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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year

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summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

#aran x reader #aran ojiro x black reader #aran x black reader #aran x black!reader #aran ojiro x black!reader #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x black y/n #aran ojiro smut #aran smut

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ohdeerfully · 2 months

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can you do a lil story abt alasor x chubby reader? Idk I've been getting kinda insecure lately especially abt all my stretch marks so please and thank you! Have a nice day also I love your story's and stuff

rahh i just had to write something for this even though its at the top of my list. hopefully you like it, and i hope youve been feeling better lately! heres some sickeningly sweet fluff!! rather short, around 1.5k words

Bare

Alastor x Reader (fluff/comfort)

TW: body dysmorphia, insecure reader, alastor ooc but hes a cutie pie so its ok really (coping)

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You purse your lips at your bare reflection, turning this way and that to peer at the different angles of your body and its curves. The expression on your face turned into a frown as your eyes trailed over the stripes that decorated the conjunction of your stomach and thighs, evidence of the weight you had gained over the last year.

The atmosphere was all too uncomfortable, which only made you feel worse. A mediocre shower had left your hair damp and skin cold, and the light breeze that wafted from your slightly cracked window chilled you. Your towel was lying, discarded, by your feet, but you had become too engrossed in looking at yourself in the body length mirror to really take note of the goosebumps that pricked up your arms.

You looked away from the mirror and down at your legs, lifting and twisting one to get a better look at your thighs. You sighed at the sight. You thought you might cry, but you didn't want to cry—

“Cher,” A familiar voice made you jump to attention, head whipping up and almost knocking against the chin of the culprit had he not placed his hand in the way to halt your motion. “We don’t want to catch a cold now, do we?” His voice was uncharacteristically low, and it lacked the usual intonation of static.

You met Alastor’s red gaze through the mirror as he stood behind you, bent slightly so his head was level with yours. You were embarrassed, standing here naked in front of the Radio Demon, but you were frozen in place. His hands rested gingerly against your shoulders, trailing up and down your arms, slow and gentle.

You fought back the urge to shove him away when his hands strayed from your arms, traveling under them and wrapping over your stomach. You swallowed. Tears started to blur your vision as numerous racing ideas filled your mind, casting doubt on the genuine nature of Alastor’s affections. You paused mentally when you felt another light touch of his lips against your cheek.

You didn’t blink, worried that a tear may slip down and concern the demon behind you. You caught his gaze again in the mirror and he stood silently for a moment, studying your expression. You knew your eyes looked glassy and your lips were pressed tightly in a thin line, but you prayed to God—ironically enough—that he wouldn’t notice. His brows knit, creating a slight crease on his forehead, and you timidly stood there wringing your hands together. You felt so vulnerable, so scrutinized, because why else would he be staring at you so intently if it wasn’t to judge your bared body?

“What a sight,” He said suddenly, promptly placing a featherlight kiss on the crook of your neck. “How lucky is a man to have you all to himself?” He eyed your face and your body, but his gaze lacked the typical glare of lust and hunger that you would expect from a man. Instead, they only conveyed some tender, unspoken feelings of affection for you. As strange as it was to see such a look on Alastor, you had grown accustomed and welcoming of it.

There was still doubt in your mind, but you knew to trust the gentle words he spoke to the best of your ability. Alastor was full of lies and manipulation, but he was different behind the doors of your shared room. You knew a side of him that was, for him, as equally vulnerable as you were currently. So, though there was still a part of you that fought against the idea of him loving you despite what you found in yourself to be so ugly, you allowed the reassurance of his touch and words to calm your mind.

“Now,” He said, standing up straight once more. He gingerly picked up the damp towel by your feet, contemplated it for a moment, and then vanished it in a dark plume of inky smoke. “Let’s get you something warm.”

He lightly placed his hand by your shoulder blade, pushing you with the lightest pressure to maneuver you away from the mirror. You cast one last look at yourself out of the corner of your eye, but noticed he was still watching you. You quickly looked away with an awkward, breathless laugh. He pulled you closer to himself as he walked you towards the bed. With a gentle shove from Alastor, you sat lightly on the edge of the mattress, bouncing your leg as you watched him cross the room.

He hummed as he sifted through the closet of your room, a finger on his chin as he looked too concerned about picking out pajamas. You figured he was just trying to be silly to lighten your mood, and you appreciated it. Plus, you had to admit to yourself, seeing him look so serious at a bunch of old, oversized shirts did cheer you up.

He returned after a moment with a simple red top and fuzzy black pants. He motioned his finger to prompt you to lift your arms, which had subconsciously come to rest over your stomach. You obeyed, albeit with some hesitance, and bit your lip as you lifted your arms from their protective position.

“You know,” He spoke as he aided you in pulling your arms and head through the shirt. He paused his words for a moment to shake out the pants so the fabric was straightened, and then he continued. “If the Gods were to exist, I’d say your beauty would make them rather jealous. I don’t think art even portrays them quite as enchanting.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” You said with a light eye roll and a too-sarcastic tone in your voice that you immediately regretted. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Oh, but it’s true!” He argued back with a light smile. He tenderly lifted one of your legs and slipped the fabric of the fuzzy pajamas over, and followed suit with your other leg. You lifted yourself up with your hands so he could slip the waist over your hips.

He stood, looking down at you for a moment, again just analyzing you. It was easier to feel more comfortable under his gaze—as comfortable as anyone could possibly be with Alastor looking at them so intently—when you were clothed.

He ruffled your hair, accompanying the movement with a pleased hum, before turning and beginning to change himself. You shuffled yourself up the bed, resting your back against the headboard as you carefully watched him.

His coat came off first, slipping down his shoulders and hung carefully in the closet. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the fluffy red tail that flicked as the cold air breezed through the fur. You made a mental note to ask to pet it later—maybe he would let you if you told him it would make you feel better. He then pulled at the hem of his undershirt, tugging it up and over his head and then down his arms. His hair tumbled down in soft locks from the neckline as he popped his head from the shirt.

God, how embarrassing you probably looked right now, watching Alastor undress in front of you with the sickest, lovestruck eyes. If you were a drawing, there would probably be hearts floating all over your head right now.

He bent at the hip slightly to rustle through a drawer of his own night shirts, and you watched the edges of his shoulder blades and the slight curvature of his lean muscles shift and contort under his pale skin with every move he made. Your eyes traveled up and down his back, drawing mental images with the lines of scars that marred his otherwise smooth flesh.

Heat flushed your cheeks when he turned his head slightly, looking at you through the corner of his eyes, catching you ogling him. His grin only grew wider, though, before he finally threw on a loose shirt. What a tease.

He made quick work of his pants, replacing them with some comfortable sweats that looked almost alien on him, considering his usual attire. He joined you in the bed, his body creating a sizable dip in the mattress that made you fall against him. His arm snaked behind your back, coming to cup you at the curves of your waist and pulling you closer. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head before resting his cheek against it.

There would be no discussion about what had been bothering you minutes prior, and you were perfectly okay with it. Alastor was useless at emotional discussions, and in extension comforting you directly, but he could, to the best of his ability, comfort you through his actions and presence. A light, soothing jazz tune reverberated in the dark room, manifesting from his cane that sat against the wall by the bed. You closed your eyes and sighed, tangling your legs into his underneath the sheets.

You purse your lips, a light curve at the corners as you smiled at your previous idea.

“Al, my love,” You said softly, moving your head so he would lift his own off of it and look at you. His red eyes had a light glow in the dark.

“Yes, ma moitie?” He lifted his clawed hand and gently placed his index under your chin. Your next words made his body jerk and tense.

“Could I pet your tail?”

#ohdeerfully #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #alastor x you #tw: body dysmorphia #dysmorphia #insecure reader #):#alastor tries his best really #love him

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charliedawn · 3 months

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Hey I was wondering how do you think the slashers would react if they're s/o was wearing a piece of their clothing or mask (for the masked ones)? Honestly I think if Michael found his s/o wearing (or even touching...) His mask that's a killable offense right there lmao.

Jason Voorhees:

Jason was asleep when you took his mask. When he woke up and didn't find it—he started panicking.

He made a mess out of his bedroom in a desperate attempt to find it and locked his door so that nobody could come in.

You frowned as you found the door locked and knocked on the door.

"Jason ? Are you alright ?"

He wasn't.

He hesitated to open the door, but you then slid his mask back to him through the door.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you."

He understood what had happened and opened the door a little to look at you. You seemed genuinely sorry and he finally opened the door for you to come in.

Jason wears the mask for a reason. He is insecure to the extreme. It's the only way for him to hide himself and if it had been anyone else than you ?

...That person would have been dead and buried.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms actually woke up when you were looking at yourself in the mirror with his mask on.

He seemed stunned for a moment before he silently got out of bed to stand next to you.

Once you saw him in the mirror, you turned around. You were ready to apologize, but then saw the way he was looking at you.

He wasn't angry. Far from it. He just stared at you and smiled before slowly removing the mask from your face.

He then put it back on his and took a deep breath—as if smelling it. He then hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms around you.

"...Brahms' mask smells good now." He whispered and held you closer.

…

Well—that backfired.

Vincent Sinclair:

Panic. Immediate and irreversible panic.

Unlike Brahms or Jason, Vince is deeply ashamed of his face. It isn't about being insecure or having a couple of scars. He is TERRIFIED of his own reflection.

Vincent used to be attached to Bo. Being twins at birth, it made him feel as if there was someone out there who understood him.

But, the mask is a mark of shame—the constant reminder that that connection is severed. And he feels ugly because of it. Because he was disfigured from the operation—while Bo wasn't.

They are different now, when there were supposed to be one and the same.

Plus, he’s only got one mask. It took time to make as he had to get Bo to agree to mould a mask with his face.

So, he would get mad. He would also be pretty physical about getting it back.

He COULD hurt you.

Do not steal his mask, unless you are absolutely sure and asked permission beforehand.

Michael Myers:

...You have a death wish. There is no other possible explanation.

Michael values his mask more than anything in this world.

He hides his face for a reason. It became a part of him over time and he HATES when people see his true face.

So, do not steal his mask.

But, I don’t think you’d be able to anyway.

Michael almost never takes it off and if anyone tried to take his mask away ? Wrists would get crushed. Just saying.

Freddy Krueger:

"If you take the hat, sweetheart…Be ready to face the consequences."

Freddy LOVES his hats (Yes. Plural. He’s got a full drawer of them in his room)

He counts them all before going to bed and when he saw that one of them was missing, he was ready to track the person down and draw blood.

But, when he understood you were the little thief, he smirked and simply closed the door behind him. He then sat down and grinned mischievously at you.

"Looks good on ya. But since you stole it…How about you offer me a show as compensation, hmm ?" *pats his lap and smirks*

Sleazy lil’ goblin to the end.

Pennywise:

If by some MIRACLE, you managed to get Pennywise’s gloves…He’d be furious. Pennywise hates touching people and his gloves are like a second skin to him.

Pennywise *appears behind you and screeches*: "GIVE THEM BACK THIS INSTANT, YOU STUPID HUMAN !"

Pennywise is usually pretty chill. So, for him to get really mad ? Yeah…No stealing the clown’s gloves. Never.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo's cap is his own way of hiding his insecurity. He has a scar at the back of his ear from the operation to separate him from Vince.

He doesn’t like people looking at it, so he wears that cap all the time.

One day, you decided to remove it while he was sleeping, and he grabbed your wrist before you could run away with it.

He then smirked and tutted playfully.

"Careful, darls. You take my cap, I take your life."

You knew he was only kidding, but there was also a little bit of a warning in his eyes.

He likes his cap. It’s the only thing he got left from his dad and his tolerance is zero. So, do not try to steal his cap, or ask first. He would allow you to wear it eventually, but still…Bo is not someone to be messed with.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #pennywise x reader #bo sinclair x reader

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vynlqwv · 6 months

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Could you do denji and itadori with a reader who is insecure about their body? Fem or gn please

a/n : Hello! thank you so much for requesting! I will be trying to answer/ make more fics but it might take awhile since its almost exam week D;

DENJI & ITADORI w/ an insecure genderneutral! reader

HEADCANONS + ONESHOT

warning(s) : nothing!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Itadori Yuuji

so basically, you and yuuji are dating he loves you so much! he praises you everyday and makes sure you are healthy!

he loves to cuddle you and tell you that everything is alright and you guys just fall asleep together

yuuji always hypes you up when you try out a new clothing style that you have been wanting to try out!

yuuji is defo the type of guy thats "my s/o can wear whatever they want, i can fight" type of guy

It was a sunday morning, you and yuuji had decided to go shopping for clothes to an upcoming christmas party that gojo had set up. You had been thinking to try out a new style in awhile since you have been seeing it in social media and you wanted to add more clothing variety to your closet. "hey yuuji, can we go and try out some clothes on this store? i have been wanting to try out something new but i think i won't look good in it.." you tugged on the hem of his shirt and turned you head to look at him. "of course we can! but honestly, i think you have a great sense of fashion and you'll look good in anything so don't worry too much!" he kissed your forehead and assured you to not worry too much which has made you feel relieved and confident to try out the new style that you have wanting to try out. You and yuuji had walked in to the store and they staff had assisted the both of you. You started to go to the fitting room and try out the clothes that you had picked out and you looked at your own reflection at the mirror. You looked at your own reflection and you can't wait to see yuuji's reaction to your new style that you've tried out. You went out of the dressing room and yuuji literally ran up to you and hugged you and started praising you. "babe you look so good! i knew that you would style it perfectly!" you giggled at his antics and you guys proceeded to check out while holding eachothers hands.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• denji hayawaka

you're probably denji's first actual serious relationship and he loves you so much to the point that whenever he wakes up in the morning that you're the person he always tries to find in the morning

when you tell him about your insecurities, i just kind of gets confused because 'why?' he dosen't get why you're insecure of your body cuz he literally loves everything about you but he dosen't question it

he will become your personal hype man and tell how amazing you look

if you're insecure about gaining weight, he will give you your favorite snacks where the nutritional facts are crossed out and there would be a little note that says "hi babe! take a lil break ok? i love you" attached to it, you laugh at the messy handwriting to it but also appreciate his actions

overall, denji would do anything to make you happy and distract you from the thoughts of feeling insecure

You and denji were just chilling on a friday night, you guys just finished eating dinner and you both were cuddling by the couch while watching whatever gameshow thats playing on the tv, the silence was comforting and you guys enjoyed each others embrace. "you know i really love you right?" denji said randomly while turning his head to look at you. "yes denji, i'm aware" you placed a kiss on his cheeks while playing with his hair. "honestly, i think i don't get to say how much i appreciate you cause i think im not that good at words but i just wanna say that i love every part of you." he kissed you by the lips. The both of you just stayed quiet the whole night and you feel appreciated and happy. The both of you cuddled and fell asleep and woke up by the morning.

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amywritesthings · 5 months

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the morning of. / an armin holiday fic

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 2k summary: It's not only your first holiday after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, but your first time living with Armin. Waking up next to overachiever has its perks.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! post-aot finale, smut, dirty talk, foreplay (f!receiving, armin's a giver), light dom undertones, orgasm, angst with a happy ending, armin is a sweety but also a lil freaky credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the ninth day of the twelve days of amymas and also merry christmas eve !!

Christmas Day.

This year marked the very first holiday season after the Battle of Heaven and Earth.

And you?

You're surviving, but you're not alone:

After the papers were signed and the truces were finalized, all Armin Arlert wanted to do was go back to Paradis and exist.

To live in peace if only for a little while, perhaps somewhere not too far from the sea, before he went back for more ambassadorship opportunities.

For his friends.

For himself.

(But with you.)

So you went back on the first boat to Paradis with Jean and Connie.

While Armin worked hard to square away everything on Marley, you worked towards the future of rebuilding of this little island, aiming your sights beyond the Walls.

To create the perfect home for the two of you.

Although gathering building supplies and hands steady enough to build a cabin required effort, you managed to pull enough favors from the people of Paradis: a quaint cabin on the outskirts awaited the 15th Commander of the Scouts on the far side of the island, right by the mouth of the ocean.

And when Armin came home, that’s where you stayed.

Although it was no secret that you and Armin had a thing in the Scout Corps, it's odd to acknowledge it was real in front of all of your friends.

Yet, given the weariness in everyone's bones, no one bats an eye at the fact that you live together.

(It’s better that everyone is happy in their own way.)

And it's quiet, for the most part.

The tide comes and goes. Birds chirp and squawk over the waves.

Armin had been busy visiting Mikasa Ackerman on Christmas Eve, imploring her to stop by for dinner at your place.

You were already prepared for Christmas Day. After all, it was easy to make him gifts while he was away so much.

Crocheting a sweater, for instance, to combat the chill of the sea. Buying a few practical items, for the next time he departs for Marley.

When Armin returned, he seemed happy.

(Mikasa said yes, he exhales with relief.)

And when you went to bed, Armin seemed in his own head, like he was waiting to be alone.

You assume it's for reflection.

It isn't a bother to sleep early.

When you awake Christmas morning, the sun has yet to rise. Only a faint hue from the open bedroom window illuminates the room.

Armin is still fast asleep.

His blonde hair has gotten a little longer around the frame of his face, cascaded in a halo around his face.

He looks exhausted.

Spent.

Carefully you nudge his outstretched arms, attempting to wake him just enough to cuddle against him.

Armin gives easily to your request, making a small noise in his sleep as he subconsciously invites you in.

By the time you nestle under his arm, he lets out a soft sigh.

“...time is it?”

“Early,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to him. A gentle ghost of a smile passes against his lips. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmph — no, gotta… get up,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. “It’s Christmas.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, studying his face.

“We don’t have any plans. We can sleep until dinner if we want.”

“Mm, but what about…”

"Rest, Armin," you interrupt, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm going to make some tea."

Armin takes a slow inhale through his nose, only to curl his arm around your body to pull you closer.

Firmer.

Keeping you from making a move from his side.

It's amusing. Cute.

To accommodate, you drag your thigh higher along the outer curve of his to slot better beside him.

“...can’t go downstairs," the command is his exhale, "not yet.”

“Why not?” you question playfully.

Using your shoulder, you crane your neck to view the mouth of the stairwell connected to the bedroom — as if you'll manage to see why for yourself.

Armin catches the movement, causing him to finally open those brilliant blue eyes of his.

He’s a light sleeper, freakishly alert, but through the last few months he's found himself more lax when it comes to laying in bed with you.

(At ease. Gentle.)

“Because I have to be there when you do,” he replies with a little more awareness in his voice. “I… might have done something.”

You whip your attention back down to the blonde beside you and note the growing blush on his pale cheeks.

“Done… something?”

“Like maybe gone a little overboard.”

You blink. “In what way?”

“In a… well, it was supposed to be a surprise— Wait!”

When he notices you shift to sit up, Armin quickly pushes your back against the mattress and pins you to it with his own warm body.

He curls around you with a light chuckle, eyes still a bit bleary.

You drop back with a gentle oof, and stare up that boyish, charming face of his.

You can’t help it.

You lean up to capture his lips in a brief kiss, and he makes a short noise of surprise.

Your head drops back to the pillow, lips curling to a smirk.

“Is that why you’re so tired? You were up all night doing something downstairs?”

"You make it sound like I was doing something bad."

"I mean, if the shoe fits."

"For your information, I brought a few decorations back."

"Back?" you repeat. "Like from Marley."

He nods. "Not that you didn't do a great job with the tree. I didn't touch that. I just... sort of covered our entire house with stuff. Garland. Candles. Beads—"

"Armin?"

"—so you'd wake up to a sight to behold. You know, for our first winter season." He pauses before sheepishly including: "Together."

Chuckling to himself, Armin cups his palm to your cheek and leans in, refusing to allow that one kiss to be the only one.

“You always ruin surprises.”

“I know,” you manage to joke right back. "But I bet it really is."

"Really is what?" he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

You accept it with a hum of approval.

"A sight to behold."

(Just like him, you want to tell him, but he'll never recover.)

Armin doesn’t just give kisses — every peck has a meaning, every slow drag has a purpose, and the air in the room shifts in an instant.

The kisses deepen, and soon enough Armin is caging you underneath of him.

His palm cradles your head like you’re a precious gem, mindful of his weight hovering over you.

When his hips instinctually grind into yours, the thin layer of your pajamas make direct contact between your legs.

Armin chokes out a shaken gasp, shuddering from pleasure.

He’s already hard from morning wood, and you can’t help but grin against his mouth.

“Sorry,” he hiccups, pressing his forehead into yours as he stops himself. “Sorry, you — it’s, ah, it’s always you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his arousal to disappear, before fluttering his eyes open down to you.

“We can be lazy about it,” you sing-song, reaching down to snap the waistband of his pajamas. He jolts. “If you want.”

Armin's eyes widen a fraction at what you’re implying, before his face turns scarlet.

“I mean, yeah, I… you don’t have to convince me. But — downstairs—”

“Can wait,” you interrupt, flicking his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

Armin shudders, reaching down to glide his hand over the swell of your breast, circling his thumb over the peak.

"You sure about this?" he whispers as he continues to rub affectionately, mindful of the noises bubbling in your throat.

You've never nodded so fast in your life.

Eventually the blonde turns his wrist, pointing his fingers down to your hips, before slipping his fingers under the waistband.

He whines when he realizes you’re already plenty wet.

“You, too, huh?” he weakly jokes about your states of arousal, but he bites his lip and slowly — slowly — circles your clit with his middle finger.

You gasp, dropping your head back.

He seizes the moment and dives in, peppering loving kisses to your neck.

The circles grow more certain.

Stronger.

“Just… wanted this first Christmas to mean something,” he murmurs against your neck, sucking at the skin and nipping gently.

You writhe against the sheets, moaning to the morning air.

“You deserve something good. I want to give you something… so good…”

“Armin,” you breathe, and you feel his lips curve to a smile against your lips.

“Come for me first,” he whispers, tightening the circles around your clit the way he’s grown to master. “Just once and I’ll take you downstairs, I promise.”

“What about — mmph — you?” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand.

You want to feel him, in every way imaginable.

You want him to feel good, too, but you can barely think straight.

His knee nudges under yours and pushes upward, forcing your right leg wider. Opening your folds to him, giving him direct access to what he wants.

"You said we had no plans, right?" Armin replies with gentle amusement.

His fingers speed up to make a point.

"By that definition, I can have you here for as long as I want."

"Armin."

Your back arches, desperate to rock against him with little shame.

"Maybe this is my gift. Hearing you say my name like that. I'll make up for all the times you had to take care of yourself while I was away. Then, and only when I think I've made you come enough, you can return the favor."

He lifts his head, keen on watching you come apart by his hand.

“I’m in no rush.”

“Armin—”

“I got you,” he interrupts, pressing a kiss to your lips to drown out your cries. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He doesn’t give up.

He’s so timid in so many aspects of his life, but after some trial and error in bed, this is the one place he’s certain.

Sure of himself.

He knows you, just like you know him.

And Armin won’t give up until he has you whimpering under him.

Your toes curl when that familiar pressure begins to build, and he doesn’t let up.

Doesn’t stop.

All he does is leave your lips to nip at your earlobe.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?”

He whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip to keep the noises down.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

Stars burst.

Sometimes all it takes is Armin’s gift of words that sends you reeling, and soon you fall over the edge with a strangled moan of need.

He continues massaging your clit, slowing the speed but not quite letting up.

Not until you make that squeak of overstimulation.

Then he hums with happiness, and pulls his hand out of your pajama bottoms.

“Better?” he asks gently, using his other hand to gently run along your cheek. He licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

Spent, you nod with a lopsided smile.

“...I feel like you’re already spoiling me.”

“Oh, that’s hardly what I call spoiling,” he breathily admits, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You okay?"

"More than," you promise.

"Good. C’mon, let’s go downstairs."

"I don't think I can feel my legs."

He chuckles, sitting up with a grin. "Then I'll carry you on my back. We'll make some fresh tea and enjoy the day before the rest show up.”

You leisurely follow, sitting up on your elbows.

When you hold out a hand for him to take, he pulls you up.

Forehead to forehead, he takes a pause to nuzzle them together, eyes slipping closed.

"Happy Christmas," he says.

"Happy Christmas to you, too, Commander." He snorts at the title. "If we’re going to start off every Christmas this way, I’m not gonna say no."

Armin’s grin only widens.

He turns his back to you at the edge of the bed, beckoning you to climb on.

Sleepily you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He turns his chin to kiss the tip of your nose, murmuring a promise in return:

“I’m open to starting new traditions, but only if they're with you.”

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fredwkong · 10 months

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1000: Bull

Eric picks up the Bull card, bracing for the flash of light he knows is coming. When it fades, the other two cards have turned to dust, and Eric can see the Bull face has joined the tattoos twining around his bicep. He grins, excited for this week’s transformation. Who knows how big he’ll become? He goes to bed and dreams of deadlifts, squats, and curls.

On Sunday morning, Eric’s alarm goes off at 6 AM. What the fuck? Eric turns it off, but then a notification pops up on his phone. “Legs: 7 AM.” Eric sees it with dawning horror.

It seems like his body is on autopilot once he sees the scheduled event. Eric rolls out of bed and pours himself a bowl of oatmeal, mixing in a scoop of protein powder he didn’t have yesterday. By 6:45, Eric’s out of his apartment, jogging to the gym.

Aaron, the big guy he punched last week, is waiting at the front desk, holding a folder with Eric’s name on it. “Good to see you, lil bro,” he says as Eric walks in, making Eric bristle at being called little. “Ready to start getting big?”

Over the next hour and a half, Aaron works Eric through a punishing leg workout. “See, bro, the reason you’re so skinny is just because you’ve never been consistent,” Aaron tells him, while Eric leans against the squat rack, unable to stand without his legs shaking. Eric just nods, unable to muster enough breath to speak.

After their workout, Aaron gives Eric a bro-hug at the front desk and tells him to go for a jog around campus before showering. “I’ll see you tonight for upper body, right bro?”

Eric’s legs have carried him out the door before he can do more than say “For sure!”

As he jogs, Eric spots his reflection in the windows of the buildings he passes. He definitely looks bigger than he did last night. His quads are starting to stretch the seams of his shorts, and his back might be just a bit wider in his tank top. The thought has him chubbing up, his cock starting to leak.

Blair definitely loves the new Eric when Eric knocks on his door, still chewing on a protein bar. He loves it even more when Eric pushes him up against the wall to take his ass. Was Eric always taller than Blair? It doesn’t matter, Eric has to go prep his lunches for the week. It’s a lot of food, more than Eric can imagine eating in a month, much less a week, but he follows the instructions on his phone dutifully and puts his six lunchboxes—who the hell has six lunchboxes?—into his fridge, and eats one meal prep.

Finally, whatever gym-based compulsion has come over Eric releases him for a bit. He chills in his dorm for the afternoon, playing video games and thinking about how big he’s gonna get. An hour before his upper session with Aaron at 8 PM, Eric finds himself in the bathroom, propping his phone up on the counter to record his posing routine, steel-hard and leaking in his briefs the whole time.

After their second session, Eric’s arms feel like jelly, but they're pumped and his nipples are peeking out the sides of his tank top. Aaron doesn’t have anything else booked, so he comes back to Eric’s dorm and milks a load out of Eric’s sweaty balls with his mouth before they shower together. After downing a protein shake, his fifth meal of the day, Eric goes to bed.

Monday is pretty much the same. Eric shows up at the gym right on time at 7 for legs. His lower body has gone from skinny and toned to buff, and Aaron’s talking like they’ve been lifting together since Eric started university last year. While jogging back to his dorm, a couple of fratty guys doing a walk of shame catch Eric’s eye, and he gets them back to his dorm. They don’t have any loads left in them, but they’re happy to take one of Eric’s big loads each and worship his muscles before his shower.

When the frat guys leave, they invite Eric to their house’s 4th of July party on Tuesday night. Blair, coming down the hall, overhears, and cuts in as Eric’s about to say, “I need to go to the gym.”

“We’ll be there,” Blair says, sliding past the frat guys to Eric’s side.

“But what about my—”

“See you tomorrow.” Blair closes the door behind the guys.

There’s no classes on Tuesday, so instead Eric does his second workout with Aaron early. As soon as he put the frat party into his phone calendar, it rearranged the whole rest of Tuesday and Wednesday to account for it. Instead of 6 AM, his alarm’s going off at 8 on Wednesday, plus his evening protein shake has been removed so he can drink at the party.

Partway into his second cup of mystery punch, Eric realises he’s one of the biggest guys here. Blair’s cuddled into his thick chest as they dance, his head topping out at Eric’s shoulders. When Eric picks him up just to try it, Blair’s weight doesn’t even match his warm-up sets with Aaron. By the time he’s pushing one of the frat guys against the wall to suck on his neck, Eric’s precum has leaked right through his American flag shorts.

After his shower the next morning, Eric just… doesn’t put any clothes on. As long as he’s in his own dorm, what’s the point? He can just chill, stroke himself a bit, eat, and update his pics on Grindr. Clothes are for guys who have something about their body to hide, and Eric’s more than earned his cocky attitude at this point.

Aaron congratulates Eric in the gym the next day for “improving what was already great when you got here.” The dynamic between them has shifted as Eric’s gotten even bigger than Aaron. Aaron definitely doesn’t call him “lil guy” anymore, but he’s also more deferent, a little awed, and Eric can see his mouth hanging open a bit as he watches Eric deadlift. After their evening session, Aaron’s more than happy to come over and stay the night in Eric’s dorm. He even begs Eric to keep his cock inside Aaron's ass as they fall asleep.

Eric doesn’t have an alarm on Saturday. It’s his rest day. Plus, the gym- and food-compulsions he was experiencing all week seem to have gone away, replaced by his own habits and discipline. Muscles like his take a ton of work in the gym and in the kitchen to maintain, after all. Instead, Eric finds himself spending the morning in front of his full-length mirror, which he didn’t have last week, posing for himself.

The sight of his huge, muscular body gets him hard, so much so that there’s a slick puddle of precum forming on the floor by the time he calls Blair up.

After taking his load, Blair lies in Eric’s bed, letting cum drip from his asshole while he watches Eric do a few hundred push-ups and bodyweight squats. Just because it’s his rest day doesn’t mean he has to sit around doing nothing.

“Wanna go out tonight?” Blair asks, when Eric takes a break to play some video games.

“Nah,” Eric glances at the box of cards, tucked in the back of his desk. “I’ll add it to my schedule tomorrow, though.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Blair says. “I missed seeing you with those frat guys, but we should go pick up some cuties so I can watch you hold them against the wall to fuck them.”

“I could just do that to you,” Eric rumbles. His voice has gotten a bit deeper, he’s noticed, as his chest’s expanded.

“Nah, I wanna watch this time.” By the time Blair leaves in the evening, they’ve decided which club to go to, and Eric’s watched his schedule adjust itself to the plan.

Until the box opens again, Eric kills time by portioning out his oatmeal for the week, and then doing some yoga stretches. He doesn’t want to lose mobility. He gets so distracted by trying to do the splits that he almost doesn’t notice the box open, and has to hurry to draw cards.

This time, all three of them are familiar symbols: flags. No interpretation necessary.

On the first card is a Japanese flag.

On the second card is a Mexican flag.

On the third card is a Senegalese flag.

Or vote here on strawpoll: https://strawpoll.com/jVyG8DYdYn7

See Eric's whole journey with the 1000 cards here.

Did your pick not win the vote? Send me an ask telling me what card Eric should have picked to see what could have happened.

#male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #male tf #1000 follower party #all fwkong

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mangekyuou · 1 year

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Hello~ i see your requests are openn~

Can i request for Kid please?

Like you know how his personality is, right? So could you right a lil scenario of how he has a weakness for reader's eyes? with a female y/n please?

Have a good day~

!! continued! . . . ah sorry i forgot something! i'm from the kid request, could you make both sfw and nsfw version of it. thank you~

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 headcanons , having a weakness for your eyes

!! characters! . . . kid.

!! cw(s)! . . . nsfw. gn!reader. sub!reader. kid being a little mean. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors DNI.

!! notes! . . . didn't write very explicit nsfw [ or at least in my opinion i didn't... ] thank you for requesting !! <333

if we're honest, your entire being is his weak point

but there's just something about your eyes that gets him every time

he could look into your eyes forever if he could

kid can be very temperamental. just about anything can be his last straw and send him into either a shouting match or a death match depending on how he's feeling

but when you put your hand on his arm and he looks down at you, looking into your eyes, he takes a deep breath and tries his best to relax. and he's all good

or on calm nights where he finds you on the deck of the victoria punk, looking up at the sky. seeing the bright stars reflect in your eyes

it brings a smile to his face every time. god he's so whipped

nsfw

kid doesn't need much to get going. all he needs is for you to press your chest against his, wrap your arms around his waist and give him that look

and he's ready to go, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

there's something he finds really hot when you look at him while you're underneath him. it always sends fucking chills down his spine

he wants you to keep your eyes trained on him as he snaps his hips into yours so desperately like this is the last time he's ever going to get to fuck you

he tells you to keep your pretty eyes on him. he's not a big fan of you not listening to him

he takes your chin into his hand, forcing you to look up at him

"don't fucking look away, got it?"

you know better than to make him repeat himself, don't you pretty eyes?

#one piece #eustass kid #kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #kid one piece #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #eustass kid smut #one piece smut #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

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mondaymelon · 7 months

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⤷ a halloween event hosted by @mondaymelon !!

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“No.” You took his hand readily and let him pull you to your feet. “It doesn’t.”

If the air around you had been a little less foggy, you would’ve been certain in the way his gaze softened, eyes turning to a liquid gold that shimmered in the rippling movement, like light reflecting on the water. “I see.” Even his voice was beautiful, slightly raspy and with a growl in his words, like a symphony made just for you. “Then it should make this easier.” His sculpted arms dug into your sides as he leaned into you, each finger grasping your skin tightly, a hold that would most certainly leave dappled bruises on your skin. He opened his mouth, and his words flowed thick like honey. “I’ll explain when it’s over.”

Something pierced your neck, two fangs sinking into your flesh, and then threading veins of warmth spread like wildfire across your skin. His fingers grazed against your nape, brushing any stray strands away. Not a drop escaped past his bared fangs, despite the red that began to stain his lips. Swirling, your mind had gone white, and you couldn't even formulate a single coherent thought, only letting a soft gasp escape. You would melt at the slightest touch, you were sure of it.

He pulled away, lips streaked with crimson, and let out a quiet sigh as he brushed his hair back with his fingers. “Shit, no wonder why Venti went feral. Archons,” His voice dipped to a lower note, a whisper. “Why do you taste so…?”

Venti, who had been standing to the side, glanced up with an unpleasant expression. “Ah, what a hypocrite. Reprimanding me with such vigor only to go and do the same thing yourself, how unfair is that?”

“I did it for a reason, bloodthirsty bastard. You just go and bite anything that breathes.” Xiao scoffed, exasperated. He glanced at where you were, visibly panting heavily as your quickened breaths turned white in the air. “My apologies.”

“What… W-What the fuck?” You pressed a hand to your neck and felt blood dripping past your fingers, and you drew them back with a flinch. They were tainted in a red that trailed down your wrist. You had to force the words out amidst your heavy breaths. “You… You said…!”

“As I said, my apologies. This was the only way to protect you. A mortal cannot go unguarded in these realms.” He looked regretful, he really did, but his eyes were not one of a human’s, and his rich voice was one that had persisted for centuries. The diamond pupils you had adored so much in the seconds before now seemed unnatural, like a predator's, and that made you his prey. “In time, you’ll understand.” He placed his gloved hand in yours, yet you felt no warmth radiate past the cloth. “Please, let’s head back to the manor before they find us.”

Another mystery to unravel. “They?”

Xiao shook his head, his black hair illuminated by the moonlight. His hushed words came out quickly. “You’ve traveled into the wrong territory. I’ve risked enough retrieving you, and if we stay too long they might-”

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.” There was a laugh, a chilling one. Xiao instantaneously glanced up, expression cold as a curse slipped past his lips. He swerved to the right to avoid a blade thrown past his head, where it embedded into the tree trunk meters behind, the wood shrieking as it bent into two.

“Stay out of matters that don’t concern you!” Xiao shouted, but you could read the signs of uneasiness in his stance. How many lay in wait in the shadows? If you ran now, would you be able to… There was a final snap as loud as thunder, and then the great tree fell to the ground, completely uprooted. Venti giggled childishly like he was excited at the predicament.

Your hands shook. No way in hell. At least in Inazuma, you could do something against the perpetrator, but here. They were on a level of their own, and they had surpassed the limits that the gods had set for them.

“A rat who has snuck its way onto our land is squeaking. Ah, my ears hurt.” The same voice from before, but this time it was paired with a figure walking out from behind you, causing you to spin on your feet. A glimpse of indigo hair, fluttering garments, dark violet eyes that made him seem more dead than alive. Sharp horns that sprouted from his head and twisted towards the sky, and a whip-like tail that whipped with every word. He brought a hand up to his mouth, his slender fingers curling cruelly as he barked out a laugh. “Ha! It’s as if you wish to die.” His voice was sharp, not cold, but distant, as if he wasn’t fully there. The sneer in his tone made it all too clear that he was getting a kick out of this, even if the spreading smirk on his face didn’t make it obvious enough.

“Now, now,” a new voice had entered the fray, and it was lilting, almost hypnotic. “Wanderer, you can’t be thinking of killing them now, are you?” Red hair. Red hair? Dark horns that curled above his ears, and a sender tail that bent like a question mark. Green eyes that sparkled even though the night had been coated in black paint a thousand strokes over. The boyish grin plastered on his face made his cheeriness prominent. “Show a little courtesy, won’t you? Even if his majesty isn't here, it still seems we have a guest.” His gaze flicked towards you, and lingered a moment too long. “You aren’t planning to keep them to yourself, are you? It’s been a long, long while since we’ve ever had any sort of entertainment around here~”

“Venti.”

One word was all he spoke, but in a split second Venti appeared by your side, taking you into his arms as he held you bridal-style, his touch much less invasive than before. The way he held you so effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing, and how his every step was so gentle against the earth, like the wind itself was carrying him forward, felt like it was second nature to him. You blinked up at Venti with round, surprised eyes, mouth slightly ajar as your heartbeat raced against your mind.

“Ah, poor thing, they’re shaking like a leaf!” Venti sighed, pouting playfully. ”And come to think of it, I’ve forgotten to ask for your name… for now, please say the word, ‘transfer’ so we can teleport to the manor! I only have enough magical power for the two of us, y’know~”

“Venti, don’t you dare…!” The angry one had stepped forward, teeth clenched and tail lashing behind him, its point razor sharp. Something about his growly voice made your own die in your throat. His brows furrowed as his eyes darkened his expression into a threatening glare. “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll make sure this will be the last time you see him.” His eyes directed towards Xiao, who was watching the two of them with a scowl.

“Go.” His gilded eyes glinted, and something burning settled into your soul.

Wanderer let out an abrupt laugh, seemingly startling even himself as his frame shook to his twisted amusement. “Two against one, do you really think you’ll win? I heard you’ve been staving off of human blood for a while now too, don’t tell me you actually are holding onto your foolish principles!”

Your vision blurred. Your mouth felt dry, like you hadn’t spoken in centuries, and every intake of air was painful. You could feel Venti’s expectant gaze staring down at you, yet your heart wavered. ‘Transfer’… if I say that, I’ll go back. But Xiao, and these others… what…what will happen to him? Fuck, will he…die…?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ.

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nights-at-crystarium · 4 months

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Fragments - episodes 31-35 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

The chasm in their understanding of what makes Vivi tick.

The stakes in this scene seem low and the twins are just overdramatizing the danger for the sake of unwinding and being silly, right? Yesn't. One wrong move or word, and they join those leafmen scattered all over the place.

Finding the line between bad actor and caring sister.

Of course Alisaie wants to hang out with Vivi. She doesn't want to admit that to herself, let alone risk looking desperate in her brother's eyes. Tsundere moment. It's been a while since they've. Had a rest. Between rescuing Minfilia from Laxan Loft and making their way to Il Mheg. Alphinaud, at least in my hc, isn't as physically durable, but definitely as stubborn and proud as Alisaie, so he wouldn't simply agree to chill out for a moment. Alisaie makes him tunnel-vision her bad (?) acting and openly throwing the game for supposedly selfish reasons, while she gets what she wanted, AND forces Alphi to sit his ass down.

I’m sorry but I really need to point out that her ahoge did, in fact, launch into the stratosphere.

More under the cut~

....Can you blame her tho.

Vivi’s shirt’s a bit more plain than usual, he needed to wear something practical under his crystarium guard disguise in Laxan Loft.

The flashback in episodes 32-33 has no dialogue per se, only monologues, to emphasize how disconnected they are.

Technically both vivis are real, but Exarch’s memories are definitely heavily skewed. He’d only known Vivi during the CT quests, in this story it’s a month or two in summer, during which literally nothing bad happens, sans the finale. Alisaie, however, got lucky to experience Vivi during Stormblood, his absolute low.

Exarch and Alisaie sit on opposing sides of the bias, one wears pink glasses, delusional and bluepilled, the other one’s (heh) redpilled, perhaps a bit too much. Hence Alisaie feels the whiplash when her jerkass woobie friend suddenly acts mellow (back in the present), still she has the expertise to tell that he’s not affected by a fae spell or anything.

Full page because I’m so proud of the paneling here, simple as this trick is, these speech bubbles blocking Vivi from sight neatly illustrate that Alisaie just babbles away, paying no heed to his state.

With the power of flashbacks and stories told by one character to another, I’m able to revisit any moment in their past whenever I please. I didn’t commit to a linear story because there was no story! Well, just the outlines. Vivi as a character began in ShB because I really needed to fuck that old man, I started writing down the lil scenes loosely connected by the canon plot, and that’s how the whole concept of Fragments came to be.

It may not work for everyone, but my secret sauce’s that you don’t have to begin at the beginning. Make a guy, put him in a situation, then ask a lot of whys and hows to expand his story backward and forward.

Keeping the past events for later allows me to flesh things out at a leisurely pace. This Alisaie flashback is actually an iteration, originally I’d planned to have Vivi stand alone and just think the broody thoughts, and that was supposed to be the transition between ARR and ShB arcs. I grow more writing muscle as I go, and I’m infinitely happy that I avoided that angsty infodump.

Okay this’s becoming a big fat tangent, but I wanted to acknowledge another pitfall: overusing a character as a mere exposition tool. I wouldn’t do this for, say, Tataru or Y’shtola. Being THE flashback haver makes sense for Alisaie because a) they’re close with Vivi, b) her worldview and opinion on Vivi are changing in ShB, she’s a smart lil thing who would slow down and reflect when appropriate, c) she has a distinct arc in my comic, and knowing what’s going on inside that elf brain will give you the most entertainment out of her actions in the present moment.

I’m new to writing and very excited about the story that comes together as we speak, so I like to show around my kitchen. Please lemme know if you enjoy this. I don’t know if I’m parroting the boring 101s, or if this’s actually useful to someone.

“Meals made for me” YEA HE CAN’T COOK. Well, barely.

New sharp outfit, procured by our most magnanimous branch. The “tail” will help me draw the upcoming Titania fight, it adds fluidity to his movements.

*presses the upgrade button*

There's a lot happening in his head that's not being shown. I hope at least some readers wonder who or what he leaves behind in his mind's eye in this moment. What we know for sure is that he doesn’t take too long to make a decision.

Not sure if subtle, but I did try the breadcrumbing:

Unfortunately for everyone, including himself :’>

I love this one especially because, instead of telling that about himself, Vivi asks Ardbert, kinda gauging his wol experience against the other wol’s.

Episode 34 really shook people awake and reminded that we’re off the msq rails with this story. I loved the response it evoked in the tags, lots of thoughtful rambling about being a hero.

Fae temptation jokes and all, but Feo Ul really says what Vivi needs to say out loud to himself.

Normalize prioritizing self-care over world-saving.

Vivi genuinely cares about Feo Ul. That’s unusual. It might be my storytelling mistake that I didn’t show much of his typical indifference before this scene, unless you count the episodes where he does this

instead of hurrying the fuck up with the msq. Or, perhaps, it’s okay, since this gets plenty of attention later on. You won’t miss the fact that he isn’t eager to set himself on fire to keep others warm. Feo Ul just lucked their way into his heart, and, as a result, he approaches the Titania fight with unusual consideration.

/srs mode on ^

Remember how I just talked about developing this story in all directions at once? I planned Vivi to have this demeanor during the early days of writing Fragments. Like, most of the time. He’d be a broody bitch, get slowly thawed by Exarch’s kindness, and... That’d be it. In veeeeeery broad strokes, this’s still the case, but the current iteration has much more nuance.

Vivi and Titania’s likeness has no deep meaning, take it or leave it. Vivi cares about appearances, he was bound to notice this. Feo Ul can see souls, visuals are secondary to them. But Vivi, being himself, must doubt and question everything.

He moves fast and thinks a lot as the adrenaline speeds him up.

Notice how he lets Titania speak and remains quiet. This’s common in most fights: he doesn’t indulge with chats or banter those who he sees as mere targets to destroy. There’s like a point of no return, if an enemy poses no threat and can be talked out of dying, Vivi will speak, sadly he enters this fight knowing that Titania has to die no matter what.

Once he’s familiarized himself with the situation, and realized that Titania’s more than just a mindless husk, things change up a bit. But for now, he just runs in circles, analyzes the situation, and overthinks about their visual resemblance :’>

Sorry not sorry but unintentional reference x’DD

To be fair Vivi IS being a magical boy in this miniarc so this works lmao.

Wrapping up on this note, thanks for sticking with me and reading till the end~

#ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year

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if you're up for it, just a lil christmas drabble with billy knight?

summary: your boyfriend has an unexpected reaction to visiting your family for christmas

word count: bit over 1k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, brief alcohol mention, talks about having kids

It took you a moment to notice that Billy had suddenly disappeared; the hustle and bustle of family, the twinkling lights, the table being set— it all distracted you that you weren’t even sure how long he’d been gone.

You’d seen him just a while ago while the kids were opening their presents (your family had a tradition of letting little ones open one present on the night of Christmas Eve), so he couldn’t have gone too far… but knowing that he had a habit of wandering when he was upset or overwhelmed, your heart did race with worry for a second.

You popped your head out the front door for a second, wondering if you’d see him out there on the snowy street, rubbing his sweater-paw-hands together and breathing a cloud of condensated breath on them to fight the chill; no luck. You made your way through the various family members here and there, trying not to step on any little ones running around or bump into any old folks moving at a snail’s pace; but he wasn’t in the kitchen, dining room, or hall. The sounds of merriment faded as you moved upstairs— all the lights were off, too, so all you had to see by was the light from decorated houses outside leaking in— and it was just enough that you thought you heard a sniffle in one of the empty bedrooms, behind a cracked-open door. You gingerly pushed it open, finding Billy inside, sitting on the bed and wiping his nose; it was hard to see without lights on, but when he lifted his head a bit you could see the streaks of tears reflecting the golden glow from the window.

“Love, what’s wrong?” you whispered, dashing to sit by his side. You reached out for him, but waited for him to nod before giving him a tight hug (he didn’t always like being touched when he got like this). “Did somebody say something? I told them if they gave you any trouble I’d—”

“No, no,” he managed to choke out as he shook his head, “they’ve all been… really nice…”

You wrinkled your eyebrows together and pet him on the head tenderly, making him soothe just a bit. “Did you have a flashback?”

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes gently. “No… s’not that…”

“It’s okay if you can’t tell me right now,” you offered, “I just wanna make it better—”

“No, m’not—” he mumbled, starting over. “I’m okay. I just… I told you I hate Christmas.”

Oh god, I’ve traumatised him by begging him to come this year, you assumed immediately.

“An’ I do— ‘cause it’s always been rubbish. Ever since my mum died,” he added, voice breaking slightly. “Even before it wasn’t great— nothing like this. V’never had a Christmas like this.”

Your eyes watered as you reached up to wipe a tear from under his eye.

“I never thought I deserved a Christmas like this,” he finally admitted.

“Love,” you sighed, “you deserve all the good things in the world.”

Sniffling again, he leaned into you and laid his face on your shoulder. You kept petting his hair, running your fingers through the loose waves, and he clung to you tightly. “I can come next year, right?” he whispered.

Laughing softly, you lifted his head and contemplated his sweet, teary face before you gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You can come every year, love… as long as you’re still my boyfriend, of course,” you joked.

He hesitated for a second, and your heart jumped; that wasn’t going to be a challenge, was it? “What if I’m your fiance?” he asked suddenly.

Your beaming smile couldn’t be helped— neither could the warmth in your cheeks. “Oh, er— definitely. That would be even better.”

He smiled back, kissing you again: slower, softer, sweeter. It took you a second to come back to reality when he pulled away, you would’ve been perfectly content just kissing him in this dark, quiet room for a while, but someone would probably come looking for you both soon with dinner almost ready.

“C’mon, I bet they’re waiting for us,” you mumbled, but he pulled you into one last hug before you led him back downstairs. As you quietly re-entered the gathering, your dad greeted Billy with a pat on the back and asked if he wanted a beer with his dinner; you were about to interrupt with a reminder that you’d told them before about how your boyfriend doesn’t drink (or, rather, can’t because of his medication) but you were impressed to see Billy speak up first with a polite ‘no thanks, sir, but I’ll take a cuppa if your wife’s got a kettle going’.

He’d already been so sweet, complimenting your mom’s cuppa saying she knew how to make it just right, listening to grandpa’s old war stories like they were fascinating, even tolerating your aunt’s Bible thumping. Seeing Billy’s reaction to it all made you see everything in a new way: you were so used to the annoying stuff— the loud kids and the grumpy relatives and the political arguments and that one cousin trying to convince everyone NFTs are the future— that you’d forgotten to cherish the little moments of pure joy. Your family was far from perfect, as were the holidays together, but compared to what he was used to Billy thought it was like being inside a Christmas card… and he wasn’t wrong, now that you leaned back and took it all in.

“I can’t wait for next Christmas,” Billy told you first thing when you got in the car on Boxing Day, preparing to brave the snow and drive home.

“Me either,” you smiled.

“And I can’t wait for our first Christmas with our family,” he added. “I mean— I know your parents said I’m part of the family now, but y’know… the three of us.”

“Three?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Me, you, and the baby.”

He said it like it was so obvious; the baby, like you should already know about whatever baby he was talking about. “Our baby?” you realised, face heating up despite the chill still in the car.

“Of course,” he grinned. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“Y-yeah, I just— I wasn’t sure if you—”

“S’what I want, too,” he promised. “Used to scare me more— ‘cause I thought it’d be like me an’ my dad. But it won’t. It’ll be nice, I think.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling a little dazed as he talked about this so casually, “I think so, too.”

Starting the car, you reversed from the driveway and onto the street. “Maybe we should have a lot of them,” he announced suddenly. “Five or six, I mean.”

“Children?!” you choked, slamming the brakes halfway into the road.

“Okay, maybe not that many!” he laughed. “Just drive, we’ll talk about it when we get home.”

You bit your lip, having to be careful not to drive too fast to get home quickly; it was thrilling, and a little terrifying, but you were looking forward to that conversation.

#billy knight x reader #billy knight fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fic #billy knight x you #billy knight x y/n

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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I need something, ANYTHING to read where Willy is quite literally a simp - you are the boss bitch running the show (everywhere but the bedroom, that’s where our model boy shines) and he is like literally obsessed with his partner because idk why but I feel like if that lil gnome is in love with you he’s clingy and obsessed (with no complaints lol)

“that lil gnome” 😂 But absolutely, love - let’s face it, he’s all cool and chill until that person comes along, and he’s turning into pudding 🥺 Again, this is much like the stuff I always write, but I’m a sucker for it, so of course I had to just go for it 🙈

Words count: 2.9+

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Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

William Nylander wasn't one to easily surrender his heart, but as it turned out, it led him to have no other option.

Tonight marked your one-year anniversary, and he'd gone all out to ensure it was special.

He meticulously planned the day, ensuring you'd be out with your girlfriends while he took charge of grocery shopping and prepared an extraordinary dinner. Well, truth be told, Stephanie, Mitch, Calle, Sanna, and even Auston pitched in - Stephanie and Mitch assisted with shopping, Calle and Sanna helped with decorations, and Auston offered great gift ideas. And yes, he did have a housekeeper who diligently cleaned the entire condo, sparing you from any chores for a while. Meanwhile, his mother guided him through the cooking preparations.

And despite his efforts, he was a bit of a wreck – sweaty and distressed from all the organising and planning, which wasn't exactly his forte. That area belonged more to you; you were the expert in organisation, always in control and adept at planning. While he was the laid-back boyfriend, ever ready with a playful quip.

Yet, neither of you had planned to cross paths.

He entered your life as unexpectedly as you entered his.

You'd been on a winning streak in life.

You successfully completed your education with expertise and landed an exceptional job opportunity. Scaling the career ladder, maintaining a healthy lifestyle, and prioritising your mental well-being were all part of your routine. It seemed like nothing could throw you off track.

Well, almost nothing - someone could.

Your first encounter with William took place in a quaint coffeehouse tucked away on a side street, often deserted as it remained relatively unknown. By chance, William had veered off his usual path, along with his doodles, and found himself on an unfamiliar street. Seeking warmth with a cup of coffee, he stepped into the nearest café where you were deeply engrossed in your work, savouring your own cup of coffee.

While waiting for his drink, his gaze fell upon your captivating, focused face, completely absorbed in whatever was displayed on your laptop screen. And a smile naturally crept onto his lips.

Your eyes shimmered with the reflection of the ambient lights, and your lips moved silently, articulating the words of the text you were so intensely absorbed in.

And as you looked up from your project, attempting to blink away the effects of staring at the screen for too long, you found yourself locking eyes with the blonde Swede.

At first you’d been oblivious to his gaze, but then his persistent intense stare eventually drew your attention, and his smug expression slightly stirred something within you.

As nonchalant as ever, William lounged against the counter in his oversized yet stylish attire, taking a sip of water while keeping his gaze fixed on you. When you flashed him a sweet, friendly smile, he attempted to silently mouth a 'hi,' but forgetting he had water in his mouth, ended up spilling it on himself.

A chuckle escaped you as you witnessed his awkward attempt to compose himself, wiping away the water from his lips. You tried not to stare too intently, but there was an undeniable intrigue about his handsome face.

Soon, as his coffee was ready, William regained his confident smirk and leisurely approached you.

"Hey," he greeted softly, prompting you to look up and offer a smile in return.

"Hey." Your voice sounded as sweet and gentle as William had imagined.

"I don't mean to interrupt your busy work, but... since I've already made a fool of myself, I thought I might as well come over and talk to you," he chuckled, standing before you, a smirk playing on his lips.

His overly charming manner managed to divert your attention from your work, eliciting a light laugh from you.

"Well, you're most welcome," you replied with a smile.

However, a moment of silence settled between you. William hadn't exactly thought this through, which wasn't his usual style. He typically had a knack for talking to women, but for some reason, he felt a bit hesitant looking at you, struggling to form a coherent sentence. It was as if his mouth wanted to speak, but his mind was in disarray, leaving him speechless.

"Um... I'm William, by the way," he finally managed to say.

"I'm y/n."

"It's nice to meet you, y/n."

Once again, a slight awkwardness hung between you both.

"So, do you want to sit... or-" you began, trying to ease the tension. But just as William was about to respond with a 'yes,' he heard Pablo and Banksy barking from outside.

Releasing a gentle sigh, feeling the need to return to his dogs, William flashed another smile.

"I'm sorry, I can't, but maybe I can see you some other time?"

You reconsidered his question for a moment before responding. Gently you then nodded and smiled, retrieving a piece of paper and a pen, swiftly jotting down your number and handing it to him.

"Just let me know when and where," you playfully winked as your eyes met his once again, and he turned to continue his journey through Toronto.

At that time, dating wasn't exactly on your radar, though, since you had never really been into the whole dating scene. In fact, you had never been in a serious, long-term relationship.

Over the past few years, you had dedicated yourself to personal growth and achieving your career goals, which you had remarkably surpassed, making you feel a sense of pride in your hard-earned accomplishments.

However, your friends had naturally encouraged you to find a partner to share your life with. While occasional one-night stands satisfied your immediate needs, they were fleeting. You lacked someone to share your highs and lows with, someone to confide in when things got tough, or simply to revel in life's sweet happy moments. Your friends had been your confidantes, but as they all found partners of their own, their availability dwindled, leaving you sometimes feeling alone.

However, instead of delving into dating apps or actively seeking connections in the real world, you channelled your energy into your work. Perhaps your friends were right about you being a bit of a workaholic, but that never bothered you. You cherished your life as it was, fully committed to yourself.

But then William Nylander asked you out on a date.

Normally you’d quickly turn someone like him down, yet his excessive confidence piqued your interest, sparking a curiosity to learn more about him.

And on your first date, conversation flowed endlessly. Hours passed as you both engaged in heartfelt discussions over coffee, followed by an aimless stroll whose duration remained a mystery, culminating in another cosy coffeehouse for a late afternoon snack. Time and place seemed to be lost to you both as you shared everything and yet nothing with each other.

During your second date, he took you out to dinner. And here, your inner strong and independent woman faced a subtle challenge.

Having been in a relationship with yourself your entire life, you knew precisely what you liked and disliked. And more importantly, an overly charming, good-looking man shouldn't easily sway you. But William introduced you to his favourite restaurant, nudging you to try something new, which surprisingly, you found quite enjoyable.

And when the time came to settle the bill, he insisted on paying. While you appreciated the kind gesture, you were more than capable of paying your part of the bill yourself, given your financial stability. However, William wouldn't yield. He challenged your resolve, asserting that since he’d been the one inviting you out, it was his responsibility to pay. And eventually, you accepted and allowed him to cover the expenses.

Well, on the condition that you'd be preparing dinner on your third date, which he happily accepted.

With finesse, you navigated around his kitchen, crafting delicious, thick steaks accompanied by a great serving of pomes Anna, homemade béarnaise sauce, and an array of vegetables and greens. To complement the dish, you poured a delightful glass of Pinot Noir, enhancing the culinary experience.

William simply chuckled, appreciating the sight of you effortlessly manoeuvring around the kitchen, fully immersed in your culinary artistry.

And the dinner was nothing short of perfection.

The food proved delicious, conversation flowed seamlessly, and William, as always, looked captivating.

And as the evening drew to a close, and you were about to leave - a scenario not exactly anticipated in his mind - he surprised you with a deep, sweet kiss that left your lips tingling for the rest of the night. Briefly exploring his tongue, he held you close, intensifying the kiss before you parted ways, announcing your departure. This left William feeling frustrated, yearning for more of your touch.

However, you decided to keep him at arm's length for a little while longer. Dating someone as confident and excessively charming as him wasn't part of your plan, yet you found it difficult to distance yourself from him.

Nevertheless, you convinced yourself that it was all under control. Though attracted to his handsome face and charismatic personality, you assumed he would eventually grow bored, and you'd return to your normal life.

But as logical as it sounded, William had no intentions of leaving you be.

You had captivated him, and now he couldn't shake you from his mind, which, for the record, was highly unusual for him.

By now, he would typically seek out another woman for a casual hook-up, but he simply couldn't deny the effect you had on him; making his heart race and his pulse quicken.

Thoughts of you occupied almost every minute of his day, evolving into a near addiction that prompted him to check his phone each morning and before he went to bed.

However, hockey consumed the majority of his time. Daily training sessions and lengthy game days made it increasingly challenging for him to carve out time to date you.

But instead of growing frustrated by his occasional absence, you decided to attend a hockey match with a few friends to demonstrate your support and interest in his life.

You messaged him about your plan, and swiftly he encouraged you to meet him after the game.

"Hey," he greeted, having showered and attended to media commitments.

"Hey, great win," you congratulated after releasing a tight hug and a quick kiss.

The two of you lingered as the last individuals in the corridors of the Scotiabank Arena, and while walking side by side, you dissected the game, sharing laughter and chuckles as usual.

Upon reaching the exit, William turned towards you, drawing you in for another heartfelt kiss, his hands gently exploring your hair and the back of your head, reluctant to let you go.

However, you gently pulled away, offering him a sweet smile, prompting him to speak.

"So, you want to come back to my place?" he cheekily inquired, earning another chuckle from you.

"Not tonight, love," you replied sweetly, causing William to release a soft sigh.

"What...?" William began, his tone reflecting confusion.

"Are you okay, Willy?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice.

"I just don't get it... I mean, we have so much fun together, and the kissing is incredible," he almost nervously chuckled. "But are you not into me?"

Your expression turned curious, yet you offered a gentle smile, understanding his inquiry.

"Willy, of course I'm into you," you lightly chuckled.

"So, what is it then?" he inquired, eager to understand why you seemed to be holding back, which had you let out a gentle sigh.

"Do you really believe that just because you're this irresistible, good-looking star hockey player, you can simply charm me, and then my legs will magically open up for you?"

William couldn't help but find your confident comeback amusing.

"Well, yes, that's usually how it works for me," he chuckled lightly. He found himself increasingly intrigued by your level of confidence, realising that you were a strong woman, and he would have to work to win you over.

"Sorry, love, but you've got to do a little more to earn that privilege," you teased, flashing a flirtatious wink before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, and making your way home, leaving William once again frustrated and alone.

"Fuck it..." he muttered as he headed back to his place.

There, he spent time scrolling through your conversations, where suddenly you sent him a naughty Snapchat, lounging in a tantalising set of lingerie, teasing him just enough to fuel his fantasies, and jerk off by the mere thought of you.

William was slowly becoming pudding in your hands.

Your strong and independent boss bitch personality had his mind turning and twirling, and his need for you only grew stronger over time. During roadies, he longed for your calls, which slowly turned into to naughty conversations and light phone sex, where you’d send him a few nudes for him to enjoy, and he’d replied with his much anticipating, needy hard-on.

And it had been that 12 days roadie that had let you to give up and let down your guard for him.

As soon as the team was back in town, and you had your next date with William, you’d put on one of those outfits he’ seemed to enjoy so much, and met him with take out at his place, only to end up in the bedroom.

And here he turned out to be the one in control.

You surrendered completely, allowing him to take charge, and undoubtedly, the five intense orgasms had made it all more than worthwhile.

And since that night, your relationship has flourished into something remarkably special.

You've been there for William during hockey matches, cooked for him after training, and spent countless days and nights at his place.

William couldn't be happier.

He admired your passionate nature and your dedication to your job, qualities he also valued in himself.

He simply adored your meticulous and organised nature, a bit of a control freak, with everything planned to the finest details - a stark contrast to his own personality.

You were the one to get him out of bed when he wanted to snooze, ensuring he didn't risk being late. Before a road trip, you assisted in packing his suitcases, meticulously checking that he had everything, from phone chargers to sufficient pairs of underwear, hair products, suits, ties, and his most treasured jewellery pieces.

And upon his return home, you'd restocked the fridge and snack cabinets. Sometimes, you even took the liberty to wash his towels and tidy up the kitchen, which he gently reprimanded you for since that was the responsibility of the cleaning staff.

But tonight, he refused to let you take charge.

This evening was solely dedicated to him expressing his profound love for you, pampering you with a delightful three-course dinner and your favourite wine.

For a whole year now, you'd been a significant part of his life, and he couldn't be more grateful for that. You'd been incredible, supporting him throughout the regular season, playoffs, and off-season. You'd seamlessly blended into his family and stood by him through thick and thin.

He simply couldn't imagine his life without you, and he needed to make that clear.

William recognised that he wasn't always the greatest at verbalising how much you meant to him. Instead, he tended to shower you with gifts and express his love physically rather than through words. He had a tendency to become possessive if he sensed someone showing a little too much interest in you, often holding on tightly, and occasionally staying silent until you prompted him to express his true emotions.

This was also how your relationship had eventually defined itself. William realised he wanted you around all the time, and despite not being naturally prone to jealousy, he surprised himself by feeling a little anxious at the thought of you with someone else.

So, he challenged himself to ask you, and unsurprisingly, you felt the same and happily agreed to be his girlfriend.

"Fuck..." William exclaimed as the dinner seemed to be heading towards disaster. Cooking wasn't his forte, far from it, but he was doing his utmost best.

As he glanced at the time, knowing you'd be home soon, he released his frustrations and discarded everything into the bin before resorting to plan B – ordering takeout.

"Hey, love!" you exclaimed enthusiastically upon entering the condo, laden with bags from your shopping trip.

Receiving no immediate response, you shed your coat and shoes, strolling slowly into the living room where you found William. He was proudly lighting the last few candles, having set the table, and played soft background tunes.

"Welcome home, babe," he greeted you with a mischievous smile, enveloping you in a hug and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

You were baffled.

Never had he gone to such lengths to do something like this.

"Willy, what have... is this what you've been doing all day?" you asked, almost speechless.

"Mmm," he nodded.

"Shit, it looks incredible. I can't believe you've done all this," you said, gazing deeply into his eyes after inspecting the beautifully decorated dinner table adorned with flowers, he knew you adored, and the takeout packages filled with delicious sushi.

"It's all for you, baby," he said softly, leaning his forehead against yours. "Happy anniversary."

Your eyes welled up with emotion as you felt the depth of his effort to express his love for you, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

"Happy anniversary, Willy," you whispered, connecting your lips once again, drawing him into a heartfelt kiss.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl hockey imagine #wn88 imagine

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 months

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♡ hyunjin loving your body ♡

♡ This is a request by this sweetheart of an anon. I hope I did justice to what you wanted ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x curvy!fem!reader

Genre: fluff & a lil spicy

Word Count: 900

Warnings: kissing, hyunjin's hands are obsessed with your booty, strong language

“Aah!” you scream, not out of fear but out of frustration. This is the 6th pair of shorts you’ve tried on in your usual size and not one of them fit. There have been small comments from your friends here and there about your butt getting bigger. You’ve done your best to ignore them, thinking they were just trying to push your buttons, but these past 20 minutes in the dressing room have proven them right. You turn to check yourself out in the mirror, dropping your shoulders with a huff.

Your boyfriend’s been planning this trip for weeks. With his schedule being so tight lately, it means a lot to finally spend some time together. It’ll be especially romantic doing it on an island where there’s water as clear and blue as the sky. You’ll breathe the freshest air to ever fill your lungs shielded from the noise of the outside world by the sounds of birds and dolphins. In a matter of days, you’ll be in heaven but right now? This is fucking hell.

“Y/N, what’s going on!” Hyunjin shouts, banging on the door. You jump, grasping at your chest, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” “I’m sorry” he apologizes, his tone softening, “I heard you screaming so I kinda had to come check on you. Are you okay?” You contemplate lying to him for a moment, not wanting to worry him, but that ship has sailed. “I’m okay. Only I’m not…I just…” The door behind you creaks, rattling the metal lock. “Open the door” he demands, some of the firmness returning to his voice.

“What? No! This is a women’s dressing room. What if someone sees you?” He pushes on the door again, stubborn as always when it comes to you, “Who gives a shit? Plus, no one’s even out here. Open the door!” Hyunjin’s not going to give up and you know it. Putting up a fight would just be useless so you slide the lock open, letting him in. “So,” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder, long hair tickling your cheek, “What’s the problem?” “I have a fat ass. That’s the problem” you pout, pulling at each side of your unzipped shorts to show him how much effort it takes to make them meet.

Hyunjin laughs, genuinely caught off guard by your answer, “Your ass is fat? That’s the problem?” “That’s it! Get out!” you shout, turning around to push him back towards the door. You use all of your strength but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist, cupping the plush of your ass with his hands. “Look over your shoulder” he insists. You open your mouth to speak but he’s already cutting you off, “Just look, baby, please.” Hesitantly, you glance over your shoulder and it’s still there in the reflection. The source of your insecurity. “You do have a fat ass” he admits, only not in the same disgusted way you’ve spoken about your body.

“You have…” he squeezes one cheek in his hand, slapping the other so that it jiggles, “the juiciest, softest ass I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s perfect.” You turn back around, laying your face against his chest, “Stop.” Tilting his head, he locks eyes with you, washing you with sincerity. “This ass that I lay my head on every chance I get. This ass that looks good in anything…” He grazes your top lip with his bottom, sending chills down your spine. “This ass that I grip when you’re riding my face…” Your eyes widen, feeling him grow hard against you, and you can’t contain the tiny smile forming on your lips. Smiling back at you, he sweeps you into a deep, patient kiss, all the while worshiping your ass with his hands.

Kneading. Slapping. Massaging. Pinching. Delicate but passionate. Hyunjin takes a hand and cradles the back of your neck, licking his way down your chin to give your neck the same attention he did your mouth. Your nails dig into his chest, twirling the cotton of his t-shirt between your fingers. And suddenly you’re hot all over. Feeling him praise your curves with his hands, sparking flames along the surface of your tender flesh, washes the doubt from your mind. “Fuck…” he growls against your skin, “Look what you do to me, woman!”

Faster than you can register he’s leaning around you, nibbling at the part of your ass peeking out the bottom of your shorts. “Cut it out” you giggle, managing to pull away but he’s right behind you, making sure to nibble as much of the left cheek as he did the right. Pinning you against the door, he traces the curve of your ass with his hardness, letting you feel all of him. “If you lose weight, gain weight, or don’t change at all your body will always be beautiful” he swears, bringing his arms back around your waist, “You will always be beautiful, okay?” It takes you a second to let his adoration of your body…of you…sink in.

When it does, your insecurities don’t magically melt away but the voices in your head telling you that you aren’t good enough are quieter now. Blanketed by Hyunjin’s words like heavy winter snow, you can barely make out what those voices are saying. There’s only you and him. And a new, blossoming love for your body.

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Girl i have n ideea. Imagine reader with those african braids and carl helping them get the braids out, and carl just finds the reader very hot, a lil bit later some smut and after care, like sjhsnsksjskaka, it will be very cute!💜💜

Getting br[laid]ed

Carl helps Y/N getting rid of her braids... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex

The little braids in your hair were annoying you. You wished you hadn't let Jessie talk you into braiding your hair at the temples with lots of little colored beads into a cornrow-like hairstyle at Thanksgiving. You had only liked it for the first few days; then you thought it was childish, and now - a few weeks later - the beads had grown out quite a bit, too, and it looked odd.

You had stopped by Jessie's to have her undo the braids, but she hadn't been home, so you scowled and turned back around when Carl approached you. "Have you been to Ron's? I'm on my way to see him now, too," he said.

"There's no one home," you said tersely.

Carl regarded you inquiringly. "What's the matter?" he wondered. "You look upset."

"Oh, it's nothing," you replied. "I just wanted Jessie to help me get rid of these stupid beads and braids," you grumbled, "I can't do it alone."

"Well, I can help you," Carl offered. "It can't be that difficult," he said optimistically.

"Really?"

"Yes. Come with me," he urged you, and just walked ahead to his house. Once there, you went up to Carl's room. He gestured for you to sit on the floor in front of his bed, and took a seat on the bed himself. "Let's see," he said indecisively, fingering the strands of your hair.

It was plucking. "Ow," you complained.

"Sorry," Carl muttered. "The beads are pretty tight." He gently loosened them, one by one, and tugged at the braids. Bushy and wavy, your hair stood out from your head, and Carl had to laugh.

"What's so funny?" you asked, miffed.

"Look in the mirror," Carl snorted when he had removed all the braids. You stood up and walked over to his closet where a mirror hung.

"Oh my God," you looked at your reflection in horror. "I look like an exploded broom!" Hastily, you sought out the bathroom, where you smoothed your curly locks with water before returning to Carl. To your surprise, he had switched on the TV and lay down on the bed; he propped himself up on his elbow, turned on his side, and gazed at you. Not for the first time, you noticed how attractive he was. His shiny hair fell messily into his forehead. "What are you doing?" you asked in wonder. "Are you tired?"

"No, I just...I thought we could chill a little more. It started raining anyway." He tapped the spot next to him.

Hesitantly, you approached the bed and lay down next to him. "What's that?" you pointed to the TV, where someone had just been chased through a house full of wax figures and then was doused with hot wax.

"House of Wax," Carl answered, but he was looking blankly at you. His face was very close to yours, and before you could think about it, he kissed you softly on the lips, then pulled back and looked at you, waiting. You were completely perplexed. "I'm sorry, Y/N," Carl apologized, embarrassed. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I thought you'd like it too, so..." That's as far as he got, because you had closed his mouth with yours. Carl's lips were soft and rough at the same time, and you kissed tenderly at first, then more and more intensely. Carl's hands had found their way under your top, and you didn't object when he unhooked your bra and carefully began to stimulate your breasts. You inhaled sharply as he turned his attention to your nipples and they immediately became rock hard under his caresses. "Do you like that?" assured Carl hesitantly.

"Yes," you gasped, "Carl, go on." You clung to him as he continued to fondle your breasts, allowing him to undress you. You shivered in the cold air, and Carl flipped back the covers after also removing his shirt and tossing it next to the bed. You two crawled under the covers and continued, the atmosphere heating up more and more.

"Should we take off all our clothes?" whispered Carl, as you were already fiddling with his belt. You just nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled so delicious. You giggled as you finally lay together naked, groping insecurely for Carl's cock. It was bigger than you had suspected, and touching it caused you to moan involuntarily and get wet between your legs. You were amazed at how quickly your body was reacting to Carl's touch and his pure presence. Carl grabbed your hand and moved it up and down faster and harder, sighing lustfully. At the same time, he let his other hand move between your legs. You spread your thighs as he began to finger you, screaming out. "You're all wet," Carl whispered in fascination, finding your most sensitive spot, turning you into a whimpering, begging mess.

"Do you have condoms?" you stammered eagerly. You could no longer form a coherent thought, your whole being, thinking and feeling was focused on Carl and what you were doing with each other.

"No," Carl said contritely. "I can pull out, but if it's not safe enough for you, we can..."

"I want to, Carl," you said breathlessly. At that moment, you didn't care whether he pulled out or not, or whether you got pregnant or not. All you wanted was Carl. You were helpless against your desire, rolling onto your back and pulling Carl on top of you. You were so wet and Carl was so hard that his dick slid effortlessly inside you.

"Fuck, princess, I won't last long," Carl moaned, making short, quick thrusts. It took him no more than a minute to tense up completely. "I'm cumming," he announced and tried to pull out, but you held him tight.

"Do it inside," you pleaded, "Please, Carl. I don't care. Do it inside."

Carl closed his eyes, arched his back, and pumped with firm, deep thrusts. His cum was hot and plenty, and as you felt him squirting into you, your own orgasm came over you like a shockwave. Gasping for air, the two of you lay still.

Carl had his eye tightly closed, and soon his breathing rate revealed that he had fallen asleep. You were looking at his sweet face and stroking through his long brown hair when an idea came to you. You suppressed a giggle as you braided Carl's hair into many little braids.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

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