#I also wanted to play around with the idea of an area that is basically just a giant Darkner

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[arolesbianism]

I thought abt Wormwood hcs for like 5 seconds before it spiraled way out of control and now I have a whole hypothetical mod in my head with Wormwood as the final boss help

[rafesbowbunny]

𝜗𝜚 bunny!reader has always had a thing for a regular at her bookstore, older!rafe only comes in to see her

c!w; mdni !! older!rafe, dom!rafe, bunny!reader, age-gap (reader is 18+), size kink, rafe gets called 'daddy' a few times, dirty talk, mutual pining obviously, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation (if you squint), cum play, cum eating, oral (f. receiving)

notes; i had such bad writer's block during the making of this so i apologise if this isn't my best work... also its kinda long before the smut but it needed some plot !!

you'd just gotten a job at a new cozy bookstore in town. it was perfect, had rows and rows of every genre of book a person could think of and a lovely little cafe with a cozy area to read in too. you loved working there, and had recently gotten much more comfortable after finally getting the hang of everything.

there were quite a few regulars that would come in for the coffee and a book, lots were mothers with quiet children that would sit down in the children's corner and read, others were just people of all ages that particularly enjoyed sitting in the bookstore for hours.

you were stacking shelves the first time you saw him; tall, gorgeous and smiling slightly under his cute scruffy moustache. he was flicking through the non-fiction books. though he didn't look like someone that read, adorned in workwear and partially grubby clothing, most likely from his blue collar job.

you could tell he was definitely older, around ten years your senior but still so pretty. after that first minor interaction you started seeing him come in a lot more, every other day basically. you'd worked up the courage to say hi to him after a few more times of seeing him and although your face was probably bright red, he smiled wide and started a conversation with you.

after the ice had been broken you would always talk to him when he came into the bookstore, it got to a point where he wasn't even pretending to be interested in the books around him anymore, he obviously had come in there to see you again.

rafe had also started coming in early before work started, he looked so good in his carhartt jacket and big boots, not yet dirty from a days work. he'd make sure you were the one to make his coffee, always mumbling something about you having a secret gift as he grinned, letting his hand linger over yours when he'd take his cup.

the tension between the two of you was palpable, your friends and co-workers would make jokes about how no one needed to read romance books in there anymore, they had a whole story playing out in front of them.

you would always laugh and smile at their comments, smitten over the idea of being with rafe but there was always the lingering thought that it was just friendly flirting. nothing more. he probably had a girlfriend, or a wife or something. he was too old and too gorgeous, why would he actually want anything to do with little old you.

these thoughts had you spiralling significantly on one particular day; what if you were wasting all your time and feelings on this older guy that would never want you? would you ever get over him? would you be alone forever?

you were zoning out - hard - as you slid the last few books of your shift onto the shelf, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw him standing in front of you with a grin.

"sorry, did i give you a fright?" he mumbled, steadying you with his touch, "'thought you'd heard me when i said y'name but there must be s'much goin' on in that head of yours."

you took a breathe and smiled weakly at him, not being able to shake your pessimistic thoughts from seconds before as he stood in front of you, handsome and speaking.

"no, sorry- lots on my mind i guess" you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers. rafe's brow furrowed, he'd seen you stressed and frustrated because of work but never like this, anxious and pensive.

he tilted his head a little, "what's wrong hm?" he softly coaxed, looking deep into your eyes as he reached out and rubbed your arm with his thumb.

you looked up at him through your lashes, "nothing.. nothing really..." you mumbled, chewing your lip a little.

his gaze darkened as he watched you, "something you wanna ask me bunny?"

you shook your head after shuddering at the nickname. a nickname only rafe used with you, it never failed to give you goosebumps down your body and cause your thighs to squeeze together a little, "don't worry.. er, i'm about to close up in a minute - you don't mind walking me to my car do you?"

his pursed lips melted into a smile and he looked up for a second before nodding. you smiled at him before finally putting away the last few things and grabbing the bookstore's keys. rafe followed you out as you left the store and locked the doors from the outside.

"cold tonight hmm" rafe remarked, looking out at the dim parking lot and neighbouring streets as he walked close to you. you hummed in agreement, readjusting the jacket tighter around you.

when you finally reached your car you looked up at him with a longing smile before he tilted his head, grinning at you, "you gonna tell me what you were thinking about earlier?"

you shook your head, nerves chewing at your lip again.

"c'mon, 'm not gonna see you tomorrow, 'ts your day off bunny, can't make me just wonder all this time hm?" he playfully whined, inching his body closer to yours. you were a little stunned by his words.

"you remember my day off's tomorrow?" the nerves were rising in your tummy now, bubbling around and exploding.

he smirked, sliding your hand into his, "course i'd know when the only reason i go into that bookshop isn't there."

"rafe" you gushed, covering your face a little and shaking your head. you couldn't believe your ears, you thought you weren't stupid or anything but here you were, hearing that he wanted you the whole time. "i thought you were just.. i don't know, entertaining the idea of me this whole time..."

his lips parted and brow furrowed as if it was completely incomprehensible that he might've not actually wanted you, "bunny... you must be talking pure shit now because i thought i'd made it obvious i wanted you from the second i'd gotten to know you."

you chewed at your lip, heat pooling in your tummy as he instinctively inched closer to you as he spoke. all you wanted to do now was jump his bones, and you kept glancing down at the bulge in his pants as it became closer and closer to you.

he noticed your wandering eyes and laughed a little, throwing his head back before sliding both hands up your arms carefully, "...so you said you don't have heating huh?"

you nodded, feeling dizzy at the realisation of what he was about to ask you.

he scoffed with a grin, "see, i've got heating at my place that works pretty well, and - bunny, with the way you're looking at me right now, i think we're better off going there."

you smiled, staring up at him through your lashes before nodding and in an instant he'd grabbed your hand, leading you to his truck. the drive was probably fairly quick, but it felt like hours of agony to the both of you as you patiently waited. rafe's hand was possessively gripping your thigh and you felt wetness in your panties thinking about where else his hands would trail to.

it was a blur, stumbling out of his truck and into his house, you barely looked at the place before the two of you, sloppy and all over each other, had made it to his bedroom. your body was on vibrate but he took a second to take his huge jacket and long sleeve shirt off.

you breathed heavily, eyes widening when street light through the window illuminated his toned chest, he was built like a greek god and you nearly moaned at the thought of all that being all over you.

he teasingly peeled your clothes off, article by article, grinning all the way. he could see you twitching and heavily breathing at every movement, it only fuelled him more.

finally you were in nothing but panties and a bra, matching of course, which made rafe's eyes go wild, "jesus, look at you." he breathed, running his hands along the side of your body as you lay under him.

you slid your arms around his neck and tried to pull him in but he grinned at your lack of strength and you frowned playfully, squirming at the lack of action.

"you gonna ask nicely bunny?" his lips were centimetres away from yours, he was really enjoying teasing you now.

"please... please i want you inside me so bad" you whined, pouting and running your hands into his shaggy mullet. he smirked and leaned in, passionately pressing his lips to yours, engulfing you in heat.

your hands pulled at his jeans, ripping down the zipper as you slid a palm across his clothed cock, gasping at his lips over how big you found him to be.

he tugged himself out of his boxers before lowering down to your core, you burned with desire as you watched the greek god looming over you, slowly bully his cock into your weeping hole.

you groaned at the feeling, his cock slowly slipping all the way down, filling you to the hilt. your grip around his neck tightened, along with his hands holding you steady at your hips.

he drilled into you at an unrelenting pace, the sound of his cock diving in and out of your wet pussy causing him to groan gutturally, "uhghh, you like this big cock baby? c'mon, tell me you've been thinking about daddy's cock since you met me hmm"

you eyes were rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much already, "mmmh i think about daddy's cock all the time... oh! fuuuck."

you looked down at your tummy, a clear huge bulge poking everytime rafe drove his dick into you, only making you dizzier. he was just so big.

a creamy line of arousal was thick around the base of rafe's cock, your breath all ragged as he continued to drill into you, toying with your clit to overstimulate you.

you were shaking under him, one hand gripping onto a bicep and the other tugging the sheets beside you. the sheer girth of him was splitting you open, rafe grinned at the yelps escaping your lips with every thrust.

"pussy's swallowing me whole, fuck bunny" he grunted into your lips, launching in for yet another seering kiss while his thrusts became sloppy but deeper. plap-plap-plap filled the room along with your pornographic moans.

"nghh daddy, i'm- oh, g'na cum!" you cried, nails digging into his flesh.

he was panting into your neck, "'know baby, can feel your pussy milking me- fuuuuuck" you felt the rush of your orgasm as rafe's thick white ropes coated your insides. he continued to thrust into you a few more times, watching your pussy swallow all his cum before pulling out.

"such a good bunny, look at that shit.." he mumbled, dragging a finger over your wet whole, playing with and pushing his release back into you. "so wet..."

he dipped his head down, lapping up both your juices that had coated your folds. you twitched from the sensation, still recovering from his cock.

"rafeee- oh god- too sensitive.." you whined, hand laced in his hair. he lifted his head and looked at you with a grin, his moustache gleaming with wetness.

"oh bunny now that i've had you, shit, i'm never letting my little girl go."

[jasperxkuromi]

Play ideas for chronically ill, disabled, or otherwise bed bound/low energy littles

Hi all! I am chronically ill. I am not comfortable sharing my specific diagnosis, but I am more than okay with talking about disability in general. Everything below is based on my own personal experiences and activities I like to do while stuck in bed. Everyone's body and experiences are different. I may list some things that just aren't an option for you, and that's okay. You are more than welcome to add on to this post with activities you do too!

🐛 Open the curtains and cloud watch! I like to look for clouds that remind me of animals or characters and day dream a story about them. If the weather is nice, consider opening your window a little bit and letting some fresh air into your room.

🐦 Bird watch! I have a bird feeder outside my window that I painted myself from a kid's kit. There are also bird feeders that have suction cups that can be stuck right on your window. You can also make your own seed ornaments. You could pick yourself up a kids book or two on learning to identify birds.

🌷 Get a window planter. You may need someone's help to set one up, but once they are in place they are fairly easy to care for. I like pansies and marigolds because they remind me of childhood, and they are low maintenance and do well in containers.

📖 Audiobooks are great for middles who want to read chapter books. If you have a library card you can borrow tons of audiobook, ebooks, and comics through hoopla and Libby for free. There are some audiobooks for younger kiddo books, but honestly I think YouTube is better for that.

🖼️ Scrapbooks and journals! Being penpals with another little is also an option, but I do recommend using basic internet safety and common sense. (I don't think you should do this if you are under 18). You could always scan/take pictures of your letter and send it digitally to your penpal instead.

🛏️ If you spend a lot of time in bed, and have the money to do so, I really recommend getting items to make your time in bed more comfortable. Extra pillows, or even a reading pillow can be helpful. Lap desks or bed tables can give you space to color or set up play scenes with small toys.

🌟 You can also decorate the area around your bed to make it more child like! Fairy lights, glow in the dark stars, bed canopies, posters, and the like.

🪑 I have a floor chair I use for times I am playing outside of my bed. Being close to the floor helps me feel small, but not having back support hurts after a short while. I have an adjustable one that I can lay flat on the floor as a sleeping mat. Very helpful for the times when I need a quick nap after playtime.

🎨 Check the seasonal and kids sections at dollar stores and Five Below. I usually find fun craft kits that can keep me occupied for a bit for really cheap.

🧶 Do your own crafts! I like the knit and crochet. Some people can do them in bed, but I find it difficult to find a comfortable way to do that. However making friendship bracelets in bed works out pretty well. They make great gifts, even for non little friends. Or you could make matching ones for you and your CG or favorite plushie!

🪀 Make your own sensory bin! You can find tons of tutorials and ideas online. Bonus is you can get most of the items you would use at the dollar store. There are tons of other DIY sensory toys you can make as well if you look around. Glitter/shaker bottles are pretty popular too.

🐇 Cuddle with your stuffed animals. Tell them stories. Play pretend. Read to them. They will appreciate all of it.

🎮 If you have an old 3DS stuffed away in a drawer somewhere, pull it back out. 3DS are fairly easy to install homebrew and there are toooons of kiddo friendly games you could get (check 3ds.hacks.guide for this, do not follow tutorials on YouTube or random websites as they very well could be outdated)

💊 Decorate your medicine organizers with stickers. If you use mobility aids you can decorate them as well! Fake flowers are great for decorating mobility aids and there are tons of ideas you can find online.

🍼 I have stomach problems that makes it hard for me to eat enough. I often drink Ensure to make sure I am getting enough calories/nutrients. I get the strawberry flavor and sometimes put it in my sippy cup and pretend it is strawberry milk 😋

😴 If you need rest, rest! You deserve to get as much sleep as your body needs. Babies and toddlers take naps all the time! Trying to just exist with chronic health issues is difficult enough. You don't need to push yourself.

[rene-darling]

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."

[strawberrydolly333]

rafe cameron nsfw alphabet pt. 1

18+ only, mentions of sex, drugs, kinks, sending nudes

a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

rafe normally doesn't do aftercare when it comes to hookups or one night stands as he normally just kicks them out once they finish. but, ever since you started dating him, aftercare is always a must. he'll always grab a towel and clean your body, taking extra good care of your princess parts after ramming into them for endless of hours

b = body part (their favorite body part and also their partner's)

his favorite body part on himself would either be his shoulders or his arms. he works out pretty often where he does a lot of muscle training with the trap bar (s1 episode 4 rafe) and he also plays golf with topper so that can tone his arms too. as for his partner, his favorite body part on you would be your tits. he likes to snort lines of coke between the valley of your boobs before putting his entire mouth over your nipple and sucking on it

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's a big fan of breeding you, where the sight of his cum flowing out of your pussy makes him wanna fuck you again. the idea of cumming inside of you and then having you carry his kids in your round tummy makes him go absolutely feral

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he oftenly thought about fucking you from behind, having you sprawled out onto the glass table as you snort up thin lines of coke, giggling and whining as you take his cock. he doesn't want you resorting to drugs and heavily relying on it like him, but the idea of you being his coke whore makes him go a tad bit insane

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

he's definitely not a virgin but he also doesn't go around sleeping with all the kooks in tannyhill. his body count is probably between 4-5 and ever since you guys started dating, he'll spend most of the time fucking you behind closed doors in his room while everyone is downstairs partying, with loud music blasting in the background

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

his favorite position is doggy-style hands down. he loves the view of your ass on display for him as you crumble within the bedsheets. while fucking you in doggy, he likes to grab your hair and create a makeshift ponytail as you take his cock, moaning and crying out for more (he also likes to grab your face and lean your head back as he spits in your mouth)

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

rafe does not play around when it comes to having sex with you. he prefers to take control, finding pleasure from making you feel pleasure. "yeah kid? y'like that?" he asked, thrusting deep inside of your tight walls, feeling your pussy clench around his length as he lets out a guttural moan

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he likes to keep his area shaved and if there is hair growing, he likes to keep it well groomed. he knows that if it gets too long, it could possibly make you feel sensitive/irritated so he likes to just shave it all off to be safe

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

as previously mentioned, when he would be with his hookups or one night stands, all he cared about was fucking them and kicking them out afterwards. after meeting you, he began to cherish the intimate moments where he'd often kiss your forehead tenderly when fucking you missionary-style. in person, he's often grumpy and keeps to himself but when you guys are together having sex, he shows his sincere love for you as you guys passionately fuck for hours

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he's taking care of stuff related to the cameron estate and has to leave for business trips, yes he jacks off. in fact, he'll actually steal an underwear from your drawer and bring it along with him, rubbing it against his cock in his private hotel room. he also has a polaroid picture of you with his cum all over your face, tongue stuck out, squeezing your tits together inside of his wallet that he'll stare at when jacking off

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he absolutely loves it when you call him 'daddy' during sex. it's even better when you call him that outside of the bedroom, casually and even in front of kelce and topper. another personal favorite of his is breeding. with you being on birth control, him finishing inside of you almost every single time never fails to amaze him. he'll pull out of you and watch his cum drip out of your cunt before stuffing it back in, not wanting any of it to go to waste

l = location (favorite places to do the deed)

he can be pretty risky and fuck you almost anywhere but aside from the bedroom, he likes fucking you on the golf course either behind a bush far away from others or having his dick buried inside of your cunt as you sit on top of his lap while he drives the golf cart. he'd purposefully drive over bumps and potholes, causing you to bite back a moan as you try and cover yourself with your skirt

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

lots of things can turn on rafe but when it comes to you, sending him nudes while he's out on business trips or dealing with barry makes him so horny. he felt his phone vibrate and as he opened his phone to see what it was, he was met with a picture of your pussy glistened with cum with a message saying "missing you right now daddy" and later that night, he made sure to fuck you extra hard for pulling such a stunt like that on him

[gabbytvclarke]

The dog and the postwoman PART 5 (FINALE): To the moon and back

Part one here! ♥ Part two here! ♥ Part three here! ♥ Part four here!

• Summary: Arthur and reader's relationship blossoms over the months as they struggle to keep it a secret, and dating rumours get in the way. • Pairing: Arthur TV x female!reader, italianbaach x reader??, (Also friend!basically all the other youtubers in this circle) • Smut, angst, fluff, and insta AU • Warnings: a tiny bit of relationship anxiety/jealousy, secret relationship, swearing, harassment, innuendoes, and LOTS more sex (including dominant Arthur 👀) • Word count: 8,417 words • Note 1: Ngl I'm not sure if I like this one... • Note 2: A slightly different writing style, but I thought it worked on this part • Note 3: Sorry for the late post, I was on holiday then got really sick :(

♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥

NOW:

@ Twitteruser1: HAS ANYONE SEEN ARTHURS VIDEO??????? @ Twitteruser2: y/ntv is real FUCK everyone who denied it ↳ @ Twitteruser3: im SO HAPPY FOR THEM

@ Twitteruser4: Um y/n's instagram post!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm DYING

@ Twitteruser5: I'm about to lose it #y/ntv

@ Twitteruser6: Arthurs latest video AHHHHH I’m crying rn ↳ @ Twitteruser7: VIDEO?? you need to see their instas

3 MONTHS BEFORE NOW:

Arthur grumbles as he rolls over to his left with an outstretched arm, his eyes flutter open as he feels an empty space. It's been a while since he's awoken alone, spending time together in secret means that sleepovers are the safest choice. He thanks his luck that his roommates are always travelling for brand deals. He sits up and rubs his eyes, his ears focusing on one of his favourite songs: anything that y/n is singing. "Hm?" he hums to himself near silently. He pulls himself out of bed but can't see the grey hoodie he'd thrown on his desk chair the night before, he chuckles to himself as he grabs another hoodie and follows y/n's melody.

He finds her in his living room, humming away while carefully packing some of his small house plants, as Arthur is in the middle of moving into the same building as Isaac. Sneaking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of her neck, causing her to jolt slightly.

"Jesus!" She gasps, following with a small giggle. She puts the parcel tape down and swivels to return Arthur's hug. "Good morning sunshine!" She chirps before pecking a small kiss to his cheek.

"G'morning! Nice hoodie." He smirks back, as she steps back and curtsies. "You know you don't have to do all this." He gestures to the array of boxes, some packed, some half full, and some empty, but the bags under his eyes suggest otherwise. Arthur's been juggling video recordings, podcast recordings, and preparing to move for the past month and it seems to be taking a toll on him.

"I don't have to, no, but I want to baby." She replies softly, not even thinking. She doesn't even notice the word rolling off her tongue so easily. Arthur does and he can't stop the childlike smile that creeps up on his face. "What's that face for?" She asks with amusement.

"Nothing, nothing. You're just adorable." He shrugs sheepishly. Despite how comfortable he is around her, she still makes him shy at times. Even though it's been 46 days since that fateful time at his flat; the breakfast, the food fight, the love making. Not like he's counting the days or anything. Then he gets an idea. "Do you want some pancakes?" He asks warmly.

"Reminiscing are we?" She teases, catching him off guard, his once relaxed eyes now full of surprise. She giggles and plays with his hair, eliciting a laugh from him. "Yes to pancakes, but let's share the workload this time." She squeezes his hand as they head to the kitchen area.

The pancakes are once again a success, although not as fancy as last time due to Arthur's smaller contributions to the flat's food budget. There's also a clear difference between the one's flipped by Arthur and the ones flipped by y/n.

As they start eating in a contented silence, Arthur stares ahead of him and begins to frown without realising, catching y/n's attention. "What's wrong Arthur? Is there a pube in your pancake?" She jokes. He fights every fibre of his being to not spray his mouthful, swallowing it whole and coughing as he laughs. He takes a sip of his water and clears his throat.

"Wow. You never seize to amaze me, y/n" He beams, lightly thumping his chest.

"Sorry I almost choked you, but are you OK?" She asks, her smile shrinking as anxiety creeps in. She'd been enjoying the silence, but now she's worried that perhaps his busy schedule could be making him rethink their time together. They’ve spent so much time with each other recently, but maybe he’s getting bored?

"It's OK, I'm OK, I just..." He trails off as his eyebrows knit together again. Her lungs begin feeling tight. She thinks about how maybe moving out of his flat isn't the only chapter in his life that he's closing. Arthur's eyes blink from his pancakes to y/n's face.

"Y/n, am I your boyfriend?" He asks with innocence and sincerity. She's taken aback, the mouthful of food she'd crammed in was meant to stop her from crying not grinning. Her eyes are wide as she chews quicker to swallow and answer.

"Sorry, bit of a weird and sudden question, I know." He chuckles, “I’ve just been wondering recently, that’s all.” He shoots her a gentle smile, nervously waiting for her answer. She gulps.

"Do you want to be?" She asks sweetly, trying not to smile too hard in the moment.

"Very much so." Arthur replies with a fast nod. He sets his knife and fork down, knits his fingers together and rests his head on them. "But it depends, how does that hoodie feel? Like boyfriend material perhaps?" He cocks his eyebrow as he watches her lips curl up more.

She giggles before rubbing her hand along the sleeve, pulling an intrigued face. "Wow, you know, I think it does." Without hesitation, Arthur's chair scrapes along the floor as he rushes to hug her, rocking her back and forth slowly with a Cheshire Cat grin. She scoops her arms up and behind to hug him back, unprepared for such a welcomed attack.

"I can't wait to tell Bach and the others, you’re finally my girlfriend!" He exclaims in her ear, pulling away to look at his beautiful girl, his eyes twinkling. She feels ridiculous for doubting him, for thinking he'd allow the stress of moving to cloud his feelings towards her. His happiness in that moment, the emphasis on 'finally', the way she could swear she saw tears building in his gorgeous eyes. She stands to her feet and pulls him into a proper hug.

"I'm the happiest man on the planet!" His voice cracks as he boasts, his head nestled in her neck as she feels the heat of his cheeks burning against her. "I'm so happy too Arth!” Y/n replies, also fighting tears. She cups his jaw as he locks eyes with her again and pulls him down to give him a loving kiss, which he returns enthusiastically. He begins giving her small pecks, whispering “My beautiful girl” and “My darling” in between, until a familiar poking feeling in her hip shifts the mood.

“Mr Frederick, what’s going on?” Y/n smirks as she slowly pulls away, looking straight into his chocolate eyes.

“Oh… I guess I got too excited, I’m sorry.” He chuckles, heat radiating from his face even more as he shyly looks away. Still gazing up at him, y/n slowly sinks to her knees, her hands gliding down his bare legs as she goes. “…Y/n!” Arthur exclaims, in shock.

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t my boyfriend deserve a treat?” She quips, her fingers pulling down his boxers agonisingly slow. Arthur’s breath hitches in his throat, still in disbelief at how lucky he is. His cock springs out as his underwear drops and pools at his ankles. He removes his hoodie within less than a second, so the thick fabric won't be able to block his view.

Y/n clasps her soft hand around the base off his cock, licking her lips before planting small kisses along the shaft. Arthur hums lowly, threading his hand through her hair. Her pecks head towards the base, before licking a stripe back up to the tip and wrapping her lips around the head.

“Mmm, there she is. My talented girl…” Arthur whispers, before sucking air through his teeth as her nose suddenly hits his lower abdomen. She looks up at him as she bobs her head, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy, and watching his toned chest rise and fall rapidly. “F-fuck… y/n…” He groans through gritted teeth. He tilts his head down and makes eye contact, his brows are low and his eyes are dark. He bites his lip as he watches her worship his cock with her pretty mouth. “Good girl... so good.”

It doesn’t take long before his whimpers grow more intense and his stomach forms a knot. She’s ready to milk him then and there, but Arthur stops her. “Y/n, wait a sec.” He utters breathlessly. She pulls her head off with a ‘pop’, peering up at him and catching her breath as she eagerly awaits further instructions. “Come ‘ere.” He pulls her up gently by her hands until she’s standing again. He cups her cheeks sweetly as he looks intensely into her eyes with burning desire. “That was incredible, as always, but your mouth isn’t where I want to fill you this morning.” Before she can react, he turns them both slightly and pushes y/n backwards, the backs of her legs hitting the table.

She lets out a small yelp in surprise, before laying herself down across the table, pushing her plate out the way. Arthur leans over her, looking at her how a wild animal looks at its prey. He’s quick to remove her underwear as he plants wet desperate kisses along her neck. “Take it off.” He growls in her ear before nipping right under her earlobe. She hums with excitement as he stands back, hungrily watching her whip the stolen hoodie off. “So beautiful.” He whispers, his hands magnetising to her breasts as his lips crash into hers. He breathes soft whimpers into her lips before planting wet kisses further down her body until he reaches her belly button. He stands upright and grabs his wet cock, giving it a few pumps before raising one of her legs over his shoulder.

He rubs his tip over her clit, before his gaze flicks up to meet hers. “How much do you want this right now?” He asks intensely. Y/n’s surprised at this more animalistic side to Arthur, but it’s more than welcome.

“S-so much Arthur.” She breathes, feeling a wave of shyness wash over her at his new demeanor. He sinks his cock into her as a raw raspy moan leaves his throat. He leans himself lower while she adjusts to the stretch, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“My girlfriend needs spoiling too.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over her face. He begins thrusting, his big hand squeezing her soft thigh as it’s pressed against his body. The pair can’t keep quiet as Arthur soon begins pounding into her relentlessly, the kitchen filling with the sounds of gasps, grunts, creaking table legs, and skin slapping skin. He cups her cheek and studies her face, watching the pleasure written all over it, which only spurs him on more.

Feeling his orgasm fast approaching again, he slows down and gives y/n passionate kisses, whispering “You’re incredible,” against her lips. She’s too lost for words to form coherent sentences. He pulls out of her and grips her thighs, manoeuvring her so her hips are slightly off the table. He stands straight and wastes no time ramming himself back into her, trying to keep his noises down so he can enjoy listening to hers, while his hands hold her waist tightly. Her lower tummy fills with butterflies as she watches Arthur pound her senseless, the sight driving her even closer to the edge. His fringe stuck to his forehead, biting his lips between his teeth as he grunts, his eyebrows furrowed while he peers down at where their hips meet. The way he looks at her like a starving man looks at a 5 star meal.

“I know you’re close baby, don’t. hold. back.” He instructs with each thrust. His moves become sloppy and more desperate. She stutters his name to warn him she’s about to burst. “So close,” he mutters, only seconds before the pair release together. He moans her name over and over again like it’s the only word he knows, like he’s ensuring the entire building knows who makes him feel this good. Her whole body quivers as her pussy fills with his cum, overflowing and trickling into the floor.

Arthur drapes over and rests his head on y/n’s belly. “Wow, y/n!” He exhales.

“Arthur… where did that come from?” Y/n managed to croak out, still dazed by the new side of Arthur she hadn't seen before. Arthur chuckles against her tummy before standing up to grab her some kitchen roll for their mess.

“Well, months ago when you were on Becky’s channel, you said something about the idea of nerdy guys ending up being a bad boy in bed,” he explains as he helps her off the table and passes her his hoodie back, “and, well, I always forget about that everytime we got down and dirty, until today.”

Y/n is gobsmacked, she didn’t even remember saying it as it had been a few months since then, although it was true. And Arthur was the perfect example of the kind of nerd she had in mind, and today he proved he was that kind of lover too. “Well, that’s a side of you I didn’t know you had, but it was definitely fun.” She giggles, still feeling giddy.

“Honestly, I didn’t know I did either, but I’m glad you enjoyed it too.” Arthur replies. “Oh look, we wasted our pancakes again.”

Y/n reaches for the plates. “We can microwave them, but we did just fuck near them.” She laughs.

“I don’t mind that, but maybe I should clean the table and floor first.” Arthur chuckles, heading to the bathroom and returning with a fresh cleaning cloth. As y/n loads the microwave, Arthur gets to cleaning.

“I’ve just gotta keep my mind focused for the session tomorrow.” Y/n states, gritting her teeth in an exaggerated manner.

2 MONTHS + 29 DAYS BEFORE NOW:

Y/n sits across from Isaac and Arthur, awaiting the go-ahead from the producer and director to begin. Finally, y/n is guest starring on the ‘Bach and Arthur’ podcast. They’re in their new set, much more space themed, which impresses y/n as it’s the first time she’s seeing it in person.

The podcast begins, the episode’s main subject focusing on ‘The science of icks’, after the heavy shipping between y/n and Arthur. The pair haven’t come out as a couple yet and don’t plan to for a while, so they’re prepared to struggle to not accidentally let anything slip out. Ironically, Isaac is most worried about outing them.

��It’s so nice to have you on here, and by popular demand too.” Isaac states, gesturing over to y/n as if bowing in her presence.

“Honestly it’s an honour being here,” she replies, looking around the set with wonder, “it’s so much bigger than it looks on screen!” Arthur chuckles and puts his head in his hands, anticipating Isaac’s response.

“Guilty, as charged.” Isaac quips, before shaking his head and laughing awkwardly.

At one point, Isaac goes off on a tangent about how pheromones work and y/n’s mind starts wandering. Isaac uses dogs as an example, which takes y/n’s thoughts back to earlier that morning, just before she and Arthur headed to the studio.

The day started innocent enough. Y/n slept over again as Arthur still had the flat to himself and they were filming the podcast in the afternoon. They stood side by side brushing their teeth, y/n using ‘her’ toothbrush in Arthur’s bathroom.

Everything was fine until y/n had her shower and returned to Arthur’s bedroom in just a bathrobe. He was in the middle of getting dressed when she waltzed in gleefully, looking forward to the day ahead. “Wow, your arse looks amazing in those boxers.” Were her exact words, and that was all it took for Arthur’s brain to start turning wild again.

“Oh yeah? And how’s your arse looking today darling?” He flirted, watching eagerly as y/n turned and raised her robe, sticking her butt out in a half seductive, half playful gesture. It was still a little damp and foamy from the shower, its shine begging for his touch. “Fuck.” Arthur whispered to himself, wasting no time in standing behind his hot girlfriend and grabbing a handful of bubbly cheek. His breath tickled the back of her neck when he asked: “How much time do you have to get ready?”

“Plenty.” Y/n replied in a teasing tone, sensing the mood. Arthur gave her a light spank as he chuckled into her neck, his hand lingering as he gripped another handful. Soon enough the clothes he’d just put on were tossed across the room. Y/n turned her upper body back to kiss Arthur, their tongues dancing together, as he gently edged her closer to the bed. Y/n fiddled with the knot in her belt loop, quickly loosening it and discarding the bathrobe altogether. Arthur pushed her onto the bed, with her landing on her hands and knees with a cheeky giggle. Perfect.

Arthur’s hands roamed around her ass cheeks as he watched the small soap bubbles get wiped away. “Fucking beautiful.” He stated as y/n gave Arthur a little wiggle, arching her back and pushing her butt closer to him. She gasped when she felt how ready he was for her so quickly, as his hard tip made contact with the back of her thigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Arthur mumbled as he spat on his fingers and rubbed them between her plump cheeks. That feeling alone driving her crazy.

“Please…” Y/n whimpered, eager to feel that stretch again. Arthur’s hands kneaded her cheeks again as he stepped closer, moving the up to grip her hips. His tip pressed against her entrance as he stood still.

“Please what, baby girl?” Arthur asked, she could hear the grin in his voice.

“Please Arthur, please fuck me.” She begged. He hummed out a chuckle as he pulled her onto him, his hips making swift flush contact with her ass. Y/n exhaled a loud moan in both surprise and bliss. It wasn’t long before Arthur pounded away at her needy pussy, his velvet voice calling her name and telling her how good she took him. His fingers digging into her hips, definitely leaving marks behind as he pulled her on his cock again and again, adding pleasure every time his hand planted another slap to her ass. He painted light scratches down her back as he approached his orgasm, only minutes before he filled her to the brim again with his warm--

“Y/n?” Isaac asks, his lips curled in amusement. She blinks, feeling her face begin to burn.

“What- I’m so sorry my brain must’ve just switched off there.” She smiles awkwardly, her confession causing the boys to laugh.

“Wow y/n honestly, we invite you on with the kindness of our hearts,” Arthur reprimands jokingly as y/n hides her face behind her hands, “and you just ignore us!”

“So rude, that’s an ick right there.” Isaac chimes in with a grin as y/n continues chortling in embarrassment, turning redder.

“Hm, maybe your yapping was such an ick that her brain short-circuited Bach.” Arthur smirks.

“I’m sorry guys, I promise I have your full attention now.” She assures them, sitting up straighter.

“Out of curiosity, what were you thinking about?” Arthur asks sincerely, being sure to keep his tone platonic.

“Oh, something Bach said made me think of something that happened this morning.” Y/n answers, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. Arthur quickly takes some water from his mug, trying his best to not show a reaction.

“What happened this morning?” Isaac asks with genuine intrigue, having fallen for the couple’s ‘normal’ behaviour.

“I can’t say, it was something personal.” Y/n giggles awkwardly, avoiding Arthur’s eyes at all costs. Arthur’s mood shifts ever so slightly for the rest of the recording, seeming quieter than usual as he’s reminded of their morning activities too. This allows Isaac to take the reins.

After a while, the topic of listing each other’s icks become the new segment of conversation, each of them listing an ick and discussing their thoughts on each one. Again the three are very careful not to shed light on y/n and Arthur’s relationship, so they keep as vague as possible on some of the icks mentioned.

“Another one for me is when someone doesn’t like animals.” Y/n states, shaking her head in feigned disgust.

“I agree with you there.” Arthur adds, having regained his composure by this point. “I don’t get how someone can dislike any animal.”

“Well there are venomous ones out there and ones that attack humans.” Isaac guesses with a small shrug.

“Yeah, dangerous ones, that's fair enough. But I’m thinking more like domestic animals; dogs, cats, rabbits, etcetera,” Y/n confirms.

Isaac then brings up people who are rude to waiters as an ick, which sparks a whole conversation of people the three have met who do this. They finish the podcast with reading the viewers’ stories of their own icks, some of the anecdotes are ridiculous and make for great talking points. The recording session finishes without a hitch.

As everyone is preparing to leave y/n talks to the crew to introduce herself a bit more and to congratulate them on their usual good work, while in the corner of her eye she sees Isaac pat Arthur on the back sweetly.

Arthur then slips away for the toilet, being sure to tell y/n through text as to not disrupt her conversation. She leaves the staff to their close-down procedures as Isaac approaches her.

“You know, he’s really happy with you.” He says quietly with a beaming smile. “It’s really nice to see. I don’t think it can be picked up on camera, but he really does light up more when you’re around.” Y/n is taken aback by the sweet words.

“Thank you… Bach? Isaac? That’s so sweet.” She chuckles awkwardly.

“Isaac’s fine. People usually only call me Bach on camera.” He assures her as he puts on his jacket. “But thanks for looking after him. I will kill you if you break his heart though.” The pair break out into laughter as Arthur returns. They all leave the building together but Isaac heads off to meet Liv.

2 MONTHS + 13 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n frowns as she scrolls through TikTok, having stopped on a glambyflo video where she's dressed up all fancy. She enjoys the video and gives it a like, opening the comments to compliment Flo when she sees the top voted comment:

‘Are you and Arthur Tv together?’

Followed by loads of likes and replies. The replies were a variety, some saying they live together, some saying they’d make a sweet couple, then there's one of someone pointing out that Flo wore one of Arthur’s hoodies in an instagram post. Y/n trusts Arthur 100%, and she knows what shippers are like and has experienced them herself, but something about that comment gets to her.

She continues reading through the thread of replies when the same girl pointed out the date of the instagram post in question as proof. Y/n tells herself that she’s being silly, and yet, there she is looking through Flo’s instagram and finding said post. Seeing said hoodie. It is one of Arthur’s. It deeply bothers y/n that she herself has worn that exact hoodie. Her boyfriend’s hoodie.

She darts back to the comments on Flo’s TikTok video and there’s more separate comments about Flo and Arthur being a couple. Some people were replying saying that Arthur is clearly into y/n, but others replied comparing the girls. It starts making y/n feel queasy, she leaves the sweet comment for Flo and closes the app down. She lays back in Arthur’s bed keeps herself calm as she waits for Arthur to come out of the shower, probably his last shower in that shared flat.

When he enters his room, a cloud of steam following him like he’s a literal god, he immediately notices the look on y/n’s face. “Darling, are you OK?” He asks, softly sitting next to her on the bed and putting his warm damp hand on hers.

“I’m fine Arth, just read some comments on TikTok that rubbed me the wrong way.” She knows she can be honest with Arthur about anything. She looks at him sweetly and sits up, turning to face him.

“What comments? Nothing about you though, right?” Arthur’s face is laced with concern as he gives her knee a squeeze, his heart dropping in his chest at the thought of someone writing mean comments about her.

“Sort of, mostly people talking about you and Flo, some about me.” Y/n chuckles awkwardly, as she plays with her fingernails to avoid eye contact.

“People have shipped me a Flo for years, but she’s like a little sister to me. Literally, I’ve known her since she was a teenager.” His reassurance is heartwarming, but he can still sense the unease.

“The comments aren’t just shipping you two though, they think you are actually dating…” Y/n trails off slightly, feeling stupid for talking about it, “And they’re comparing us girls, which I just hate. I know it’s the internet and people can be dicks, but it’s not fair on either of us girls.”

“Oh, y/n. I’m sorry. Comments can really be shit sometimes, as you know. But people jump to conclusions all the time.” Arthur replies soothingly, pulling her into a hug.

“Their so-called evidence is that Flo’s worn a hoodie like yours before.” Y/n half laughs, taking a huge sigh.

Arthur pulls away to look y/n in the eyes. “I know the one you mean, she accidentally took it while I was in my room filming. I think she saw it on the sofa once and assumed it was one she has that's similar,” he explains, “I remember when I saw her wearing it, I pointed it out and she apologised profusely. I said she may as well keep it on as she’d got her make up around the neck, and to just throw it in the laundry basket when she next gets changed.” Arthur’s hand cups y/n's jaw, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her cheek.

“That makes total sense.” Y/n smiles.

“I’m sorry though, speculation is one of the worst parts of putting yourself out there. And you know if you deny it, they just accuse you even more.” Arthur holds her hand again softly.

“Yeah definitely.” Y/n sighs again, feeling embarrassed that she’d even let the comments bug her that much in the first place.

“But I do appreciate you telling me how you feel, you know you never need to hide things like that from me.” Arthur pulls her in for another hug, before standing and getting changed into sweats.

“Also, I told Flo to take the photo down at the time and she said no and accused me of being jealous because ‘she wore it better’.” He chuckles, y/n sniggers too. “I told you, she’s like a little sister. Her and Darcy literally remind me of my sisters.”

1 MONTHS + 24 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The podcast episode has been released. Y/n sits on her bed watching the video on her phone. It’s the first time in ages that she hasn’t woken up next to Arthur, but he’s been busy filming videos following his move. Y/n needs her Arthur fix, so the video going live was perfect.

She chuckles when she spots the moment Arthur thinks about their morning fun that day and how silent he goes, but is proud at how stoic he managed to look at the same time. When the video ends, y/n scrolls down to the comments. She laughs as she clicks on the specific timestamps and reads what the viewers had to say about those moments, and her heart melts at the sweet comments about her and Arthur, including speculations about their behaviour.

Commenter1: They’re trying too hard to look like just friends lmao

Commenter2: They’re not flirting but their eyes show it all ↳ Commenter3: either that or they fucked and now the built up tension is gone lol

Commenter4: The way their icks show more proof they’re made for each other

But then she spots a few comments she definitely wasn’t expecting: people shipping her with Bach?

“What?” She mutters to herself, so confused.

Commenter5: Anyone noticed that Bach and y/n seem to really hit it off?

Commenter6: y/n n bach really bounce off each other…… Maybe because they’re just good friends but still 🤨 ↳ Commenter7: I won’t stand for any #y/ntv denial.

Commenter8: y/nbach or italiany/n? Either way sounds good

Commenter9: can’t wait for the soft launch of y/n and Isaac ↳ Commenter10: writing this about someone’s boyfriend is insane btw ↳ Commenter11: second this. they're just talking more because Arthur went non verbal

There’s a lot more like that coming in as she scrolls, and she feels incredibly guilty as she reads each of these comments. She’d only recently been on a double date with Arthur, Isaac, and Liv. She begins feeling anxious about her friendship with the couple being ruined, especially with the cinema date she has planned with Arthur.

Arthur turns up to her place a couple of hours later, where y/n kept herself distracted with getting ready and doing housework. They’re heading to the cinema then back at his flat again, as it’s slightly closer. He’s chirpy as he runs from the door to his girlfriend and gives her a spinning hug.

“I hope you don’t mind love, but I invited Isaac and Liv to to join us for the film.” He beams. Y/n’s mind fills with dread.

“Oh, OK. That’s cool.” Y/n replies, trying to sound calm and collected.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Arthur asks in a fake bossy tone. “Is it the comments on the pod?” Y/n’s hands snap to her mouth as she feels her cheeks turn rosy. She only nods as she struggles to keep eye contact, the thoughts of an awkward cinema double date flooding her brain.

Arthur chuckles as he takes a seat in her lounge area. “Don’t be so silly, people comment that rubbish all the time. They have no clue what they’re talking about, well, except the ones who were right about us.” He shoots her a wink as she sits beside him with a creeping smile.

“I feel bad for Liv, I’ve never seen anyone ship Isaac with someone before.” Y/n sighs.

“I haven’t either, but plenty of women thirst over him on her TikTok videos, so I’m sure she can handle this.” Arthur replies reassuringly. “C’mon, we’ve got a scary film to watch.”

The pair spot Isaac and Liv while they wait outside, all giving hugs to each other. Liv is sweet but quiet as always, given that she and y/n haven’t hung out enough times yet. Y/n worries that it’s because of the comments. They head inside and wait in line to buy their tickets and snacks. While Arthur and Isaac yap, y/n takes a deep breath and apologises to Liv. “I don’t know how much you read on Bach- Isaac’s stuff, but I’m sorry if the comments on our podcast episode made you uncomfortable.”

Liv gestures towards y/n as if to swat her anxious thoughts away. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ve spent years reading weird comments about him. They don’t phase me anymore.” She sniggers.

“Oh thank god!” Y/n replies, “I was so worried they’d upset you.” Liv just laughs and gives her another hug.

"I'd be more concerned, but you and Arthur give each other heart eyes 24/7." She smirks.

“Ah look Arthur, my two girlfriends hugging!” Isaac bellows, wrapping an arm around both of them, causing the girls to chortle.

“Yeeeah. You’re a divvy.” Arthur states with a grin, before gesturing to the counter. “And we’re being served.”

1 MONTH + 11 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

“Right so, I’m back with another anomaly game and I’m not alone this time,” Arthur sweetly tells the camera, “by popular demand, I’m with y/n to be my second pair of eyes.” Sitting in Bach's usual spot, y/n smiles and waves at the lens before opening her eyes wider and shifting them around jokingly. They’re still not publicly out as a couple yet, but their experiences of hosting videos should keep them subtle.

“This game is called 'Exit 8', where we’re trapped in a corridor of a train station until we successfully identify or ignore the anomalies.” Arthur explains as y/n nods her head, watching the man on screen walking towards the character.

“So how do we know if there’s an anomaly yet, is this a practice round?” Y/n asks Arthur. He narrows his eyes at the screen as he slowly walks the character down the corridor.

“Hmm, I don’t know… Maybe we should keep an eye on things for now in case the next loop is the official start.” Arthur carefully eyes up every detail in the area, pointing each thing out and deciding that he’ll keep an eye on the left hand side of the room and y/n will observe the right side for anomalies. As the character turns the corner, the love birds see the instructions written as a station sign and realise the game’s now officially starting.

The pair have a rocky start, missing 3 separate anomalies and restarting from zero each time. But on their fourth loop, y/n is first to successfully identify an anomaly. “Arthur! There’s a door missing, there’s usually three.” Arthur whips the character’s POV round to a blank spot on the wall.

“Oh! You’re right! How did I miss that?” Arthur exclaims, shifting his eyes up to the camera in surprise.

“Because it’s on my side, silly.” Y/n teases. Arthur turns the character round and heads back, as the rules state, and they start the second loop.

“I know, but still, such a big thing missing and I didn’t notice.” Arthur mumbles, pretending to sulk over not being the first to spot an anomaly. “Those eyes of yours are truly magnificent.” He adds without thinking, turning his head and gazing sweetly at his girlfriend.

“Whose, mine or this guy’s?” Y/n quickly asks, defusing any chance of viewers flipping out by referencing the NPC on screen. She avoids his eyes but watches him snap his head back to the game.

“Obviously this guy’s — OHH! He’s staring right at me!” Arthur screams before turning the character and running back.

“That’s so creepy!” Y/n chuckles, fighting the urge to cosy up to Arthur, unsure of any big scares that may come.

They get pretty far into the game, having been recording for just over 35 minutes, reaching level 7. “One more level to go and we’re done.” Arthur states to the camera, conveying the seriousness of the in-game situation. The pair make a point to double check both of their ‘sides’.

“Arthur, stop a sec.” Y/n instructs, her eyes locked on the screen. “Look at that middle door and take a few steps right.” Arthur does as she says. The second door is slightly open with a still smiling woman looking directly at the player. “Oh my god that’s terrifying!” Y/n bellows as she shivers, instinctively moving her body closer to Arthur, before playing it off by faking another shiver and sitting back in her original position. Arthur is equally freaked out, his mouth hanging open as he turns the character around.

“So, so creepy.” He adds. As the character turns the corner slowly, he flips the POV back and yelps, purposefully startling y/n. She shrieks.

“Arthur! What the hell?!” She giggles nervously. “I nearly pissed on your lovely stool!”

Arthur laughs hard. “I’m sorry baby.” He replies softly, leaning back to kiss her just under her ear. They both freeze, starting at each other, then Arthur looks to his camera. He shakes his head and chuckles. “Looks like I’m editing this one myself!” Crisis averted.

They complete the game as normal and finish the video. Y/n helping Arthur unplug his recording equipment. “This might be a weird question Arth,” y/n begins, Arthur looking to her with an inquisitive hum, “but maybe it’s not so bad if your editors see us be affectionate. Maybe this can be used as a hard launch?”

Arthur pauses to think. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the world to know our beautiful little secret just yet.”

“OK, that’s fair enough.” Y/n slowly nods. Maybe he’s right. The pair haven’t dropped the L-bombs yet, so maybe any kind of launch is too soon. “It is kind of fun having this little secret.” She adds. While it’s true, she’d also love to be able to go out on dates, hold hands in public, and not have to tiptoe around her words and body language. However, she chooses not to push Arthur out of respect for his feelings.

17 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n finds herself yet again with the boys and Becky, filming another pub challenge for ChrisMD's channel. On one team is y/n, George, and Arthur Hill; with Arthur, Becky, and Chris on the other. They’d been playing pub bingo, all football themed, and had stopped at their third pub.

It’s rowdy, but luckily for the group it wasn’t because they’d been spotted, but because it's 6pm on a Friday. A group of drunk 20 or 30-something lads spot the cameras and join the group’s table, naturally. Chris kindly explains the video when one of the men recognise him specifically and asks for a photo. The crew continue filming, with the men's consent. One of the other men crouches down at the end of the table, where y/n and Becky are sitting opposite each other. The guy’s mate then joins behind him, squatting slightly. Both men are very intrigued by the girls.

The guy at the front looks at Becky, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My mate Dave here fancies you.” He states, gesturing his head back to his friend. Dave shooting her a nod. When Arthur’s done taking the photo of Chris and his fan, his attention shoots over to the girls, more importantly y/n. Just in time too, as the crouching guy then turns to her and eyes her up and down.

“Whereas I like the look of you. I’m Terry.” He reaches out his hand her way, which she hesitantly shakes politely.

“Charming!” She laughs, her tone half sarcastic and half friendly, hoping he’ll leave her alone. Arthur’s not even subtle with the daggers he’s staring at this Terry guy.

“You single?” He asks before taking a sip of his beer. He then leans in more towards y/n and her eyes widen slightly, leaning herself back. All the boys are keeping their eyes on these two men carefully now, while Becky is chatting to Dave in a more mutually friendly conversation. Arthur’s jaw clenches as he sees the discomfort on his girlfriend’s face, but feels powerless as he’s sat at the opposite end of the table with no quick way to step in. She’s in quite a predicament, being completely unaware that the cameras are all off now, she politely answers: “I’m not interested, sorry.”

Terry laughs before bellowing: “Learn to listen love, I asked if you were single, not if you’re interested.” Chris immediately puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder, as if to tell him not to react. Terry's loud choice of words catches Becky and Dave's attention too.

“Woah.” George coos, holding his hand up and in front of y/n, knowing Arthur is too far away to defuse the situation.

“I heard you, Terry, but whether I’m single or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.” Y/n awkwardly chuckles as she leans more towards George to feel safer, standing her ground whilst also trying not to anger the overstepping man.

Terry scoffs. “Now now, you don’t have to be a lippy slag about it.” He jabs, gesturing towards her angrily with his pint and spilling a bit of beer on her. Arthur immediately stands up, not evening thinking. Hill, who's sitting opposite him, also stands up, leaning over to get Arthur’s attention. Arthur ignores him as he stares harshly into the drunk’s eyes, Terry looking back at him in confusion.

“Leave it, Arthur, leave it.” Hill instructs to Arthur, but it falls on death ears. The crew taking more action too, one of them fetching the pub's security. Chris also stands, squeezing Arthur’s shoulder again while Becky naturally starts swearing at Terry.

“Now what’s his fucking problem?” Terry asks, aggressively pointing his finger towards Arthur with his free hand while his mate Dave tries pulling him away.

“You, obviously.” Arthur replies firmly. Terry scoffs again, swaying slightly as his friend apologises on his behalf, but he's not budging. George instinctively puts his arm around y/n and pulls her even closer to him while she dabs at the spillage on her lap.

Becky slides off her bench, with a male filming crew member at her side, they step round Dave and Terry and she rushes to y/n. “George, take us to the toilets.” She whispers quick. He and Arthur share a nod as the three head to the ladies’ room, George of course planning on waiting outside. Just as y/n leaves the table, Terry reaches out towards her ass, but misses luckily.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Y/n hears Arthur shout from behind her, but her legs don’t stop rushing towards the toilets.

“Ignore it, we’ll sort it.” George states as he stands to the side of the door. He watches on as the bar staff ask the drunken man and his group to leave, while respectfully asking the YouTubers to keep their language and voices down for the rest of the night. Becky checks on y/n, who is just tipsy enough to not get too upset by the situation.

“He loves you, you know.” Becky smiles, lightening the mood. Y/n grins too, feeling giddy at how Arthur reacted now that the shock has died down.

“I’ve never seen him like that before.” Is all y/n can say, a mix of feelings rushing through her faster than the cocktail she had ordered.

“Me neither, but it’s nice to know he can protect you without being too daft about it, isn’t it?” Becky adds, y/n’s smile growing as she nods in agreement. As y/n wipes more of the beer off her with toilet roll, she gets a text from George informing her that the annoying guys have gone and the table has calmed down. They exit together and Arthur immediately darts their way.

“Y/n, are you OK?” His eyes are laced with concern as his hands slide up to her shoulders. Y/n shoots him a dopey smile.

“You’re my hero.”

—————

Arthur let’s y/n into his new flat, she lazily kicks her shoes off and drops her jacket and bag to the floor. They’d finished filming just fine. Chris had informed the group that he’ll do a voice over explaining a rough version of what happened in the pub, and their fun was thankfully not ruined in the end.

Y/n heads to the lounge area and flops on the sofa, as Arthur fetches the pair a glass of water each. He joins her and holds her hand gently in his. “I don’t wanna put a downer on the overall fun day we had, but that incident in the pub scared me today.” He says softly.

Y/n sits up and faces him more. “Sadly that’s what it’s like being a woman, some men are just like that.” She replies, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand soothingly.

“I know that and trust me, I hate it, but…” Arthur trails off a little as his tipsy mind puts together the words, “I felt awful, really bad. Like it’s my fault.”

Stilling her movements, y/n watches Arthur’s face as she waits for him to continue, feeling confused.

“Like, you couldn’t say you had a boyfriend because of, and I couldn’t swoop in and say ‘hey, that’s my girlfriend’.” He elaborates, guilt written all over his face.

“Arthur, the way you stood up to that weirdo tonight was perfect in this scenario. And the others did a great job at keeping me safe too, because you’re all good people.” Y/n coos.

“I guess I feel partly responsible for what happened today, because it's me who's hesitant to announce our relationship.” He adds.

“Arthur, no-"

“And it’s stupid because I’ve been putting it off until I found the perfect way to tell you how I feel about you.” He holds both of her hands tightly in his as he word-vomits, “That just when I thought I had met all the best people in my life, you showed up dressed in a bloody postman outfit and I was a damn dog. I honestly think it was love at first sight. I was... hooked from the moment you spoke to me. I gravitated towards you the way plants lean towards the sunlight.” His voice cracks as he forgets to control his pitch and volume.

Y/n’s eyes begin tearing up as she beams ear to ear. Arthur continues: “And I’m so proud to call you my girlfriend. It pains me sometimes to not be able to show affection to you whenever I want. I crave your touch as much as my lungs need oxygen. I just-“

“Arthur!”

He stops and takes a breath, realising how much he babbled. “Hm?”

“I love you too.”

He yanks her into an almost back-breaking hug. “You really do?” He asks quietly as he pulls away.

“Of course I do Arth!” She giggles as her eyes twinkle. He bows his head with glee and gives her another tight hug, while she calmly lists all the things she loves about him, before they accidentally fall asleep on the sofa.

16 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter startles her. Immediately feeling pressure on her body, she peers down to see Arthur laying against her, snoring lightly. "Baby," she whispers gently, giving his back a small tap. He snorts awake and looks up at his girlfriend, the morning sunlight near blinding him.

"Morning angel," He mumbles with a croaky voice, "oh, we slept out here. Oops." He sits up slowly and rubs his eyes as y/n stretches. Arthur kisses her cheek before going to refill a glass of water and turning on the kettle. Y/n follows him to grab her phone from the counter, it's a text from Becky asking if she's OK after what happened yesterday. Y/n pauses for a moment when the pub situation flashes in her head. That scary Terry, the way Arthur stood up for her, the rest of the filming being a success, Arthur's confession. Wait. Arthur's confession.

"You want a cuppa?" He asks sweetly. She looks up at him. Her hero, the man who loves her. She nods as a smile creeps up on her lips. She starts texting Becky back, saying Arthur dropped the L-bomb on her last night, but stops herself in case she's misremembering.

"Arth?" She starts, her voice breaking from the rowdy night before. He turns to her, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" She asks innocently enough and Arthur chuckles.

"The bad thing or the really really good thing?" Arthur questions in return. Aha.

"Wait, I wasn't dreaming?" Y/n replied with a huge grin.

Arthur laughs as he continues making their drinks. "It was a dream come true for me, but no, it wasn't a dream." He hands her a cup.

"You looooove me." She teases. Arthur's eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?" Arthur exclaims.

Y/n bursts into laughter. "Nice try, you bully."

Arthur sets his cup down. "That was a bit mean, wasn't it?" He chuckles as leans down and kisses her above her eyebrow. "Of course I love you, how could I not?"

4 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Feeling brave, the pair sit across from each other at Arthur's favourite fancy restaurant. He's been dying to take y/n there since the day they first met.

Arthur already knows his go-to while y/n eyes up the menu. "So, I was thinking of uploading our Exit 8 video next." He informs her, a soft smile across his face.

"Oh? You've finished editing?" Y/n asks, peeping up from the menu.

"Yes. All of it." He replies. His girlfriend nods with a sweet smile, then resumes looking for something to eat. "Y/n, all of it." Arthur clarifies, reaching across and placing his hand on hers. Y/n's wide eyes dart back up to him.

"All of it, like, all of it?" She questions, a grin spreading across her face as Arthur nods. "We're really doing this?" She adds.

"We really are." Arthur replies proudly.

30 MINUTES UNTIL NOW:

Side by side on y/n's sofa, they click on Arthur's Exit 8 video on her TV. It just went live, and they excitedly watch it together. Almost immediately, the spot exchanged glances neither were even aware of. "It's a good job this is happening because there's no way myself or any of my editors could've edited around those." Arthur points out gleefully.

"You would've had to scrap the whole video it seems." Y/n chuckles in response. Arthur peers down at y/n's genuine smile and wraps his arm around her, pulling her into him as they continue watching. They get to the moment where Arthur compliments y/n's eyes and they both giggle at how un-subtle it was. Then they get to the kiss on the cheek. Arthur left it unedited, no silly edits, just a raw sweet gesture.

"Tiktok's gonna explode." Y/n states with a grin. The video ends and Arthur scrolls down to the comment section and they take turns reading the comments out loud with pride.

Commenter1: A KISS????? "BABY"?????????? HELLO ↳ Commenter2: fr I'm about to crash out I KNEW IT

Commenter3: 6:23 the magnificent eyes comment omggggg ↳ Commenter3: wait. the kiss.....

Commenter4: y/ntv gang im too excited and impatient to do the whole video rn when's the kiss ↳ Commenter5: it's at 21:47 you won't miss it trust me 🥲 ↳ Commenter6: 21:28 its just a kiss on the cheek but its still so fcking cute!!!

NOW:

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A/n: God this took me AGES and I'm sorry 🫶🏻 ♥ TAGS: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @themdera @rougetv @essieswurld @darleneslane @beauty-nd-the-geek @3sriracha - Gabby xo

[seungfl0wer]

Ellooo, it’s me again hehe, Wat do u think skz fave position are? As always tysvm :3

- Sunny ☀️

*OT8 Favorite Positions*

Genre: Smut duh

Warnings: Gender Neutral, Chocking, Sex (duh), Spanking idk if there’s really anything else.

Listen- these are just perfect to me lol. I even looked at a site to find good ones I think they’d really like. (The Site) it’s not p0rn it just shows you them no real nudity tbh. Just there to show you if you need a visual. Anyways- I might expand on these at some point cause a few of these I’d really love to write ideas for 🤭

-🩵

Bangchan: “Doggy”

He for sure loves doggy style, this man loves hitting it from the back being able to push balls deep into you. Being able to pull your hair, grab your throat or smack your ass. Another favorite is leaning himself down wrapping his arms around you just humping you like some feral dog. And can you imagine dom!chan “All 4s now” putting a leash or some shit on you!? Drooling

Lee know: “Reverse Cowgirl”

Ass man just wants to see it jiggle as you ride him. Perfect position to see his cock disappear in an out of you. Perfect view of your ass that he’s always touching. He’s either smacking it, rubbing it or got his nails in it. He’d have you cock warm him while watching something then just sit back and have you move for him. And when you’re not doing it fast enough or how he wants he’ll dig his nails into your hips pulling you down to take all of him.

Changbin: “Yourself on the shelf”

Basically just you up in the air while he either holds you or has you against the wall. He loves showing off his strength and he swears by this. Wanting nothing more to have you positioned in the air doing all the work to make you feel good. Would in fact be one of his favorite quickie ones too. Horny at work? Yall locking the door and doing this. He’ll find any excuse to too not that your complaining.

Hyunjin: “Face off”

I’m a firm believer of hyunjin loving you riding him. Kinda like the cowgirl. This one in particular is so intimate though. Holding onto you head in your chest as you ride him. Letting out all kinds of sounds feeling the closeness. Hands are free to roam your body feeling every inch of you. Being able watch your face in pleasure. He probably also really likes making out during sex so this position helps with that as well.

Han: “69”

I feel like Han has an oral fixation idk man, he loves going down on you making you squirm from his tongue or having you go down on him pushing your head down on his cock. So why not do both? The whines he that vibrate against your heat just- and the way his body just shudder as you take him all in. Be warned though in this position there’s no pull out game. He’s 100% cumming in your mouth cause he can’t bare to pull out or even notice how close his high is.

Felix: “Spoon”

Being the big spoon cuddling up to you, arms wrapped around you as he thrusts into you. This man would absolutely love the physical intimacy of it. Being able to just put his head into the crook of your neck and leave little marks. He’d whisper all sorts of things in your ear as he fuck you playing with your sensitive areas. “Y/n you feel so good taking it so well.” Definitely would be the type to burry his cock deep as he came and go “let’s just stay like this for a while” while you feel him just twitching inside you. I need to write this-

Seungmin: “standing wheelbarrow”

Kinda sorta like doggy but you’re bent over ass in the air legs wrapped around him as he holds your body up. He just like Lino loves seeing your ass just giggle. Being able to smack it as much as he wants. This is a position I think he does when he really needs to fuck you senseless. Like coming home from work just having a touch day and just wants to bed you over and take out his frustration that he always lets build up. He’s gonna bruise your ass with his snacks as he’s cumming deep. There would definitely be at least another round after this.

Jeongin: *Missionary*

Before yall say anything lemme explain. This is such a soft position. He loves being able to see your face as he pounds into you. All the pleasure that’s caused by him. Being able to wrap those beautiful fingers around your throat, play with your chest, and your sensitive areas all while still being able to pound into you? Sounds perfect to me. It’s also just so intimate to him, if he’s feeling shy she’s definitely blushing as he fucking you holding your hands tightly dropping down to put his head into the crook of your neck.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[y0ur-lovrr]

Hiiii this is my first request so im sry if this is not enough but can you do banda or yaba i love them with a reader that is like dazai this is inspired by what i saw in tumblur and i just was so obsessed with that idea so if you can pls do it tho ofcourse you can not do it!

—Secret alliances

A/n; I’m sorry this is pretty bad imo, but I had no idea who Dazai was and tried to do what I saw on TikTok, so it’s most likely so out of character! 😓

Pairing; Sunato Banda x Reader

—“let’s take a looksy.!” Your voice says in a sing song voice, acting to nonchalant and calm as if you couldn’t basically kill him right now..but you wouldn’t do that, since you’re allies.

Banda just hums quietly, patiently standing there as you lean back to get a look at the back of his collar, grabbing a small handful of his dark locks and moving out of the collars way, ignoring his small grunt in retaliation.

“…and you’re a club.” You hum as you tap the back of his collar to signify your point before letting go of his hair, not waiting for a reply before you turn around, already tugging some of your hair away from the collars way.

Banda huffs quietly in an amused tone, finding it quite amusing how you were always calm and playful, even though you could die at any second-even with how smart you were.

“You’re a heart.” He says simply, copying you and tapping the back of your collar before you turn around to face him again.

“Okay…so that settles another round then?” You muse, showing of that small and Cheshire Cat like grin of yours that he had come so used to over the past few games he’s played with you, including this one-it was as if luck was on his side, really, no matter what game it was, you both would somehow meet up again.

“That it does, and I have a feeling the game will end soon.” He huffs casually with a shrug of his shoulders, noting how empty the asylum looked with how many people have gotten eliminated.

You scoff quietly under your breath-almost as if you were disappointed, or maybe even bored. “That’s disappointing..but thanks to the other guy we secured our guess on who the Jack is.”

“Mhm…speaking off, I’m sure our teammates are probably looking for us now. Can’t let the alliance out yet, can we?” He mumbles with a small smirk, watching as you roll your eyes, but agreeing anyway.

“I guess…you’re dinner to hang out with than chishiya…you actually put up with me and entertain me.”

You huff out, being a little dramatic about it, even though it wasn’t a big deal-but he just quietly chuckles in amusement, finding the thought of you being bored of chishiya.

After saying a few more things, you both decide it’s time to split up and go back to your reluctant partners, you giving him a playful wink as you walk away and head towards the area chishiya was at, while he makes his way back to matsushita.

—“I had a feeling it was you.” Chishiya draws out casually as he walks out from him room, catching matsushita by surprise as he stops laughing, realizing that he’s been figured out.

Before he can sputter out another word, Banda also steps out from a room, hands casually shoved into his pockets, a slight smirk on his face. “Not a lot of people team up with someone like me, you kind of walked right into this.” Banda sighs, amused at the whole ordeal, along with chishiya as he lightly huffs.

“You didn’t even realize that he was acting like he was under your control, he manipulated you in the long run.”

And then there’s more footsteps, you walking out from behind a corner, still alive as well, much to matsushita’s disappointment-he’s had it out for specifically since the beginning.

“Oh, there’s more of use left than I thought there would be..and you didn’t manage to get me out like you wanted to, huh? So sad.”

You mumble out with a feigned pout, but it quickly drops as you see Banda, immediately attaching yourself to his side, almost like a dog as Banda would describe it. Chishiya raises an eyebrow slightly at you going towards Banda instead, but he quickly understands what’s happening, and he can’t say he surprised, so he decides not to mention it.

“Wait no-it’s not me!—“ matsushita tries to sputter out, only to be interrupted by you scoffing, looking at him like he was stupid, watching the realization of that his partner was working with you the entire time, and that he had basically lost.

Banda and Yaba decided to have some fun with him, trapping him in his room and deciding to make some answer about the borderlands come out of him…despite knowing that matsushita would probably fold rather quickly.

And to no one’s surprise, you turn and follow after Banda, staying by his side as yaba stays on his other-you weren’t gonna go with chishiya of all people..and he may have already left the building, so it was too late for you to follow him.

More fun for you and Banda, right?

[tracksuitponytail]

These fics made March 2025 so much sweeter. A huge thank you to all the writers and podfic creators in this fandom <3

🪻 And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint [E, 158k, fake relationship]

Take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

🪻 Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie [E, 25k, sugar baby/daddy, soulmates]

Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

Louis isn’t waiting with bated breath for his soulmate either. He has more important things to worry about than love. Mainly, his career as a writer, publishing under a pseudonym. He spends most of the year buried under research and manuscripts, taking as much time as he would like, much to his publishers' chagrin. After receiving many millions after the death of his Aunt Ethel when he was young, he technically never has to work again. As far as soulmates go, he figures if it happens, he will be so old that he’ll be stuck in his ways. Or he’ll have grey eyes forever, he doesn’t fucking care. He can get his needs met through a sugar baby website.

🪻 saddle up by @eleadore [E, 2.6k, established relationship]

Harry likes to ride and Louis definitely isn't jealous of a mechanical bull.

🪻Half a World Away by @silverstuff50 [E, 9k, omegaverse]

Bothy: A bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. It was also a term for basic accommodation, usually for gardeners or other workers on an estate. Bothies are found in remote mountainous areas of Scotland, Northern England, Ulster and Wales. They are particularly common in the Scottish Highlands, but related buildings can be found around the world (for example, in the Nordic countries, there are wilderness huts).

🪻Red by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 4k, exes to lovers, song fic]

Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone. But when the pain is too much to handle on his own, he calls the one person who understands how this feels.

Inspired by Red (Taylor's Version).

🪻Habits by dead_tobeginwith / @dedtobeginwith [NR, 1.7k, monastery au]

Sex, food, friends, and growing things—vignettes of a simple little monastic life, because our bodies are ours to enjoy, now and always.

🪻Only by @allwaswell16 [E, 33k, soulmates au]

Although Louis Tomlinson lived most of his life on the most remote island in the world, now he’s ready to leave home, attend university, and maybe have a chance at finding his soulmate. Prince Harry Styles reluctantly leaves London for yet another diplomatic visit, this time to the tiny island of Tristan da Cunha.

Or the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

* podfics available *

🪻 (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 3k, accidental coming out]

🎧 podfic via @podfic-pals

It starts with a phone call from Liam.

“Lou,” it sounds urgent, the way that Liam gets when he’s worried, and Louis sits up straighter, conditioned to that tone even when he had hated it the first few years in the band.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brain immediately trying to play catch up, wondering where his keys are and if he can get away with leaving the house without a shower, because it doesn’t matter how long it’s been, it doesn’t matter how much physical distance there is between them, if any of his boys call and need him he’ll be there in a heartbeat. Or as soon as he can, at least.

“Did you mean to post that to your public account?”

🪻 through the jungle through the dark by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 12k, ex-friends to lovers]

🎧 podfic read by the author

Louis and Harry were best friends, until they weren’t. Five years after they last spoke they’re forced to drive cross-country to visit an injured friend. If they can’t get over the past, it will be a very long week together.

🪻 I'll Still Feel the Same Around You by @crinkle-eyed-boo [E, 2k, masturbation]

🎧 podfic read by PodBee

Louis finds the cure for his insomnia in the form of his husband.

🪻 Putting it in! by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou, BringMeADream / @whatagreatproblemtohave and chaotic_bells / @chaotic-bells [T, 2.9k, crack fic]

🎧 podfic via @podfic-pals

Liam has problems controlling his length, Louis has problems controlling his tongue, Harry is very protective over Louis' balls and Niall? Niall just really wants to have a foursome at the golf course.

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[libellule-ao3]

Hey,

I really like your Ominis' NSFW Alphabet. Can I request one for Sebastian?

Hello,

I had some random HCs about Sebastian in a file. Your request prompted me to organise them a bit. So thank you. 🙏💖

I hope you will like them.

As always, I hope you will forgive any potential language mistakes.

NSFW Alphabet | Sebastian Sallow 🔞

⚠️Sexually explicit content | 🔞 | Smut | HC |2,5k words

Summary: Some of my smutty HC about Sebastian Sallow, collected under the "NSFW alphabet" template.

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Other NSFW alphabets: Ominis Gaunt, Dark!Ominis

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sebastian can fuck you relentlessly, make you scream his name, and push you over the edge, but afterwards, he remains extremely attentive. He holds you close, kisses you softly, whispers praise, and caresses you slowly while you catch your breath. Sometimes, he murmurs how much you mean to him, as if afraid to lose you like he lost his family. He may also massage your tired muscles, apply soothing lotion to areas reddened by blows or bites, and make sure you’re well hydrated. His need to protect and care for you is almost obsessive. He loves to see you relaxed, exhausted, and satisfied, so he’ll shower you with kisses, sometimes until you’re ready for another round.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sebastian is particularly proud of his hands, which are just as good at wielding a wand as they are at making you come. He loves their versatility: caressing you tenderly, spanking you hard, penetrating you deeply, pinching your nipples, all to play with your pleasure. He also loves to feel the vibrations of your moans under his palm as he grabs you by the throat, controlling your breathing and arousal.

As for your body, he’s obsessed with your bottom. He loves to touch it discreetly as he walks past you, grab it firmly or slap it as he takes you from behind or as you ride him, or simply caress it as you lie against him. What’s more, nothing turns him on more than seeing your bottom redden under his strokes or bounce up and down with every thrust.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sebastian prefers to cum inside you, deep inside, to mark his territory in the most intimate way possible. The sensation of your walls contracting around him as he pours himself into you is incomparable. But if you want him to cum elsewhere, he also loves to watch you on your knees, mouth wide open, tongue outstretched to receive every drop, or see your body splattered with his cum, especially on your breasts or face. It awakens a primal instinct in him, a pride in seeing you marked by him in this way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’ll never admit it openly, but the idea of fucking you in a public place, where anyone could catch you in the act, excites him to no end. The thrill of the forbidden, combined with the fear of being caught, increases his desire tenfold. He fantasises about taking you against a wall in a corridor, an empty classroom, or a dark alley. He also dreams of discreetly caressing you under the table, without anyone knowing, leaving you unable to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he’s giving you.

Finally, he often imagines screwing you so hard that you can hardly walk afterwards, and that everyone can tell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to what you might think, he didn’t have much experience before you. Sebastian's life was entirely governed by his quest to save Anne, his obsession with dark magic, and the scars left by Solomon's death, Anne's rejection, and Ominis' estrangement. Burdened by so much suffering, he never had the time or emotional space to think about romance or physical pleasure before you. However, his natural curiosity and passion for learning have enabled him to be an attentive lover, experimenting and honing his skills to find out what makes you tick. So, his fingers, his tongue, his cock—he tested everything on you to understand how to make you come repeatedly.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Sebastian loves to possess you in doggy-style. He loves to see you on all fours, arched over, exposed to him. One of his greatest pleasures is to grab your hips firmly and pull you against him, sinking deep into you again and again. He relishes the way your body trembles under the impact of his thrusts. But what he loves most of all is wrapping your hair around his fist, pulling it back to force you to lift your head, all the while whispering obscene words in your ear. The total control he has over you in this position excites him like never. He never gets tired of your buttocks slamming against him, the sound of your bodies colliding and your muffled moans.

Then he loves it when you ride him. Seeing your body move on top of him, your tits bouncing with every movement, drives him absolutely crazy. He watches you rub up against him, guiding you up and down his cock, adjusting the angle to get to the places that make you scream. He loves the way you think you’re holding the reins, when he always ends up gripping you by the hips to go faster, harder, until you’re both overwhelmed with pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Even though he’s often intense and serious during sex, Sebastian has a mischievous side that also comes out when he’s intimate. He can’t help teasing you. He laughs softly when you become impatient, or when you beg him to go faster. He may also tickle you or tell a joke at the worst possible moment just to throw you off balance a little before fucking you even harder.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sebastian doesn’t really have strict rules about this. He keeps his private hair neat, but doesn’t touch the hair on his chest, or the fine line of hair that runs from his navel to his bush. Also, he doesn’t care whether or not you’re waxed. As long as he can lick you, fuck you, and make you come, he’s perfectly happy. However, he does like to grab your hair during the act, pulling it slightly to force you to tilt your head, exposing your neck to his possessive kisses and bites. And he loves it when your hands grip his as he eats you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

Sebastian loves to see you vulnerable, especially when you’re under him, breathless and trembling with pleasure. He likes to whisper dirty words in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you, just to feel your body react to his every word. Even in his most brutal moments, he still looks at you with that all-consuming desire that shows you mean the world to him.

J = Jack off (HC masturbation)

Sebastian has no problem with pleasuring himself when you’re not around, especially if he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He may even let his mind wander to the intimate moments you’ve shared to increase his pleasure (your lips around his cock, for example, or your throbbing pussy as he impales you against a wall). When he’s particularly excited, he may even masturbate in front of you, enjoying watching you become eager and aroused as you watch him pleasure himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sebastian loves to dominate. He loves rough sex, making you bend under him, seeing you on your knees sucking him off while he controls the pace and depth by grabbing your hair. He loves that you’re totally at his mercy, whether it’s through handcuffs or orders. But he also likes the idea of a brief resistance, forcing you to give in to him, and the moment you let go makes him even harder.

Sebastian has a strong breeding kink. The idea of filling you up and knowing he could get you pregnant drives him mad. He gains a primal satisfaction from the thought of you carrying his child, especially after everything he’s lost. It’s not just about marking you as his, but more about creating something permanent, a family—something he’s craved ever since losing his parents and Anne.

The way your body changes during pregnancy only intensifies his desire. He finds you even more irresistible, the sight of your round belly, where his baby is growing, exciting him beyond reason. He loves being the one to satisfy all your needs while you’re vulnerable, taking special care to ensure your comfort but never holding back on intensity. During sex, he loves trying new positions that suit your changing body, and Sebastian can spend hours worshipping your pregnant form, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

He also has a weakness for role-playing games, especially those where he can reverse the dynamic and explore scenarios where one of you is in a position of weakness or submission.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

As much as he enjoys the safety of your bedroom, Sebastian can find carnal pleasure in unexpected places. Whether it’s in an empty classroom, against a tree in the Forbidden Forest, or even in a cramped bathtub, every place has its charm as long as he can hear you moan his name without restraint.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything about you is a source of motivation for Sebastian. Your perfume, the way you run your tongue over your lips, the subtle movement of your hips, it all drives him crazy. But what probably turns him on the most is when you turn into a naughty girl. He loves the defiant look in your eyes when you try to take control, or when you provoke him, knowing full well he’ll punish you for it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He likes to push your buttons, but respects your limits. He’s a possessive guy who doesn’t like anyone else intruding on your intimate moments, either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sebastian is as talented with his mouth as he is with his hands. He’s obsessed with making you come using his tongue. He loves to hear you moan under the deft movements of his mouth, watching you writhe in pleasure as he licks you relentlessly. Of course, receiving oral pleasure is just as enjoyable, especially when he sees how much you love having it in your mouth, your eyes gazing into his as he reaches down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sebastian is an intense and passionate lover, often preferring a fast and determined pace, as his desire could wait no longer. That said, he knows how to adapt to your needs, slowing down if he senses you want something gentler.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sebastian loves quickies, especially when the urge is too strong. He won’t hesitate to shag you quickly in a dark corner or a broom cupboard, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans as he penetrates you with brutal urgency, reaching orgasm in a matter of minutes before you go back to business as usual.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sebastian loves risk. Whether it’s trying new things or pushing the boundaries of what’s socially acceptable, he loves exploring with you. For him, sex is as much about pleasure as it is about challenge, and he loves pushing the boundaries with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sebastian is tireless, capable of satisfying you several times in one night! Even after he’s released, he’s often ready for another round after a brief rest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sebastian is open to using toys to increase the intensity of your sessions. He likes to use enchantments on you, placing his vibrating wand of magic against your clitoris as he penetrates you, or using it to torture you during foreplay. Ties, light whips, and even gags are also among the accessories he uses.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

If you’ve been a bad girl or provoked him, Sebastian can be terribly unfair, loving to torture you slowly, make you beg and cry in frustration. He often does edging, bringing you close to orgasm several times, then depriving you of your pleasure just before you explode, until you’re a desperate wreck, begging for release.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sebastian is quite vocal, groaning and grunting with every move. When he’s close to orgasm, his moans become hoarse. But his favourite part is hearing your screams, moans, and every sound that escapes your mouth. He wants you to be loud, to let everyone know how much he’s driving you crazy.

W = Wild card (a random HCs)

-Sebastian likes to surprise you. Whether it’s initiating an unscheduled session in an unlikely location, using a prop you weren’t expecting, or dominating you in a new way, he always likes to maintain an element of mystery and surprise. For example, he might walk into the room, pin you up against a wall and fuck you without warning, or wake you up by eating or fucking you, just to see your face overcome with pleasure as you wake up. He also knows you like it when he loses control, and sometimes he lets you dominate him and do what you want with him.

-When Sebastian is overwhelmed by anger or frustration, especially due to memories of Anne or the guilt of having killed his uncle, he sometimes turns to sex as an outlet. In those moments, he is more intense, even bordering on brutal, but always in control of his actions. Afterwards, he becomes extremely tender, almost guilty for having let himself go, but also deeply grateful that you're there to soothe him and that you accept him, even with his darker sides.

-One of the consequences of the losses he has suffered is that he becomes very possessive. He likes to mark his territory on your body, whether with bites, scratches, or ensuring you bear the marks of your sessions the next day. He needs to know that you belong to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sebastian is slim and toned, with skin covered in freckles, more concentrated in areas that are often exposed to the sun. He also has a few scars, left over from duels and training sessions. He’s not particularly imposing, but he has charisma to spare, with an intensity in his gaze that melts you completely. Down below, he’s well proportioned, with a tail of average length but thicker so you can feel every movement and pulse. He loves to see how your body reacts when he penetrates you, to feel your drenched walls stretch around him. It’s an attribute he’s proud of because he knows exactly how to use it to get you where he wants you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sebastian has an uncontrollable libido, especially with you. Sometimes he’s so obsessed with making love to you he can’t concentrate on anything else until that need is met. He wants you constantly, and his body reacts to the slightest of your provocative gestures. Even a simple smile or caress can make him hard, and he’s often ready for action at the first opportunity. Also, he’s not afraid to express his desire for you, even in inappropriate situations. He’s sometimes amused to see you embarrassed, knowing full well that he’ll get what he wants in the end.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sebastian can be exhausted after sex, especially if you’ve spent most of the night making each other come. But he refuses to go to sleep unless you’re satisfied. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, that you’ve got everything you need before finally drifting off to sleep, often with you snuggled up against him, his hand still possessive over your body.

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Happy Birthday, Zoro

Synopsis: Zoro wasn't much for birthday's until he met you.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Genre: fluffy, friends to lovers, (Zoro and Doc)

Words: 2.5K

A/N: I had to write something for the birthday boy before the day is over. It is probably the shortest thing I've written in a hot minute, but I hope it is still enjoyable. Much love, Jenn.

He’d let it slip one night while you’d all been celebrating Nami’s birthday. Of course, she’d asked for fireworks and pretty gifts. She’d also asked to play poker, but that was something you and the rest of the crew weren’t willing to talk about. 

There was no way someone won every single time. 

Cheating aside, the one thing that Zoro could agree on was the booze. You’d both been sent out to pick it up. Who better than the resident alcoholic on the ship to know what a good brand was? 

What you hadn’t expected was for him to basically pull you out of your reading nook in the galley. You could still feel the way his fingers had snaked around to grip the inside of your arm. Two seconds later, he was lifting you up and out of your spot with your book almost fumbling to the floor. 

“Zoro-“

“Come on, Doc, you're coming with me.”

“You could’ve asked!” You huffed. 

You were well aware that Zoro was still holding onto your arm. You were also well aware that he was much closer than usual making it hard for you to remember that you were mad at him. Big mad because you were just getting to the good part in your book. 

“I am asking.”

Gods. He said it like a fact. His face was as smooth as stone and unblinking.

This was your Zoro. Master of having zero tact. 

“Asking is with words, you ass.”

“Yeah, I don’t do that.”

“I’ve noticed.”

And with that, he took it as you conceded to go with him into town. In part, it was probably for the best. Zoro’s people skills were nonexistent and you and Sanji frequently had to apologize for him. 

While the trip to town was enjoyable, what made it the best was the way Zoro changed around you. It wasn’t an astronomical change. He didn’t talk a whole lot more or say fewer things that reminded you he was an asshole (but he was your asshole so…) or be less broody. What he did was smile more. 

They ranged from the small smirks he did when you were talking. Your animated hand movements with every other word as you weave a deep story for him or an excessive explanation on why using chopsticks for hair pins was an ingenious idea. You wondered if Zoro himself even realized he was doing it. But your all-time favorite? 

It was when he smiled brighter than any star in the sky. His entire face lit up and chased back all the broody darkness he usually wore like armor. So, while you were upset to be torn from your book, you knew you would much rather be here in town with him. 

When you arrived at the store Zoro immediately asked for samples. Two of everything. You thought he meant for himself, but felt complete terror widen your eyes when he slid one over to your place beside him at the bar. The only response you got was a raised brow and a smirk he quickly covered with the edge of his glass. 

“What? Can steal a man’s glass from a dinner table but not an offered one?”

“Excuse me. I only did that because I knew you wanted it.”

“Hmmm. So, if I vocally say I don’t want you to drink with me, you’ll drink?”

You took a sniff of the amber liquid poured into the glass and felt your eyebrows curl up in retreat. 

“This smells like regret,” you informed him with your eyes looking over the rim of the glass at his very striking figure. 

This man was insane if he thought you were going to drink with him. You had no control over your mouth once you had one glass too many and you weren’t sure you could take responsibility for whatever your hands may, or may not, do. Especially since he was wearing another one of his gi’s, which suspiciously looked more untucked in the chest area than usual. 

You were going to have to ask Nami if she might have spilled some secrets from a girls' night. 

“There is no such thing as regret. Just a learning experience.”

“Yeah, no. That sounds like regret.”

He let out an annoyed sigh as he kicked back what was left inside the glass. The man didn’t even pull a face. He just casually swallowed it and placed the glass rim down first on the bar. 

“That’s going to be a no.” He hummed to himself before he turned to look at you. “Look, Doc, I just want a second opinion on the booze. It’s for Nami’s special day or whatever.”

He had a point. You didn’t want Zoro picking something that was strong enough to melt the hair off a man’s chest, but you also didn’t want it growing any hair on anyone’s chest, either. 

“Fair point.” 

You took one last look at your glass before grabbing it and slamming back its contents. The regret was instant as it burned its way down your throat and boiled molten in your belly. You couldn’t keep from coughing as you tried to shoot daggers in his direction. 

“You know what you learned there?” Zoro asked.

You were scared to ask but felt yourself coughing, “What?” regardless. 

“You don’t like that one.”

Your hand lightly smacked him in the arm on a whim. You waited for him to turn and give you a death glare from the tap, but you were given a soft smile instead and was that- did Zoro just laugh? 

He was already on his fifth glass and maybe that was why he was being so damn cute. Yeah, that was it. Zoro instantly became a lightweight. 

You knocked back the second one in record time. This time, it didn’t burn as much as the first, but it still didn’t taste much better. 

“I never understood the big deal about birthdays.” Zoro’s voice was deep in thought, his eyes roaming the inside of the empty glass of his sixth drink. “It’s just a day.”

A “Tsk,” pushed past your lips as you leaned over towards him. Your cheek rested on his arm as you looked up at him. It felt like it was taking forever for him to even glance down at you. You were about to poke him in his side to finally make him move when dark eyes fell down on your face.

Gods, you really needed to remember to breathe. 

“It’s not just a day! It’s the day you were born. It’s not just to celebrate but to be grateful that you’re here. I’m grateful you’re here.”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob in his throat. The way his eyes flashed with something you weren’t used to seeing made a question form on your tongue but before you could ask it, Zoro looked away and back at the table. His hand wrapped around a new glass and quickly emptied its contents. 

“Come on, we still have a lot of booze to get through.”

It wasn’t until the two of you were squeezed into a booth, all of the booze gone, and your head resting on his shoulder, with Zoro’s head resting on yours, that he mentioned it again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated my birthday before,” he hummed. His fingers were playing with the hem of the pocket on your cargo pants. “But if I did. I want it to be with you.” 

It felt silly that just a few words could make your heart race like it did. It was the booze, you’d reminded yourself. You’d both drunk enough to tranquilize a sea beast. Zoro would never just mumble things like this to you, resting his head on yours like he did. 

That day Zoro didn’t say more than that and you didn’t press him. Not that you could, anyways. You couldn’t even remember the walk back to the Merry. The night of Nami’s birthday, in the middle of the fireworks, you’d both been sitting on the deck. Your eyes cast up to the explosion of color that painted the sky. 

“November.”

“What?”

A finger stroked the neck of the bottle he’d been nursing. His wrist found a comfortable spot on his knee as he leaned back on his palm. It was enough to look natural - enough to not bring attention to the fact this position easily put him shoulder-to-shoulder beside you. 

“My birthday it’s…it’s in November. If you are curious.”

July came and went. August and September. You practically counted each day in each month and hated how it seemed to go so fast, but not fast enough. You’d planned and had every idea of how you were going to give him one of the best birthdays ever.

You’d already bought his favorite whiskey and gave it a cute little bow. You’d even asked Sanji to show you how to make a cake. You practiced tirelessly with Sanji watching you every step of the way. So, you couldn’t understand how or why your cake looked like a deflated balloon. 

“Did you overbeat the flour?”

Sanji was leaning back against the counter. A hand covering his mouth because you knew he was either smiling or frowning or a mixture of both. The towel he’d used to clean up your earlier spill rested over his shoulder. 

“I don’t know,” you groaned into your hands. 

“It’s alright. It’s not the time to panic-“

“It is the perfect time to panic! I don’t have time to try and redo the cake, Sanji.”

The day was almost over. Zoro had spent the majority of it out with Luffy. You’d been waiting for them both to come back and when they did, it was night. You weren’t sure how many hours were left in the day for you to do this, but you knew you didn’t have a lot of time left. 

“Can you hand me a cookie cutter?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna improvise.”

You used the cookie cutter to find the best part of the cake and cut out a piece. You slammed on maybe too much frosting and quickly went and grabbed your present from your room. It might have been a good idea to change since you were practically wearing most of the cake ingredients on your clothes. 

It was too late to change anything. You were already in front of his door and with the tip of your boot knocked as gently as you could. You could hear the slightest sounds of Zoro moving around inside—a groan and what sounded like a few choice words grumbled right after. 

You weren’t ready for what greeted you. 

Zoro swung open the door and all your brain functions ceased. He was shirtless. The scars Mihawk had given him were fully on display along with every ridiculous muscle definition known to man. His hair was haphazard from sleep, eyes still struggling to focus, with pants hung low at his hips. You weren’t sure if you should be thankful or happy. One thing was for sure. You almost dropped your cake. 

“Oh, hey Doc. What’s up?”

Fuck. Was his voice always so unnecessarily rich like this when he woke up? You weren’t sure why, but you panicked and practically shoved the items towards his face. 

“Surprise!”

He looked from your would-be birthday cake and the bottle of whiskey with a bow and back to you. 

“What is this for?”

“Your birthday, silly.”

That seemed to wake him up and not in a good way. He quickly reached out and pulled you inside. He shut the door behind you and if it weren’t for the bit of moonlight that showed through his window, you both would’ve been consumed by darkness. 

Zoro moved forward and you remembered you were in a dimly lit room with him. With a tight smile on your face, you lifted the cake and repeated, “Surprise!”

“You said that already.”

“True but this time it didn’t result in you pulling me anywhere. I brought matches too so you could blow out the candle on your cake.”

Zoro took one look at your cake and all that grumpy energy he held from being woken up disappeared. It was replaced with a soft grin as he looked from the cake to you. 

“Why is it in the shape of a Christmas tree?”

“Let's not focus on the details. Oh, and this is for you too!”

Yes, you were nervous. Yes, this was the first time you’d been inside his room like this, but everything was fine. It was fine. So, there wasn’t any real reason why you almost slammed the bottle into his chest. Zoro didn’t seem to mind the small impact as his eyes landed on the label. 

“It’s my favorite one.”

“I know. It took me a while to find it. Come on. Come sit.” 

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed. Your fingers went to dig the matchbox out of your pocket, and as soon as you got it out, strike one to light up the candle. You carefully lifted the plate back up in your hands as Zoro sat down beside you. The soft glow of the candle made all the hardness of his jaw and cheeks appear softer and the plushness of his lips more inviting. Everything about Zoro appeared different in the soft illumination of the candle and you wished you could draw it to memory. 

A smile that was big and genuine lifted the corners of your mouth. Your hands held up the plate at the best angle between you as you softly said, “Happy Birthday, Zoro. Make a wish.”

Zoro tried to shake away the smirk that started to form before he leaned forward and blew out his candle. You turned to place the plate on the barrel beside the bed. 

“Are you going to ask me what I wished for?”

You froze in place. Your heart suddenly beat wildly against your chest as you struggled to swallow past your racing pulse. You hoped when you turned back around to face him you didn’t look terrified. 

“It’s usually bad luck to ask,” you replied.

“Ask.”

“What did you wish for, Zoro?”

“You.”

You weren’t prepared for Zoro to close the last few inches between you. For his hand to weave his fingers into your hair while his other gripped your waist. Those last few moments of sanity you had before he pressed his lips against yours evaporated the minute he touched you. 

Maybe you’d been his true present all along. 

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I Hate You | Two

Here is part two! Thank you for all of your support on the first part. Enjoy!

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CW: smut, jealous Noah and Reader, angry sex, possessive Noah, Noah is a munch, P in V unprotected sex, hair pulling, sneaking around, feelings (lots of feelings), alcohol consumption (but not much), let me know if I missed anything.

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18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

Fuck this.

Noah was playing a dangerous fucking game and you were just about ready to grab him by the hair and drag him out of the damn club in front of everyone, or maybe scream in his fucking face.

It was the end of tour and of course you were celebrating at some fancy club, it was tradition. The issue? Well Noah had some blonde bombshell in his lap that had basically pounced on him the moment you walked in.

Sure, you weren’t dating, ew, why would you want to date Noah? He’s a piece of shit. But you couldn’t contain the anger boiling inside your blood at the sight. Her hands were all over him, making the same journey that yours did in the venue shower after the last show and the thought made you want to vomit.

Fucking asshole.

”Everything okay, Y/N? You’ve hardly touched your drink.” Jolly slid onto the barstool next to you, beer in hand.

Dragging your eyes away from the torturous scene in front of you, you smiled half heartedly, taking a sip of your vodka soda. “Yeah, just tired.”

When your eyes dropped back to Noah, Jolly’s followed and he rolled his eyes knowingly. Of course he knew about the little cat and mouse chase situationship you had with Noah, everyone did by that point except your brother (but he was oblivious to most things). No matter how much you pretended to hate each other, they could practically taste the sexual tension in the air whenever you were in the same room and the fact that they could never find you both just sealed it.

“How much are you betting that he takes her back to the hotel?” Jolly wanted to add salt to the wound, get under your skin to see if you’d actually do something other than pine after the guy.

Act cool. Act casual.

”Eh, I think she’s a bit too forward for his liking.” You finished your drink and stood from your seat.

Jolly watched you walk towards the bar, watching how your hips sway with each step and his eyes darted to Noah who was staring back at him with fiery eyes. Oh. Funny. Jolly smirked to himself. He had a plan and it could end with him receiving a broken nose.

Drinks were flowing and you were dancing with Laura, one of the lighting techs on the cramped dance floor, moving your hips to the loud R&B music. You were feeling less tense now you were away from the quiet area, away from Noah but you could still see him with the blonde out of the corner of your eye.

Your brother was smoking outside with Bryan and Matt. You had no idea where Nicholas was but you could see Jolly eyeing you from the bar and maybe it was the alcohol but there was something in his gaze that made you beckon him towards you.

Jolly’s huge hands were on your hips then, his head buried in your neck as you started to grind your ass against him, throwing your arms back around his neck. You were lost in the music and the heat from his body moving against yours, weightless on the middle of the dance floor. Until you heard the blonde yelp over the music.

”You. Outside, now!” Noah looked furious and your thighs pressed together with need. His face was flushed red, eyes so dark they may as well have been a black abyss. He looked almost demonic and god it was a gorgeous sight.

You looked around him at the blonde who looked utterly flabbergasted at his actions and smirked which Noah noticed, dragging you by the arm out of the busy club.

”What was that?” He had dragged you outside, around the corner where no one would be privy to the conversation.

You shrugged, clicking your tongue. “What was what, Noah? Can’t a girl have a little fun? Seems like you were quite content with blondie, huh?” You spat venomously.

He only caged you against the brick wall, looming over you and you could almost see the flames of rage dancing in his irises. “Don’t do that shit, Y/N.”

You pouted up at him sarcastically. “Oh no, did I upset you? Seems like double standards though doesn’t it? God forbid I dance with a friend while you’re practically making out with someone ten feet away.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not like we’re dating is it?”

You attempted to slide underneath his arm to walk away but he only pulled you back and pressed his body against yours, pulling your face to his with a tight grip. “You’re fucking insufferable.”

Before you could respond his lips were on yours, teeth clashing together as he kissed you hard, with so much ferocity that it made your head spin. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you would feel bruises in the morning and it felt like heaven. Gasping for air, you pulled away, only to whine when his teeth grazed over your throat.

”You’re mine,”

What did he say?

Your fingers gripped the hair at the base of his neck and pulled his head back, a sly smirk dancing across your lips.

”In what world am I yours?” You chuckle darkly.

“Every fucking one of them.” He growled, pressing his lips back to yours.

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It didn’t take long for an Uber to arrive and Noah was quick to tell the driver to step on the gas as his hand gripped your thigh possessively. You were back in your hotel room in no time, his body pressed against yours before you could even turn to lock the door.

You were on fire, face burning, thighs pressing together to gain some kind of friction, anything. His huge hands were all over you, fingers finding the hem of your dress to yank it over your head and you couldn’t get enough.

For weeks you had been sneaking around with him, finding yourself being dragged into bathrooms and broom closets after verbally berating each other, catching yourself sending pictures to him just to hear him groan from his bunk like a feral dog. You were obsessed with making him go insane for you, for your body but this felt different.

There was now something else in his touch, something so much more possessive and animalistic that it made your stomach lurch with need and an arousal like no other pool in your underwear, just begging to be quenched.

Fuck, was it feelings? Did you have feelings for Noah Fucking Sebastian? Surely not, right?

”Fuck me, you’re fucking stunning.” His words were gruff, his lips latching to your throat as his hands slid up waist, your stomach, everywhere, finally reaching your bra to slide the straps from your shoulders and pull it down.

His fingers found the hardened peaks on your chest, softly pinching them, pressing his forehead against yours to revel in the gasp that left your lips. His eyes were so dark, almost black, staring down at you with an unhinged lust that had you silently pleading with him to stop the fucking games and fuck you, please.

”Fuck, please.” With a soft moan, you rolled your head back against the wall,

He chuckled darkly. “You’re so fucking needy.”

Before you could retort, he was lifting you, wrapping your legs against his hips just to throw you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your pink thong to pull them down at a pace that was criminally slow.

“Look at you, so fucking wet for me.” His smirk was so cocky and if you weren’t so far gone, you might have used the leg he wasn’t pushing to your chest to kick him.

He settled between your thighs, eyes trained on your dripping cunt, running his tongue over his lips as though he was starving and you practically drooled at the sight, your hands reaching out to latch on to his hair, tugging at the roots.

His tongue darted out to drag a long stripe between your folds, humming in delight at taste before diving in, dark eyes locked onto your face to watch every reaction he was pulling from you. Your back arched off the bed and the moan that left your mouth was filthy, disgusting when his tongue flicked against your clit. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy, his arms pushing your legs up so he could eat you exactly how you needed and it didn’t take long for that burning fire to ignite in the depths of your stomach, legs shaking violently in his hold.

”Oh fuck, I’m gonna c-cum!” You yelped, hands gripping his hair tighter and the growl that escaped him vibrated against your clit, sending you over the edge with a scream.

He lapped at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, weakly dragging him up to your face to pull him into a filthy kiss, your tongue licking your own arousal from his mouth. Fuck he tasted so heavenly with you on his lips.

His hands fumbled with his belt as he feverishly kissed you and before you could even catch your breath, he was pushing into you, groaning against your mouth.

”Fuck…” he whined, pressing his forehead against yours to give you a second to adjust. “I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

His hips snapped forward, burying himself so deep inside you that any thoughts in your brain were wiped. His hand slid up to your throat, gripping the sides just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head and he smirked, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

”You take my cock so well.” You whimpered at his words, revelling in how full he made you feel. “It’s like you were made for me.”

”It’s all yours.” God, you really were his, only his, no one could ever make you feel how he did and it was infuriating.

”That’s right, you’re mine.” He gritted, sharply snapping his hips into you, fucking you so deeply you thought you might pass out from the pleasure.

Your walls clenched around him, that warm feeling building up again, tightness pooling in your stomach.

”Are you gonna cum again, greedy girl?” He cooed, earning a brain dead whine from you.

His hand slipped between your bodies and his thumb pressed against your clit, cock hitting you so perfectly against that spot inside you that had you falling apart around him.

The noise that left your mouth as you came violently around his cock could only be described as banshee scream. Fireworks were bursting behind your closed eyes, your back arched so far off the bed, you were sure you looked possessed and god it felt so good.

”Good fucking girl.” Noah pulled you to him, kissing you deeply, tongue dancing with yours. With a whimper against your lips, he pulled out, emptying himself on your stomach.

You couldn’t move. You were so fucked out when he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet flannel to clean up your messes. The room was silent when he lay next to you, tracing circles on your stomach.

”Noah, what is this?” You sighed after a while, heart pounding in your chest.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with soft eyes.

You couldn’t deny it any longer, all those weeks of messing around had changed something in you. All of the hatred had turned into something else, something that tugged at your heart and made your head spin. You fixed your gaze on the ceiling, bracing yourself for the let down.

”I already told you, you’re mine.” He laughed lightly and your eyes snapped to him. “And I think I’m yours. We’re past the point of hiding it.”

”Really?” You gulped. Was he admitting that he wanted you the same way?

”Yes, Y/N. I think I was yours a long time ago.”

You grinned, reaching out to push his messy hair from his forehead. “Mine.”

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“Come on, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” Matt rushed around the lobby while everyone else dawdled along, hungover and exhausted from the previous night.

You picked your bag up from the floor, following him out to the bus that was waiting. You hadn’t seen your brother yet which was weird, you guessed that he was still getting his stuff together in his hotel room. When you stepped onto the bus, there you saw him, staring at you with fiery eyes.

“Everything okay, Nick?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your bag next to him on the couch.

His jaw ticked and his eyes darted to the door, watching Noah enter.

”Noah, when were you going to tell me that you’re fucking my sister?”

[redfirefox-55]

Alright instead of doing my homework I will attempt to put my thoughts in a coherent order and explain my off the strings AU (which I’ve given the super long name the Picking up the Pieces AU)

Uhhh just wanna warn you that it’s not super well thought out and it’s purely for self indulgent fun and for me to play with character dynamics and personalities and relationships and such- try not to take it too seriously lol

The main story happens decently post Rivulet campaign and well before Saint’s campaign, but the AU really starts wayyy back right before Hunter’s campaign.

Basically No Significant Harassment had just sent Hunter off to deliver his care package to whatever is left of Moon, and he’s left losing his mind since after Pebbles closed access to his and Moon’s area NSH can’t send an overseer to make sure his messenger even arrives at all (feat some stupid doodles I did to go along with it lol)

And in his desperation, a frankly stupid idea pops into his head.

Obviously the very idea of removing a crucial piece of an iterator’s body and expecting it to be able to continue to function and even travel long distances is logistically shaky at best, and even if it did work would essentially lobotomies their intellectual capacity.. but as things were, if NSH had to choose between living out his days as he was, but without Moon, or live as a fractured version of himself with his best friend.. he had to at least see if it was possible.

If it was possible though, it would no doubt take ages to figure out and make all the necessary preparations, ages which NSH was worried Moon didn’t have.. so he decided he needed help. And who better to help him than the person who has already shown they would research radical and dangerous theories about iterator body alterations :)

I do plan on making a little comic of this conversation, but I’m too lazy right now-

At first Suns is absolutely NOT on board with this idea. They already feel like they’ve basically caused the death of two iterators already, they don’t want NSH of all people to be added to that, but NSH is not dissuaded by their words at all and basically tells them that they can either continue to mope about their previous mistakes or continue to work on fixing it, and if they don’t help him he’s still going to do it anyways. So eventually they fold and agree to help. Besides, it would give them a chance to right their wrong and apologize to Pebbles.

A very long time skip later, turns out even with help this project would take years.

(Also if anyone was hoping I would go into detail about how they even make it possible, I am currently not gonna do that. I feel like I’m not clever enough to really come up with a convincing way for an iterator to literally detach a vital part of themselves without triggering a taboo.. and it’s just a self indulgent little fix it story, not meant to be taken too seriously :P)

By the time Suns and Sig finally have everything prepared for their plan, the iterator population is in pretty bad disarray. The equipment to communicate with one another is eroding, and by this point many iterators are completely radio silent, and a few of the older unluckier ones have even begun collapsing.

This does make the choice of detaching your puppet from your structure easier, because it’s clear that only a matter of time and every iterator will just collapse and be left completely alone in the silence of their structure.

NSH decided that he would detach himself first, and walk all the way over to Suns’ structure, then they could both make the trek to Moon.

Before he does that, NSH broadcasted all the files of the project out, just in case anyone is still around to use them..

The journey doesn’t go as smoothly as he would have preferred.. traveling isn’t very easy it turns out since their puppets aren’t meant for standing let alone walking or running (they definitely end up making and using tools to make getting around easier. I plan on explaining their equipment and outfit changes and stuff later-) but he survived and then they both set off to Moon and Pebbles’ area.

Thankfully there aren’t many animals outside of the iterator areas due to how freezing cold the world is, so all they really need to worry about is the terrain and the weather.

Meanwhile the siblings are not doing very well. This is post Rivulet (rip Ruffles though.. unfortunately there are no slugcat companions in this au…), and Pebbles’ structure had just collapsed very recently by the time Suns and Sig make it to their area. The siblings had already made up by this point and were keeping in contact before the collapse.

Moon was planning on sending her overseers out to see what was left of him once the rubble settled a bit, but she was currently mourning her brother and didn’t notice the two rouge iterator puppets making their way through their facility grounds until they reached her chamber

I plan on making a little comic for this too but here’s a cute little thing I made-

(Iterators can’t actually cry but shhh it’s for dramatic effect let me do what I want-)

I just know their reunion is precious. NSH is so thankful that Moon is actually still functional, and working better than he expected even thanks to the rarefaction cell! Best friends reunited after years apart.. She probably thought she was going crazy at first though because how are these two just standing in her chamber-

So at this point NSH’s plan has worked almost perfectly and he has done everything he set out to do. He’s definitely not pointedly ignoring the existence of someone he has been slowly building resentment for over the past however many years. (They have a complicated dynamic which I will definitely get into later..)

Yeah anyway there’s no way Moon and Suns are leaving without Pebbles.

So whether NSH wanted to or not, as soon as Moon got the hang of walking around the three of them headed off to what remained of Pebbles’ structure. Probably the worst place anyone could go honestly, especially with the walking skill level of a toddler.

Somehow miraculously they survived the trip there, they got lucky idk but yay reunion time!

At that point Pebbles had already resigned himself to his fate, sitting in a pile of rubble with his broken chamber around him for eternity. He definitely thought he was losing his mind when the other three suddenly show up..

Anywayy this is the point where I don’t really have too much of a story planned out! The four of them will probably end up traveling a little before setting up a base somewhere as they get used to this new state of existence. I guess a lot of post apocalyptic slice of life stuff? lol if you wanna call it that maybe. Idk! Just a lot of getting used to living together, and getting over past issues. Lots of fix it stuff

It’s a WIP obviously- but this is at least the beginning main plot beats ^ ^

[swiftyangx12]

…Kenji Sato x Venom![Reader]

Hear me out, it’s just a thought (and a fic idea if anyone wants to try out).

Imagine Kenji Sato meeting [Reader] (Gender Neutral or any gender since it’s still an idea) who seems like any ordinary individual, just someone vacationing in Tokyo. They’re also a huge baseball fan, especially for the Dodgers and politely asked for a photo with him. (Which is a normal occurrence for the famous player.)

They seem like a cool person and just enjoying Japan before their time ends.

Then one night during a Kaiju attack, Ultraman is doing his best fighting against one. However he seems to be losing his grip until large dark tendrils latches around the Kaiju’s neck and was being yanked back. Who helped Japan’s hero is none other than America’s infamous Venom, standing on the tallest building near the area.

???: “Venom, don’t kill it. Let Ultraman take care of the rest.”

Venom: *Grumbles* Then it would not be fun.

???: “We don’t have clearance to eliminate these things. Fall back. I promise to buy those chocolate candies tomorrow. Okay?”

Venom: Mmm…Fine.

After a few harsh blows by Venom, he disappears into the dark. Ultraman was able to lead the Kaiju away from the city and is questioning what just happened.

Then another night, Kenji accidentally witness Venom in an alleyway shifted back to [Reader], the same fan who asked for a pic with him.

Kenji: It’s you!

Venom: *In their mind* “Busted!”

[Reader]: Oh, right. I have some explaining to do.

So yeah, [Reader] explained they unintentionally picked up a Symbiote back home and basically formed a symbiotic bond as a host with a…parasitic alien.

Kenji: You’re hosting a parasite…

Venom: I am not a parasite!

[Reader]: *Yanks him back and spoke in a stern tone* Venom, behave. I’m sorry. He doesn’t like being called that.

I just want to get this out before my brain rots from the idea.

[Edit]: I fixed a minor detail about which team Kenji plays for.

[just-some-user-hunny]

The Cannibal thoughts...

~ The Cannibal has survived and adapted to hunt other dragons, therefore he'd have an advantage when it comes to fighting/battling his own kind. As a young dragon he definitely only picked on eggs and hatchlings like a scavenger, perhaps out of desperation/convenience. The bigger and older he grew, the more ambitious he got with his prey. He'd start to hunt bigger and bigger dragons, hence why he's covered in so many scars from many hunts- some successful, others not. He'd grow smarter and adapt the way he hunts. he stalks and goes for weak areas. He definitely goes for the throat and jaw (either he tears a lower or upper jaw off so his opponent cannot bite or tear, and the throat, to damage their ability to efficiently breathe fire. He'd also try to mangle the others wings with his claws so they cannot fly well, so basically he pulls a lot of dirty, but effective moves to win.

~ His appetite towards his own kind, and the experience/adapting he's gone through to actually kill other dragons makes him ferocious- not particularly his size. Considering Caraxes was able to take down Vhagar, and cannibal is just a tad bit smaller than her, his size doesn't always grant him advantages. He's not particularly swift or quick like Moondancer, but much like Vhagar, he's steady and heavy on his wings- but he is clever and strategic. He'd probably do things like fly/hunt at night so his black scaled body can blend in with the night sky above (he'd hunt by flying above his prey, where's he's almost invisible to their eye, and strike down). He's adapted and survived by becoming a hunter, not a loud prowling monster (most of the time).

~ Also you know how cannibalism has an abnormal effect on the brain and behaviour? That definitely adds to his uncanniness. His stare is too... Human looking. There's this something that disconnects him from the other dragons. He stalks around with his head still like a panther, and he grins. His jaw is heavily scarred, and he's missing flesh and scales around parts of his mouth- exposing his teeth and gums. It kinda gives an illusion that he's open mouth grinning, like he has a Cheshire grin. (I love the idea of an uncanny, Lovecraftian horror dragon that is just unsettling to look at). His intimidation itself puts him high on the hierarchy amongst the dragons.

~ He's sadistic and likes playing with weaker prey. Like the indoraptor for example- that scene where he was pretending to be asleep, and started swiping his tail in the air to let the man know he was very aware and awake. He didn't spring to attack- he let it draw out slowly. Grinning and playing, acting slow and unpredictable- like he was torturing him by pressing his muzzle straight the man's face, just to let him feel his teeth pressed against him, before striking and chomping him into pieces.

~ He's very independent and likes his freedom. The only way he'd tolerate a rider, is if they wouldn't try to keep them confined to them. Whether it be a pit or a cage, he hates it. He wants to do his own thing.

(That's one of the main reasons bastard!reader and Cannibal bond together- over their mutual focus and longing on freedom). He may disappear for days- weeks, even. Just to travel and hunt and stretch his wings- he doesn't like staying cooped up on the beach forever. He's like a cat who enjoys roaming outside and hates being trapped indoors- but definitely comes back for biscuits and snuggles in his warm bed. (Aka, the beach).

~ He's very endurable and strategic and strong. He isn't very quick, however, so that's a weakness that can be exploited by a smaller opponent. He's dangerous- but not untouchable/overpowered. He can most likely fare well in combat with another dragon, even vermithor and Vhagar if he is feeling ambitious or driven enough to.