chest at the way his cock kisses your cervix and makes you see stars.

“You requested a meeting with me because you wanted it rough, right?” Chris quips in a softer tone, his voice barely above a whisper as his cock pulls out of you in a torturously slow drag. His hands settle around your hips, keeping you braced against the black sheets of the bed. “I suppose if that’s what you want, it’s what you should receive.” After all - He aimed to satisfy.

His hips pivot, slamming back into your own.

Your back pushes off of the warm sheets sticking to your bare shoulders as sweat grows, clinging to your skin and making you whine in both disgust at the feeling and awe at the way he slams into you; Pounding into your pussy until your body was buzzing with adrenaline and the need to feel his cum flooding out of you when it was all over.

You barely register one of his hands sliding away from your hip, gripping tight to your throat to keep you held down so he has an easier time fucking into you.

“Look at you,” His words leave him in a deep growl, his lips brushing against your own but never giving you the satisfaction of a proper kiss. “So compliant - Such a good girl.”

Your eyes rolled back as you cried, mouth dropping open when his cock rubbed over the gummy sweet spot tucked against your walls. “Yes – Fuck, yes-!”

His hand slipped away from your throat to grip back at your hip, pulling your lower half up towards his own so he could sit on his knees and quicken his pace. He wastes no time in moving you the way he wants, his hand leaving your body one more time to slap your ass.

“What a good girl. Laying there and taking it so perfect - Just like you were made for this.”

Your thighs shake against his body, pushing in against his hips before he lifted a hand to push them down and back open. 

“What’s that for?” He coos, biting into his plump lower lip as he looks down at you. “Don’t tell me - Are you going to come already?”

You nod, whimpering out some inaudible words that slur together into something close to, ‘Can’t take it.’

“Not without asking, you’re not.” Chris breathes heavy, his fingers finding your chin and gripping tight to make you look up at him.

Your gasps are incoherent, choking on every breath that floods into and out of your lungs. “Please,” You beg, “Please – Please let me –” You whine, your words fumbling and turning into near screams as his thrusts become something close to… punishing.

“Go ahead,” Chris huffs out the words, “Come on my cock. Soak the sheets - Make them all wish they were in your place.”

You were lucky he had chosen to restrain you with the way your body jolted as your orgasm hit, thighs tightening over his hips. Chris feels lucky, himself, to see such a beauty this way - A perfect depiction of the utmost pleasure right in front of his very eyes as he filled you up as well. Oh, to have you squirting on his cock again would be a dream come true.

And then everything falls… quiet.

The bass from the music playing in the club still thrums outside of the room and it almost surprises you how well the velvet curtains hide it away. You hadn’t even noticed it during sex.

Everything feels soft for a moment. Chris takes the time to release you from the restraints, your arms coming down to rest against the sheets and relax the muscles that had gone tight in your shoulders. And when he speaks, your entire being melts into his existence.

“You were incredible,” He whispers, his head tucked down so he could litter soft kisses over your shoulders and over your throat. “You were perfect.”

With your wrists now free from the leather restraints, you could easily reach up and touch him as much as you wanted - But your body fights against your will and continues to lay relaxed against the bed. He’d thoroughly ruined you just like you had wanted him to.

There’s a small break in time where Chris retrieves a packet of wipes from the nightstand to clean you up. He wipes gently over the marks he had left on your chest and your neck, and over the handprint stinging into your thigh. He sits aside now, rolling you with a gentle touch and the utmost care onto your side so he can properly get a look at you now that you’re a bit more clear in the head. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you,” He whispers, dropping the wipe in the trash bin before reaching to tuck a bit of your hair back away from your face.

“No,” You’re quick to reassure, voice softer than before - maybe a bit raspy. “It was everything I dreamed of when I made the appointment with you.”

Chris hums, his lips slowly quirking into a soft smile. That was what he wanted to hear; Another client satisfied under his care.

The moment is interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. Tucked away on the nightstand, he reaches for it and flips it over to look at the notification that had popped up. The sigh that escapes him is more than telling.

He’d stayed under the hour time limit but - Duty calls. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take my leave,” Chris looks back to you, tipping his head as if silently asking if you’ll be alright on your own.

You smile, speaking after a moment of quiet. “Maybe I’ll ask for you again in the future.”

Chris’ expression is soft as he chuckles. “There’s snacks in the nightstand drawer if you’d like them, and water just outside the door. Help yourself to anything you need and take your time.” He stands from the bed, adjusting his button up that had never left his body before he started for the curtain. The velvet is pulled back and he disappears behind it, leaving you alone to eventually take your leave.

You slowly roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as your fingers carefully maneuver over your body to fix the way your dress sits. The scent of his cologne still washes over you and you know you’ll have to come back again sometime.

Just for him.

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[flwrkid14]

omg what about rockstar Danny who has this huge concert and the Wayne family gets tickets so they all go but Danny and Tim have been dating for a few months and Danny was able to break all of Tim’s walls. So we have a petty and pissed off danny who thinks Tim should abandon the bat family and join Team Phantom. In his last song for the night he plays “Cupid’s Chokehold” by Gym class heroes and reveals their relationship when it gets to “Take a look at my girlfriend” at 1:07 and batfamily is just shocked. Anyways no pressure, just thought it’d be a fun ask. Take your time and prioritize yourself!

hi anon! tysm for the ask <3 and wow this is such a brilliant idea! though it was a little tricky to convey in writing.. but I hope you like it!

The Wayne family gets tickets to the concert of the year—Danny Fenton, rockstar enigma, the ghostlight darling of the music world, is performing live in Gotham.

He’s known for a few things. One: his stage presence is unearthly. Two: he’s never once done an interview. Three: every song he writes sounds like it was bled out of someone’s soul.

(And Four: no one really knows who his music is about. The love songs, the heartbreak, the fury—it’s all so personal and yet so vague. A mystery Gotham’s tabloids would kill to solve.)

So when Bruce hands out the tickets, it’s treated like a normal outing. A night off. A nice show.

Tim doesn’t say much. Just, “Yeah. Sounds good.”

And for most of the show, it is good.

Danny is electrifying. His voice hits like a tidal wave and his lyrics—god, the lyrics. Furious things wrapped in velvet; love songs that ache like broken ribs. Songs about being pushed aside. Being invisible. Giving and giving until there’s nothing left.

Cass tilts her head, listening harder. Dick glances at Tim, who’s sitting very, very still. Bruce doesn’t notice anything yet—too distracted by the crowd. Jason is squinting at Danny like he’s seen a ghost.

And then it starts.

The final song.

A new one. Unreleased.

“I wasn’t gonna play this one,” Danny says, voice sharp with something bitter under the surface. “But I think I changed my mind.”

He nods at the band. They start playing.

The melody is upbeat—light, familiar. It’s Cupid’s Chokehold. People cheer. Some move to the melody.

And then—

Take a look at my girlfriend… She’s the only one I got…

Danny’s eyes flicker, sharp and glowing. His smile twists.

Not much of a girlfriend— I never seem to get a lot…

He stops singing for just a beat. Lets the music carry. Lets the tension build.

Then, clear as a bell:

Take a look at my boyfriend—

Spotlight.

It slams onto the VIP balcony. Onto Tim. Who freezes like a deer in the headlights.

He’s the only one I got.

The entire arena goes silent for half a second.

And then it erupts.

People are screaming. Phones come out. Tim is suddenly the most photographed man in Gotham. Jason shouts. Dick physically chokes on air. Steph screams “I KNEW IT!” while Cass just beams.

And Bruce? Bruce is staring at the stage like the math isn't mathing.

Danny doesn’t stop. He leans in.

He sings the rest of the song with so much love it’s almost cruel—every lyric like a thread being pulled.

He rewrites a few lines on the fly, just subtle enough:

She gets out when she wants ‘cause she’s strong like that He doesn’t need a cape, doesn’t need a mask— He’s already saved me just by being who he is.

And it’s not just a love song.

It’s a declaration. A confession. And, if you’re listening closely, an accusation.

Because every heartbreak song that came before it—the ones filled with rage and soft, splintering grief—suddenly make sense.

They weren’t just about some vague lost lover.

They were about Tim. And the family that never really saw him.

All that fury? That loneliness? That ache that threaded Danny’s albums?

It was theirs. Their behavior, their neglect, their silence. Turned into art. Turned into fire.

And Danny—Danny Fenton, whose voice can shake the world—just handed it back to them, live onstage, with a kiss blown to the boy sitting under the spotlight.

Tim covers his face with one hand. He’s laughing and crying and blushing hard.

Danny’s last note rings out, final and sharp. And the lights go out.

Backstage, later:

Tim shoves into Danny’s dressing room like a man possessed. “What was that?”

Danny’s taking off his mic pack, cool as ever. “Soft launch,” he says. “Or maybe the opposite.”

“You just outed us to the whole city.”

Danny shrugs. “They deserved to know.”

Tim sighs. Collapses into him. “You’re impossible.”

Danny kisses his temple. “You’re mine.”

And Tim—who clings to Danny like he was stitched into him—doesn’t disagree. He just holds on tighter.

Because the bats might be his family, sure.

But Danny? Danny’s home.

[heartsforseo]

Straw hats with a member/ S/o who still sleeps with plushies.

A/n: so I’ve been gone for almost 2 months but shhh I got some motivation now😼😼. PLUS I got this inspo from reading something somewhere. SO TY FOR GIVING ME THE THINGY TO WRITE AGAIN. request=open requested: <yes> <no> wc:970 ft: the straw hats (excluding chopper) warning: ??

⭑Luffy honestly wouldn’t care. If he ever crashes into your room (girls' room) and sleeps on your bed, he’d even shove the stuff toys away.

⭑When he sees your pouting/sad face he’d be clueless and continue whining for you to hop on the bed with him.

⭑When you finally told him why you were mad, he just tilted his head and let out a LONG sigh

⭑Would use his gum-gum abilities and get all your stuffy back in the bed (while groaning. He does NOT want to share)

⭑Speaking of sharing, why coddle a plushie when you have Luffy? Would def get jealous and maybe even tear one of them.

⭑P.s. He did…

⭑Zoro, just like Luffy, couldn’t be bothered. He’d probably think of it as a design at first. I mean, a pirate sleeping with plushies??? That’s rare

⭑But as the creator said, everyone in the crew is a weird person. So, here you are—in your room. Shock and in awe.

⭑Believe it or not, Zoro was sleeping with one of your plushies (that looked like a reindeer…)

⭑He had always denied sleeping next/with them. (Only if you convinced him enough, he’d let out a groan but still follow)

⭑You’d have to tease him about it now. I mean, Zoro sleeping before you??? Shocking with that 3 hrs sleep schedule.

⭑And a certain chef might’ve heard what you’ve said and used it against a certain swordsman…

⭑Nami, would even tax the poor plushies:~((

⭑Jokes aside, she’ll think of it as cute and nice decorations. They’re cuddly, colorful, and good for distress.

⭑But sometimes there’s a limit. She couldn’t even sleep on her OWN bed cuz of how many you got.

⭑Would roll her eyes when she saw you pout and give you a 35% discount.

⭑To help you get “rid” (as she says) of plushies, she’ll take a mini tangerine and place it on her work desk.

⭑Now she talks to it after dinner, drawing the map of the world.

⭑Ussop I’d say would make a story about how he once traveled to a stuffed toy island.

⭑Everything there was colorful, soft, and cuddly! He’d even point at one of your plushies and say he met them on the island!

⭑Your plushie would just stare and stare and stare… Until Ussop had to let out a fake cough and do his other stuff.

⭑He’d ask for your permission to get one of your plushies for support. (You said yes ofc).

⭑Now, whenever he has to modify Nami’s weapon/ whenever he’s alone from the group—he’ll hold the small plushie tightly and hug it, waiting for ideas to pop up.

⭑Sanji the beigest of them all. I could see Sanji:

⭑1) getting jealous about it. You have a whole husband in front of you. And you’re picking the plushie to cuddle…THAN HIM?!

⭑Would give the plushie dirty stares (especially if it was given by someone not him/by his crew)

⭑When you’re doing something else, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your neck.

⭑He’d give the plushie a smirk and laugh a bit. (Nurse gising na po sya)

⭑OR

⭑2) Sanji would write that down in his “All about Y/n!” Notebook and put hearts all over it.

⭑He would give you plushies, and on every island you visit, he insists on getting you at least one stuffed animal.

⭑Would even sculpt one of his foods as your plushie.

⭑Plus he’d get all giddy iddy when he sees you coddling the plushie he bought. It’s really satisfying to see when the person you love appreciates what they give you.

⭑Robin would let out a smile and maybe even tease you (when she's feeling it)

⭑Might get jealous when you're spending more of your time with them. She's your crew member and s/o, you should focus on her!

⭑She once woke up with your back in front of her, and you were cuddling your plushie.

⭑Sad to say you couldn't find your stuffies for a week… :(

⭑But Robin was there for you!

⭑In the end, it was a win-win situation!

⭑FRANKY FOUND IT CUTE CUTE CUTE.

⭑While you were worrying about how he'll react (unknowingly to you, he already found out and named one of them cola jr.) Franky already made a small plushie (robot) that does the SUPEERRRRRRR with him.

⭑When he saw you sad that one of your plushies got teared up, he'd secretly take it and repatch it (w/h metal scraps)

⭑Would sweat when you confronted him about it, and even DENY IT.

⭑"Franky you're the only one I know that'd use metal scraps for repair…"

⭑"Oh."

⭑Brook is a cutie patootie.

⭑He already knows what you like, from the panties you wear to the plushies you like!

⭑Would make one of those and have some delightful little tea parties. If you're too occupied to join in, why not let your mini-version take part instead?

⭑Anyways, if you'd ever show him a soul king merch/plushie. HE'D FLY OVER THE MOONN.

⭑He didn't know they were selling those! Especially when the cane he has can be removed and shown as a knife.

⭑Our good boy Jinbe.

⭑While on his trip, he saw a lot of them. But of course wouldn't bother to buy one.

⭑I mean, you're on a business trip for sake. And a pirate should always be ready and need no time for aesthetics.

⭑Well, that's what he thought BEFORE he met you. When he saw your room he was SHOOK

⭑How did you have time for all of this? How were you gonna sleep? How will you keep them clean?

⭑Many thoughts were roaming in his head. But when he saw your adoring smile, he made up his mind and would do anything to make you happy.

⭑Even keeping your plushies clean.

A/n: I hope you all enjoyed it. nd sorry for the almost 2-month break.

[sleepyjuice]

patience is a virtue - jj maybank

Summary: you finally get on birth control, which means you and jj finally get to raw dog it, whoop

Warnings: 18+!!!!!!!! SMUT, p in v sex (reader is on birth control but theoretically both parties are tested and clean and exclusively sleeping with each other), little bit of praise kink, cream pie, fluff? soft jj <3

wc: 2771 wtf 🫣

A/N: so I decided to start writing again and then this happened lol. I’m probably rusty and this is my first time writing for jj so I hope it’s okay and y’all enjoy!!!<3

Jj had been counting down the days until your doctor's appointment. You were finally getting on birth control, the arm implant, to be specific. You had done your research, as well as an initial consultation with your doctor to go over all of your options and decided that the ‘one and done’ route would be the best for you.

You and jj had been together for a little over a year, using condoms every time you had sex. As much as you both liked the security of you not getting pregnant, you both wanted more, you both craved more. Not only that, but you had irregular and horribly painful periods and when your doctor mentioned that being on birth control could stop your periods, that was more than enough to convince you to take that step.

The day finally came, though, and jj insisted on driving you to your appointment, ignoring your assurance that it was a quick and easy procedure.

“jj, it’s not like I’m getting put under for a major surgery or something, it’ll probably be only like ten minutes. No medicine or anything.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt. There was no changing his mind.

jj rolled his eyes as he started up the twinkie, already having made arrangements with john b over a week ago to let him borrow the van.

“I know, baby, but this is a big moment, wanna be there for you.” He said with a grin, pulling onto the road and starting towards your doctor’s office.

“Well, I appreciate it. I honestly think you’re more excited than I am.” You giggled, glancing over at your boyfriend as you pulled your hair up into a ponytail.

“Now what makes you say that?” He teased, knowing damn well he had this appointment marked in his phone calendar and his extra ass even drew a dick and a smiley face on your little desk calendar you had.

You had arrived shortly after, and just as you predicted, the whole appointment only took about ten minutes and was pretty painless. jj waited in the car for you to be done, smiling ecstatically at you once he saw you make your way out the office doors and towards the twinkie.

“How was it? Did it hurt?” He asked as soon as you got into the car, looking at your arm that was now wrapped in a bright pink bandage.

You shook your head, leaning across the seat to softly kiss your boyfriend, his hands finding your hair first before slowly trailing down your body to rub on your thighs as he deepened the kiss. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, so you pulled away with a laugh.

“Nope, nope, don’t even think about it. This thing doesn’t start working for seven days.” You told him, smiling innocently at him as you watched his face drop. You swore all the light in his eyes left his body for a second. He was so dramatic.

You were obviously disappointed too. It would have been nice to go straight home and have what would probably be the best sex of your life right away. But then you would have to go and buy a Plan B, and then this would all be for nothing.

“Now what the fuck? How are they gonna call this shit modern medicine but that shit doesn’t start working for a week?” jj scoffed, one of his hands still resting on your thigh while his other raised to softly graze your bandage, “like, they put a whole ass stick in your arm. What’s it even doing for these seven days? Just sitting in there doing nothing? They really need to make advancements to this shit.” he rambled on, but he couldn’t help but start laughing once you did.

“You are the most dramatic person I have ever met. We just gotta wait it out. Although, with all this anticipation, hopefully you can last more than a minute.” You mumbled the last part, your gaze leaving jj’s as you buckled your seatbelt, knowing he would start huffing over your comment.

And that he did, huffing as he started the car, running his fingers through his hair. “That’s — shut the fuck up. Don’t act like this won’t be torture for you, too.” He mumbled back, backing out of the parking lot and heading towards the chateau.

It had been a long week since your appointment. You and jj had never gone this long without having sex. You could have still used a condom in the meantime, but after a conversation in bed the first night, you had both decided to wait until you could do it raw for the first time. You were struggling, to say the least, but you had more composure than jj did all week.

He wasn’t making it easy though. The way he cuddled against you in bed, his hard dick pressing into your lower back made you crave the feeling of him inside of you. You almost caved multiple times every time he touched you, you just wanted more. But he respected your agreement, even though it was just as torturous for him. Touching your skin, seeing the way the bottom of your ass cheeks stuck out of the bottom of your shorts, all he wanted to do was rip your clothes off and bury himself inside of you. But he could wait, it would be worth it.

It couldn’t have been more perfect timing. Day seven had finally come around and your beautiful and wonderful friends all happened to have plans, which meant you and jj had the chateau to yourselves. It truly felt like a gift from god.

It was late morning, the soft glow of the sun peaking through the sheer blinds of the bedroom jj had made his own had woken you from your sleep. jj was still sleeping soundly next to you, his face pressed against your neck, an arm draped firmly across your waist.

“jay,” you whispered, softly rubbing circles on the back of his neck, your face being close enough to leave soft kisses in his messy blonde hair.

“mm- oh, fuck,” jj rasped, quickly gaining consciousness as he realized it was finally morning. He was so excited to sleep last night because it meant the next day would come quicker. It was like a kid on Christmas Eve. “it’s time?” He lifted his head from your neck, rolling himself over so he was on top of you, his hands holding himself up above your head on the pillow.

“It’s time,” you giggled, reaching up to cup his cheeks, “I’m done being patient. Need you inside me.” You whispered, and at that, jj leaned down, connecting your lips. He wasn’t completely rough, but he wasn’t gentle, and god did you miss this.

Your lips didn’t part from one another as his hands moved their way down your body. His fingers fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt that clad your body, yet another thing making him absolutely feral.

You disconnected to breathe, and so that he could lift your shirt above your head, discarding it on the cluttered floor. You looked up at him, now only in your panties, finding that familiar comfort that lived in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Fuck, missed seeing you like this, baby.” He panted, his breath hot on your skin as he lowered his mouth down to your tits, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple as you gasped, reaching up to entangle your fingers in his hair.

He soon took your whole nipple in his mouth, humming in satisfaction against the warm skin, while also lowering his body to grind his boxer clad dick against your wet center. He was achingly hard, no doubt his boxers were already stained with the precum that was eagerly leaking out of his sensitive tip.

You whimpered softly as he grazed his teeth against your nipple as he sucked sloppily, the feeling of his mouth on you making your center pulsate harder.

“jj, need you, please..” you whined, grinding your hips up against his dick, the fabric beneath the two of you was too much. You needed him.

“Okay, baby, okay,” he breathed, pulling his mouth off of your nipple with a pop, leaving the skin red and wet, “need to taste you first.” He added before scooting down further on the bed, giving himself enough room to pull his shirt over his head and discard it with yours.

He quickly repositioned himself in front of your legs, his ring clad fingers cold on your skin as he pushed your knees apart, sliding his hands up your thighs as he spread your legs. He was met with your underwear which you could feel was soaked, and you were sure it was quite the sight for him to see.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re soaked.” He hummed, palming his hands up and down your thighs until he reached the waistband of your underwear, his fingers not hesitating to pull the fabric down your legs and off of your body completely.

“There she is,” jj smiled at the sight of your pussy before him, running a finger through your wet folds, circling your entrance and sliding it back up to rub torturously slow circles against your clit. He was acting as though your pussy was his best friend who he hadn’t seen in months. Again, he was dramatic.

“Please, jay, fuck, you — you can’t torture me now, ‘s been way too long.” You whined, your eyes shutting for a moment as you clenched around nothing, his touches making your veins feel like fire. You needed something.

“M’kay, baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just missed this. Don’t like not having you for so long.” He finally gave in, lowering his head to finally take you in his mouth, his tongue flicking quickly against your clit as his wet lips closed around it, sucking the sensitive bud in his warm mouth.

You couldn’t hold back the moans that fell from your lips, the feeling of his mouth finally on you mixed with the soft breaths leaving his nose that was pressed against your pelvic bone was everything.

“That’s right, that’s good, yeah? Just what you needed?” He pulled back for only a moment to glance up at you as you nodded quickly in response before his middle finger teased your wet entrance. Without another word, he pushed his finger inside of you, bringing his mouth back on your clit at the same time as he began pumping his finger inside of your tight pussy, not missing the sweet gasp that left your parted lips.

He got a rhythm going as he always did, eventually adding his index finger, stretching your tight walls around his fingers as his mouth moved sloppily against your clit. It was a wet mess already, his chin and fingers completely soaked with your juices, the sound of your moans and his soft praises filled the room as he quickened his pace, bringing you closer to your high.

“I’m close, fuck me, I’m gonna come-“

It took only a few more pumps from jj, the way he curled his fingers perfectly, not missing a beat as your stomach tightened before contracting, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned loudly, reaching forward again to grip tightly onto your boyfriends hair, pulling rather hard as your orgasm took over your body.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he pulled them out, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean as he grinned lovingly at you.

“That’s good, baby, you’re so good for me,” he cooed, leaning down once again to press a sweet kiss onto your sensitive clit, making your breath hitch as you came down from your high. “You ready for me now? Been dreaming of this since I met you.” jj studied your face for any sign of hesitation, brushing a loose strand of hair that had fallen by your eyes.

“I’m ready, please, need to feel you.” You responded rather quickly, wholeheartedly enjoying the foreplay, but this is what you had been waiting for, you were ready to feel him fully.

“I got you, I got you…” he gave a quick kiss to your lips before sitting up and removing his boxers. His cock sprung free, happily unrestricted now, his tip red and swollen, precum now leaking out down his shaft.

You watched as he gave himself a few quick pumps, lubricating himself with his precum before positioning his cock in front of your pussy, gathering your wetness onto his tip before lining himself up with your entrance.

One hand held his cock as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the other holding your bare waist. It was immediate euphoria for the both of you. You both had no idea what utter pleasure had been beneath the thin condom you had grown so accustomed to.

jj paused once he bottomed out, his eyes meeting yours as you nodded profusely for him to keep going. He needed a second, your joke about him not lasting was now fresh on his mind, but he was determined to make this last for the both of you, and he would be damned if he didn’t give you at least one more orgasm.

“Fuck me, Y/N, holy shiiitt you feel so perfect. So perfect for me. Pussy was made for me.” He groaned, taking a deep and shaky breath before he felt like he could begin moving again.

And so he did, his thick cock pushing in and out of you as you desperately reached up to grab the back of his neck, your fingernails digging into the soft skin making his little curses and moans grow louder.

Sex had never felt this good before, no barriers at all, just jj, completely jj. Watching his eyebrows furrow in pure and utter pleasure as his lips parted was sending your stomach into a frenzy and realistically you both knew that this first time going raw wouldn’t last too much longer, but that was okay.

“Love you, love you, feels so good, just— fuck, harder, please, I’m close.” You whined, your pussy clenching around jj’s cock as he quickened his pace, his hand that was holding your waist now moving down to rub at your clit, knowing that was going to do it for you.

“C’mon, baby, let go, yeah? Come for me, fuck — love you so much, so so good..” he praised, his cock hitting your sweet spot so perfectly while his fingers worked tirelessly against your clit, and that was all it took for your orgasm to hit you at full force, showing no mercy as your back arched, your fingers digging even deeper into your boyfriend’s skin. You didn’t even know what words left your mouth as you rode out your high, but you couldn’t care less.

jj’s gaze left your eyes as he looked down at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, juices everywhere, no doubt leaving a mess on the sheets. But the sight of that alone, mixed with the euphoria of being inside of you completely raw, not to mention the way your pussy clenched repeatedly around his cock, that was it for him. He pushed in one last time, his tip hitting deep inside of you as he came, truly inside of you for the first time. Thick spurts of come shot into you as he completely lost his composure, his arms unable to hold him up any longer, collapsing against your bare chest.

“My baby, god, fuck, I love you so much, you’re… ahh, fuck.” jj moaned one last time, needing a moment to catch his breath before he could move again. What felt like forever was only a few seconds, however, and he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, not missing the way you winced at not only the sensitivity but the loss of fullness.

Taking a breath, jj leaned over the side of the bed to grab his t-shirt, gently wiping up his mess that was now spilling out of you. He made a mental note to put a towel down next time, might save a load of laundry, and a shirt.

“You did so good, baby. I’ve never felt so good in my fucking life.” He kissed your swollen lips once he finished wiping you up, smiling tiredly at your sweet post orgasm face, cheeks pink with a small but satisfied little smile on your lips.

“Yeah, no, that was well worth the wait.”

[bbyblumarine]

You’re Like Me – Clark Kent x Reader

Summary:

Clark Kent’s life is the same everyday. But today is a bit different; today he meets you.

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! This is my first time writing in years, so be as nice as you can, and any feedback is so wonderfully appreciated!

<3

Every day was the same for Clark Kent. A mundane and rigid routine, only peppered by small victories such as rescuing cats from thunderous storms, or keeping a bus waiting for old grannies whose legs just can’t keep up like they used to. These things, while minor and insignificant to most, provided the warmth and hope that Clark needed for navigating this confusing world. Since he was a child, his life was one lived by an outcast, a stranger, an oddity; a life where he felt so alone.

And then there was You.

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It was one of his repetitive mornings, a Tuesday where the sunlight would dance in and out of the sunken clouds, opening the world up like curtains to its golden glow. Clark would pour himself a coffee, allowing ample time to truly feel the sun absorb into his skin. Another minor thing, and yet so significant to him.

Like clockwork, on his way to work he’d swing past the haggard beggar sitting opposite his apartment: his name was Joe, a deeply sensitive man who, after a few days of polite chit chat, Clark discovered had a strong penchant for caramel cappuccino’s. So became part of his sorry little routine where he would, of course, drop down one caramel cappuccino on his way back from work.

Today, he reached into his pocket to fish out his ten dollar note reserved, always, for Joe.

However, this moment in time proved to be unlike the others, for as Clark bent down to stuff his change into the cap, he just so happened to slam head first into another person. Clark was still upright, frazzled and embarrassed at causing a scene, and immediately began babbling as he attempted to help the other person up.

“God, I’m so so sorry– are you okay? That was my bad, I wasn’t watching where I was–” his words catch in his throat with your hand held firmly in his. You’re still on the floor, the coffee from your cup splattered all over your denim jacket. Amongst all of Clark’s instant self deprecation, a small peeking thought threatened to burst into something so colossal: you are an angel. It’s cheesy, it’s pathetic, it’s a thought Clark had never even stumbled upon not once in his life. Yet he just couldn’t help thinking it, with his frantic eyes locked on yours. Maybe it’s the way your smile never once left your face when falling through thin air, or maybe the musical laugh that spluttered out your mouth when you noticed the mess painted across your shirt - or maybe it’s the fact you’re carrying a coffee cup that’s from the same place Clark would frequent, as he realised that you must be visiting it for the same reason as him. For Joe.

You were still giggling as Clark pulled you up. Your eyes were soft, and forgiving, deeper than any of Earth’s seven seas.

“Yeah man, don’t stress it,” you reassured Clark, subconsciously fixing your jacket sleeve. You turned to Joe, who had been watching this unfold with deep amusement. “Sorry Joe, looks like this coffee wasn’t meant to be. Reckon you can wait while I head back for another?”

Before Joe even had a chance to open his mouth, Clark had already sheepishly butted in.

“No, please… Allow me,” Clark pleaded, his hand pulled to his chest in a show of apology. “I’ve just knocked you down like the klutz I am, let me pay for this one.”

Clark’s heart fluttered as you eyed him, scanning his intentions for what feels like forever. Then comes that smile again, the corners of your lips tilted like nothing bad could ever matter in your world.

“Well, looky, Joe. Aren’t you glad you got two admirers? Not only do you have me buying you a drink, but you have this poor man buying me buying you a drink,” you leaned back with the heartiest laugh Clark had ever heard, his heart swelling as he watched this beautifully quirky human with such pride. All he could think about in this moment is how he wanted you to be his. He couldn’t fathom right now letting someone as carefree, someone as emotionally rich as you pass him by. He’s not letting you go.

As if you could read his thoughts, you tilt your head to the side and gesture in the opposite direction.

“Well come on, now, specs. Life won’t wait for you.”

With that, you began walking back to the coffee shop with such resolve, like you knew you wouldn’t have to wait for him to follow. You were right, he was on your toes before he had another chance to think.

He wasn’t letting you go.

[aventurineswife]

Is it getting sent? Its not? Just trying in case. I sent the same thing twice because i thought it didnt send..my internet is just bad, anyways in case it wasnt sent, in case you want an idea, my idea is to knit a sweater to them while they are on a work trip and their reaction to that once they are back.

“Both your hands in the hole of my sweater” | Part 1

Summary: While your partner is away on a work trip, you, as their beloved partner, spent the time knitting them a sweater. Upon their return, they’re met with the surprise of a handmade gift.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Sweet Gestures, Knitting, Work Trip, Homecoming, Surprise Gift, Cozy Moments, Light Romance.

A/N: DON'T WORRY ANON!! I GOT YOUR REQUEST AND IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES!😭 BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST, ITS SO CUTEE!! 🤭 HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!🫶 KEEP THEM COMING!! I LOVE WRITING AND READING ABOUT THEM🤭

Part 2, Part 3

Blade

When Blade returned, he found a neatly wrapped box on the table, a card with his name written in elegant strokes beside it. He stared at it for a while, the ordinary sight feeling so foreign in his chaos-filled world. Carefully, he picked up the card, reading your short, heartfelt note.

Inside, folded with care, was a dark sweater, thick and soft to the touch, the colors subtly resembling the night sky. His fingers brushed over the stitches, a strange warmth spreading through him as he realized you'd made this by hand, stitch by careful stitch.

Later, when you found him, he was wearing the sweater, silent but eyes warm. "You don’t… have to keep doing things like this." he murmured, almost unsure how to express the mix of comfort and gratitude he felt.

But you only smiled, reaching to fix the collar. "I want to." Blade looked down, hiding a small, softened smile. In that moment, something in him felt less fractured.

Sampo Koski

Sampo was a lot of things, but genuinely speechless wasn’t usually one of them. When he saw the sweater, though, his usual charm faltered for a moment.

“Ohhh, look at this!” He held it up, the color and style fitting his flair perfectly. “Did you really make this? Just for me? You sure you weren’t thinking of another guy?” he teased, winking, but there was an unusual warmth in his tone.

“Try it on, Sampo.” you insisted, playfully rolling your eyes.

He did, grinning widely as he adjusted it. "Well, look at me, all cozy and stylish! This is priceless! I’ll bet this sweater’s gonna get me some deals. And, hey, it even makes me look extra trustworthy!” He spun dramatically, though he couldn’t quite hide his flustered expression as he pulled you into a spontaneous hug. “Thanks, sunshine. Gotta admit, it feels nice knowing someone’s thinking of me.”

Gepard Landau

Gepard was more than surprised to find a package waiting for him when he returned from his post. Unwrapping it, he found a perfectly tailored sweater, every stitch immaculate and precise. He touched it, admiring the way the thick, warm material felt against his calloused hands.

When he saw you, he was already wearing it. “I… I can’t thank you enough for this,” he said, looking down slightly. "It must have taken you a long time."

“Not as long as you’re worth.” you said, smiling as he blushed.

He cleared his throat, his usually stoic face softening. “You know, we don’t… often have people who think of us like this,” he murmured, his voice a mix of appreciation and humility. “But I promise to keep this safe. And warm.”

Aventurine

Aventurine returned from his business trip a bit weary but still grinning. When he saw the sweater you’d left for him, he smirked, instantly recognizing the effort and thought that went into every fiber.

“Treasure, did you really make this for me? Oh, you’re a gambler with your time, aren’t you?” he teased, slipping the sweater on. He admired himself in the mirror, watching the way it fit just right, from the shoulders down to the sleeve length.

You watched as his fingers lightly traced the stitches. "Only for you.” you replied, enjoying his pleased expression.

He winked, slipping an arm around you. “I knew I made a winning investment choosing you.” With a chuckle, he whispered, “I’ll be showing off this masterpiece everywhere. It’s my lucky charm now.”

Sunday

Sunday returned home after the festival, exhausted yet tranquil. When he found the sweater waiting for him, neatly folded and smelling faintly of lavender, he was deeply touched. His fingers gently traced over the knitting, imagining you working on it alone, stitch by careful stitch.

When he finally slipped it on, he felt a warmth far beyond the wool’s soft embrace—a warmth he rarely felt, a moment of peace. "Thank you." he whispered, though he’d yet to see you.

Later, when you returned, he was still wearing it, his serene smile brighter than ever. "This… this is like a dream." he murmured, as if speaking to himself. He drew you close, his arms encircling you as he let himself feel a bit of reality’s warmth, away from the dream he often clung to.