#why the show blew up online

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I saw this on someone talking about this on their blog, the post didn’t directly come up on my dashboard, but the fact that this site has posts that can get like 60k notes earnestly arguing that Neil Gaiman wrote any queer representation at all in Good Omens shows how terminally online the general user base of this website is. If you log off your computer and talk to offline normies, especially straight ones, they think Aziraphale and Crowley are cis dude bros because there’s next to nothing in the actual source material to say otherwise. Retroactive tweets and tumblr posts from the author to gain clout don’t count. It’s just incredible how this site will demonize media that does actually have textual representation if it’s Cringe and problematique but make excuses for gomens because Gaiman is considered a tumblr cool kid and people don’t want to admit their favorite show has no representation lol

Gaiman really wrote nothing and then utilized the most terminally online ace discourse to justify it, and sometimes I still can’t believe how this website collectively fell for it.

Edit: how could I forget him claiming that Aziraphale and Crowley held hands completely off-screen, and this site bought it? Lmfao that’s called a LIE, kids

[teeth-cable]

Have you seen The Amazing Digital Circus yet?

If so, what's your opinion on it?

I LOVE TADC! It’s my favorite indie show at the moment! There’s just so much I like about it but my main ones are

1. The setting and execution being unique. A horror-like project taking place in an late 90s/early 2000s digital game is not a new idea and same goes with characters being stuck in a purgatory however it’s how the artists reinvent those idea that makes it new. The digital Circus made its own aesthetic that makes it stand out from other projects with similar concepts and designs. When I first watched the pilot, one of many things that stuck out to me was how new the story ideas felt. I couldn’t think of any other pieces of media similar to TADC beside for surface-level comparisons. The TADC created its own aesthetic and knows what it wants to be and I like it!

2. Soundtrack. Speaks for itself, the soundtrack for the pilot is so good especially Your New Home. That song is very catchy and emotional too. It has such a unique melody, everytime you hear the first few notes you instantly recognize it. It does a great job highlighting the dread and existentialism crisis of Pomni’s situation. I recommend to give it a listen if you haven’t.

3. The characters dynamics. I just love how the characters interact with each other. The majority of the jokes comes from characters’ interactions and dynamics and how well everyone plays off of each other. The best example is Jax with everyone, Jax is a funny jerk who likes bullying his peers. It’s funny to see what creative ways Jax will bully the other people whether it’s being sarcastic and making quips at them, or though goofy pranks and how the characters react because of their contrast in personality. Every character beside Jax is openly stressed or worried in someway while Jax, at first seem like a chill layback dude.

4. The characters differences. I adored the differences between each character from how they talk to their poses. After watching HH and HB, I learned to have an appreciation for character differences. It’s just refreshing to see characters allowed to be different instead of the same tired reused tropes and repeating the same type of dialogue again for every character.

5. Mystery and lore. There is so much to explore in the pilot, it’s make you wanting more. When going in to watch the pilot, I made the mistake of thinking the series will be predictable. I didn’t see how they could make this premise work because by the end of it, Pomni will go insane but then I watched the pilot and was speechless. The pilot does a good job setting up questions for the audience to ask. If Caine lied about the exit, what are other things did he lied about? How long has the cast been stuck in the circus? Who are these people? Are they previous game developers? Who were they in their previous lives? What is the company’s motivation to create the headset? What are the abstractions in game? Are they viruses to the game program? Who were the former cast? What horrors has Kinger seen to be as paranoid and easily frighten as he is now? Do the abstractions still have a consciousness? You just want to find out more about the lore to solve the many mysteries in the show. I find it impressive Gooseworx was able to stir up the theorists because they have admitted in an ask, there are already theories floating around that are almost right about the show.

One problem I did have for the pilot were the scenes containing the Gloink Queen. The pacing of the pilot was fine until we got to her then it was slow. I feel it dragged longer than it needed too but beside that, my issues for the pilot ends.

I can’t speak for the fandom on other platforms but the tumblr one is great! Most of the time everyone is being respectful towards each other and I love seeing what creative theories, AU, fanfics, and art the fans created. The only people causing drama are the anti-shippers, and it’s just dumb. All of the cast are adults, if age gaps ships makes people uncomfortable, that’s valid but they shouldn’t make it into other people’s problems. Gooseworx themselves admitted they don’t care for romance and they don’t want fans in the fandom getting harassed over shipping.

Overall despite what issues I had for the pilot and fandom, they’re overshadowed by the positives and I can’t wait to see the full show and the fandom’s growth.

[astrolynnworld]

movie date

pairings: switch!chris x reader

summary: you and chris are at the movie theater and chris starts to get horny.

warnings: smut, switch chris, fingering, oral, exhibitionism, language, mommy/daddy kink, praise.

a/n: since you guys loved my last sub story with chris i decided to give you guys a best of both worlds 🫡

word count: 1,255

chris holds the door for you as you guys walk into the theater

“after you, princess” he says as he gestures his hand out for me to go first. i laugh at the corniness that is chris sturniolo

nonetheless i walk in first as he trails behind me. we had already bought our tickets online so we just had to go to the employee working at the front desk to confirm our purchase and further allow us entry.

“do you want anything to eat before we go in, bae?” chris asks

“can we share a popcorn please?” i ask back

“i love when you know what i like” he remarks with a smile

after getting our popcorn, we find the theater number for our showing and get comfortable in the first open seats we could find.

as the trailers play, me and chris are having little side conversations about which movies look interesting enough to see for future dates.

we continuously eat our popcorn as the lights dim, signaling that the movie will begin soon.

about 10 minutes into the movie i decided to lift the arm rest up and get comfortable in chris’s lap as we finish the last bits of popcorn

“why does every movie theater have to be freezing?” i ask rhetorically

chris laughs, “here” he says while taking off his sweater to wrap around me while i lay on his lap

i smile as the small romantic gesture.

we continue to watch the movie without a word. although, i do start to shuffle around trying to find a better position where my body wont feel uncomfortable.

soon after, i start to hear chris’s heartbeat pick up.

“are you okay?” i ask the anxious boy

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he responds

i leave it alone from there.. until i start to feel an growing imprint on my back

chris was getting hard. what from? i don’t know

“chris .. are you hard?” i ask

“im sorry.. i can’t help it when you’re this close to me, i can feel the warmth of your body” he replies.

“do- do you want me to take care of it?” i say while raising up so i can get closer to his face

“but- y/n there’s people around” chris says while anxiously looking around

“come on chris, there’s nobody in our row. nobody will be able to see, all you have to do is just keep quiet.. can you do that for me like a good boy?” i say while rubbing on his hard dick

“hugh.. of course i can miss” chris states while entering his submissive state

i personally love when chris is submissive, he gets so needy and cute. i would do nothing more than to always be the one in charge when it came to chris

“good boy.” i reply, knowing these words are his weak spot

i pull out his dick and start softly touching the tip just to tease him a little. he throws his head back on the chair.

the movie theater was dark but that doesn’t stop me from seeing the red throbbing tip that lies in front of me

“when’s the last time you touched yourself, chris?”

“i don’t touch myself, i wait for you”

now if i wasn’t already turned on by this whole scenario, this sentence would have sent me into a spiral.

i knew the last time we had sex was over 3 days ago, had he really not cum in three days?

“good. i want you to always keep it like that. good boys don’t cum when mommy’s not around”

i felt it throb in my hand.

“awe do you like when i talk to you like this baby?”

“mommy please.” he whines

“please what, baby?”

“please put it in your mouth” he tries to whisper

with this phrase i immediately put as much of him in my mouth as i could.

the speed of my motion caught him off guard so he let out a huff that almost blew our cover.

i put my right hand over his mouth and used my left hand to stroke whatever could not fit in my mouth.

i stroke stroke stroke, spit spit spit, lick lick lick, just being sloppy on his dick cause i knew that’s what he liked the most.

“fuck y/n your mouth is absolutely amazing” he iterated in an exasperated moan

he started to thrust up into my mouth, forcing his cock deeper.

gagging on his dick, i let him continue because i knew he was about to cum

“omg omg omg i’m gonna-“ the boy says before releasing spurts of semen down my throat

“fuck y/n..” he says out in breathy moans

i swallow his semen and give him a kiss to further lay back in my original position

“oh we’re not done” he says after i get back in my spot on his lap

“wha-“ i’m cut short as i feel his hands slide down into my underwear

“you’re so wet baby, is that all from me?”

the code switch drove me insane, how he went from calling me mommy 3 minutes ago to calling me baby in that patronizing tone

“hmm? i need you to speak for me baby” he says while gently rubbing my clit in circles

“fuck chris, yes this is from you.” i say inbetween breaths trying to maintain my volume

“you sound so good when you say my name like that” he says keeping the pace steady

“chris i need you to go faster please” i plead

“beg me princess.” he says in a stern dominant tone

how could a sentence be so hot?

“please chris please go faster, i neeeed to feel you so bad… do your worst to me daddy”

this ignited a new passion in chris, a passion to make you a fuzzy brained mess for his fingers.

“you’re gonna regret saying that, princess”

he uses the wetness of my pussy to slide his fingers on in.

i freeze at the feeling of his fingers going in because immediately after, he starts thrusting his fingers inside of me as a pace uncomprehending

“chri- chris.” i moan quietly while trying to pull away from him

“don’t move princess, don’t you wanna be a good girl?” he says mockingly

i thrust my body up trying to follow the rhythm of his fingers as he pushes and curls his fingers deeper inside of me

“that’s it my pretty girl, feel good for me”

i continue to use my body to push into his fingers, feeling the knot in my stomach start to untie.

he pulls his fingers out and starts fastly circling my clit once again so he can help me reach my climax.

i cover my mouth in pleasure while pushing out the feeling of my orgasm.

“cum for me princess, you’re doing so good” he says as he talks me through it

losing control of my hips i start bucking into his hand while letting out my high.

“you just squirted all over the chair” chris says as i relax my body

“huh?” i have him repeat

“the chair.. look”

the chair next to us was covered in my juices

“oh my god.” i say as a notice the scene

“we need to clean this up” i continue

“after baby, i wanna enjoy you for right now.” chris says

he grabs me back in his lap to cuddle as we finish the movie.

“we’re definitely gonna have to rewatch this movie” i say laughing

“oh yeah for sure” he responds.

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a/n: thank y’all for reading this!! hope you guys enjoyed <33

[itgetsdark-x]

ok but pre-outbreak Joel gets a cute young new neighbour and she’s a camgirl (pretending it’s more modern day and the technology exists lol) but he doesn’t know and one day she asked him for help with fixing something so he actually sees the inside of her house. And then later on, at night he’s trying to find something good 👀 for happy Joel time (bc his cute neighbour in her way too short shorts got him a lil hot and bothered) he comes across her doing a live cam show and he’s like “oh shit.. I know that room. And that ass..) and he realises it’s her and he just has to join in and see what’s going on and it just gets smutty.

And in the end he somehow reveals it’s him in a discreet non creepy way and she’s like yeah i know *wink wink* just really flirty and stuff! There could even be another part eventually where they actually get together and smuuuut!

This idea has been in my head the last few days but I’m not a good writer.. and you’re such a good smut writer 😭😭

A/N: oh my sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long!! I may or may not have got carried away with this and rolled it all into one piece… so have this monstrous 7.1k word oneshot 🥹

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!! fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!), use of the word daddy, implied age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age!), probs more I’ve missed. It’s just porn tbh people!

Word Count: 7.1k

Characters: Joel Miller x Cam Girl!Reader (f)

You waved sweetly, blew a kiss to your laptop screen and ended the stream after saying a final goodbye to your viewers. You closed down your laptop and reached behind you, on your bed to grab your T-shirt and shorts. You stood up from your spot on your bed, stretched your back with a groan and threw your baggy T-shirt on over your naked torso and shimmied your tight gym shorts over your bare legs. 

You had moved back to Austin a few months ago with your parents, things had ended badly with a previous partner and it meant moving back to the city to be closer to them. Your parents majorly helped you out, hence why you were able to afford the comfy house you lived in, deep in the suburbs. 

Your house was next to Joel Miller’s, he was a devoted single father to his daughter, Sarah, who was in her mid-teens. You would sometimes look after Sarah if her sitter ever cancelled last minute and you loved it, it was like having a little sister, she would often come round and ask for advice on clothes, boys and sometimes, homework, when she trusted you enough to know the subject. 

You kept a fair distance from her dad, he was a handsome male in his late forties, potentially pushing older and sure, you thought he was super handsome but it wasn’t a line you particularly wanted to cross due to the implications and mess if you did, so you stuck to yourself besides your interactions with Sarah. 

To help pay your rent and keep food on your table, you had a part-time job at a local store but the main source of your income came from your online presence. You performed on an adult-only cam site and offered subscriptions for your content. You had somewhat gained traction on the site and it left you living fairly comfortably, especially with your parents help. No one around you in your day-to-day life knew about your online presence and you preferred to keep it that way, it was the twenty-first century and sure your parents may have understood, you just preferred to not talk about it with them. 

You walked downstairs, your makeup was still on but you had pulled your hair up away from your face. You had gone to get a snack after a two-hour long show, you had given your midday viewers a special treat as you normally only performed in the evenings / later at night as that’s when the money seemed to roll in easier. You ate a bagel with cream cheese and sighed to yourself as you scrolled through your phone, you clocked the time and noticed you had four hours or so until you had an evening stream booked. You needed a hot bath to clean yourself up after this afternoon’s one and a nap also sounded amazing. 

With that in mind, you wandered back upstairs and switched your taps on in your en-suite and awaited the water to warm up. You waited five minutes and the water was still icy cold, you rolled your eyes and pulled your clothes back on. 

“Fucks sake.” You huffed angrily and stomped downstairs to pop next door. 

Joel was a contractor and all-round handyman, sure he wasn’t a plumber but he would most definitely have a better idea of what was going on and he would most likely be able to fix it. You walked down the driveway of your house to head to Joel’s; the cool summer breeze pricked your skin, goosebumps rose on your arms and legs and your nipples hardened under the white fabric of your T-shirt. 

You brought your hand up and knocked on the door once, you looked down at your appearance and suddenly felt self-conscious, you pulled your arms across your chest to cover your nipples and shifted on the spot as you awaited someone to answer the door. 

“Oh, hi darlin’.” Joel said, smiling through his confusion as to why you were here and knocking on his door. “Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, she’s been beggin’ me to let her have a sleepover so I gave in. Were you looking for her?” He asked softly. 

You tracked his eyes, they started from your flip-flop clad feet and followed the shapely lines of your bare legs before they hungrily raked over your torso and found their way back to your own eyes. You swallowed roughly and pulled your arms tighter around yourself. 

“Uh, I was actually looking for you…” you started. “I’ve got somewhere to be in a few hours and I need a bath, my taps aren’t running hot. I was wonderin’ whether you could come over and take a look?” You asked nervously. 

“Oh sure! It’ll probably be a simple fix, let me grab my tools from the truck and I’ll be right over.” He smiled and closed his door behind him. 

He grabbed his toolkit from the back of the truck and ushered for you to lead the way back to your house. Joel watched as your hips swayed as you walked, the stretchy fabric of your gym shorts clung to your hips, ass and thighs perfectly. They rode up your behind in the most teasing way and Joel mentally cursed himself for imagining what laid underneath the material. 

“Hot date tonight then?” Joel asked innocently as you walked him up your stairs. 

“Ha. Yeah. Something like that.” You laughed awkwardly, god if only he knew. 

You opened your bedroom door to Joel and let him walk into your room. “Yeah, just through that door. I’m useless with this sorta stuff and normally I would call my dad but he’s at work and I noticed your truck in the driveway…” you mumbled and stood in your bedroom awkwardly. 

You looked around your room, just scanning the area to ensure you hadn’t left any of your toys out from your stream and you felt your cheeks immediately glow when you noticed your vibrator sitting by your pillow. 

Joel was humming as he took your bath panel off to inspect the plumbing work under the ceramic and you took the opportunity to push the vibe just under your pillow. You went over to the bathroom and leant on the door frame; you couldn’t help but admire the older male’s biceps as they flexed as he toyed with the temperature valve under the bath. He fiddled around for fifteen minutes or so until the water ran hot, the water immediately steaming in the air. 

You grinned at him as he called out ‘gotcha’. “Joel! You’re a hero, thank you! I owe you a pack of beers, I’ll get them over to you at some point this week, I promise.” You enthused and clapped your hands. 

Joel sat up from his position, clicked your bath panel back in place and switched the taps off. He looked at you and dusted his hands off on his jeans, as you clapped he couldn’t help but notice the way your breasts squeezed together under your shirt. He could clearly see that you weren’t wearing any underwear, your nipple’s colour showed through your white T-shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers at the sight. 

“Don’t be silly, darlin’. I’m just happy to help out a neighbour in need. Plus you look out for Sarah, I owe you a lot more than sorting out a couple valves under your tub.” He laughed and threw his spanner back into his tool bag. 

“I love Sarah! She’s like a little sister to me, I just hope I’m not a bad influence on her!” You giggled and watched as Joel packed up his tools. 

“You a bad influence? I doubt that very much, sweetheart.” He smiled softly and you let him pass you back into your room. He looked around your room and admired your decorations. “I like what you’ve done in here, looks real nice. You do this yourself?” He asked and toyed with the material of the canopy that hung above your double bed. 

You nodded proudly. “Yeah, well, my dad helped me a little but I always get impatient and end up doing it myself just so it’s done.” You chuckled and he looked around before clapping his hands awkwardly once. 

“I should uh, let you have your bath in peace. Unless you need anything else from me?” Joel asked causing your eyebrows to rise in shock. “No! I meant um, sorry darlin’! Didn’t mean to sound so dirty with that suggestion, I mean do you have anything else that needs to looking at around your house?” He corrected himself and you laughed softly at him. 

“Oh, of course you didn’t.” You mumbled, an edge of disappointment lacing your voice. “Well, my facets and pipes under the sink, downstairs are a little loose and leaky. If you wouldn’t mind tightening them, I would be really grateful.” You smiled softly and after Joel gave you a nod, you lead him downstairs into your kitchen. 

You bent down to move your cleaning supplies out of the way and Joel swore his heart almost stopped, he could clearly see the outline of your ass and your privates as the lycra clung to every one of your curves. You stepped back and let Joel work again. 

“Joel, can I please be really rude and excuse myself to go and take that bath? I need to clean up before I’m needed elsewhere. I really appreciate your help with this all and please feel free to let yourself out. I’ll pop by tomorrow with some beers!” You said sweetly. 

“No worries at all, I won’t be long at all, sweetheart. Please don’t worry about the beers, it’s my pleasure. Honestly.” Joel spoke from under the sink as you left the kitchen to go back to your en suite. 

Joel continued to work on your kitchen sink, it was a short job and he was soon finished. He heard the water stop running upstairs and once again, he scolded himself for letting his filthy thoughts run away from him. He imagined your body slipping into soapy water, the bubbles clinging to your breasts, your perky nipples inviting him to suck them into his mouth and your perfectly round ass glistening with the soapy water. He groaned to himself as he picked up his toolkit to leave, he briefly palmed his half-hard cock in his jeans and he was feeling so thankful that he had the house to himself that evening. 

Whilst in the bath, you laid back into the enticing warm water and you let your thoughts run away from you. You imagined how Joel’s calloused fingers would feel buried deep in you, working your pussy closer to orgasming. You imagined how it would feel to be embraced by him before he pushed his dick deep into you until you were crying for him to stop. You physically shook your head and swallowed thickly, that right there, those thoughts, that’s exactly why you tried to keep your distance from the older male. He got under your skin and lit a fire deep in the pits of your belly. Silently, you were appreciative that you were so worked up because you knew it meant you would be giving your viewers a great show tonight. 

The time soon came for you to start your live stream; you were wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties; the bra had crisscross straps across your cleavage and your nipples showed through the sheer material. 

“Evening guys,” you purred and gave a wave to your viewers. Whenever you streamed you work a masquerade mask to hide your identity and you always put a voice on; it was similar to your own but a little bit lower and more sultry. “How’s everyone’s day going today? I know I’m super excited to be here tonight.” You whined as your fingers toyed with your hardening nipples. 

Your set up was simple, you usually sat on your bed at the beginning of streams before moving into all crude positions for your viewers; their comments and tips egging you to go further. 

Comments started to flood in and it didn’t take long for you to lose your bra; you kept your panties and stockings on as the garment you chose for tonight was crotchless which mean you could toy with yourself without losing the sexy underwear. 

You were laid back, your back was arched off the bed as you plunged your rabbit vibrator in and out, your thoughts swam with Joel and imagining it was him pleasuring you. Small moans tumbled from your lips as the noise of comments and monetary tips filled the room. 

You were getting closer to having an orgasm and you didn’t know how long you could hold off for. Normally, when streaming, you would fake it a lot since it was a lot of effort to have orgasm after orgasm, especially for hours at a time; by now you had perfected the faking of one but not tonight. Your fingers pinched at your nipples and you shuddered on your toy as you worked yourself through it. You removed the toy and brought it up to your bare lips, you sucked it into your mouth and moaned. 

“Wow, thank you Sunset331 for the $100 tip. I’ll be sure to send a picture your way after the stream.” You purred. 

*Handyman47 Entered the Chat*

“Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” You called out and turned so the camera had a perfect view of your exposed ass and vagina. You pushed the toy back into yourself and whimpered at your overstimulation as you got right back into the quick rhythm. 

—

Joel was frustrated, sexually and emotionally. He needed to relieve some of the stress that had built up this afternoon. He had always found you tempting and attractive but tried his hardest to ignore you whenever you came round. But there you were today, all perfect and tight, he was blinded by his arousal.

He laid back on his bed, his back pushed up against his pillows as he got his laptop out and started Googling adult-only sites that could help him along the way. He stumbled across a streaming site he hadn’t seen before, it looked decent enough so he quickly made an account and clicked onto one of the first streams he saw the thumbnail for. 

The actress looked attractive enough for him to take the edge off and he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that the body on his screen looked similar to yours but he pushed that sinister thought away and assumed it was because you had frustrated him so much earlier that day. 

Then he heard the voice from his laptop, “Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” It clicked instantly in his brain, his eyes scanned the background of the room and he swallowed thickly. 

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his hand, he was already stroking himself and then he happened to stumble across you. He watched on as the toy disappeared into your hungry heat and would come out covered in your arousal, he groaned loudly from the back of his throat as his thumb swiped over his cock head and lubricated his length with his own pre-cum. 

He knew he should close his laptop down and go and take a cool shower but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of his laptop screen, he looked out his window and could see yours; your curtains were drawn and there was a charming pink glow coming from behind them. Just like in your stream. He was so close to you, yet you had no idea just what he was doing a mere distance away from you or how crazy you drove him.

—

“Oh yeah, just like that daddy. Please don’t stop. Yeah.” You moaned, you had switched positions again. You were on your back and your sticky privates showed directly to the camera. Your juices were creamy and thick as you continued to push your toy into your hole. “Hmm, I think I should change to something bigger. I need a real man to come here and fill me up.” You purred and sat up to read the comments. 

Handyman47: I volunteer, darlin’. 

Sunset331: on my way, need u so bad

Jungleboy87: show us that needy pussy again. pls

You giggled as you read the comments, your tits hung in front of the camera as you did so but one caught your eye. Handyman47, surely it was a coincidence, no? Joel was around that age, that was his job and the fact he called you darling. Your throat went dry as you pondered the possibility of it being the older man from across the road. 

You pushed that thought aside and grabbed your dildo off your bedside table; it was hot pink and a thick 10” in length, your biggest one to date. 

“What do you think, guys? Do you reckon I can make it fit in my little hole?” You purred and ran it through your wet folds. 

You pressed the tip of the toy into your hole and whimpered at the immediate stretch, slowly, you plunged it into yourself. The stretch of the toy stung and you closed yours eyes, imagining it was Joel filling you out like that. 

Comments of encouragement flooded the chat once again and you smiled devilishly as you pulled the toy out to switch your position. You lifted the prop from the floor, it was a large piece of plastic that you used specifically for streaming, it allowed you to suction your toy to it and it meant you could ride it with ease. 

“Oh fuck, daddy. You’re so big. Dunno if I can take it all like this.” You whimpered, straddling the toy and slowly pushing yourself down onto it. 

You rode your toy, the pleasure already building up in your body and you clenched around it weakly as your thighs burned with the effort. 

Joel watched on, his eyes fixated on his screen; he saw the way your tight pussy stretched around the toy and he pumped his cock enthusiastically with each rise and fall of your body. His tip was leaking pre-cum and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was cumming into his palm over the sight of you fucking yourself. 

“Gonna squirt all over your cock.” You shuddered and you meant it, it was how you ended your shows normally; one final blow out for the fans. 

Your hand fumbled beside you as it reached for your bullet vibrator. You brought it to your clit and almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing through you, your hips faltered as your ground down onto the toy below you. You rose as your felt yourself gush around it, your juices splashed onto the toy and you couldn’t help the way your eyes screwed shut and a loud, shaky moan fell from your lips. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He heard it. That was his name. Surely not. Joel watched as you continued to squirt, his cock throbbed and with one final pass of his hand, he came hard. Your name fell from his lips with a groan, he kept hearing the way you whimpered his name as you came on your toy over and over in his head and it made his spent dick jump as he milked himself of every last drop. 

You shuddered as you removed the toy fully from yourself and discarded your bullet to the side of you after turning it off. 

“Wow guys, I’ve made a massive mess here.” You giggled and slapped your sopping wet core once, the wetness apparent as your fingers tapped lightly. 

Comments of appreciation were flooding through your chat and you grinned as you read each one. 

“Thank you sooo much for tuning in guys, I won’t be streaming tomorrow but I’ll be back the day after. Thank you all so much for the support. I love you.” You cooed sweetly and blew a kiss to the camera before shutting the stream down to clean up after yourself. 

—

You had slept soundly after last night’s stream; it was a busy one. All morning, whilst trying to do some admin work, all you could think of was that one username that stuck out to you… Handyman47. You were sure it just had to be a sick coincidence, your thoughts were clouded by lust in the moment and of course it wasn’t Joel. Why would he watch your stream? He didn’t find you attractive, that would just be ridiculous. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. 

You finished up your work for the morning and decided to pop out to the store, to buy the beer you had promised Joel. It was a warm day so you dressed yourself in a sunflower-yellow sundress and flip flops, your hair was tied up messily. 

Once you arrived home from the store, you parked your car up and made your way over to Joel’s house to give him the cool beers. It was a small gesture to say thank-you for the help, even if he insisted that he didn’t want them, it was the polite thing to do and you were raised with manners. 

You raised your arm and placed a quick knock to the door, you were half-expecting to see Sarah’s gorgeous locks but instead you were met with Joel. 

“No Sarah again?” You asked. 

“She uh, she wanted to stay another night at her friend’s and well, you know how the kid is, how could I say no?! You disappointed to see me again, darlin’?” Joel joked with a smirk, although, oddly, he barely made eye contact with you. 

You shrugged. “Eh, not quite my girl but you’ll do.” You joked and held the beers out for Joel. “Plus, she can’t exactly drink these. Not for a couple years anyway.” You winked. 

“Or ever.” Joel replied dryly, catching your eyes this time. He took the pack of beers from you with a smile. “I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t need to do this for me! It was a small favour. How ‘bout you come on in, we can crack open a beer together?” Joel asked, opening his door wider for you to step in. 

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna impose, I bought them for you to enjoy. Don’t feel like you have to share!” You smiled. 

Joel shook his head and gently took your wrist, to pull you inside. “Nonsense. You look like you’ve had a busy mornin’ and could do with a beer. Go ahead and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I’ll put these in the fridge and grab a couple.” 

You obliged albeit reluctantly, you didn’t mind spending time with Joel but he drove you mad; just being in a close proximity to him like this drove you insane, you couldn’t act on what you wanted and it was torture. You sat down on the couch, crossed your legs and smoothed your dress down, the hem rested comfortably on your upper thigh, just teasing with a glimpse of your forbidden skin. 

Joel entered the room and gave you a bottle of beer, you shot him a small thank you before taking a sip. He sat opposite you in his arm chair and let his legs sprawl out widely; he was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, the material hugging his biceps deliciously. 

“How was your hot date last night?” Joel enquired innocently, pretending he didn’t know what you had been up to. “I’m sure I could hear you screamin’ from here.” He teased. 

You laughed dryly and shot him a deathly glare which only made him chuckle. “Wasn’t a hot date, I was actually um, I was working.” You mumbled and stared into the neck of your bottle before drinking some more. 

“That time of night? I thought you worked at that fancy little store in the city?” Joel asked, probing you further. He was treading on thin ice, either you were going to open up about what you were doing or you were going to lie through your teeth. He noticed the way you switched your legs over and shifted awkwardly in your seat. 

“I uh — I have an extra job.” You shrugged, keeping your cards close to your chest. Joel had never really spent this much alone time with you, especially not to ask you this many questions. “How’s work going for you, a lot of jobs on at the moment?” You asked just trying to deflect the attention away from your work. 

“Nope, you’ve got me intrigued, darlin’. What were you doing? What’s this extra job?” 

You cringed, you placed your bottle on the table and hid your face behind your palms. “I — I model and perform on an adult-only site; I do live shows of porn, basically.” You admitted, your cheeks were glowing under your hands. 

Joel watched as you hid your face, he bit back a smirk and watched as your embarrassment poured from you; it was wrong to admit, but it turned him on, to see you all embarrassed and flustered. 

“Oh yeah, I know the ones.” Joel said casually, taking another drink with a shrug. 

You peered through your fingers and your mind shot back to the username. Surely it wasn’t him. No. 

“You, Joel Miller, are telling me you’re one of those creeps on the site?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at him. 

“Wouldn’t say I was a creep.” He stated bluntly. “I have needs darlin’, especially when my neighbour drives me mad all afternoon dressed in tight shorts or a sexy little dress.” His eyebrow was cocked upwards, testing the water to see exactly how you would react. 

You put your hands on your lap, your mouth fell agape and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat again. 

“Oh. I. Um. You?” You mumbled incoherently, your brain not working quickly enough to form an intelligible sentence which caused Joel to laugh. “You — you see anything on those sites of interest?” You asked quietly, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress more out of nerves than to adjust the garment. 

“Saw a nice little show last night…” Joel said quietly, he stood from his seat; you could see the vague outline of his thickening cock in his shorts and your privates throbbed. “Thought I recognised the room…” he said, sitting down next to you. “But then I thought, no, it couldn’t be that good little girl that lives next to me. Not with the way she was performing, doing such a good job at taking in her toys.”

Joel was closing the space next to you, you could feel the weight of his body next to you and his fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. It was a tender movement and it made you shiver physically under his touch. You avoided making eye contact with him, you were sure this was just a joke and he was teasing you for your extracurricular job. 

“Look at me.” Joel demanded, his lips were by your ear now, they just ghosted over the area and you shook your head. “Look. At. Me.” Joel said more sternly and his voice was dropped impossibly low. 

His hand held your bare knee, his fingers teasing to travel just under your dress and you finally bared to look at him. Your eyes were wide in shock, your chest heaved slightly with your more laboured breaths and small beads of sweat collected on your neck. 

“It was you…” you whispered to which Joel just smirked. “Son of a bitch. You’re a dirty old man, Mr Miller.” You teased, still feeling nervous under his watchful gaze and touch. 

“Is that why you whimpered out my name as you squirted on your toy? Cause I’m a dirty old man?” Joel asked, his voice dripping with sheer confidence. 

“I — no I didn’t.” You huffed. 

Joel squeezed the delicate skin of your thigh and you made a pathetic noise from the back of your throat before you tried to swallow it back. 

“I heard it.” Joel said smugly. “God, made me cum so hard on myself to hear you calling out my name.” He groaned, thinking back to his activities from last night. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call out your name, I didn’t think anyone heard me. Please don’t tell anyone about my extra job.” You whined as Joel’s hand slid up under your dress slightly, his fingers brushed past your clothed heat and your eyes dipped shut for a second. 

“How about I show you how good I feel compared to those pieces of plastic.” Joel whispered. 

“Please.” You breathed and bucked your hips upwards, searching for the feel of Joel’s fingers. 

Joel silently got off the sofa, you wanted to whine and bring him back so you could feel his large frame next to you again. Before you could react, the older male was sinking to his knees in front of you and was holding your thighs firmly. 

“Wanted to taste you from the day you moved in next door.” Joel stated and your cheeks flushed at his admission. 

He pushed the fabric of your dress up, you took the hint and was quick to discard it to the side of you. Your breasts were freed from the fabric and Joel groaned deeply as he drank in your naked form. He held your thighs again and he pulled you forward so your panties were closer to his face which caused you to yelp.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Joel cursed as he let one of his fingers trail across the wet fabric of your panties. “You wet already for me? Thought you woulda got it outta your system last night.” Joel teased with a knowing smirk as your shuddered against his gentle touch. 

“Are you gonna chat up my vagina all afternoon or are you gonna show me how much better you are than my toys?” You snapped with a bratty smile. 

“I won’t give you anything if you talk to me like that. Now be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?” Joel bit back, his voice full of condescension which admittedly, only fuelled your arousal further. 

You rolled your eyes and just as you opened your mouth to argue back with the man, he pulled your panties to the side and let one of his fingers sink into your heat roughly. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped at the fabric of Joel’s t-shirt, the sudden action throwing you off. 

Joel twisted his digit to curl it inside of you before he removed it again, causing you to whine angrily at him. You lifted your head to grumble but instead you were silenced as you locked eyes with him; he brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked it in with a soft moan. Your lips parted in silent shock as Joel sucked your arousal into his mouth, moaning like it was the finest food he had ever eaten. 

“Taste so sweet, princess. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned, finally removing your panties from your privates. As you lifted your hips to allow the man more access, he noticed how evident your arousal was, you were near dripping onto his sofa and his mouth watered. “I’m going to eat you out now and I won’t stop until you squirt right into my mouth, so how about you be a good girl and do that for me.” Joel said sternly. 

You nodded dumbly; no man had ever spoken to you this way before, at least, no man you truly wanted. Without another word, Joel dipped his head down and licked a fat stripe up through your folds. You moaned softly, the noise was delicate and sincere, a complete contrast to how you sounded coming from his laptop screen last night. Your body shuddered against the sofa and your fingers had weaved their way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair; his soft locks entangled with your digits. You gently tugged at his hair causing the male to make a gruff noise into your folds, the vibrations rippled through you and you moaned again. 

Joel sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensitive bud was already throbbing with the male’s previous efforts and as soon as his lips suctioned around it your back was arching off his sofa. The old couch creaked under your body as your contorted your back when Joel’s tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Fuck me!” You cursed, one of your hands leaving Joel’s head to pathetically grip at the edge of the sofa for further stability. 

“Later,” Joel mumbled into your wet pussy. 

You let out a breathy chuckle; your head was swimming, your thighs were shaking with the pleasure as Joel continued to work his tongue expertly over your clit and occasionally to dip down into your hole. You felt your orgasm start to bubble lowly in the depths of your belly, just a gentle simmer as Joel licked at you like a man who had been starved. 

As if he read your mind of wanting more, Joel brought two fingers up to your hole; he barely dipped them into you and you whimpered weakly. He pushed one finger in, just barely up to his knuckle before he withdrew it and licked over your clit again, the tip of his tongue flicking at it gently. 

“Please.” You pleaded with a weak and shaking voice. 

Joel looked up at you; his dark pupils were blown with lust and he smirked as he let both fingers push into you, again, barely going past his first knuckles. He twisted his fingers in you and pushed them in fully until the palm of his hand met your body. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes fluttered shut and like a perfectly-timed dance, Joel flicked his tongue across your clit once again. 

“Fucking Christ, shit.” You cursed, your voice loud and sharp as Joel worked his fingers rhythmically into you. 

Joel laughed softly against you as he plunged his fingers into you again and again. He wrapped his lips around your clit again and suckled at the bud softly as his fingers worked into you quickly. Your orgasm came crashing down, you barely had time to register it as Joel worked his fingers quicker, he curled them upwards and they bumped the spongy spot inside of you that had screams tumbling from your lips. 

“G-gonna,” is all you managed to get out, the room was filled with your moans and the obscene wet noise of your arousal as Joel fingered you with fervour. 

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “Good girl, cum for me. Soak me, need it.” He moaned as he pulled his mouth off of your clit but kept his face near and he replaced it with his thumb. 

The different sensation threw you off momentarily but it was too late and your orgasm ripped through your body, it drew a long moan from your throat; the noise was animalistic and raw and it echoed through the room. Joel removed his fingers and with that, you let go and whimpered as you gushed onto Joel’s face, he lapped up your juices and you shuddered through your orgasm. Joel watched as your pussy clenched and fluttered around air, the aftershocks of your orgasm evident as you writhed in your spot. 

“Look at you.” He sighed happily, watching you still. “Even better than on the screen, so perfect, so beautiful.”

You blushed as his words and you weakly let go of his hair your legs were still quaking as he let go of them, you slumped against his sofa; completely unashamed of your naked state compared to Joel’s fully dressed one. He stood and the outline of his hard cock was evident in his light shorts, there was a darkened wet patch and your mouth watered at the thought he got that turned on by pleasuring you. 

“Come here and taste yourself on me.” Joel breathed, taking your cheek to pull you in for a bruising kiss. 

You held onto Joel’s arms as he kissed you, his tongue trailed over your bottom lip and greedily you sucked it into your mouth, urging him to explore every crevice of your mouth. You made a small noise of appreciation as your mouth was flooded with the taste of Joel mixed with the tang of your own arousal. 

“Fuck me already. Please.” You breathed against Joel’s face, momentarily breaking the kiss. 

“How do you wanna take me, darlin’?” He asked. 

“However you wanna give it to me.” You retorted with a smirk. 

“Get on your knees on the couch, stick your ass up for me and show me that pretty little cunt.” He growled lowly and you obliged happily, doing as he said. 

You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the back of the sofa and you allowed Joel full access to yourself. You wiggled your ass as you heard Joel toss his shorts to the side haphazardly. 

“All for me now, huh?” Joel asked, his hands mauled at the skin of your ass and spread your cheeks, he took his length and pressed the tip into your hole, before you knew it, it was gone again and he slapped it gently at your oversensitive clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He hissed, running his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit with each pass. 

“Please, Joel. I want it so bad, never needed a cock so bad in my life, you already made me feel better than any of my toys or the boys I’ve fucked before put together. Please give me your cock, wanna feel your cum fill me up so bad. P-please.” You whined, your voice coming out as small, wrecked sobs as Joel continued to rub his cock over you. 

“Good girl.” He praised and without warning be bottomed out inside of you, you moaned loudly; a perfect blend of pleasure and pain rippled through your veins as Joel brushed some hair from your face so he could evaluate your emotions. 

He rubbed your ass with his palm and landed a bruising slap to it, you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Joel took that opportunity to pull his hips back, to pull out of you fully; he passed his cock through your soaked pussy lips once again. Your mouth opened to complain but before a single noise could leave your mouth, he was pushing back into your greedy heat without warning. 

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Joel groaned, accentuating each of his words with a hard thrust of his cock. 

He built up a harsh pace, your fingers turned white as they gripped at the fabric of the sofa below you. You were sure if you held on any tighter then the fabric would surely rip under you. Your body prickled as if a hundred needles were touching your skin, your stomach knotted as you felt another orgasm working it’s way through you. Your walls fluttered around Joel and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay grounded as his thick cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you. 

“G-gonna, gonna…” You whimpered, your eyes screwing shut. 

“Mmhm, that’s it. Atta girl, cum on my cock. Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Joel whispered, leaning forward so his body was pressed to yours. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Feels so good, n-never felt this good before. Making me feel drunk on your cock, gonna need it again and again and again. Please give it to me. Please. So good.” You rambled, words falling from your lips carelessly as Joel fucked you into your orgasm. 

His thick but nimble digits wound their way around you to fall to your clit, he circled the bud perfectly and it had your head swimming. It was the thing you needed to push you over the edge; you felt as if you had fallen from a cliff, just floating in midair as Joel worked you through it. Moans of profanity and his name fell from your parted lips as you came around the man’s cock, your walls clenched him and held him tightly. 

Seemingly, that was what sent Joel over the edge, his hips faltered and he thrust into you once more, much weaker this time. His cock twitched in your walls and with a groan, and his hands squeezing your hips roughly, he came deep inside of you. You whimpered as your body went limp; Joel’s hot cum filled you and it made you clench weakly around him, your greedy hole trying to suck him in deeper still. 

“Fuck me.” You whispered, your ass still on display for the older man as he pulled out of you with a wince. 

“Just did that, darlin’.” He laughed breathlessly, trying to gain composure once again. 

You rolled your eyes, was typical Joel to state that when clearly it was a rhetorical state meant as a throwaway. 

“I should um, well I should pop to the bathroom to quickly clean up and then get out of your hair.” You said, somewhat awkwardly as you stood shakily from the sofa and held your thighs together tightly. 

Less than a minute ago, the man’s cock had been inside of you and now that the thick tension and lust had cleared the air you couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward about it. 

“Stay?” Joel asked. “I mean, I wasn’t really done with you yet.” He grinned boyishly and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Just an idea, darlin’ but how about we go shower and clean up and order some food. We still got more beers to get through. Then, I’m sure if you’re a really good girl, I could give you my cock again.” His hand was stroking up and down your arm, his fingers tickled your skin and in their wake they left goosebumps. 

You looked up at Joel, into his deep brown eyes and you nodded with a grin. 

“Deal. But you’re paying for the food, you ol’ perv.” You teased with a giggle. 

“Get upstairs.” Joel said with a roll of his eyes. 

You laughed to yourself again as you walked away, to go upstairs only to yelp loudly when Joel came up behind you and placed a light tap to your ass and rushed in front of you. 

“You’re dead, Miller.” You called and chased up behind him to return the favour. 

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[4drianaaaa]

u should do hamzah and y/n meeting for the first time after being online “friends” and one thing leads to another if yk what i mean

ohhh ur a genius and I just know Hamzah would be so nervous and obnoxious AH

Skin 2 Skin | Hamzahthefantastic

cw; nsfw 18+ , & fem reader!

🤍: you looked at the window outside your Uber as you looked at the dusk sunset of the Toronto sky eager to finally meet the only person you came to this party/trip for, Hamzah

You and Hamzah have been friends since last year and would almost every night be on FaceTime or on call just listening to each others presence. You liked him a lot. And you’d often think about how things would be if you dated but obviously you always thought he just liked you as a friend and flirted with you just to not make him seem like an asshole. Obviously he likes you too.

He’d always space out to you yapping to him as his thoughts wondered into both of you living in the same apartment and him just wanting his hands all over you.

You anticipatedly hoped out of your Uber and into your hotel. You smooth sailed through the reservation desk as you entered what would be your new home for the next week. You finally got a message from the host making sure you got picked up and were in your room.

Half-a-hour later

You finished up your makeup and sprayed some perfume as you were now out the door into another Uber. This time the traffic caught up and you were gonna be a couple minutes late,

“Ya from here?” Your Uber driver questioned “hm, um no. Im just visiting friends!” You replied as he nodded his head “yeah the traffic gets bad here, especially in Toronto.” He added as you scoffed “I could tell”. After a couple small convos you finally made it to the house. You called Hamzah to walk you in the party.

“Hello? Are you okay? Are you here?” He yelled through the phone “yes I’m here- come outside it’s cold” you said as he hung up, you looked up as you saw him standing there. Your pupils expanded as you noticed how taller he was in person, how his curls laid perfectly around his hat, and how he would easily tower you. “Hamzah!” You exclaimed running towards him as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist carrying you off the ground because of the height difference “you’re so tall! You looked so short on camera” you teased as he pat your back “whatever” He rolled his eyes as his stomach fluttered with butterflies just talking to you in person “okay get off me now” you said jokingly as you pushed him off of you “you know you love me y/n” he smirked as you thanked the amount of blush on your cheeks was covering the actual heat radiating off of your face “okay let me meet Martin now, I’ve had enough of you” you followed him into the party.

After meeting Martin and Mandy and talking for what seemed forever you and Hamzah decided to leave the party a bit early and going to walk around the city a bit just to get to know it a bit better

“Why did you even come here?” He questioned “I don’t know I should have stayed at home huh?” You said sarcastically as he blew raspberry “just say you wanted to come see me” he smirked “this is not rizz” you laughed “oh you wanna see rizz?” He joked “NO” you walked away from him as he chased you and wrapping his arm around you

You agreed to meeting Peter at Hamzah’s apartment as well as stealing a jacket or two just to survive in the chilly Toronto weather, he unlocked his door as he opened the door for you. He showed you around his apartment as he led you to his room scanning through his hoodies.

You were now laid on his bed as one of your legs hung from the edge of his bed. You looked at how his fingers slid through the hoodies and how his figure was huge, you bit your lip at the things you’d do to him as you squeezed your legs together trying your best to achieve some sort of friction. You couldn’t help but call his name “Hamzah-“ he cut you off “I got these two” he said setting the hoodies beside you, you fought over the fact you just wanted to tell this man how you felt about him. How you enjoyed conversations with him and how you wished for this day to come and just confess your feelings “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He questioned sitting beside you as you sat up “Hamzah, I don’t know if this will ruin us but- I really like you, like a lot” you looked at his pink lips as they spread into a smile “I’m glad Im not the only one- I like you too.” He placed his hand on your thigh that slowly rode up to your waist, you looked down at his hand and back to his eyes and lips

His lips crashed into yours as you felt yourself getting hotter by the minute

He slid his hand up to your waist as you placed your hand on the side of his face. Your small groans and moans made his pants grow tighter as your lips parted from each other, “I- wanna keep going? I can stop if you want.” He panted as you nodded your head as you nipped at the apple of his cheek “I really want you inside of me please Hamzah” you whispered into his ear as he laid back onto the headboard of his bed as you crawled on top of him feeling how hard he was just by making out with you “fuck- you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this” he whimpered as you took off your top leaving you in your bra as he practically drooled “then show me” you smirked as he kissed your exposed chest leaving passionate hickies all over your neck and chest. His hands traveled all over your back as he unclipped your bra as his eyes immediately turned to yours asking for permission as you nodded. He kissed your exposed tits as his tongue swirled around your nipple as you felt your self grinding on his lap “fuck!” You yelled as his hands slithered to your neck lightly gripping it, you felt your panties get wet as you ran your fingers through his curls

He picked you up and threw you under him as he left a trail of kisses down to your button on your pants. You impatiently watched him take your pants off slowly as you just him inside you. He throw your pants leaving you in your soaked panties as you turned red from embarrassment “mf-so wet” he licked his lips as he kissed your inner thigh “please, please Hamzah!” You whined as he giggled as his hot breath teased you even more.

He slipped the side of your panties off as the cool air sent shivers through out your whole body as you gripped on to the sheets of his bed. “Fuck y/n, you look so pretty from m’ere” he smirked as he kissed your wet dripping cunt making you curse under your breath. This man was sending you to a whirlwind of lust. His mouth did pleasures on your pussy as you felt yourself coming all over his lips and nose. “You taste so sweet baby” he licked his lips once again as his lips intertwined with yours. You tugged at his shirt wanting it off as he swiftly took off his shirt as well, he fidgeted with his pants as he slid off his boxers as well. Your eyes widened at the length of his aching member contemplating how he was gonna go all in on you. He pumped his aching cock as his spilling tip fondled over your heated core “you tell me when to stop. I’ll go slow ‘kay?” He grunted as you nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he slowly entered inside of you causing you to already almost come undone as he was halfway down “how’s that?” He panted as your mouth widened “keep going”.

He finally thrusted into you fully as you dug your nails onto his back, “holy shit!” Your moans filled the room as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. His lips laid on top of you as his groans vibrated. You felt your self already riding your high as you panted under him with every thrust. “Want me to keep doing baby? Yeah?” He groaned as you whined under him. As you finally adjusted to his size he decided to start going faster as he repeatedly hit your spot “fuck- oh my god yes please Hamzah! Fuck” you left scratches on to his back, “yes! Fuck Hamzah I’m gonna fucking come!” At this point you didn’t care about the neighbors and how loud you were. You were seeing stars. “Yes baby just come all over my fucking cock like you’ve always wanted to- yes” he panted.

You came undone all over him as you felt his warm seed inside of you. He panted as he kissed your forehead “you did so good, so good” he groaned as he pulled out as your mixed come spilled out of you “how did we get here” you laughed as you covered your face with a pillow as he laid beside you “I don’t know but I don’t regret it” he teased as he laid on your chest slowly dozing off.

-

[newchangestf]

Lesson learned

Being a model was great, the work was easy and the pay was plenty. I got to work out at the gym, show up for a few photos and have men and woman fawn over me online.

Gay guys were always the thirstiest. Always liking, sharing, commenting what the want me to do to them. It was pathetic. Why would I, looking like this, want to go anywhere near a guy when I could bag so much pussy?

It was funny though, teasing them, I'd always post pictures teasing them so I could laugh at how pathetic they were.

"These faggots are honestly so pathetic. Could you imagine actually wanting to take a dick up your ass?" I said aloud laughing at some of the comments on my latest post.

Turns out I wasn't alone. I don't know who overheard but a message suddenly appeared on my phone.

"In this day and age it is really disappointing to see someone so young and so attractive be so backwards." It read.

I scoffed at it and replied with the laughing face and middle finger emoji.

"Well, It seems its going to take more than a stern word to change your mind. I think it's time you learned your lesson." read the response.

That night when I was in bed sleeping, my mind started to wander. I started thinking about hot babes with huge tits and round asses. Imagining myself towering over them.

However, I started to imagine myself looking up to them. Feeling smaller and weaker.

As I looked up to these woman they bagan to change. Their tits remained huge but began to become firmer and squarer. Soon I was no longer staring at their round asses huging a bikini but rather a bulge in the front of their boxers?

I began sweating heavily in the bed. The once beautiful beach babes had turned into towering men with huge pecs and fat cocks. My cock began to grow firm and leaky as I looked up to these...these muscle daddies. I imagined myself dropping to my knees to worship their meat.

What was going on? Why was I thinking like this? Why did I want their disgust...no gorgous cocks in my mouth and ass?

I was now in a pool of sweat and pre cum in my bed. My breathing growing faster and faster as I began to savour these imaginary beasts.

Eventually it all reached it's crescendo. The two men exploded over my face whilst I, beyond the dreamworld, blew my load.

Nothing was the same after that night. I was still a model of course but I lost all interest in woman. The thought of bedding a swimsuit model done nothing for me now.

No, what scratched that itch, and boy did I have an itch, was being slammed by hot men with fat cocks. I could remember a time before I became this slutty manwhore. I learned my lesson, I certainly am pathetic especially when I have a man inside my ass.

[yuzurins]

streamer!suna x streamer!reader - this was so self indulgent and badly written in my notes app but it’s ok i want to be back here bc tumblr is fun haha

“me? and y/n?” suna scoffed, face showing no hint of reaction. “now that’s too much, you guys are overthinking it.”

he mumbled, deep in concentration, as his eyes darted back and forth from his game to the rapidly moving chat screen.

**h789: don’t act like we didn’t see you build a whole house for her!!!

**n.m**y: you literally got her a whole tank of axolotls THOSE THINGS TAKE SO MUCH TIME TO GET

su**: the flowers MAN the flowers 😞

**be*17***: and the list goes on…

suna rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh. “were you guys here when i literally blew the house down and kidnapped all the axolotls?? it was an elaborate plan to prank her and make her scared of course.”

miya**sam**: shut up bro😭

mk**j1*: 🫢🫢🫢

g****0a: SUNA THE BIG FAT BULLY

su**: he’s bullying her bc he likes her

miya**sam**: ewww how sadistic of him

uu**720**n*: IT TAKES TWO??? HELLO???

luvv**esu***0: nah guys he’s dating me why would he be with y/n

k*tss**k: imagine being delulu

**h789: my bae yn too good for him she’s thousands times better than u

a look of disgust crosses his face.

luvv**esu***0: stop he just doesn’t know it yet!!

su**: just stop it’s so embarrassing t-t

h**y*vs*: are you sure guys

h**y*vs*: feels like sunarin wouldn’t be that mean to his girlfriend :(

“no literally, i hate her guts.” he paused the game he was currently playing, opened up a new tab and searched up “sunarin being mean to y/n”

scrolling down the long page of search results, he stared at the camera with a face that screams “told you so” and laughed.

“chat, you guys can fantasize all you want, but just know that there’s tons of evidence online that can prove you all wrong in less than a second, so it’s just funny seeing you all believe that me and her are actually dating-“

now as if on cue, you burst into the room in your pajamas and dashed over to the boy sitting by the computer.

suna flinched and turned around immediately, panic starting to overcome his face. “what the-“

“RINNNN PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEEEE CAN WE GET A CAT I REALLY WANT A CAT SO BADDDD I PROMISE ILL TAKE CARE OF IT AND CLEAN UP ALL OF ITS POOP I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLYYY JUST WANT A CAT ITS BEEN MY DREAM ALL MY LIFE!!!!!” you blabbered nonstop as you clung onto his arm, not giving suna a chance to interrupt you at all.

“y/n what are you talking about i’m kinda streaming right now-“

“IF YOURE SCARED ILL STOP LOVING YOU AFTER WE GET THE CAT I WONT I PROMISE I REALLY DO SO Please don’t say—” seeing the look on his face, you turned around to see the thousands of people spamming the chat, finally realizing what he was trying to tell you and shrunk down in disbelief. “no….”

miya**sam**: told you so

miya**sam**: hi y/n!! 🤣

su**: OMG

mk**j1*: NEOJDDIJDJC NO WAYYY

**h789: SHES ADORABLE I LOVE YN

g****0a: STRIMMER EXPOSED

atsu**b*****: LOLOLOL

suna immediately turns his webcam and microphone off.

your boyfriend scowls as you give him an innocent smile.

uh oh, busted.

[haddonfieldwhore]

hands to myself - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x reader

summary: you love watching your best friend play hockey, and he loves that it brings out your overprotective side

warnings: mentions of blood, language, one use of y/n, i think this one is gender neutral? idk it’s 3am

word count: 2.1k

you knew from the start that this game was going to get messy; maybe not tkachuk brawl messy, but close. the panthers were playing the flames, matthews former team, which always made for an interesting event. while you loved supporting your best friend, and tried to go see as many of his games as you could, it stressed you out beyond belief, only made worse by the fact that he had gotten injured at the end of last season. you knew he was a big boy, and could handle himself, but watching him have his sternum broken - and then play a game after - made you cringe a little harder everytime he got hit from then on.

if matthew had thought the lecture from his mother about playing while injured was bad, it was nothing compared to the hell you had unleashed when you found out; but he knew it came from a place of love. you had been by his side through his entire recovery, and it had made the two of you even more inseparable than you already had been.

it was still early in the first period when things started to get rough between the two teams, and you watched as matt was hit alongside the boards, and he stood up covering his mouth with his hand. to your surprise, no whistle blew, even as matthew shouted at the ref that there was blood, the contrast of the red dripping onto the white ice making it hard to miss. so it’s going to be that kind of night, you thought. the game was in calgary, and you were disappointed to see the linesmen showing favour to the flames so quickly into the game. matthew skated off to the bench, still catching blood in his hand as it fell from his lips, which you could read as he spat a ‘fuck off’ at one of the calgary players as he chirped him on his way past the florida bench. his eyes scanned the crowd and met yours, laughing despite the pain it caused his lip as you mouthed “what the fuck” at him. you knew damn well if matty had been the one to draw blood, there would have been a penalty, and he probably would’ve got the extra two minute minor as well.

as the game went on, you tuned out the sound of calgary fans cheering as one of their players slammed matt against the boards, and your body tensed instinctively as you heard the crash. he stood up with no visible damage, not hesitating to chirp the guy who had hit him. you knew getting hit was part of the game, but the amount of comments you saw online constantly celebrating when matt got hurt - or wishing worse injuries upon him - angered you beyond belief.

yeah, matthew was known to be a bit of a jerk on the ice, even you could admit that. but you couldn’t believe just how nasty and cruel some of the things people said were, which is why you had learned to stay out of comment sections, to protect your peace as much as possible. protecting your peace however, did not extend to you deciding to wear a tkachuk jersey into an arena of calgary fans, and you had been feeling the dirty looks from the surrounding population all night. you paid them no attention, keeping your focus on the game, growing more frustrated with each penalty the refs didn’t call on calgary.

after being tied for most of the game, the flames pulled ahead in the third, and you yelled in frustration as the officials awarded them a goal, despite their player missing the empty net thanks to floridas player, deciding that it was a trip and it would have gone in if not for the interference. you saw matthew swearing on the bench in frustration, and then watched him lead the team to the locker room as the time ran out in the clock, calgary securing the victory.

you met up with him outside the locker room a little while later, and your eyes landed quickly on the split in his bottom lip, the wound seemingly having opened up again in the shower.

“hey,” you said, as he pulled you into a hug, his body still warm from the game.

“hey,” he sighed. “are you ready to go? i can’t wait to get out of this place.”

“that makes two of us,” you laughed. matthew was very competitive, and you were sure the fact that his team hadn’t beat calgary since he was traded to florida was weighing heavy on his mind right now.

•

you walked into your hotel room, matty following close behind you, as you had invited him over to hang out for a bit. you were travelling with the team for a few days on this road trip, and while you were sharing a room with nina, nicks wife, you were sure she would be spending the night in his room with him. as you suspected, the room was empty, a note on the dresser confirming your suspicions. matt watched as you pulled the jersey with his number on the back over your head, leaving you in a tank top as you folded the jersey and tossed it on top of your suitcase.

“anyone give you shit for cheering for us?” he joked.

“i’m sure they did, but i was too busy watching to make sure the refs didn’t let anyone kill you out there,” you said, half joking.

“i’m fine, you worry too much,” he shrugged it off, but you could tell he was still a little pissed about the game.

“stop giving me reasons to worry about you,” you countered, walking over to where he was sat on the end of the bed. matthew began to reach for your hips as you stood between his legs, before he let his hands drop beside him, rethinking the action. “hang on- your lip split open again.” you walked into the bathroom, his eyes following you the whole time.

something about the way you always got so worried about him during games made his heart skip a beat. he thought back to one time you looked like you were ready to get onto the ice and fight someone for hitting him particularly hard into the boards, and there was still a lingering smile on his face when you walked back to him with a damp washcloth in your hand. you stood between his legs again, tilting his chin upwards slightly with your hand as you softly wiped the blood from his lip. this time, he allowed himself to rest his hands on your hips, and you didn’t think anything of the gesture; you were always clingy with eachother and often cuddling or touching in someway.

“sorry-“ you said as he pulled back, wincing slightly as you dabbed at the blood that had begun to dry on his mouth. “i can’t believe they didn’t call anything for this-“

“yeah,” he mumbled, not fully paying attention as he was too busy admiring you as you focused so intently on cleaning the injury.

“we both know damn well they would have called a penalty on you for the same thing.”

“maybe i have my reputation to blame for that.”

“or the linesmen were playing favourites. you know, maybe if you wore your mouth guard properly-“

he dug his fingertips softly into your sides, interrupting you and causing you to finally notice that his hands were on you.

“don’t start with that,” he laughed. “thank you.”

“anytime. but try not to make a habit of getting bloody, okay? even if it’s kinda hot,” you teased, and he raised an eyebrow.

“is it?” he asked, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap, and you froze; you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“i- uh…,” you stuttered as he took the washcloth from your hand and tossed it onto the floor, before his arms wrapped around you again making sure you didn’t fall. “matty-“

“you know, it’s kinda cute when you get all over-protective?”

“i’m not overprotective-“ you argued. “i just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

“is that why you look like you wanna kill anyone who checks me into the boards? i can take a hit, you don’t have to worry about me so much,” he insisted for the thousandth time. you placed your hands on either side of his face, looking at the bruise that was beginning to form around his lip. you pushed the curls at his forehead back with your fingers.

“is it that noticeable?” you laughed, and he smiled, falling back onto the bed and pulling you with him. you laid next to eachother, looking up at the ceiling.

“no, i mean, only a few of the guys tease me about you being my personal security detail-“ he teased, and you whacked his chest with one of the pillows.

“matt! that’s not funny!”

“okay okay, only verhaeghe does-“

“matthew!” you pleaded, and he laughed.

“i’m joking. i appreciate how much you care about me,” he said honestly.

“i just hate that there’s nothing i can do to stop you from getting hurt. and that there’s people who would celebrate it if you did.” you sighed, and he rolled into his side to look at you, a puzzled look on his face.

“why does that matter? i mean, who cares what they think?”

“i don’t know, i just-“ you sighed, not sure of what to say. “i love you matty, and i don’t want anything to happen to you.” matt’s blue eyes met yours before he pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin as he held you tight.

“i love you, too. try not to worry about me so much, okay? and maybe i’ll try not to piss so many people off so you don’t have to.”

“okay, let’s not be unrealistic here-“ you teased.

“hey,” he cautioned, and you both laughed. “get some sleep, okay? and seriously, i’m okay.”

“okay,” you sighed, snuggling into his chest as he pulled the blankets over your tangled legs. “goodnight matty. i love you,” you mumbled sleepily. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, and he winced as it stung the cut on his lip, but he smiled anyway.

“goodnight, i love you too,” he replied, and he meant it even more than you knew.

•

in a room down the hall, sam bennett woke up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. he looked across the room to see the other double bed still neatly made, the blankets untouched. he ran a hand over his face, cursing as he wondered where his roommate was, because he clearly had not slept here. he scrolled through his phone and sent a text to matthew, asking where he was, before he got dressed and went out in the hallway and nearly ran into nick.

“morning. do you know where chucky is?” he asked, thinking maybe nick had seen his missing roommate, but he shook his head. nina appeared behind her husband, the two of them on their way to the lobby for breakfast, when she pulled a room key out of her purse.

“i have a feeling i know where we’ll find him.”

sure enough, after hearing no response to a few knocks on the door and a handful of text messages, the trio entered your room to find you and matt still curled up in bed together, both fast asleep. it wasn’t an unusual sight, and nina smiled at the two of you before dragging to two men out of the room and back into the hallway.

“see, he’s safe,” she laughed, as the three of them made their way to grab breakfast.

“should’ve known they’d be together,” sam shook his head. “do you think they realize they’re in love with eachother?”

“you’ve known them longer than i have, what do you think?” nick replied.

“maybe,” he shrugged.

“what if they’re already dating and just haven’t told anyone?” nina suggested.

“while that would explain the death stares y/n was throwing at the ref last night, i don’t think chucky’s that good of a liar.” sam decided. they all agreed, laughing as they came to the conclusion that if you were in fact together, matthew would never shut up about you; more than he already didn’t.

oblivious to the discussion going on downstairs, matt stirred softly, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at you in his arms. if he could wake up to this everyday, he would, the sound of your soft snores and the warmth of your arms as you clung to him making his heart rate speed up. while it was clear to everyone else, it was anyone’s guess how long it would take the two of you two realize you were in love with eachother. until then, matt was content with being the guy you were overprotective of, and that wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[thefallennightmare]

I know this isn’t a Tuesday but I just had to ask for this head cannon before I completely forget my idea and I know that no one can do it justice like you 🥹

Reader struggles with their appearance and is really self conscious, Noah finds the reader crying one day and the reader breaks down and doesn’t understand how someone as perfect as Noah could possibly be with them 💔

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"Angel?"

Noah's voice was far off in the house, hushed by your tears as you stood in the closet.

There was a scatter of clothes at your feet, a mess from trying on outfit after outfit. None of them worked and you felt ugly in every single one.

"Are you in here, angel?" Noah's voice was closer now and you knew he was in your shared bedroom.

He came to a stop when he saw the mess of clothes and the tears streaming down your face.

"Nothing fits. Everything looks terrible on me," you cried while wiping away the tears. "My makeup looks like shit. My hair won't stay how I want it to."

Noah quickly brought you into his arms, letting you express your frustrations.

"This is such an important dinner for you tonight. All your friends will be there and I just want to make a good impression."

"Angel," Noah's thumb brushed away a tear. "You don't need to worry about all of that, alright? Everyone already loves you. They don't care if you show up in a dress or a pair of sweats."

"But you care! I want to look good for you!"

You usually weren't so against how you looked. You didn't care about that kind of thing but after recently reading some comments about yours and Noah's relationship online, you began to question how Noah was still with you.

His brows furrowed underneath his long hair. "You've always looked good for me. I don't care about those materialistic things. If you want to get dressed to the nines for tonight, then do it. If you want to go in one of my hoodies and sweats, then that's fine too. Y/N, it's just a dinner. Nothing important."

The crying seized but you still shook in his arms. "I don't understand why you're still with me when there's-."

The negative thoughts were hushed when Noah pushed you against the closet door, his lips quickly capturing yours in a heated kiss. His cock pressed against your clit, and you moaned into his mouth.

His hands ran through your hair, snaking around your throat, while his teeth and tongue explored every inch of your mouth before leaving soft love bites along your neck.

"I love you, angel. I want to be with you and you only. It's been like this for the last five years and it won't ever change," he proclaimed in the crook of your neck.

His left hand linked with yours, bringing the diamond ring into view.

"This proves you're the only one for me, Y/N."

You blew out a shaky breath, "I know. I just get these thoughts in my head and I begin to wonder how someone like you ended up with little ol me."

Something flashed in his almond eyes and he lifted you into his embrace, your legs quickly wrapping around him.

"Let me remind you how I ended up capturing the best thing that ever happened to me."

[yutahoes]

Mommy

based on an overdue ask.

characters: sub! Yuta Nakamoto x dom! company president! Y/N

summary: Woking from home has its perks.

word count: 2.2k words

genre: smut

warning: oral - female receiving, handjob, teasing, exhibitionism, sub-dom themes, whiny Yuta, petnames

Being a president is hard. 

All the decision-making for the sake of your company. All the work you have to put time and effort into. Being labeled as incompetent because of your gender, the prominent misogynistic officials waiting for a little slip in your authority. 

Being the president is indeed a stressful job.  

You blew heavy breaths as you listened to the presentation made by the Chinese company you were supposed to partner up with your company. If incompetence comes with gender, then why are these balding middle-aged men in dark tuxedos looking so unsure of the product they’re selling? You knew you were giving an annoyed look at how they stuttered when the product malfunctioned. Why are they wasting your time like this? 

They’re lucky that it was just an online meeting. If not, you might have been out of the door or threw something at them. Working from home on a weekend truly has its perks. 

The door of your home office opened after a light knock. In his black tank top and gray sweatpants, Yuta came inside with a plate of food. You lightly glanced at the clock on the bottom of your screen, surprised that it was already past lunchtime. 

This meeting is already getting really annoying.  

The guy put down a plate of mashed potatoes and a small steak, with mixed vegetables on the side. It’s mouth-watering but you cannot eat while you’re in the meeting. The men presenting showed another slide that made you roll your eyes. You didn’t need the demographic of their customers, your company had their own research. Yet you cannot cut their presentation. You’re just tired of talking. 

You started scribbling something on your tablet, reminders to note for your secretary. Your gaze fell on the guy standing in front of your table, looking at you with his large puppy eyes. Why is he still here? You’re obviously working, can’t he see that? 

Quickly, you pushed a button on your keyboard to stop your video and microphone before turning to him.  "What?" you asked in annoyance. The meeting is already stressing you out, you cannot handle any more stress or you'll just snap. 

Yuta sighed. "I'm hungry." 

A dead look was all you could give him. What the hell? "There's lots of food in the kitchen." You rubbed your temples, obviously pissed off at this point before he continued, "I want to eat you."  You stared in surprise, how bold. "You've been so stressed. I want to make you feel good.” His big, brown eyes pleading. 

You just stared at him, taken back at how brazen he was. But then, this was what you liked most about Yuta. And maybe this is just what you need to improve your mood. "Please, Mommy. I promise I'll be good." 

A smile played on your lips before nodding at him. He looked like an excited puppy as he walked in front of you, kneeling from under your desk. Yuta helped you slip out of your panties, lucky that you’re wearing a short skit. "Itadakimasu" he whispered, palms together before he leaned in to kiss the inside of your thigh. 

You made sure that your camera cannot capture him before clicking a button that would put you back to the meeting, apologizing about your little kitty cat who was desperate to play with you. You felt Yuta smile at the statement. Your fingers thread along his dark hair as his lips alternate from sucking and licking your inner thighs. 

The men on the screen kept on talking, stopping from time to time to maybe check your reaction and ask for your opinion. The man kneeling in front of you kept on pleasuring you with his lips and his tongue. Yuta’s hand grazed on your hip, north to your waist. But before it can reach your breasts, a normal thing he would do whenever he was down to eat you, you slapped his hand and gave him a stern look. The participants of the online meeting seemed to stop and you apologized once again, “My cat was being naughty. Sorry.”  

Your gaze fell on Yuta who was pouting, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He parted your legs before placing them on his shoulders to have full access to your nether region. You rolled your eyes, lightly smiling, at his actions. How adorable. 

You focused on the meeting as he placed his tongue on your clit, making you shudder. He was gentle, unlike last night when he was like a beast craving for you, maybe because you already warned him to behave at this moment. His tongue entered your core, lips sucking on your pussy lips. If there is one thing Yuta is really good at, that would be eating you. And letting him do that deed right now, really did lessen the annoyance you’re feeling. 

The Chinese men started pitching their last agenda for the meeting and you inwardly smile. The meeting is almost over. More time to play with your little kitten. Once they ended the meeting, you thanked them and referred them to talk to your secretary for a follow-up meeting who was in the same meeting as you. 

When you clicked the button that disabled your microphone and camera, you leaned on your chair while wrapping your legs on Yuta’s head. He alternated between lapping and sucking your pussy which earned a soft mewl coming from you. Your hands gripped his hair as you grind your hips on his face, eager to get to your orgasm. He didn’t disappoint as he crept his hand up your body to squeeze your breasts. “So good.” You mumbled eyes closed. His nose was hitting your clit, creating friction that made it more pleasurable. “That’s really good, baby.” 

You knew it was the word that would rile Yuta, a pet name you kept on calling him over and over again. He ravaged your pussy, like a man starved of food. He didn’t stop even if you squirted on his face and kept on slurping everything you release. 

Yuta was out of breath and lips so swollen that he looked like he’ll pass out. His chin and neck were so wet with your juice that the front of his tank top stuck to his skin. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and an evident bulge was visible on his gray sweatpants. You leaned closer, holding his cheek. The low cut of your blouse showed your cleavage that made him visibly gulp. “Good job, baby.” Your thumb touched his bottom lip and he didn’t take a chance to suck it. “I think my baby deserves his reward.” You leaned on your chair, crossing your arms on your chest to enhance your breasts, and crossing your legs so that the heel of your stiletto touched his bulge. “Is there anything you want, baby boy?”  

He looked so fucked up. So messed up. “Mommy, please fuck me.” It was a lovely sight to see. You wanted to tie him in bed that instant and make him cum repeatedly until he begs you to stop. “I need you, please Mommy.” 

You shook your head, resting your head on your hand above the table. “I don’t think you deserve it yet.” His eyes widened in confusion before worry flashed in his eyes. He started begging, muttering how he was going to be a good boy that amused you. How adorable. 

“Stand up.” You commanded and he quickly sprang up on his feet. You twirled the string of his sweatpants using your finger before pulling him closer. “Then,” You started, staring at him with your erotic eyes. “I don’t want you to make a sound.” 

Yuta nodded almost immediately and you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. He really does need you, how cute. You ordered him to sit on your desk and like a puppy, he obeyed immediately. Your hands traveled to his thighs, moving your chair closer to him. “Please suck me.” 

You stood up, making him confused. “I told you not to make a sound,” you whispered against his ear, your fingernail grazing along his inner thigh. "Understood?" He hummed as an answer and you repeated the question in a louder voice, "Understood?"  He nodded, earning a smirk from you. The pad of your finger dragged along the side of his cock and you saw how he held himself from making a sound by biting his bottom lip. 

Your lips came in contact with the side of his neck, hands under his tank top heading north to his chest. The dark garment was easily discarded to the floor and Yuta is now stark naked on your desk. You bit your lip as you watched him whimper at your gaze, staring at you with his pleading eyes. “No sound, understood?” You repeated as he nodded frantically, eyes hooded with lust and want. A giggle escaped your lips at how helpless he looked. Like a lost kitten. Your own lost kitten. 

“Kitten,” you whispered before pressing butterfly kisses below his ear down to the side of his neck. “My naughty kitten.” You sink your teeth on his left shoulder then grasped his throbbing cock with your right hand. You can feel his body tense up, hands grasping the edge of your desk. It’s amazing how he kept on being quiet, avoiding creating a sound by biting his bottom lip. Your tongue went south from his shoulder to his chest, stopping to apply pressure on his nipple, while your hands pumped his cock. 

He feels so hot on your fingertips. His cock kept on throbbing as his body squirmed, small whimpers coming out from his mouth. You alternated sucking and nibbling his nipple before moving to the other one. Yuta’s cock is so red that you’re sure he might explode soon. Is he this needy? You haven’t even done anything weird, just a simple handjob. 

With a smirk, you held his cock tight with one hand before using the other hand to rub the tip. His head rolled back, hands supporting his body with his eyes closed. He looked so fucked up, it amuses you. But there’s something missing, something that you’re slowly yearning for at the moment. “You can make a sound now.” The sides of your lips curled up when he shouted, “Mommy.”  

“Are you enjoying, my little kitten?” You kept on jerking his twitching cock, the other hand massaging his balls. 

“Yes,” he moaned, “That feels so good, Mommy.” Your pumping moved from fast to slow, lips leaving small marks on his skin. His face was filled with unadulterated pleasure, moans kept on coming out of his lips. “Mommy, I’m close.” You pumped faster, eager to get him to his release. “Can I cum?” 

A proud feeling engulfed your chest, you trained him well. “Of course baby, you earned it.” He kept on thanking you as white spurts of cum filled your hand, some shooting on your blazer. “Thank you so much, Mommy.” 

“Did you have fun, baby?” He nodded, catching his breath. You smiled then kissed him lightly on the lips before looking at something beside him, “Did you enjoy it as well, Mark?” 

The look on Yuta’s face is comical as you watched him looking back at the screen of your computer. There, he was in a complete display of skin. His cock was in full view and twitching. Mark, your secretary, looking down as if he doesn’t know what to do. “Did you enjoy the show, Mark?” 

Yuta’s eyes widened in realization before facing you, hiding from the camera of your computer screen. “You’re cruel,” he whispered, leaning his head on your shoulder as if hiding from your secretary. A giggle was all you can answer. He’s enjoying it as well, evident was his now hardening cock. You didn’t know Yuta has an exhibitionism kink. “You’re evil.” 

“And you love me for it.” You kissed his cheek, laughing. “I’ll just finish this real quick. Wait for me inside the room, hmm?” He nodded, smiling before walking past your desk and out of the video frame.

You fixed your blazer and sat properly on your chair as if nothing happened. Yuta came back then leaned in to kiss you on the lips, “I love you, Y/N.” You grinned. How clingy. 

When Yuta left, you leaned on the chair before telling Mark some reminders about the meeting that happened earlier. His eyes seemed to be wandering around, unable to look at you. “Mark,” you called. “Look at me.” He cleared his throat before shyly looking at you, a red tinge on his cheeks. You knew that look. When you were just getting to know Yuta, he used to look at you like that. You cross your arms, making sure that your breasts are emphasized. Your secretary gulped before licking his lips, “If you make this business work, I might give you a reward Markie.” His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of your lips turned up at his answer,

“Yes, Mommy.”     

[icarus-does-fall]

I wrote this in 45 minutes?

It's sickeningly sweet fluff cause sometimes ya just need that (I im writing so much angst in every other fic I needed some quick fluffy ones)

Jason Todd x reader (gender neutral, no pronouns used)

Uhhh it's a regression fic leave me alone, I'll throw hands if ya mean about it (Jason just has caregiver vibes okay???)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Jason had been dating for the better part of a year, and just recently had he trusted you enough to explain why he’d been coming home to you covered in bruises and even still occasionally bleeding. It took the whole night and into the morning but you got all your questions answered- Your boyfriend was the Red Hood. Damn how you should’ve figured that out on your own but you did have your own things going on too.

You owned and ran your own business- You made jewelry and clothes, selling online and through vendors on occasion, it was a lot to handle but it made good money and it was a job doing things you enjoyed. You made your own hours too as long as you kept up with the demand and kept everything stocked.

Everything was going smoothly between you two, long nights on occasion and sometimes it took actual planning to make a date night but neither of you minded too much. Jason was out saving the city whenever he was needed and you had a business to run, you both did so without issue as well. At least, until the next few months came and went.

Your business blew up, getting more attention than you’d ever been used to leaving you overworking yourself to try and keep up with every order, you had even unknowingly pushed Jason away. He knew you were stressed but he was still offended by the fact that you weren’t confiding in him or letting yourself take a break. So when you finally broke down, he was there in a moment's notice, even blowing off his patrol- sending out quick texts to his siblings to have someone cover for him so he could be there for you.

Tim responded first- while all of his brothers, and Cas and Stephine- adored you, Tim was of course the one willing to help out whenever Jason asked. Mostly because Jason almost never asked for anything.

So when you curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas with Bluey playing in the background, Jason took the spot at your side and threaded his hands through your hair as he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Hey little one, you doing okay?”

You looked up at Jason with a pout and you shook your head, there were dark circles under your eyes and unshed tears threatening to fall the moment he asked the question. “No- Jay theres just too much to do. I tried and and tried to keep on top of it all but ‘m squished.”

Jason chuckled softly and pulled you into his side, lightly ruffling your hair, which you huffed at and tried to swat his hand away. “Aw come on bat, you know you can always take breaks yeah? You're the one in charge, your customers are on your time.”

You laid your head on his chest, your eyes flickering towards the show- Grannies was the current episode, it always made you laugh and giggle but right now you were just too exhausted to feel much of anything. “But…-”

“No buts little bat, there's no reason for you to ever work yourself like this. I know I do it and so do my dad and brothers but you see how Alfred scowleds us for that whenever we nearly drop unconscious.”

You nestled into his chest with a sigh and fiddled with his free hand. “Jay?”

“Yeah bat?”

“We have chocolate milk?”

Jason grinned and laughed, placing another soft kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. “Yeah I think we still have some chocolate milk, want it in your dino cup little bat?”

“Mhmshmm yeah… And and! Strawberries! Please…”

Jason shook his head with a smile before standing and walking into the kitchen. As he got your drink and snack you wrapped up in a blanket holding one of the pillows on your lap much like a stuffed animal, but all of yours were currently still in your room.

It only took a couple of minutes before Jasoon walked back into the living room, chocolate milk in a dinosaur cup and strawberries cut up in a small bowl- He even went as far as to put whipped cream on them. “There ya go little bat.”

You stimmed happily, soft squeaks followed by flappy hands. You started to relax more, allowing yourself to forget about adulting and the struggles that came with it, the tension eased from your body. “Strawberries!”

Jason smiled and settled back onto the couch with you, letting you have your snack and sipy in peace. Nights like these weren’t necessarily rare but with the two of you constantly rushing about and you taking on more things at every moment they were infrequent and he loved it when things were just soft. No work, no sex, just cuddles and shows while you were being small.

“Feeling any better little bat?”

“Yeah… Chocolate milk and bluey makes everything better”

He chuckled, a teasing look filled his eyes as he poked your cheek, “aww and I didnt help contribute to the helping any?”

“Nono! Wait you did too! Always helpful Jay, silly bear.”

You smiled up at him brightly and then kissed his nose causing a laugh to escape his lip and a giggle from yours before you paused dramatically and pointed at him accusedly. “Wait a minute bubs- Youre usually out bangin heads n things, how you home?”

He shrugged casually and pulled you back into his side, you were wrapped up much like a little burrito and it didnt seem like he was planning on letting you go at any point. “Got Tim to help out, honestly little bat you worry about the weirdest things.”

You huffed with a slight pout and scrunched up your nose, “nuh uh! Is perfectly reasonable worry, you have responsibilities”

“And youre one of the things I have to take care of too little bat, don’t forget that”

“Thats so rude- 'm completely capable! Dont need help any help”

“Suuuuure and thats why you asked for me to get you chocolate milk and cutting up fruit instead of being all grown and getting it yourself~”

Your pout grew and you simply ignored Jaons teasing as you sipped on your drink while curled up next to him, finally turning your attention back to Bluey. “Mean bear-”

“Pouty bat~”

And thats how the rest of your night went for the most part, a few teasing remarks here and there, but mostly soft kisses and cuddles as Bluey played on the TV until you fell asleep nestled into Jasons side. He smiled down at you for a moment before picking you and carrying you off to bed- He knew you’d be back to your big job tomorrow and all the stress it came with but you got a night away from all that, and he’d do better at helping you manage things better too. The war criminal, the hardened killer that he was, hated seeing you cry.

[notsoattractivearenti]

Happy Anniversary (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader) 🔞

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, slight mention of alcohol, cyber sex, mutual masturbation, explicit descriptions. MINORS DNI

A/N: This is the first smut I've ever written! I've tried writing another smut before but I couldn't finish it lol. This one may be terrible so apologies in advance lol please be nice. But I hope you all enjoy it love to hear your thoughts through ask/reply/reblog! Feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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You and Christian have been in a relationship for 3 years now, and because you two currently live in two different countries you both have to go through long distance most of the time. Today was your 3rd anniversary and usually, on your anniversary you would have anniversary sex. This year however, because you were still quite busy at work and Christian still had training in London, you couldn’t see each other in person for at least two more weeks. But since none of you wanted to miss the “tradition”, you two finally decided on doing it via video call instead.

Before the action, you and Christian had dinner together through video call as well. You had been in the mood all day, so while you were cooking your own dinner you already put on your black lace lingerie – which he loves so much – underneath a satin robe. He called right after you finished setting up your table.

You picked up the call and his face appeared on your laptop screen.

“Hey you!” He excitedly waved at you. “Happy anniversary, baby!”

“Happy anniversary honey!” You waved back and blew him a kiss.

“Sorry we had to do this online,” you apologized, “but I’m glad it’s happening.”

“Why apologize?” He asked. “Y/N, all I care about is seeing you...”

You smiled at him. “Ah, aren’t you the sweetest boyfriend.”

“Plus, I’ve been thinking about you... A lot...” He smirked. “Especially in the night time...”

“Christian!” You playfully gasped. “Calm your ass down! We still have dinner to finish beforehand!”

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m just too excited!”

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After dinner, you two continued talking for a while until he asked you about it.

“Y/N, do you uh... Want to do it now?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Let me finish my wine first.”

“Great, cyber sex here we come! Oops, no pun intended,” he said jokingly.

You snorted when you heard him saying that, you could feel the wine almost came out through your nose. Right after you emptied your glass, you moved to the bedroom.

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Now sitting on your bed, you positioned your laptop and got comfortable.

“Okay Christian, let’s do this.” You told him.

You two started talking dirty to each other to set the mood.

“I’ve missed you... And your smoking hot body.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Christian. I miss having your body on mine.”

“My cock has been longing for your pussy...” he groaned.

“My pussy is already wet for you, my love.” You teased him.

“Fuck...” he hissed. “Now, tell me what to do, Y/N.”

“Uh... Take off your clothes, Chris. But leave your underwear on.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

As he took off his shirt and pants, you couldn’t stop staring at his arm-sleeve tattoos and another tattoo on his chest. His tattoos are so attractive for you, sometimes you could get turned on by them.

“Christian...” You suddenly lost your words – you were drooling over his almost-naked body.

“Your turn, love.” He said. “Show me what’s underneath that robe. Take it off, baby.”

As you slowly removed your robe, you heard him let out a slight moan. “Oh, Y/N... You’re such a tease.”

“I want to tear that lingerie off... Fuck you’re so sexy. Just take it off now, I can’t wait any longer.” He demanded.

“As you wish.”

You removed your lingerie as he watched, he bit his bottom lip and moaned loudly. 

His eyes lingered on your naked body. “You are so fucking beautiful, princess.”

You then touched your breasts and suggestively asked him, “what do you want me to do with them?”

“Play them for me, baby.” He eagerly suggested.

You started squeezing your breasts, then rubbing your areolas before you moved to your nipples. You felt the arousal was building up within you, you closed your eyes and moaned.

“Mmmm baby... I want to lick and bite those nipples.” 

As he watched you play with your nipples, he started rubbing his bulge.

You saw how he was going to remove his underwear, but you didn’t want him to.

“Do not fucking take off your underwear until I say so, Chris.” You commanded.

“Baby, please! Just let my dick be free!” He desperately begged.

You could clearly see his big, hard bulge – his penis was ready to come out. Even so, you wanted to make him wait a little longer – it was fun to see him that impatient.

“Not yet, honey.”

“Y/N... you’re killing me!” He whined.

Ignoring his whining, you slid your hand down to your vulva.

“I’m going to move the party downstairs...”

“About time,” he said as he licked his lips, “show me that pussy.” 

You moved your laptop a bit further then spread your legs in front of the camera.

He gulped the moment he saw your vagina. “Fuck, I’ve missed you a lot.”

As you gently rub your vulva, you finally let Christian remove his underwear.

“Take your briefs off, baby, I need to see your cock.” 

He quickly removed his underwear, and you gasped as you see his fully-erect penis.

“Oh hello there,” you jokingly greeted his penis, “sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”

You started touching and rubbing your clit gently in circular motion with your index finger, gradually changing your pace. Your moan got louder and louder as you felt the arousal was gotten more intense. 

As he watched you pleasuring yourself, he started jerking off.

“Yeah, baby, moan for me.” 

You made more sound and it drove him crazy.

Moving from your clit, you started slid one finger into your vagina slowly. As you felt your vagina getting wetter, you slid one more finger into it.

“Get those fingers deeper baby...”

You started moving your fingers deeper and faster.

“Oh fuck, Chris,” you whimpered, “I’m so wet...”

“Mmhm, I see that,” he hissed. “I want a taste so badly...”

You slid out your fingers and put them on your mouth – you knew he’d lose his mind seeing you doing that. “Mmm, my pussy tastes amazing, baby.”

“Shit...” he groaned. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

You went back to fingering yourself – you started doing the come-hither motion and it got you moaned even louder.

The louder you were, the faster his hand moved. His hand twisted the head of his penis, making him moan harder.

“Fuck, Y/N, I want to fuck you so bad.”

You started experiencing a tingling sensation. “Fuck, ohh... I’m close...” You stuttered.

“Cum for me princess...”

Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, your thighs were shaking – the loudest moan just left your mouth. You were drowning in pleasure.

Enjoying the show, his hand squeezed his penis even harder and he could feel he was really close to orgasm.

“Ah- baby... I’m about to cum,” he murmured.

As orgasm hit, he squeezed his eyes shut and let his cum out all over the sheets – the feeling was so intense.

“Oh,” he was panting, “that was fucking amazing.”

You were still catching your breath – unable to talk, it had been a while since you experienced an orgasm as amazing as that. 

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“I’m counting the day until I see you, Y/N, so I can fuck you in person.” He smirked.

“I can’t wait.” You winked. “Happy anniversary, Christian.”

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[linkemon]

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader (selship)

Selfship made for xivia___ on Wattpad.

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

↠ Noctis met you when he started going to school like most people his age. You weren't very talkative. Neither was he. Maybe that's why he liked you. Unlike his peers, you didn't take the initiative to get to know him. You just existed somewhere, minding your own business.

↠ The prince was fed up with everything that surrounds him at times. At times like this, he was holed up on the roof. One time he found you there sleeping. He got confused and tried to pull back but that's when you woke up. You got shy. You gathered your things as fast as you could and got out of there. What you didn't know was that you forgot your game. Freshly bought, still in foil.

Noctis wondered if it wouldn't be better to just leave the box where it was but eventually the urge to talk about the game won out. He had just bought it and had a lot of thoughts about the plot and gameplay strategy. So the next day he found you in the hallway and gave you back. You two had a nice conversation so he walked you to your classroom at the other end of the building. That's how your friendship started.

↠ The boy heartily hated vegetables, so he kind of understood the problems with nutrition. He was a bit of a hypocrite in that regard, however, as he would remind you from time to time to eat right, even if he couldn't do it himself.

↠ You often had gaming sessions with Noctis and later Prompto as well. Mostly online but sometimes also on the couch in my apartment. Ignis was preparing only good delicacies then. Scientia scolded the boy if he misbehaved and these visits were one of the few times he really listened and obeyed him.

↠ As a friend of the prince, you managed to visit the palace. Your first visit was quite a disaster. First you broke an ancient vase, then you got lost between the long corridors and finally you ran into King Regis. You cried out of frustration. The prince found you laughing through tears in front of his father. A man tried to make you laugh by telling a childhood story about his son and it worked out quite well.

Noctis also took you to his training that day. Partly because he had to and partly to show off to you. His pride when you completely blew Gladion off and congratulated him was immense.

↠ Neither of you have confessed your feelings to the other in a typical way. Just one time, walking around the city at sunset, you held hands. And a few days later, the moment in the park was so magical that you had your first kiss. Being a couple came out without any formalities or announcements.

↠ Your dates weren't much different from what you used to do together. Gaming, shopping and trips to the city. The difference was that you went out without the boys, who sensed quite quickly that something was up.

You hid your relationship from your three friends for quite a long time. Your relationship back then was full of little touches of the hand, quick stolen kisses and unexpected truancy in the middle of the day.

↠ The prince got used to the fact that you were always sleepy. He didn't mind letting his arm be your pillow.

↠ It was you who came up with the idea to employ you in part-time work. That's how you ended up working in a sushi restaurant for a while. Since then, you can't look at such food anymore. But you had to admit that the boy was extremely caring. When he saw you weren't up to the task, he would send you on break and take over your tasks.

↠ Noctis tended to keep his feelings deep inside. If you wanted to get to know them in depth, you had to make a lot of effort. You also often told him how proud you were of him because trying to grow up to the role of a king gave him sleepless nights.

He, on the other hand, supported you more often with deeds than with words. For example, by coming to various school competitions or dealing with some issues that cause you problems. Including people who accused you of being with him for fame or profit. He had his ways with such people.

↠ Your relationship lasted quite a long time but the closer it got to marrying Lunafreya, the more Noctis considered breaking up with you. Duty won out and not wanting to hurt you later, he parted ways with you long before he left Insomnia. Still, he kept coming back to you. He has you especially on his mind now that news has reached him of the attack on the capital...

[complex-pdf]

Common Sense | Nanno x Plus Size Reader

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request: “Hellooo, can I request a scenario of nanno x reader where the reader just questions everything and doesn't immediately retort to dumb decisions like most of the characters in the show 💀 and nanno is thankful to have met SOMEONE with some sense Imao”

a/n: when I be watching this show I be like “damn that was evil Nanno…that’s what they get lmao” 🗿 and I didn’t know if I should base this off of an episode or not so I did anyways

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‘This school’s system is trash…’ You thought as you walked about your school. You went to Lerdvithi School, a school that focuses on talented kids and make anyone else that isn’t a “genius” feel lesser than. You thought it was disgusting and will only lead to trouble especially when you see people get jealous at the “geniuses” all the time. Like this girl in your class looked so jealous after her friend one that writing award and became a genius. Now all of the sudden she’s one too. ‘What’s her name? Ugh I’m so bad at reme-‘ “Hey!” Suddenly a voice ruined your train of thought.

You turned around to see Nanno. “Hm? Oh, hey Nanno.” She was one of your favorite non-friends that you were cool with. “(Y/n) have you seen how quickly Mew became a genius? Pretty cool right?” Nanno asked as she speed up to match your speed. “Eh…I guess so. It’s kinda suspicious that she did it so quickly though.” “Someone’s jealous~” Nanno chuckled which made your cheeks heat up a bit. “Yea right. I’m not a suck up to the school’s ways like you or Mew. Besides that shit sounds stressful.”

You turn your head to look at Nanno and see she was just starring at you with a bright smile plastered on her pretty face. You stopped in your tracks and raise your eyebrow. “What?” “You know~ I know how she did it~” She said in a singing tone as you shake your head in disbelief. “Please, I don’t wanna get roped into dra-“ “She stole artwork online, splattered that stupid red paint on it, and called it hers.”

What Nanno told you made you angry…for some reason. ‘Why would anyone do that?!” You weren’t an angry person, but you just felt like you blew a fuse out of no where. You felt your face contort as your fists ball up. ‘Art is personal! Why would Mew steal! To get a stupid lunch? To get fame? To feel smarter than everyone else? She’s a fraud!’ You close your eyes as you got more frustrated with every thought. “(Y/n)~ You can bring her down by, I don’t know, be better at her own game?” You heard Nanno say, as if she said it in your mind.

You took three deep breaths. In and out, in and out, in and out. You felt relaxed already, like the anger never existed. You looked at Nanno and told her, “No. You know why? Because she’ll get her karma anyways. Why would I become a fraud to better one?” You gave your acquaintance a small smile, “Some times, though this is my only time getting your advice, you don’t have the best things to say.” You started to walk away from Nanno as to get to class before everyone came into the hallways to get to their classes.

“(Y/n).” Nanno’s voice made you turn quickly as she was right in front of you. Kind of too close. “You know…”, Nanno started to caress your left cheek, “You’re pretty smart. You think before you take action. Some might say it’s…common sense~” You saw Nanno smirk as you, and she, felt your face heat up tremendously. “W-Well…I…I guess a lot of people don’t have that nowadays…” You stuttered out nervously. “I’ve seen a lot of people without common sense, you have no idea…And you know, you look cute. Cuddly and bouncy even. Stay that way for me.” Nanno told (Y/n) with a smile. She walked away humming like she never said anything to you. While you just stood there flustered.

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[ralfmaximus]

In the 2010s, he said, a curious person was better equipped to take the temperature of the web: “The stuff going viral on Facebook was of a different flavor and demographic than, say, YouTube or Twitter, but it felt easier to look at it all, shuffle the decks together, and say, There’s the internet.” Sometime between mid-2021 and early 2022, Broderick noticed that information was moving differently. News stories blew up in corners of the internet and died out, completely bypassing his feeds, and fake “viral” trends popped up with increasing frequency, despite little evidence that anyone was participating in them.

It seems a rising percentage of "the internet" consists of robots following AI-generated content.

Unpaywalled here.

[heiayen]

love across the stars various x gn!reader

summary: small snippets of you and your lover, but each universe and scenario is different <3

tags: snippets, modern au (yoimiya, kazuha, shenhe, ayaka, albedo) canon divergence (wanderer), this is just many aus where you meet the character, established relationship (ayaka, shenhe, albedo, xiao), pre-relationship (wanderer, kazuha, yoimiya), 100+ words each

notes: *crawls out of the grave* im alive!! not really though!! anyways this is a part of @favonius-library gift exchange event and this is a gift for @soleillunne!! i hope ull enjoy it <3

WANDERER

Wanderer was plagued with... dreams. He would wake up near a waterfall, in a quiet forest, interrupted only by the gentle playing of a harp. Your harp.

You would always sit next to the water, strumming the strings, but never daring to talk. Wanderer didn't either. Though, he did ask Nahida once about it, after she noticed his thinking face.

"It seems a certain deity took interest in you!"

That was so stupid. A deity? Took interest in him? Why would anyone even do that? And yet, his curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but speak up the next time he saw you.

You stopped playing the harp and looked at him, a small smile gracing your lips. Your beauty sure was the one of a deity.

"Let's have a chat, shall we?"

KAZUHA

The flower shop was beautiful, everyone and you thought. But so was the florist working there; Kazuha was his name. You were an often guest there, always asking for flower bouquets to put in your room. You usually had a theme ready, be it a certain color, a certain feel or whatever you thought would fit the week. And Kazuha always gladly created the prettiest bouquets one could think so.

So one day you asked him to make a bouquet that he wanted to. With a charming smile he went to the backroom and some time later, came back with a bouquet even prettier than the previous ones. He gave it to you with a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat.

When you later checked the flowers and its meanings online, it turned out that every flower had some kind of a romantic meaning behind it...

And you couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything more.

XIAO

Alatus was the name he used online, but Xiao was the name you knew him with. He was a popular streamer, known for his... interesting attitude, but also for how private he was with his life. So it was a big shock when the news came that he was dating someone. Namely, you.

It was so shocking to his viewers to see someone in the background of his camera. You walked up to him and Xiao turned off his mic– or, well so he thought. The conversation between two lovers that was meant to be private, simply, blew up Twitter that day.

From that on, you became an often guest on his streams and everyone completely adored the way his eyes softened every time you walked in.

ALBEDO

Albedo had a habit you adored.

He would often take photos of you, be it when you were doing simply nothing, just sitting next to him, or maybe when you were busy watching a movie or reading. When your attention wasn't on him.

Or when you were smiling, pointing at something you noticed, wanting to capture your happiness.

You do look the prettiest when you were happy, he noticed. It was a view so precious to him, he wanted to capture it.

He never asked you to pose, no. He wanted to capture the real you, the one you allowed him to see; not the one you showed to others.

You knew about it, he wasn't especially sneaky with the photos anyway. but you had no complaints about it.

It somehow... made you feel special.

Special in a way only he could make you feel.

YOIMIYA

It was New Year's Eve when you noticed her, amidst the colorful lights of the fireworks. You didn't know her name or who she even was, seeing her for the first time in your life, in the middle of a park.

Even though it was dark and the only source of light were the fireworks, you swore you could see her beautiful smile. Full of happiness and warmth. You stared at her until your eyes met and, oh.

She really was beautiful.

Her eyes shining brighter than anything else could, brighter than the fireworks in the sky, she waved to you and gestured for you to come. She didn't want anyone to spend this time alone, after all.

You didn't know this stranger's name or anything about her, and yet your heart already made a verdict about her.

"My name is Yoimiya! And what about you?"

SHENHE

On ice, Shenhe looked like a princess. Movement graceful and fluid, as if skating was something natural to her. As if the ice was her second home. You sometimes felt like it was. She looked so pretty, twirling on the ice. There was no music, no spotlight on her, and she was just another skater among the others, but your eyes couldn't just leave her.

After a moment though, she skated to the railing, on which the other side of it you were standing.

She noticed your staring. You smiled.

"Just admiring you."

Her cheeks grew just a bit redder, already blushed from skating, and you couldn't help but smile just a bit wider. She looked at you for a moment before opening her mouth and speaking.

"Would you like to skate with me?"

AYAKA

She was your muse.

So elegant with her moves, everything carefully thought through, she was stealing your breath with her beauty. You lost count of the songs you wrote for her, the words singing a quiet love confession for Ayaka.

You wanted to write her a song she could dance to.

Carefully write the notes down on paper, gently press the piano keys, and with all your heart softly sing the lyrics, and so watch her move, watch her dance to the melodies of your love for her.

You told yourself that you would one day.

Just one day.

There was no need to rush, after all.