#and the poses I was looking at really didn’t have the passion I needed for the drawing

[quibbs126]

This is just something stupid I wanted to sketch

So today I’ve been listening to “New Divide” by Linkin Park, because it worked its way back into my head, and so I was going to draw, but all I could think about was someone singing it. And because the Strawberry Jam Sword has been on my brain, but also I’ve been thinking about retconning things, I decided why not draw the Sovereign of Darkness passionately singing Linkin Park?

I drew it without the shoulder pads just because they’d look weird, but honestly regardless, just looking at this drawing, god they look like such an edge lord, it’s hilarious

You know, it really messes with my interpretation of the Sovereign being this entity that even the other members of the Cookies of Darkness are afraid of, because it’s clearly not a Cookie, but they also don’t know what it is, just this…unnatural entity. But here it’s discovered Linkin Park and is a passionate fan

But honestly, who cares. Maybe the Sovereign can become another member of BAD 4

But yeah, just take this stupid sketch that I probably put too much effort into

[starkwlkr]

cherry flavoured | sebastian vettel

sebastian vettel x reporter!reader

based on the video of iker casillas and his gf during the 2010 world cup

she’s a long one <3 this was finished at 2:30 AM so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes (please do not request for part 2)

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2010

It was the last race of the season and you were nervous, especially for Sebastian. It was down to Fernando, Mark, Sebastian and Lewis, one of them was going to be them champion. It was your job to cover the race and conduct interviews before and after so this gave you a chance to speak with Sebastian and wish him luck. The media didn’t know about your relationship that had just become official a month ago.

Sebastian had asked you out before the Japanese Grand Prix. That day, you decided to make a deal with him. If he won, you would go to dinner with him. After 53 laps, Sebastian secured a win and a date with you.

While you finished up your interview with Lewis, Sebastian stood patiently to the side. He kept his eye on you, staring at how you talked with such confidence and passion. He loved how expressive you were, sometimes talking with your hands. After letting Lewis go so he could prepare for the race, it was Sebastian’s turn. He happily joined you.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?” You asked, knowing already how he felt, but you had to do your job. The night before, you stayed in Sebastian’s room, that’s when he told you how nervous he was feeling.

“Good, excited, happy.” He replied, smiling at you.

“Well I won’t keep you here for very long—”

“Why not? I enjoy talking to you.” Sebastian interrupted. His smirk was making you weak and all you wanted was to drag him into a room and let him have his way with you, but you couldn’t at least not now.

Several questions later, Sebastian was still giving you that look making it hard for you to concentrate. It was the same look he gave you the night before when you and him were in his hotel room ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Alright, good luck Seb . . astian, sebastian sorry.” You apologized.

All Sebastian did was laugh at your mistake. Since nobody apart from Mark knew about your relationship, you couldn’t call him Seb. He nodded then mumbled an ‘I love you’ and left. You really hoped nobody could read his lips since you were still live.

You understood that Sebastian needed to concentrate before the race so you didn’t bother him. Soon, the race had started, almost instantly on lap 1, a crash happened. After the race restarted, you watched Sebastian keep his p1 position. When it came to the final lap, everyone was silent in the Red Bull garage where you were watching the race from. Sebastian crossed the finish line, but you still had to wait for the other four cars.

Lewis came in second then came Jenson. After confirming, it was clear that Sebastian had become world champion.

You and the team members of Red Bull made it to the podium ceremony. The German nation anthem played as Sebastian soaked in the moment. He had made history by becoming the youngest world champion. After the national anthem finished, he tried to look for you in the crowd. When he finally did, he winked at you. Again, he was making you feel all sorts of emotions.

After the podium celebrations and posing for photos, the three drivers had to do threat post race interviews. You were in charge of being the first to interview the new world champion.

In the media pen, Sebastian spotted you getting ready for your interview. When you were done, he walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Congratulations Sebastian. How was it up there on the podium?” You asked.

“It was a dream, but now it’s reality.” Sebastian replied. “I just wanna thank all the people that supported me and you of course, you’ve been there for me.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Was Sebastian about to reveal your relationship?

“Well congratulations again, go celebrate this historic win—” Before you could finish your sentence, Sebastian placed both of his hands on your cheeks and brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your lips. You could taste the champagne that had been poured of him by Jenson and Lewis. From the distance, Jenson cheered, making everyone turn their attention towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian didn’t care that you were still live. All he wanted was to celebrate with his girlfriend. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips. “Cherry, my favorite.” He smirked.

“You’re the worst.” You laughed. “I love you too, champ. Go, I’ll see you soon.” You practically had to push him away from you so you could continue with more interviews.

“I’ll wait for you!” He yelled as he walked away.

Then Jenson made his way to you since you were going to interview him next. “Do I get one as well?” He teased.

Of course you and Sebastian celebrated, how could you not? He had made history. After the famous kiss, you were sure that you were going to get fired, but nothing ever happened. You did get a warning to not do it again, which Sebastian reminded the FIA that it was his idea not yours resulting in him getting a warning too.

Over the years, you were there when Sebastian won, when he lost, when he moved to Ferrari. You comforted him when he realized he would never win a championship with Ferrari.

During the summer break of the 2019 season, you and Sebastian decided to get married. It was an intimate wedding with only close friends and family attending. The night of your wedding, Sebastian promised you that he would take you anywhere for a while so you could spend your honeymoon. Of course being an F1 driver and a reporter, it didn’t go as planned as a global pandemic hit. You assured Sebastian that you weren’t mad, you had traveled almost everywhere with him anyway.

After the 2020 season ended, Sebastian was now with Aston Martin. He had only secured one podium finish with the team, but you were still more than happy for him.

One day after media day had finished for the 2021 French Grand Prix, you and Sebastian were in the Aston Martin motorhome having lunch. You were talking about a new piece of furniture you wanted when your phone vibrated. You checked it and saw a picture of your friend’s baby that she had sent you.

“Look, remember my friend Jane? That’s her baby girl, aw she’s so adorable.” You showed Sebastian a picture of the baby. “I need to tell her to stop sending pictures or I might get baby fever.”

“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?” Sebastian asked. “We’ve been together for eleven years, married for two.“

“I did always dream of being a mother. It would be fun to play dress up with our daughter or play with you cars with our son. Can you imagine that? They would call me mom . . holy shit.”

Sebastian thought about it. He was in his mid thirties, he already won four titles, that was enough for him.

“I guess this plays into what I’m about to talk to you next. . . I didn’t renew a contract for 2023 with sky sports.” You said.

“Are you going somewhere else?” He questioned.

“No, I didn’t sign anything with anyone. I just thought that it’s time for me to step back. Give someone younger their moment.” You replied. You made the decision a while ago even before the 2021 season started.

“But you love your job.”

“I can’t stay here forever, Seb.”

All day Sebastian had thought about your words. He couldn’t stay in formula 1 forever either. The younger generation had to have a go too.

At the end of the 2021 season, Sebastian had told you the news that he would be retiring at the end of the next season like you. You were sure him retiring was the result of your conversation, but he assured you that even before that he had considered retirement.

“So when are you going to announce it?” You asked.

“Soon. I want to enjoy winter break with you first.”

You and Sebastian spent the holidays in your home in Switzerland surrounded by family and friends. You weren’t even sure how it happened since you and Sebastian spent most of your time at home, but both of you ended up testing positive for covid. You assumed you contracted the virus when you went out for groceries.

The 2022 season had started and you and your husband were stuck at home quarantining. It wasn’t bad, it was just a normal day except you had medicine and empty tissue boxes scattered around the floor.

“Do you need another blanket, liebe?” Sebastian asked you. He touched your forehead feeling it not as hot as before.

You two were in your bedroom watching the Bahrain Grand Prix. You didn’t expect this to be the start of your last season, but at least you were with Sebastian.

“I’m okay, I’m thirsty though.” You sat up as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Once he returned, he saw how sad you looked as you watch the race.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to miss it, but I’m happy that I get to be home with you.” You smiled weakly at him.

“We can visit whenever we want, liebe, and then one day we can visit with the kids.” Sebastian replied. “Here, drink.” He handed you the glass of water.

Soon enough, you and Sebastian were good to return back to the paddock. You felt refreshed and ready to officially start the season. You did your interviews, greeted your colleagues and then made your way to the Aston Martin garage where you were going to watch the race.

By lap 24, Sebastian was out. It broke your heart to see it, it was his first race back and he didn’t get a chance to finish it. He arrived back to the garage in a Marshall’s scooter making it a funny moment despite his dnf. He looked for you first.

“Are you okay?” You asked, running your hand through his messy hair.

“Good.” Was all that he said.

After doing some post race interviews, Sebastian waited for you in the Aston Martin motorhome. When you arrived, you noticed a plate of fruit and berries on the table. “I figured you didn’t get a break all day so eat. I made sure to get plenty of pineapple and strawberries.” He moved the plate closer to you.

“Thanks, it wasn’t that stressful today. Hopefully the next race is better for us.” You said once you sat down and started to eat the fruit. “No cherries today?”

“You and your cherries. Not today, liebe.” Sebastian grabbed a strawberry from the plate.

Eventually it was time to announce to the world of motorsports and media that Sebastian and you were retiring. You announced it first with a lengthy post on instagram with pictures of when you first started to now, you even posted the famous kiss that Sebastian gave you in 2010.

You received lots of comments and messages from family, friends and colleagues. It was nice to feel loved by them. The next day, it was Sebastian’s turn to announce his retirement. It started with him making an Instagram account then posting a video.

“I hereby announce my retirement from formula one by the end of the 2022 season.”

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2022

You felt a giant wave of deja vu. Here you were back in Abu Dhabi only this time it would be the official last Grand Prix for you and Sebastian. You would still visit like Sebastian mentioned, but it wouldn’t feel the same.

You walked into the paddock with Sebastian holding your hand. You were greeted by photographers, fans that wanted to get pictures with Sebastian and several members of other teams that wanted to congratulate you and your husband on retirement.

First you went to the Aston Martin motorhome again since you were a bit tired. You sat at a table in the corner. For a couple of weeks now, you were keeping a secret from Sebastian. Your friend, Jane, was the only one who knew since she had gone through a similar experience.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked as he noticed the tired look on you. “Want something to eat?”

“No I’m okay, I promise. It’s still too early for me to function I guess.” You dismissed it. “I’ll catch up with you later, I’m sure you have lots of people waiting for you.”

“They can wait. If you need me here then I’m staying, end of discussion.” He was about to sit down next to you, but you stopped him.

“Seb, no. I mean it, I am fine. Go.” You demanded.

Before he left, Sebastian placed a kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he frowned. “Is that coconut? I thought you were going to wear the cherry one.”

“Change of plans.” You smiled. “Go, the team needs you.”

“Be careful, I’ll see you later.” He placed one more kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply as you watch Sebastian walk out. “I can just imagine how protective he’s going to be about you, baby.” You spoke to yourself as you looked down to your stomach.

You found out you were pregnant when Jane was visiting you in Switzerland. You had gone out to eat for brunch at a nice little restaurant. Immediately after arriving, the smell of eggs made you run to the nearest bathroom and vomit in the toilet. Jane had ran after you making sure you were okay.

“Fuck . . It’s the smell.” You confirmed.

“Babe, when was the last time you had your period?”

Jane’s question made you think back to your vacation with Sebastian a couple months ago. You and Sebastian couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

After taking a pregnancy test, it was confirmed that you were pregnant. You called your doctor to schedule an appointment. Sebastian wasn’t home so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in on you holding a pregnancy test. You weren’t sure how you were going to tell him, but you knew that he would be the happiest man on earth.

You were assigned to interview Sebastian immediately after the race while on the track. You were told that it would be a special moment for you two seeing as you were both leaving. Apparently Sebastian didn’t know this so that was another secret kept from him.

Sebastian stood beside you as he got ready. You held his helmet, your name printed on the side in a small font. “Remember when I won back in 2010?”

“No, remind me again?” You joked. “Of course I do. It was the night you kissed me in front of thousands of people on live tv.”

“It would be a shame if we didn’t recreate that.” He teased. “You know . . . for historical reasons.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble on my last day.”

“You’re no fun.” Seb rolled his eyes playfully. “Kiss for good luck?”

You then kissed the top of his helmet and shoved it in his hands. “Good luck.” You were about to leave, but Sebastian grabbed your hand and brought you back to him. “Fine.” You kissed him as if your life depended on it.

“I was hoping you changed your lipgloss to cherry.” Mumbled Sebastian after pulling away from you.

“You’ll live.” You gave him a chaste kiss then waited for him to put his balaclava. “I love you and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Soon, the race was starting. Sebastian had started from P9. It was an exciting and emotional race for you and Sebastian. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew that Sebastian’s time in f1 was over.

By the end of the 58 laps, Sebastian had scored his last point in formula 1. You were content with the result even if he only scored one point. You were then directed to the track with a camera man and microphone in hand. As Sebastian did donuts on the track, you took your phone out to record his last moments. When he finished, you put away your phone. You didn’t even notice you were crying until a marshal gave you a tissue.

You thanked him and cleaned up as Sebastian made his way out the car to wave at the fans. Eventually Sebastian made his way towards you without his helmet and his racing suit hanging from his waist. You couldn’t start the interview without hugging him first so that’s what you did. Like in 2010, the camera filmed you and Sebastian as you embraced. You could hear the crowd cheering.

“You did so well. You made me cry.” You mumbled as Sebastian kissed your temple.

“You look pretty when you cry.” He let go of you since you needed to start the interview. He fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Sebastian, wow, first off congratulations on your incredible career.” You began.

“I don’t know what to say. I feel a bit empty to be honest, it’s been a big weekend.” He looked at the crowd who were sad to see him go. He gave a speech that made you cry even more, which you blamed on the hormones. “I can say that you were always with me in the bad times and good times. Thank you for sticking with me.”

“Always.” You said, completely forgetting you were holding the microphone so the whole audience heard you.

Sebastian then thanked the fans for the messages and support he’s been receiving. It only made you want to cry even more so thankfully your interview was coming to an end.

“Congratulations, Seb. You deserve it.” You said and with that you and your husband hugged once more. “You’re coming home.” You sighed.

“You don’t sound too happy.” He teased.

“I am, trust me. That means you can help move some stuff around and redecorate the guest room.” You let go of Sebastian, but you still held his hand.

“Why would we need to redecorate the guest room?” He questioned.

“Because that’s our baby’s room.”

“Our baby? Really? You mean it?” His lips turned into a smile that he couldn’t wipe off. “When did you find out?”

“Weeks ago. I’m letting you know right now that if you ever make eggs around me, I will vomit so let’s not do that.” You laughed as Seb brought you in for a kiss.

Again, Jenson was cheering in the background like he did in 2010.

When Sebastian pulled away, he smirked. You had changed your lipgloss after all. “Cherry, my favorite.”

[theelvishfiddler]

AN ARTIST'S GUIDE TO HANDS

No, sorry it's actually not an artist's guide to drawing hands. Those are just warmup studies (which I'll talk about in this post.)

This is a guide to Your Hands and how to take care of them when making art.

No one ever sits down and teaches artists how to take care of their hands. They didn’t even teach me this while I was in art college. This is just what I've learned myself through years of pain and scouring the internet for advice.

This is going to be a long one and geared towards illustrative traditional/digital/pen/pencil artists specifically, but artists of other mediums and crafts should take care of their hands too! Well, we all should take care of our bodies in general, but this is about hands.

(advice is below the read more)

First off I'm not a professional or anyone with actual medical advice. I'm just some guy with chronic hand pain who makes art. This advice is free for you to use or discard.

WARMUPS!

Ever sit down in the morning to draw and wonder why your art is so stiff and looks so much worse than what you were drawing last night? It's because you didn't warm up!

You know how for physical sports they all warmup and do stretches before getting into the actual sport. To prevent injuries and all that? Yeah, it's good to do that for art too.

One way to warmup is to just draw lines. Try to keep them as straight as you can. Going up and down and diagonal. Draw squares. Big squares. Small squares. Circles! You are warming up, keep it loose and relaxed! Basically just scribble away.

(examples. I usually keep going until there is no paper white left. This can double as practice for drawing straight lines without a ruler, which is a great skill to have when freehand city drawing.)

Before hopping right into drawing people you can try doing some quick gesture drawings. Line of Action has timed sessions with a large variety of clothed or nude models. I usually do the 30 min class as it has a nice balance of short and long timed poses. The point isn't to draw nice art, but to warm up. Try to get the basic form down, not the details. I find that doing a full class session can really help my drawings feel more loose and grounded in reality for the rest of the day.

Some examples I found in my folders. I suggest looking into what a line of action (not the site) is and giving it a try with some of the studies!

COOLDOWNS!

For sports it's to return your body back to your everyday baseline after a workout.

Example; you are working on a big project! A masterpiece! It's detailed and cool! You have been focusing on this for hours and drawing so intensely. But you need to stop working for the day.

A cooldown is for winding down out of the go go go mindset. Put away the big project and do a couple small doodles and sketches. You are relaxing your hand and letting it stretch out. Keep the sketches loose. Let the art happen slowly. Don't polish anything, that can happen another day. Just ease yourself out of drawing.

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Cool! Now we get into the meat of this thing.

HAND PAIN

How to avoid it and how to manage it if you already have it.

I love you artists and creatives, I am begging you to please take care of your most important creative tools. I really don't want this to sound like scare tactics like "oooh you better do this or blah blah!" Nope. I just had to learn all this the hard way and I'm extremely passionate about it.

Take this advice or don’t ╮(ﾟ～ﾟ;)╭ I can't tell you what to do, I'm not your dad

Adjustments and Small Solutions

If you are feeling physical discomfort while drawing there are many different solutions to try! Here are some suggestions that may or may not work for you.

Hold your pencil more loosely. Stop gripping that thang so tightly!!! Relax that hand! They make these… squishy pen grip things... I think they are called Adaptive Pencil Grips or Adaptive Writing/Drawing Aids? They stop your hand from being all cramped up by making your drawing tool wider. It's going to take a bit of time to adjust to drawing with it, but it's worth it for those who hold pencils too tightly.

Don't press as heavily. For traditional art, if you find yourself pressing really hard to get darker lines try moving to a softer pencil. Most standard pencils are HB, the B pencils have softer graphite. Experiment until you find the right one for you. For Digital, adjust your pressure settings so you don't have to press as hard to get thicker lines. You should not be pressing so hard all the time, it wears out both your hand and your tablet! It takes a bit of time to adapt to pencil or pressure changes. Try doing some unimportant sketches, they don't have to be good. You are just training your hand and mind to adjust using less pressure.

Draw with your arm and not your wrist! It's small repetitive motions that cause the most strain. You probably hear this one a lot, what does it even mean? It means moving your arm with the motions of your line, and trying not to make too many tiny movements with your just your fingers or wrist. This one is hard! It takes time and conscious thought to change the habit. Tips? Work bigger. Zoom in more. Use bigger sheets of paper.

(Motions exaggerated for a clearer example)

Change the angle of your drawing surface. They make angled tablet holders, angled desks, angled desktop raisers. Experiment, find and angle that is comfortable and the one that causes the least pain. (It's also good to make sure you don't have to hold your head at an uncomfortable angle when drawing. Staring straight down or hunching over a paper flat on the table can cause pain!)

Compression Glove? Wrist brace/tensioners? Some folks use them and I've been thinking of getting one for years now. I can't give advice on this one, because I don't have experience with it. Look into it if you want!

Managing Pain

First things first.

IF YOUR HANDS START TO HURT WHILE YOU ARE DRAWING. STOP! Put the pencil/pen/paintbrush/whatever down. The art will still be there for you to continue tomorrow.

I know from experience that it's extremely hard to pull away when you are hyper focused on an art piece. It's hard to remember all sorts of basic needs like food or bathroom when hyper focused. But you Need to stop when you feel that pain. (Preferably even before the pain…)

Take Breaks! Let your hands rest when you can. Just like a machine, if you don't schedule maintenance, the machine will schedule maintenance for you. Often that means having to wait a few days for it to return to functional. Best to take a day off from heavy usage or take an occasional 30 min break throughout the day to let your hands rest.

Stretching is important! Full body stretches are good; your arms, shoulders, neck, and spine are all connected, but I'm specifically talking about HAND and wrist stretching. There are a lot of stretches and massages for carpal tunnel and arthritis out there. I find they work for hand pain in general. Move into and out of each stretch slowly. Do not push a stretch if it hurts!! Be gentle!!

I am not a qualified professional and I will not be giving out specific stretches (that is beyond my personal comfort level). There are other artists out there who have made helpful stretching info-graphics which are cool, but I will not be because i don't want to be responsible for someone accidentally hurting themself. Ask your doctor for stretches & advice or look some up on your own.

Don't feel bad about forgetting to stretch frequently! Of course it is good to do it regularly and frequently, but I would be a hypocrite if I said that I remember to stretch daily. Setting timers for stop and stretch sessions can work for some people, but also doing stretches whenever you remember is fine! If you are sitting on the toilet you can idly do some hand stretches. On the bus? Laying in bed? At the beach? Do a couple stretches! Even just once a week is better than… nonce a week.

Using Cold or Heat to treat pain. If you really overdid it, put your hands in some cold water or wrap a cloth around an ice pack and apply it to your hand. Cold works best for me, but warmth works for others. This is just pain reduction and reducing inflammation from overuse! This is not a permanent solution.

If your hand hurts a lot! Frequently! Talk to your doctor? Idk mine has never given real advice. Just gently poked my hand and told me there isn't much to be done about it :/ but there are really good doctors out there who will care and give helpful advice!

Again. IF IT HURTS TO CONTINUE DRAWING. STOP DRAWING! This is not a "no pain no gain" type situation. Drawing so much that you hurt yourself isn't noble, it's just… limiting yourself. You only get one set of hands. These things are very handy to have.

Other Advice

Things I couldn't figure out how to fit into the earlier sections.

Your other hand can't handle the strain! Lets say you hurt your drawing hand... the other hand is right there free to use for art. Right? Wrong. Your other hand can't keep up with the demand, it hasn't been trained to the same extent as your dominant hand, it does not have the built up muscle. If you want to use that hand for drawing you are going to have to use it s l o w l y and train it bit by bit over a long period of time. When I tore a tendon in my right hand I decided to just keep drawing with my left and I got Really Good at it. It only took like two months before my left hand hurt too much to move. Then I had 0 functioning hands to pull up my pants. Not fun!!

People who draw on phones. That is extremely impressive! I'm amazed by the things people can create on such a small space. But phone artists are the ones I see most frequently mentioning hand pain. please please please make sure you are taking breaks. Would a stylus work instead of using a finger?

Outside of Drawing. Sometimes it's things outside of drawing that are causing the pain. For me there are multiple sources, but I also have tiny baby hands. Holding a phone too long causes pain. The handheld mode for my Switch causes A Lot of pain. The way my hand rests while typing on my laptop hurts! Playing tense videogames for too long hurts! Find the source of your pain and make some changes. The same things will apply to most; take regular breaks, do some stretches, and find soft things to prop up or rest your arms on.

Change your Artstyle. This one is more of a last resort. You might have to change your art style if you are getting sharp pains every time you draw. I loved drawing tight clean lines and many small fancy details, but drawing like that left me in so much pain at the end of the day. In 2023 I had to take the better part of year off from illustrations just to learn how to sketch and draw more loosely. I had to learn how to be gentle. To stop gripping my pencil so tightly. Learn! Adapt! You might discover a new style that you love even more!

A lot of this stuff gets more complicated in a work setting where you have to draw fast and long in order to get paid. Things like reducing your workload can help, but that can be... financially rough. But outside of that, it’s ok to be a slow artist. Going full steam and hurting yourself is not worth it.

Aaaaaanyway, thats all folks. Today's rant brought to you by me! The guy with chronic hand pain who always forgets to stretch! The guy who got frustrated with a sketch yesterday and decided to push to keep drawing for just one more hour! The guy who woke up this morning and had to spend 2 hours massaging and stretching their hands. The guy who probably shouldn't have typed all of this out because ooww ow ouch

If your hands do hurt, it's going to be ok! You don't need to be a speed demon who draws all the time. It's ok to take your time and take frequent breaks. You are going to do great things! Just be gentle with yourself...

[badbtssmut]

Yes it was meant to be a porn shooting or like a porn magazine. Sorry I should have specified. Taehyung storms over to the camboy how to actually fuck the oc in that position so they get the best shots. As in like really doing it would get it better captured. Oh there is slight dub con and resistance because oc hadn’t signed up for the director to fuck her but she ends up enjoying it.

Original req: Camgirl oc and director Taehyung where he tells the camboy to do certain poses and the camboy just can get it right and it’s not looking natural so Taehyung storms over and show everyone how it’s done.

Slight dubcon: Taehyung suddenly sticks his cock in which y/n didn’t expect, y/n is confused but starts enjoying it

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“How many more times do I need to explain, Minho?” The director’s stern voice sounded, looking away from the screen to the couple. “Try… once again.” Taehyung sighed.

“Uh, yeah, sure, sorry!” You could tell that your co worker was getting nervous. He was a newbie, only been in the sex work industry for a couple of months, whereas Taehyung didn’t have any comments about your work performance, he was relentless about the other actor.

Minho tried again, you left out a moan as you curved your back, your breasts pressed against the bedsheets and your ass high in the air. Your legs were spread wide, giving the camera a perfect view of the cock sliding into your wet pussy. Minho was not very experienced, his thrusts were too fast and lacked passion, and his hands were gripping your hips so tightly that it was beginning to hurt.

Taehyung let out a deep sigh. This shoot was going on way too long, the both of you had done countless takes already and his patience was running thin.

“Enough.” Taehyung’s voice sounded through the studio, and he stepped away from the camera. He walked towards the set and approached you and Minho. You and the actor both looked up at him, confused, and Minho was pulled back by his shoulder, causing his cock to slide out of you.

“It’s really simple.” Taehyung said as he took his cock out of his pants, stroking it a few times before entering your pussy in one smooth stroke.

You moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets, the feeling of being full so sudden, but not unwanted, taking you over, your pussy happily taking him in.

“W-what are you doing?” You gasped in complete surprise. “W-wait…”

Taehyung then turned his gaze to Minho, who was watching him with wide eyes.

The director then continued, a smirk on his lips as he started fucking you slowly.

“Look, slow strokes like this. You see how the camera can capture the dick going in and out, the way her pussy moves with me, that is good pornography. What you do is not good pornography. If you can not fuck her properly, you can be replaced. Am I clear?”

This… this was really strange. You looked at the others who awkwardly avoided your gaze. Was it normal for directors to do stuff like this?

“You are holding her too tight, look, you left marks on her skin. I can not sell porn like that. And stop going so fast, she can not even enjoy it like that, if she is not having a good time, the viewers will not either.” Taehyung explained as he kept thrusting into you.

He was right, the sex was really awkward. Minho was just not doing a good job, but you wouldn’t openly say that, he was already being roasted enough.

Taehyung then suddenly picked up the pace, and your moans sounded through the studio. His hands were gently gripping your hips, but his thrusts were so strong that you had to put all of your strength into staying up on your arms, so you would not just crash into the bed.

It was different, so much different from the boring sex you were having with Minho.

You bit your lip as you felt him stretching you so deliciously, his cock was hitting your sweet spot every time, causing your juices to run down your thighs.

“If you want to do strong thrusts, do it like this. Slide in slow, then when you’re almost fully in, push your hips forward in a fast movement. Make her feel the tip of your cock. See how she reacts to that? That is how you do it. Do you understand now, Minho? Can you do that, or do I need to keep doing your job for you today, huh?”

“Mr Kim…” You whimpered, but he didn’t hear you.

“I’m sorry!” Minho apologized. “I will do better!”

“Mr Kim…” You whispered.

“I have another movie to finish tonight and you are really not helping with my schedule, so please just do what I say so we can get this over with.” Taehyung snapped at him.

“Mr Kim.” You spoke softly, finally catching his attention. “I… I need a break, I, uhm, I came.” You stammered, embarassed and fearful that he’d get mad at you next.

“I see.” Taehyung pulled out of you and grabbed your hand, making you sit up. “You worked hard today, y/n.” He praised you, offering you a nearby blanket. “It is probably best that we cancel this shoot for today, it has been a long day for all of us. Let us start fresh tomorrow.” He turned at the staff. “Please clean up before you leave and turn off all the lights and machines.”

Minho left the room, you had a feeling that this was probably his last time here.

You wrapped the blanket around your body and watched as the staff did their job, then left the room one by one, until only you and the director were left.

You got dressed in the clothes that were given to you, before you slowly stepped closer to the director who was reviewing the video footage with an agitated look on his face.

His expression changed when he noticed you were nearing him.

"Is there something I can do for you, y/n?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Kim." You apologized.

"You don't have to apologize, it is not your fault. It is expected to happen.”

He was much nicer to you than he was to Minho.

“See you tomorrow.” You spoke up.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

[billfarrah]

One thing that’s really rubbing me the wrong way about some people’s reaction to the ending is the way people are talking about Wille. I see comments that essentially imply he is nothing without his privilege backing him, that he has no personality outside of his relationship with Simon and he’s gonna be in for a rude awakening after the ending when he realizes the attention on him isn’t gone just because he’s giving up the title of Crown Prince and life as a normal person isn’t going to be an easy or smooth road.

To me it seems like the message has completely gone over some people’s heads.

No part of me felt while watching the ending that everything is now resolved and Wille will live happily ever after without any adversity ever again… No?

The point is he finally has a choice where he ends up.

Wille literally explains this to the Queen in the final scene - that he’s never felt like he’s had a choice. He didn’t choose to be born into the royal family, and as he points out to his mother, neither did she. The public didn’t choose who inherits the crown. None of them chose it. Wille wants a choice. By staying in this role and doing what is expected of him simply because it’s his birthright is exactly what Wille is actively fighting against.

Another common thread I’ve seen thrown around is that Wille has no personality outside of Simon and I think people need to realize that one’s hobbies and interests do not define their personality. Wille very much has a personality and he had one before he met Simon - he’s always been the type to question the status quo and why things are the way they are. In season 1 episode 1, before Wille meets Simon, we see Wille scoffing at being made to mingle and pose for photos with people he doesn’t know and we see him telling Henry and Walter they’re allowed to have their own opinions when they mindlessly agree with everything he says. If anything, he starts losing this side of his personality because of the restrictions the crown puts on him. Wille falling in line with his expectations throughout the series takes him further away from this side of himself that’s always been there. We see how detrimental this is not just to his relationship with Simon, but with Wille’s relationship with himself. How exactly is Wille supposed to find what he’s passionate about when he’s consistently being told that these are the things he should care about, this is how he needs to look to the public? This is all a very intentional narrative choice to demonstrate why Wille staying in his role is detrimental to his mental health and his ability to grow personally.

The ending is not saying “everything is fixed now and Wille will have a totally adversity-free life with Simon.” Nothing is fixed and nothing is certain, but at least he made a choice. He’s going to stumble and he’s going to continue to make mistakes and a life path is not going to construct itself for him, but at least he now has a choice. He doesn’t have to pick a hobby or interest that’s considered suitable for him. He can get tattoos if he wants to. He can get married or not get married. He can have kids or not have kids. He can go to university and study whatever he wants, and yes, he will still have his family’s money. He’s not gonna be destitute and that is indeed a privilege that Wille is aware of. Should he stay in a role he doesn’t want simply and that makes him miserable because he’s privileged? For all we know, maybe his family will cut him off and he’ll literally be on his own, and that’s a risk he’s willing to take to be, in his mind, free.

The public is not suddenly going to lose interest in him, but at least he won’t have to concern himself with the royal court dictating how he and Simon act or appear. He will no longer feel like he needs to control how Simon conducts his social media presence. It’s very clear in s3 that Wille is not personally upset with Simon for posting the song or the picture with the little boy at the worker’s March - he smiles when he sees it - but that he’s worried what the royal court is going to think about it.

As far as the idea that Wille giving up the crown at the end was indeed for Simon because Wille has no identity without Simon, I really don’t think this is fair to say at all, because Wille was unhappy with his position even before he met Simon. He hated that he couldn’t even do something silly and reckless without issuing an apology. He hated that he had to uproot his entire life because he made a mistake and his family was trying to save his image in the eyes of the public. The thing is, before he met Simon, and before the events of the series, Wille didn’t feel like he had a way out, and funnily enough, that’s for the exact same reason people are dunking on him for now - because it’s the only way of life he knew. He didn’t see a way out and it’s through being with Simon that his extremely narrow view of the world gets challenged and he’s finally able to see a way out. Did Simon inspire him to do what he did? Of course he did. This entire concept is materialized through the scene where Simon tells Wille that he never had a choice who he was born as and that he sees how the monarchy makes him feel. To say that Wille gave it up for Simon implies, to me, that Wille would’ve been happy in the role if not for Simon, which I don’t believe is true. He’d still be miserable but perhaps feel less like he has the agency to do things about it. Getting to be with Simon at the end is certainly a big part of why he did it, but that also just kinda goes hand in hand with his own personal freedom, doesn’t it?

I find it kinda funny how much the internet preaches that it’s never too late to figure out who you are or what you wanna do and I see people acting like Wille is somehow doomed because he’s a 17-year-old without any interests or hobbies. Wille’s entire struggle is with having his life completely mapped out for him and it’s like with him giving up his role people are now questioning the fact that he doesn’t have an entire life mapped out for himself. I spent my time when I was 17 blogging on tumblr and doing nothing else and didn’t go to college until I was 24. I’m 29 now and I’m still learning what I’m passionate about. To treat Wille’s lack of hobbies or interests as some kind of moral failure or indicative of a lack of personality really, really bothers me and to me his lack of interests and hobbies has always been a very intentional writing choice, and the ending, if anything, gives him all the time in the world to figure that out. He might even develop an interest and then realize it’s not for him! The amount of people I know that went to college for what they thought they wanted to do then dropped out because they changed their mind, or graduated from school, couldn’t find a job, and then went back to school for something else is endless. This is all part of the human experience and it’s going to be an entirely new journey for him, but that part of his journey did not a part of this particular story, and in that way, the ending is open. It also helps that regardless of Wille’s wealth and privilege, education in Sweden is FREE.

In the end, the message of the ending is exactly what Boris said to Wille in season 2: we can’t choose who we are born as, but we can choose how we want to live, and that’s exactly what the ending is saying, and that’s what Edvin meant when he said the ending is open. Wille’s road is not suddenly going to be perfect and easy, but at least all of his choices, including his mistakes and struggles, can be entirely his own.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii! How’s ur day?^_^

My request is, what if the reader is nervous to confess to Stanford, and Mabel helps them?

If ur able to do this thank you, and I love ur fanfics!

I decide to be a little mean here, whether it’ll be a misunderstanding on your part for Ford’s reaction or not, I’ll leave it up to fate. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 right here

Mabel could tell immediately that you liked Ford but didn’t have the confidence to say anything to him in the slightest, and it disheartened the poor girl to see a potential romance that’ll never happen due to your fears of rejection.

So she decided that you needed the power of Mabel to gain the confidence to confess to Ford about how you truly felt because she knew deep down in her heart that Ford felt the same, he was just as awkward about as you were about his feelings.

(She may or may not have sneaked a peak inside his hours on his entry on you and felt as though she was reading a poem with how passionate he seemed to be about you, so much so it was enough to make her shed a tear)

‘But what if he meant all of that in a platonic way?’ You asked Mabel when she told you about the journal entry that she shouldn’t have read.

Mabel pouts and puts her bawled fists on her sides. ‘Is this the insecurities talking? You are amazing, fantastic, wonderful and a delight to have in someone’s life and Grunkle Ford would a stupid stupid head if he didn’t see the greatness you posses! Which he does and you should not let fear stand in the way of love!’ She exclaims as she dramatically posed, she really was Stanley’s grandniece that was for certain and undisputed.

‘Still, what would I even say to him?’ You asked as you sat down on the edge of your bed, holding your face in your hands. ‘I can’t just go up to him and say I like him, it’s too forward-‘

‘And totally not romantic nor memorable to tell your future descendants at all.’ Mabel adds which only made you flustered at the aspect that Mabel believed in your and Ford’s relationship that much, but Mabel always loved to look ahead to the future in an optimistic light, while taking great pride in having fun in the present with the people she cared about while she could before it was too late.

‘What if he finds me unbearable?’

‘Stop it with the what ifs!’ Mabel exclaimed as she walked over to you with a determined look in her eye, she had about enough of you looking down on yourself, and then using it as a scapegoat as to avoid confessing your burning feelings for her Grunkle Ford. ‘Ford likes you, I see it in his eyes when he looked at you, he looks at you as though you hung the stars in the sky! You take his breath away effortlessly and I see the way his cheeks get all pink when you compliment his turtleneck! What else could you probable want to be affirmed that he actually likes you!’

‘What’s going on in here, I could hear Mabel shouting from down the stairs, is everything okay?’ Ford asked when he opened the door to see you sat on the edge of your bed and Mabel looking as though her face couldn’t get any redder.

‘Yes every-‘ Mabel give you a pointed look and mouthed the words: tell him or I will.

You sighed and Ford only seems to grow more confused and worried about what he had walked in on by pure curiosity. ‘Y/n?’ He asked softly this time. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘I have something to tell you-‘ Mabel squeals ‘-alone.’ You finished all the while giving Mabel a pointed look as she pouted like a kicked puppy, she wanted to have a front row seat to the confession but she guessed outside the door would have to do for now as she shut the door behind her, leaving you and Ford alone like you wanted.

‘What’s wrong?’ Ford sat next to you, his beautiful eyes full of worry and concern as they flickered across your face as though he could see the things that were worrying you as though it was written across your forehead.

‘It’s nothing bad I promise it’s just that I…Ive been made aware of something that I fear might ruin our friendship.’ You said as you found yourself wanting to back away from actually confessing and leave it at that, but Mabel might as well have locked you both in the room for all you were aware until you actually did tell Ford that he tormented your heart in the best way possible.

‘I’m sure it won’t, there’s nothing that you could-‘

‘I really like you Ford, romantically.’ You blurted out as a silence befell the both of you that you swore you could hear a pin drop somewhere as you awaited the worst.

Ford looked at you for a prolonged period of time as though he was stuck in place and it only made your fears worsen when he had yet to say anything.

‘Ford? Say something please.’ You pleaded but what you weren’t expecting was for Ford to silently stand up and leave the room, closing the door behind him and soon enough you could hear your heart break as you heard him walk down the stairs, probably to go back to his lab for the rest of the day.

‘What happened.’ Mable asked as she walked back into the bedroom to see your broken state as you looked at her with a weak smile.

‘I lost him.’ You tell her before burrowing your head into your hands and for once Mabel didn’t know how to fix this…

[leeknowlover99]

Hihihii can you do stray kids reaction to reader wearing something very short for the first time can be nsfw 🫦 Thanks

sure! sorry it took so long :(

that was so much fun to write! hope you like it ;)

warnings: fluff, suggestive and explicit content, nicknames, tiny bit of angst, slight mention of insecurities

masterlist

chan

you and chan were going for a fancy date tonight to celebrate your promotion at work. you were meeting in the restaurant so you were getting ready on your own. yesterday you went shopping with your best friend and she persuaded you to buy a short red dress. the type you would never buy on your own. but when she make you try it on you thought it looked good on you. however now you felt a bit unsure, you thought that maybe it was a bit too much. but since you were running out of the time the only thing you could do was leave in that dress. you hoped Chan will like it. when you entered the restaurant he was already there waiting. you saw his gaze slowly slide down your body as you were approaching your table. this already made you blush. maybe it was a good choice after all. Chan stood up to greet you and kissed you, hands resting a bit lower on your waist than usually. “you look gorgeous.” he whispered in your ear before pulling out the chair for you. you noticed that he was a bit distracted through the whole dinner. you only realized why when waiter asked if you wanted a dessert and chan answered “no we’re good thank you”. and after you looked at him confused he whispered “we’ll have dessert at home baby” and winked at you.

minho

minho was sure you wore this skirt for the sole reason of pissing him of. after the argument you had last week you did not speak a word to him. and now you were both at Chan’s party, all evening you didn’t give him one look. but everyone’s eyes, including Minho were on you. tight black skirt hugged your butt perfectly. oh you knew how much Minho loved your ass. you also knew how possessive he was.he watched you have fun and flirt with others all evening but when some dude started to get too touchy with you he finally snapped. “execuse me, we need to talk” he barged into you and grabbed your arm. you did not even manage to react before he dragged you to an empty bathroom and pressed against the door. “what the fuck?” you frowned. “don’t ask stupid questions y/n. i know the game you’re playing” you gulped at intensity of his gaze. “i’m sorry, i really am. and i’m ready to commit. but right now you’re really pissing me off” so many emotions were mixed in his voice. you couldn’t find the right words to respond so instead you laced your arms behind his neck and pulled him for a passionate kiss. his tongue immediately found yours and hands started exploring your body. he quickly focused on your ass, grabbing, squeezing and spanking. “you call this funny piece of poliester a skirt, your ass was begging to be touched all night baby girl.”

changbin

you and Changbin started seeing each other in the winter time when it was absolutely freezing most of the time. it did not give you chance to wear skirts or dresses. but now when spring was around the corner you could finally dress better for your dates. today you were going to watch cherry blossoms, so you opted for a short white tennis skirt and blue sweater. you wanted to take some cute pictures. you saw Changbin eyeing you up when he picked you up but he didn’t say anything. you enjoyed the date and talked non stop. “Binnie look a photo booth! let’s take a pic!” you jumped excited. you couldn’t miss a chance to get some new shots with your handsome boyfriend. he agreed and you entered the small space. the booth was really tiny so you sat on a Changbins lap and started posing. however you noticed Binnie being tense. “hey relax, let’s do a hug” you prompted him and moved more towards him on his lap. “oh” that’s when you realized as you bare thigh rubbed around a very prominent hardness in his pants. “why are you hard?” you laughed. Changbin looked at your lap where your skirt was bunched up around your hips almost exposing your panties, he slowly rubbed circles on your thighs. “i just love your outfit princess, that’s all.”

hyunjin

it was your boyfriends birthday and you decided to surprise him. he loved your body, even when you couldn’t say the same. but with his help you were slowly becoming more comfortable and accepting with yourself. you still were far away from letting him paint or photograph you naked but you decided to take a next step. you’ve never worn anything short around him but now you bought a new mini skirt and wore it to your date. he definitely noticed greeting you his eyes wondered around your hips a little bit longer than usual. “ you look beautiful love” he whispered in your ear now. you came back to his place and you were making out on the couch. your mini skirt now hiked up as you straddled him. his large hands gently massaging your ass. “your body is so sexy, i was so hard when i saw you in that dress.” he hissed and you rocked your hips against his erection. “just like i am now. god what did i do to deserve such a pretty girl like you” he mumbled against your neck, licking and sucking on it. “i’m glad you enjoyed your birthday gift Hyun”.

jisung

you and Jisung had been dating secretly for about six months. since you were both idols you didn’t want any dating scandals and people getting into your business. sometimes you had to interact in music shows or award ceremonies. today was one of this days when both your groups attended same award show. it wasn’t a first time but you were super nervous. stylist decide to give you a sexy outfit today, short black dress hugging your body perfectly. you weren’t used to wearing clothes like that, your group’s concept was more boyish. you’ve never worn sexier clothes with Jisung either, when you were hanging out you usually tried to blend in and cover yourself best in the crowd so no one would recognize you. so now you were nervous for his reaction. you knew that he wore revealing clothes himself on the stage. maybe he won’t even notice you thought. however he definitely noticed. he kept staring at you, eyes wide and dark. he was being so shameless that you started to get worried that someone will notice. you excused yourself to go the bathroom and rest from his burning gaze a bit. as you were reaching for the door you heard his voice calling your name. “Y/N!” you turned around and saw Jisung running towards you. “Ji what are you doing? we’re not supposed to be seen together” you whispered. “i just can’t contain myself, you look so good, i’ve never seen you in a dress like that before” he mumbled pressing you against the door lightly. his eyes shined with both adoration and lust. you blushed. “someone will notice” you tried to protest. “i don’t care” he said and pulled you in for a deep kiss, his hands already playing with the hem of your dress.

felix

you and your boyfriend were invited to his parents house for dinner tonight. they wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary. you decided to dress a bit more fancy than usual. Felix put on a nice shirt and a tie. you recently found your old black dress. it was short but very elegant so you decided it is still quite appropriate for the occasion. Felix entered your bedroom and started looking around. “are you searching for something?” you asked. “yeah i can’t find my watch.” he said finally looking at you. “oh” he blushed. “what?” you asked checking yourself out in the mirror. you looked fine. your boyfriend approached you slowly eyes gazing at your exposed thighs. “i’ve never seen you wear such a short dress.” “is it too short?” you asked worried now. maybe you should change in something longer. “nah it’s fine. just a little bit distracting” Felix responded hugging you from behind. you chuckled and he leaned down to kiss you. at first his lips were sweet and gentle but after a while he became more desperate. his hands started roaming your body and pressing you against his hard on. “Lixie stop” you said a bit breathless from all the kisses. “we’ll crease our clothes and we need to leave soon” you tried to think rationally despite your boyfriend tempting you. “are you going to leave me like that?” he pouted pointed to his erection. “yes, we’ll have fun when we’ll be back, come on!” you protested.

seungmin

you met Seungmin in the dog shelter this summer, you were both students volunteering. you slowly started to get to know each other working long hours together. attraction was there from the beginning, in shy smiles and long conversations, although both of you were rather timid. after two months Seungmin finally gathered enough courage to ask you out. you agreed with pure joy in your eyes which made him a bit more confident. however you have never imagined that on your first date you’ll end up pressed against the cafes restroom door panties to the side, his bare dick deep inside of you hitting your sweet spot. “fuck Seungmin i’m gonna cum” you moaned clenching around him. “cum pretty, cream my cock” he grunted in between of messy wet kisses. and all of that happened because of that damn dress as he said. he could not resist you. after months of seeing you in dirty sweats and overalls you wore the flimsiest little sundress to your first date. and suddenly he did not have any willpower left, dragging you to the restroom in the middle of the date cause he just needed to have you.

jeongin

“look at that dress, it’s stunning” you boyfriend showed you a short sparkly piece of material. “it’s way to short for me and you know that” you dismissed it immediately. “come on, at least try it on. it will look great on you.” he insisted following you around the store. “fine” you agreed finally taking few other pieces with you to the fitting room as well. Jeongin followed you like an excited kid. it was so cute it made you smile. he patiently waited for you to change and gave his opinions on each piece. you left the dress for the end. surprisingly it actually fit you like a glove. yes it was dangerously short but you definitely liked how it looked on you. you must’ve been staring at yourself for a bit too long because jeongin peeked from behind the door and joined you. “wow y/n” he gasped eyes traveling down your body. “i told you it will look good.” his hands found their way around your waist as he was watching your figure in the mirror. “yeah i actually like it, should i get it?” you asked feeling brave now. “hmm” your boyfriend pretended to think about it while his hands rubbed your hips. “i’m not sure if i’ll be able to control myself if you will wear that in public” he whispered in your ear and nipped at your neck. you arched towards him and replied “is this such a bad thing?” slowly guiding his hand down your body between your legs. “no it’s not” he responded grinning and giving you exactly what you needed.

[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do - Part 4

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.

wc: 1372

“Hey Dora?” Danny asked from where he was sprawled out on the ground, exhausted from the training session with the other ghost. There was no denying that he was learning a lot from his sessions with her, but she did not hold back. His bruises would have bruises if he didn’t heal so fast.

“Yes Danny?”

“So, awhile back in one of my etiquette sessions with Princess Dorothea, we went over something, but I want to get your take on it too.”

“You mean you did not pay attention and now need me to fill in what you missed?” Pandora asked.

Danny was pretty sure she was smirking.

“No! I paid attention. I just— it doesn’t make sense with what I’ve experienced and I don’t want to messed this up.”

The other halfa’s haunt had felt horrible. While in it, Danny couldn’t wait to get out of there and as soon as he was out of the airspace the relief was instant. But the whole flight back to Amity Park that sadness he had felt at the center of the haunt weighed on Danny. It seemed so at odds with everything the haunt felt like.

It made him wonder what the other halfa was really like under that anger.

It made him think that maybe…

“Very well,” Pandora said, interrupting Danny’s thoughts. He was pretty sure her willingness was less that she believed him about paying attention and more that she was humoring him. He’d take what he could get. “What was this lesson about?”

“Entering another ghost’s haunts. Princess said you were supposed to introduce yourself, ask for permission to enter, and present a gift to the other ghost.”

She nodded along. “Yes, that is the polite way to go about it. Not doing so can be seen as a declaration of battle for many ghosts.”

“Right, that’s great,” Danny grumbled. He really, really hoped that the other halfa had liked the bathbombs. “If that’s the case, why does no one treat me that way? Like, none of the other ghosts asked for permission to enter my haunt or gave me gifts. I mean, I guess some of them introduce themselves. You know, ‘Oooooo I am the Box Ghost!’ and all.”

Pandora smiled at him. Yep, she was amused by all this. “Little King, why would they when you invited them?”

“What? No!” Danny sat up with a jolt. Every bit of his non-corporeal self protested the motion, but he was too thrown by the implication to care. “No I fucking did not invite them! Why would I invite them to wreck my home?”

Pandora raised a brow at him. “What do you believe the portal to be? It is a beacon of welcome.”

“I- what. No! I didn’t even— okay, I mean, yes, I was technically the one who turned the portal on, but I didn’t mean to and it’s my p—” Danny fumbled, swallowing back the hurt. “—Jack and Maddie were the ones who made the portal.”

“But you turned it on, as you said,” Pandora said. “Your very essence is linked to it. It resonates with your power.”

Danny groaned and fell forward to bury his face in his hands. His words of despair were muffled as he continued. “Okay, sure. That’s great. So I, what, declared to the whole ghost realm I was open for a war or something?”

Pandora’s laughter rang out at that, making Danny pry his head out of his hands to look at her incredulously. “No little one! Not to war, but to brawl!”

“What.”

“Brawling! A friendly clash of power and obsession and cores!” Pandora said enthusiastically, her hair flaring brighter for a moment in passion. Danny would swear she struck a pose. (Ghosts, they always found a way to be extra dramatic.) “Brawling is how many ghosts bond with each other. It is very invigorating and satisfies many’s cores.”

“So you’re saying,” Danny started, speaking slowly as he tried to gather his thoughts. His words sped up and got louder till he was almost yelling, “that, what, ghosts are just overgrown beta fish or something? That all of those times I’ve been attacked, all those times Amity Park has been attacked, was just another ghost having fun? Even Skulker? He wants to mount my skin to his wall!”

Pandora paused at that, considering it. “Well, perhaps not Skulker. All ghosts are not the same in motivation or kindness. Though now I am sure that he does not wish to truly harm you. If that is not the case than I will be having a talk with him.”

Her one hand tightened around her sword and her eyes flashed dangerously.

For a small, brief— super brief— moment Danny actually felt sorry for Skulker. The mood passed quickly.

“Right, okay,” Danny said, trying to control both his volume and temper. It wasn’t fair to snap at Pandora like that when she was just trying to explain things. “So a few ghosts like Skulker and Specter and the fruit loop aside, the other ghosts are just… play fighting?”

“Yes, for the most part I believe that to be true. Sometimes it is an attempt to fuel their obsession, but to brawl with you directly is an act of bonding. They are your friends, Danny,” Pandora said, her tone softening, “surely you know this?”

“I—”

Danny stopped to really think about that question. Johnny, Kitty, and Ember were like annoying siblings these days. Boxy the weird uncle someone had put up with over the holidays. Even Skulker wasn’t the worst anymore. Fright Knight he was getting along surprisingly well with in a sort of coworker way. And of course he liked all the Ancients.

“I… guess?”

Pandora came and knelt next to him, resting one of her hands on his shoulder. “What makes you doubt that, little king?”

He frowned and looked away from her with a little shrug. “I guess it’s just, you know, you almost get killed— you know, like, fully killed— by someone a few times and it’s a little hard to move them into the friend box.”

“Their drive in the brawls were not to kill you,” Pandora reminded him. She paused before adding, “Except perhaps Skulker. Whom I will be speaking with.”

“Sure, maybe, like, it’s not that I don’t believe you, Pandora, but it does change that they almost did? I…” He pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his head on them. It sucked to have to admit this to someone he really respected like Pandora. She was so strong and he was… “I know I’m the king to be now and I’ve fought a lot of really tough enemies, but when I was first starting out I wasn’t strong like this. I was really hurt in some of those fights. They may have been playing, but I was fighting for my life. Or I thought I was. I was so sure a few times that I might lose. And even if I beat them, I still had to escape being hunted by… anyways. Some battles were really close.”

“Little king, Danny,” Pandora said. She reached out and gently turned Danny’s face to look at her. “I cannot believe that they knew that. You have always fought with such vigor and life in all the fights that I have known you for. Perhaps with your skill and quips it was too easy to forget that you are still a very young ghost with a great deal of growing left to do. I will speak with them.”

Danny scrambled to stand as Pandora did, protesting, “No, I don’t want anyone to feel badly or—”

“Perhaps not, but it is something they deserve to know. And you deserve to have answers about their intentions. So I will speak with them, my King.”

“Not your King yet,” Danny said, grumbling to cover up how overwhelmed he felt by Pandora’s care.

“No, but one day you will be and my loyalty is already yours. Come though, for now we eat and go over our training from today to see how else we can improve.”

“Yes, Dora,” Danny said, letting himself be pulled along and putting the discussion behind him for now.

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AN: Aaaaand the beta fish part comes in! Hopefully this was decently cohesive! The artic front is doing me in and I sometimes lose words with bad headaches. This brings us to the end of chapter 2. I'd like to get at least one more done and everything rewritten before I start putting it up on Ao3. That might take a little because while I know where I want to get to (and have written some of it) I'm not sure the exact steps I want to take to get there. But it will get figured out I'm sure!

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[beemynumberone]

Thoughts about Coach Washijo’s granddaughter and the boys vball team in Shiratorizawa.

my haikyuu masterlist

Coach Washijo’s granddaughter is really smart (the only one of her cousins who got into shiratorizawa through grades mind you) 

But she doesn’t play a sport and prefers doing art

She’s in the art club

And she needs to complete a project for the school’s open house exhibition

She chose to do something on dynamic objects in everyday life

And of course, she needs a muse. Which she casually brings up in a conversation with her grandpa one day

The coach suggests that she use the vball team as a subject - they’re always bouncing around somehow, it’ll be a perfect way for her to explore movement and all that

And she’s like: why not, it’ll save her from having to work long hours in the hot sun too

The coach introduces her to the team

And thus begins her regular sit-ins during volleyball practice

And the guys start becoming super self-conscious

They’re worried they might not look “cool” enough

So for the first couple of sessions, all she sees is a bunch of guys mewling in her face, esp Goshiki - that guy looks super tensed up and slightly constipated

And their performance worsens too

So one day before the coach arrives, she plainly states to the team: “Don’t worry about looking lame or anything. I’ll paint what I see, and judging from the fact that you are already on the volleyball team, I’m sure you aren’t that lame.” 

And surprisingly, that really boosts the guys’ confidence 

The guys become truly focused in their game and she watches on in awe at the dedication and passion their have in honing their craft

And funnily, she has an eye for capturing fine details at first glance 

So when the team does their drills, she can pinpoint what exactly they are doing wrongly and specifically what they can improve in (?) 

If someone seems to be using less core strength than usual, not putting enough strength in their fingers, etc etc

It works to help the team, yknow 

Also, it gives the team major whiplash to see her be so casual with their usually grouchy coach 

Like once, she got the coach to pose so she could “make a sketch” for him

And she’d got the coach to make the sassiest poses everr (without any argument, btw)

”Yes, one hand on your hip, stick your hip out like this and lean your weight on this foot. Smile!”

The coach keeps the sketch btw 

It’s really cute 

She let the guys see the finished project before submitting it

She’d decided to bind all the paintings she’d made of the guys into a book, to be displayed on a stand at the exhibition

The guys swoon over it 

And they (mainly Ushijima) get really interested in art and painting and stuff because of her 

Tendou loves that she’d drawn him cute but kept his feral-ness

Ushijima doesn’t look that stone faced hallelujah 

Goshiki looks determined, anyone viewing the painting can definitely feel the raw passion and eagerness radiating from him

Shirabu doesn’t look sulky (for once)  

And secretly, she’d been painting a separate team portrait for the guys to keep

Which they treasure very much and hang up in the volleyball club room 

Still there till now with their slogan 

Irresistible force 

Pictures are from Pinterest!

^The first panel is how I think Coach Washijo would view the sketch of his sassy pose (feat Ushijima, cause I didn’t have the heart to cut the 2nd panel out)

^And this is Ushijima as a mushroom

(Can you tell who my favourite Haikyuu character is yet? :3)

[merbear25]

hey, I am currently really smitten with Corazon from one piece and unfortunately I have read all fanfics related to him there are. And so I will be more than happy if you maybe have time and will to write about Rosinant × fem reader (established and commited relationship where both reader and Rosinant are really nice people) where they are having smut time in their shared room and someone walk on them since Rosinant used his calm calm fruit power. But if you, whatever reason, dont want to write it, dont feel pressured :) Have a nice day

Hello! Thank you so much for sending this in! Rosi needs all the love he can get. I decided to take some creative liberties, so I hope what I’ve come up with is to your liking. 💜💜

There weren’t many either of you could consider yourselves close to. Despite the dangers that came with it, you both pursued a romantic relationship. Even though your love rang true, Rosinante couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt as a result of your connection to him—choosing to keep your love a secret. The moments of intimacy you shared were few and far between, but when you found the time, you blocked out the rest of the world, willingly losing yourselves in shared love and passion.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, some fluff, fingering, vaginal penetration, cream pie, light humor at the end.

Can’t have a moment’s privacy (Corazon)

You were everything he wanted but thought he didn’t deserve. The threat of the rest finding out about your affair and in turn the secret he’d been withholding was ever present. Scampering off in search of privacy was becoming increasingly riskier, but you couldn’t resist. You wanted to hold each other if only for a moment.

While you were walking down the hall, the loving tug of your hand led your eyes to your boyfriend. Rosinante put his finger up to his lips, sensing you were about to pose a question.

Motioning for you to follow him, you took a double-take around you before trailing after him. Leading you to a room in the back corners of the castle, he opened the door to introduce you to the project he’d been working on.

With the door shut and his devil fruit power activated, he asked in a hushed tone, “What do you think?” His voice held a twinge of uncertainty.

Candles had been placed to illuminate the stone walls, offering warmth to the otherwise dead-cold atmosphere. The incense did well to cover the musk, heightening the senses. There  were rose petals laid out in intricate patterns, giving an invitation to make oneself feel at home.

“It’s wonderful,” you whispered.

His arms wrapped around you and his head rested upon yours. “I’m so glad, dear.”

Turning yourself to face him, you cupped his cheek. His hand rested on yours, while your eyes explored the depths of your mutual connection. You leaned up to kiss him and were met half-way. Soft lips parting, your tongues lightly tangling with the other’s, and your hands wandering over each other’s bodies: with such few opportunities to enjoy intimacy, you nearly forgot what the other felt like, what they tasted like.

Rosinante gently urged you to sit down. “Take a seat, my darling.” 

You felt so much more dwarfed as he hunched down to kiss you. Kneeling down, his kisses migrated to your neck, down your chest, then to your abdomen. With his hands kneading your thighs, massaging the inner parts of them, he looked up at you as if pleading.

“I want to taste even more of you. May I?” 

The flush pickled your cheeks at his gentlemanly request. You nodded, a shy smile gracing your appearance.

You shifted your hips so as to help him slip your pants off. He took your underwear off with it, allowing his eyes to fall on your beauty easily.

Your heart pounded as his caress worked up your inner thighs. His thumb rubbed your slit, gingerly focusing on your clit as if he were touching something so delicate and rare.

It’d been far too long since the last time you were intimate. The trembling and gasping was impossible to suppress—thank god for his devil fruit. You saw no reason to hold back. The opportunity to allow yourself to live in the moment was few and far between.

With your gasps turning into moans, he pressed his lips against your aching core. His tongue made itself at home between your folds, particularly around your sensitive bundle of nerves: swirling, sucking, his breath hot against your skin.

Not wanting to risk hurting you, he started stretching you out with just one finger. Your body took to it readily—eager for more. With the spasming of your walls and arching of your back, he knew you could take more. Burying his fingers deep inside you, he lapped up each wet quake you gifted him with.

“Please,” you whimpered. “We don’t know how long we have.” Your voice was laced with a budding sadness for the reality you lived in.

“I want to feel all of you, Rosi,” you begged.

“Oh, darling, come here.” The affection held in his voice further casted out the prior chill of the room.

Planting a firm kiss on your lips and letting your passion linger between them for a moment longer, he positioned himself in between your legs. His heart racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins: he wasn’t sure how long you had or how long he would be able to last, but oh how he missed moments like this.

Barely pressing into you and he already had you tossing your head back. Seeing you in such an intense trance of euphoria so quickly—he couldn’t help but smile out of relief. He wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he was going to.

Pushing deeper, he began pumping: slowly and deliberately. Despite your eagerness, you still had limits, ones which he was more aware of than you at that moment.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned while your body welcomed him. “So good for me, baby.”

With his pace quickening, each thrust brought on more and more intense surges of ecstasy. You were so wound up that you were already on the verge of snapping.

He was well aware of it—feeling you clamp around him out of desperation the nearer you came to the edge.

“I love you so much!” You cried out. Your sobs filled the rooms, being accompanied by the sound of wet skin slapping.

‘I-I love you too,” he gasped from the build-up reaching its peak. “Ah-ha! Fuck!”

Forcing himself deeper, your body followed suit. The sensation of you reaching your climax after him, squeezed out every lingering feeling of desire.

“Holy shit!” He cursed his body convulsing from the sudden rush.

With no more than a moment to collect yourselves, your eyes fell behind him to the open door. Panicking, you slapped at his thigh and called his attention to it.

The rear end of the maid pushing herself into the room as she swept gave both of you a fright you never wanted to experience.

You covered your face in hopes of her not being able to report to anyone or gossip, but Rosinante wasn’t as quick to act. He stared at her, eyes as wide as dinner plates as the maid turned around only to be faced with an unprecedented sight.

Luckily, she immediately apologized and shielded her eyes so fast that there was little chance she had enough time to remember any details.

After the door slammed shut, he let out a sigh of relief.

“You didn’t lock the door?” You berated him.

[sorryseraphim]

It took him a few weeks to visit this particular area of his gallery after wallowing from grief. After he had himself elevated the title of Lord, he didn’t immediately make haste in moving his items to Wyrm’s Crossing; it felt lonely and empty, knowing he wouldn’t be able to share it with Helene. Her sudden disappearance brought back terrible memories of his past, the feeling of abandonment and fear, but mostly sadness threatening to devour him whole.

As he stood there, pulling the covers off an unfinished canvas, her words echoed in the back of his head, vividly remembering how her eyes thinned staring at him; for a moment, Enver thought she would refuse again to his request despite her already sitting behind the canvas. The painter sat quietly behind them, waiting for his signal to start with the painting, pretending to prepare the colors in his palette as Enver assured Helene; he was fully aware that she wouldn’t agree to have herself painted; after all, being the high priestess and leader of a murder cult requires privacy. 

“Just the one. I won’t pose for any portraits or nonsense again.”

Soothing her shoulders as he gazed upon her, he spoke softly. “Just one. I promise.” 

“Fine. Do I need to do anything?” He remembered her asking, a smile creeping up his face as she started narrating how when she received word from Enver about an “urgent” matter that morning, she came running to his estate to heed his call. He remembers walking back to the painter’s side, who is now holding a brush, its tip wet with paint the color of pearl, just right to represent her pale skin.

“Just sit down straight. Straighten your back as if you’re about to attack me.” He replied playfully, making her smile a little. Her repressed smiles, which he particularly cherished the most, meant she was genuinely amused but too stubborn to admit. The memory of his eyes drifting from the painter's fluid strokes back to her sitting stoically, legs crossed, face unmoving in front of him brought another rush of pain across his chest. 

“Helene, look at me.” He remembered calling her attention when her gaze drifted miles away, staring at nothing momentarily. Blinking rapidly as she focused back on his face, an exchange of smiles and sighs filled the room until the painter finished her bust.  He should have known those were signs of distress on her part. She had addressed a few times then that she could feel her gut stirring to an “unknown threat” dawning upon her that she was yet to discern. He had brushed it off then, and now regret flooded his insides, drowning him with the memory of her last day.

The way she stood beside the painter after, eyeing the portrait’s finished portion of her face, crept to him once more. How her brows furrowed, and her lips pursed, slowly curling into a smile washing over him. 

“You need to add more freckles. I think.” Helene said, looking at him, ignoring the painter’s shaky hands as she stood close to him. 

“It’s not yet finished. You really need to work on your patience.” Enver replied with a smile, crossing his arms in front of him as he watched her walk up to him. Her heels echo in the quiet of the room. 

“What is this portrait even for? You never told me.” He remembers her asking quickly, just a hint of suspicion and amusement with his sudden request. 

“You’ll soon see. For now, you have my immense gratitude. You can go back to your duties.” He smiled reassuringly at her, a hand reaching out to hers, kissing it gently before she left. 

Now that the memory finished flooding back, feeling defeated as he stared blankly at the unfinished portrait, so were the many things he regretted not telling her. He should have told her how he cherished her loving touches as they lay at night after a moment of passion. How her laughter filled his chest with joy, he couldn’t remember ever having. And, of course, she always had a way of showing her unyielding passion for him, if not with words. 

It will never be finished, he thought as he draped the covers back. How will it ever be finished? The lady in the canvas will never have the chance to wear the white dress he had dreamed of seeing. Nor would he hear the vows spoken in front of a cleric, promises they had only said to one another between the sheets and in secret to bind them for eternity officially. 

Enver’s heart will never be complete. So is the wedding portrait he kept in the darkest part of his gallery.  

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party:Helluva Halloween

An Imp & a Vampire

Moxxie and Millie didn’t usually have much reason to go up to th living world around this time of the year but ion this occassion, they’d decided to take a date night on Halloween up to the surface to see an incredibly rare blood moon. The pair just making their way through the streets and having a nice time overall, it was small wonder most demons took advantage of this event to walk around freely without the need for disguises. However Millie was starting to get "hungry", her studly hubby recognising that distinct gleam of lust in her eyes, always a good indication just how much she needed him then and there and so the two decided to head to an old local haunted house to sate her appetite. The two sneak into an abandoned home, ready to start making out to build up the mood but when an unexpected sound gets their attention, they split up to find he source.

Now you can’t really blame the two for missing the distinct common red flags in horror movie tropes, after all they were demons, not drugged up or drunk horny teenagers. Besides which and yes this may sound ironic, it wasn’t like this place could actually be haunted. Yes obviously the concept of heaven and hell validated the existence o souls snd the afterlife with limbo in between so as far as Moxxie was concerned, how could there be ghosts to haunt the land of the living? So as far as the thespian possum was concerned, thinking to himself as he searched in on his side of thing, this was likely some idiot pulling hoax like in those old HB cartoons or some noisy squatted.

Suddenly Moxxie hears a scream and runs towards to find Millie, looking unharmed yet just standing completely still, staring vacantly into space. As he began trying to get her out of this state of paralysis, he senses a presence, turning to see what could only be described as Elvira, mistress of the dark if she were a thicc sexy black woman, standing on the ceiling. And damn did she have quite the figure on her with the way her dress really hugged that body and yet all Moxxie could think was….that he really wondered if maybe an actual ghost might’ve been easier to handle. Suffice to say, he had a feeling that this was going to be one of those sort of nights.

??:”Hey there cutie, name’s Wilhamena, nice to meet’cha…..”*She playfully spoke, greeting him before she pounces from her spot on the ceiling, pulls him into her arms, gives him a big kiss, and smothers him with her amazing breasts. After a brief bout of putting him through marshmallow heaven & hell, she pries the impboi from her chest, her red eyes twinkling with a recognisable glow of hazy lust, glowing violet and pink hearts fading in and out as she spoke up.*”A little forward I know, it’s just that during a blood moon a vampire's desires shoot through the roof and my husband and daughter have gone away, putting as much distance between me and them as possible. Now her desires have gone wild and she needed to be sated with some erotic passion.

Moxxie knew this was a rock and hard place sort of situation, the easy way or the hard way sort of thing but agreed to oblige the vampiric MILF if she freed his wife from the hypnotic stupor to which she smiled and promised she will do so at sunrise. With that all said and done,she took Moxxie with her as she flew off down towards the basement where a king sized coffin bed waits, throwing the little possum on over snd causing him to land in the the comfy mattress. The imp shaking his head before looking at the MILF vampire as she stripped naked, eyes widening at the sight of that exotic mocha complexion and that thicc, curvy body being laid bare on display. The horny bloodsucking bitch in heat sensually giggling as she shit a wink and a smile, blowing a kiss his way as she struck a pose in her spider-web style lingerie before that too was soon removed to give Moxxie a grand view of her in all her nude glory.

Wilhamena:”I’m flattered you definitely like what you see handsome but seems unfair for me to be the only one naked, don’t you think?”*Soon as she said that, she made her way on over to him, looming like a predator set to corner snd toy around with their prey. Licking her lips erotically as she grasped and started to strip Moxxie of his adorable little outfit, which she had to say made him look oh so dapper. Looking eager like she was unwrapping a present with every layer removed, the boxers left for last as she peeled them off his well toned legs. A gasp of sensual delight as she laid her crimson eyes on his erect cock, looking owl ready for her personal pleasure and to think she would find a little fellow like this to be as well endowed as her husband and thst man was a beast, literally!!*

The next thing Moxxie knew, Wilhamena was all over him as she caressed his thighs while she went all in on performing intense fellatio. Her blood Ruby red eyes glowing with pink lust hee arts as she deepthroated his shaft, licking and sucking as she made the tiny gentleman feel like her mouth was an oral pussy. Her tongue licking away at the length and girth as she played kisses at the base, her arousal being fuelled by the taste if his pre on her tongue. Which only made her want to have this imp fuck her all the more as the blood moon shine through the windows, bathing the basement in quite a sensual crimson glow.

But of course any awkwardness or hesitation on Moxxie’s part crumbled away against the onslaught of Wilhemena’s foreplay, leading him to return the favour. The vampiric hottie feeling like she was seeing heaven as she laid on her back, grasping the imp’s horns as he had his face between her juicy thighs with his mouth latched onto her snatch. His quite gifted tongue working its way into her folds as he drank up her love nectar, making the bloodsucking babe curl her toes and arch her back. Orgasms surging through her as her already high level of arousal skyrocketed, making her want him all the more to make some sweet, hot fuck.

But of course once the mutual foreplay had concluded, she and Moxxie proceeded to get down right to business in cleaning her of her blood moon heat, the sounds of the vampire's scream and moans keeping away any passers by who overheard them. The women among them and the neighbours within the area sighing in envy at how good the MILF must be getting it right now and why the men in their life couldn’t be that good. Some of the younger ones simply thought it was just the haunted looking house proving it was indeed so, but hey ignorance is bliss, right? Especially with all those sounds like a poltergeist was trashing the place but ooh if they knew the truth….

It was more precise to call it a poltergasm and a sexorcism as the basement echoed with the primal rhythm of a vampire woman and her little imp man making red hot fuck. The undead MILF clasping hands with her little gentleman as she rode him cowgirl style, tires bouncing snd ass jiggling to me his thrusting hips. Her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she and Moxxie showed no signs thus far of slowing down at the slightest. Leaning down to kiss the gifted little love machine passionately before they shifted into another position in their bloodmoon rut marathon.

It was in the midst of their fuckathon that Millie found the hypnosis stun wearing off, the wrath shortstack wondering what happened before she picked up the sounds she knew all too well. Following the noise to the basement where she found her husband balls deep in Wilhamena as he fucked her doggy style, the vampire sex bomb looking her way as she was clearly inviting her to join in. An invite Millie gladly accepted as she stripped and got right into the fray, making it a full on threesome. The vampire MILF drowning in ecstasy as she became the chocolate cream filling in a red imp sandwich going all long into this crimson light soaked night.

By dawn, the sun slowly rising to peek over the skyline, clad in a bathrobe, fully satisfied and back to her more cheerful casual self was sending the exhausted but happy imps on their way, with some new contact information provided to them and Moxxie's face covered with lipstick marks. Suffice to say she already looking forward to the next time around, especially if they knew any ladies her husband could enjoy. Which reminded her, she was definitely going to tell him all the juicy details soon as he and Enid got home. That man could really get going once you got him all riled up.

to say nothing of some of her lady friends who she knew would looove to meet and get to know her new imp friends. Especially Moxxie, who now that she thought about it had seemed quite familiar somehow. As back in her basement boudoir, in a coffin style book case could seen a few dvd and Blu-ray titles which bore the logo of a certain hell based porn company. Proudly stating their main star, known only as….Mysterious M….

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Lust Resort?!

On this fine halloween night, we find our trio of misfit killers for hire in the living world out on another job, which has them checking out this old abandoned multi-story resort. Their client, a ghost hunter so he claimed, was killed there and wanted revenge thinking it was his partner responsible for sending him to death and who is said to still be holed up there. All the same Moxxie was just looking to get this over and done with, since as has been mentioned before, he doesn't believe in ghosts. There is heaven or hell, there is no in between except the limbo of neither world where you had to do your time as a civil servant….long story there but point was that dead was desd and souls went on rather than linger on The mortal coil.

All the same Moxxie just wanted to get the job done so he and Millie could go enjoy their more personal fun, especially if Blitzo would start making wisecracks about any so called haunting. Honestly it was as disturbing as it was annoying how the guy could take anything and make sexual remarks about it. As they check out the place, floor by floor searching for the guy, they do notice some unusual happenings, something suddenly knocked over, a sudden whisper or howling breeze, but Moxxie brushed them off, this was an old place after all.

Part way through their search, the IMP trio opted to cover more ground by splitting up and looking through sections of the hotel. When he reached what had once been the main office of the manager, Moxxie suddenly found himself grabbed by the hand of an actual ghost!! Suffice to say the little possum was no doubt going to have to reevaluate his world view quite a bit after this as he found himself thrown to a seat which spun around a bit before it settled down. Having face none other than the spectre…herself?!!

Her indeed as Moxxie beheld the transparent ectoplasmic lowing form of a very curvy female ghost who was rocking a hairdo that woild make Marge Simpsons and the bride of Frankenstein blush. Introducing herself as Hellen Gravely, she explained how she was once the chief receptionist of this resort, until she’d died after her husband caught her having an affair with a bellhop. Not her fault the blowhard was a failure in bed and didn’t hold a candle compared to that cutie. Who she felt Moxxie rather reminded her of and how it’d been far, far too long since she felt and enjoyed the touch of a real man….

Moxxie knew a red flag when he saw it as he shot up out of the chair and scrambled for the door only to find it was locked and soon gets grabbed by Hellen once again who proceeds to get right into have her wicked way with moxie. Using her powers as a ghost, she telekinetically stripped his clothes off and mounted him to start getting down on him like a carnival ride. Meanwhile, IMP’s target hears Helen's moans and goes towards the source, getting caught and killed by blitz and Millie who ambushed him as they throw him down an elevator shaft. Listening as he fell down the shaft screaming until he hit the ground with a distinct splatter and crack, signalling the deed had been done.

Once that had concluded, Millie went to go find Moxxie while Blitz in one of his few instances of forward thinking goes to destroy any security cameras that might still be working. He didn’t want a repeat encounter DHORKS if thy so much as caught a hint of evidence they’d been around here and thinking they were planning weird shit with ghosts. Following the peculiar haunting moans, Millie found the manager’s office and found the door locked, much to her annoyance. A quick pick of the lock with one of her knives, she’d kicked it open to find herself witnessing quite the show before her.

Right then and there was her husband, balls deep in a Quite sexy as fuck ghost woman of all things!! Her beehive like hairdo becoming an undone mess like she’d just been soaked in shower, her ectoplasmic face an expression of raw primal ecstasy. It was clear they’d been going at for quite and Millie had come right into a point wherein Moxxie has finally managed to turn the tables on Hellen. Having her bent over the desk as he plowed her plow like the bitch in heat she pretty much was at this point and oh it was clear she was loving every moment of it.

How she was loving it indeed, feeling the raw passion and pleasure she’d not felt in forever since her tragic demise. Those wild, intimate encounters in the arms of her beloved bellhop, that boy had the face of an angel but the cock of a sex god and the drive of a wild beast. It’d had all been such a wonderful thing until that fat lazy bastard had to go ruin it all and kill her to boot!! The sweetheart survived of course but now here she was stuck hanging this place and along came this sweet little possum. So very much like her boy toy and ducked just as good….

Millie knows she should intervene but this wasn’t exactly a life or death situation happening right here. No sir, this was her man once again stepping up like the stud she knew he could be, so Damn good that even the soils of the horny dead wanted some from him. Sensually biting her lip as she shamelessly played with herself, cheering her man on as he kept rocking Hellen’s afterlife. This was definitely Something to share with the gals on the group chat but getting them to believe her was a different story……

Every second and minute passing on with no signs of stopping, the walls and floors were becoming soaked with a different sort of ectoplasm. The ghost woman screaming with wanton abandon as she relished this one final moment of true, intimate sexual passion. And then it finally happened as the imp stud finally came inside of her, his man juice becoming energy which filled snd flowed inside of her. It was truly as a climax Helen finally lets out a rapturous scream as she began to fade away out of existence as if she suddenly seemed to pass on.

Moxxie wasn’t sure if that had all been just a dream, all he knew was that he was naked, covered in Somethjping wet, warm and slimy and oh hey there was his wife. Who of course pounced in him for sloppy seconds, licking and sucking him off clean, all horny from her voyeurism show of her man fucking a ghost woman into the great beyond. The imp couple having a quickie before they were presentable again, Meeting back up with Blitzo who wondered where they’d been. Suffice to say, hey felt it no needed to tell him about wha happened, woild he eben believe it? Back in Hell, sometime after that quite eventful Halloween, Moxxie and Millie were just enjoying some R&R in the office when suddenly get a call on the IMP phoneline. Answering it only to be greeted with the voice Helen herself asking for some more fun. Yeah figures given the circumstances and tricky issues with souls and how they lived and died, she wound up in Hell. Not that she minded since it meant a chance to meet Moxxie again.

It so happened she licked winding up in Pentagram Town where she was now working as assistant manger at the Happy/Hazbin Hotel. Seems Charlie felt she was a good candidate for redemption plus her experience working at a resort made her ideal for such a job. Truly Hell I what You make of it and Hellen was proof of that. How sweet it is….

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Drain-dead 13?!

Moxxie would say this about Mr.Sketch among a couple of things was that he was a damn better boss than Blitzo and knew how to ensure fair treatment of his employees. Be they part of the production crews or among the many men and women who made up his talent roster, the flaming skull-headed Enigma liked to see those under his wing were taken care of hence why the studio grounds had a wealth of leisure facilities on hand. From a well stocked and catered cafeteria to an Olympic sized swimming pool, even a full on hair and make-up salon with a bevy of beauticians able to make even a haggard Frankenstein's monster looking hoe look like a Franken-FINE!! It was during his first ever trip to said salon of course that he would meet one of its workers, a vampiric Vixen by the name of Vivi whose Wrath sounding accent certainly accentuated her exotic, stunning good looks. Frankly Moxxie should've known it was a red flag when Mr.Sketch, who'd brought him over here personally to get him looking good and prepped for one of his first shoots as a new SFP star, had seemed annoyed that she was among the few available to do the deed.

so of course Sketch had to relent and leave Vivi to handle the job of prettying Moxxie, not that he wasn’t already good for a camera of course but show biz ya know? Shooting her a quick “I’m watching you” gesture, he took his leave as he had other matters to attend to while Moxxie sat in a styling chair to await Vivi getting to work. Suffice to say, he had a feeling she was going to make the most of this opportunity if that big smile on her Ruby red lips was anything to go by. Her sharp fangs gleaming as she licked up a comb and scissors snd got right down to work.

So far so good of course, nothing too out of the ordinary as she started off with a little shampoo and conditioning. Followed up with a simp,e trim and cut of his well styled hair, even giving his horns a little polish an filing for good measure. Then doing the same to his hooves and nails, she was certainly being a professional and doing a damn good job of it. It made him wonder what Mr.Sketch had been so concerned about with the vampire, she seemed friendly enough and that accent of hers reminded him of Millie.

Vivi then instructed him to close his eyes as she draped a warm towel over his face, telling him to relax as she was now going to give him a massage. Seems she was also a spa masseur if that was anything to go by, as she gave his feet a quick rub then moved along his legs. THEN came the every telltales of the zip of his fly being undone, his cock clearly being fished out of the confines of his boxers snd engulfed in Something very wet and warm. Muffled moans vibrating around his shaft as he recognised the distinct sensations of fellatio being done to him.

Yes indeed with the warm towel as a makeshift blindfold, Vivi was indeed sucking Moxxie’s dick, her blue face flushed with a blush of arousal and her Ruby red lips wrapped around his shaft. Eyes glowing with clear lust as she bobbed her head up and down like a lewd metronome. Lipstick marking rings around his the length and girth as she got deeper until she was fully deepthroating him. Purring with delight as she felt the imp’s hips buck out of reflex, working snd riling him up with the need to rut.

The next thing Vivi knew, to her shock and surprise, Moxxie grabbed her Afro like mane of hair and was suddenly piston pumping his hips like a jackhammer. The vampire southern Belle clearly not having expected such a cutie to be such a beast and yet here she was feeling him penetrate her throat. His balls smacking her chin as it seemed her little oral surprise had flipped a few mental switches. Snd yet he had only just begun….

Many of the salon workers simply shook their head in bemusement as they heard Vivi’s sensual cries and moans through the doors of her private parlour. It wasn’t often Vivi had the tables turned in her but would serve her right after how she often had her way with the newcomers. There was a reason why Mr.Sketch had been wary about her, oh she was a talented stylist but she was also still a horny bitch of a vampire. And Moxxie wasn’t the first or last guy she ambushed but he about make her the victim for a change.

Indeed within the parlour, Vivi was getting her unlike world rocked six ways to Sunday, her and Moxxie both naked as he had bent over the make uo counter. Fucking her from behind as Moxxie was grunting nd growling like an animal, grasping those luscious hips of hers. Her blue skinned booty jiggling and clapping with the impact of their loins smacking together. Her face and titties pressed and rubbing up against the mirror as her hair was a mess and her mascara ran like black inky tears.

And how she loved every damn second of it, it wasn’t often Vivi found herself topped like this. She was used to being the predator and the new boy toys hired on the studio her prey, especially the ones who seemed still like inexperienced virgin boys. But this was no scared little vanilla boy here, he was a red velvet devil’s food cake with some major cream filling. And she was about to get a real good taste of it all.

Every few seconds passed into minutes as Moxxie kept fucking her from having her up against the wall to making her bounce in his lap as he sat back in the styling chair. The sugar and honey smooth vampire stylist looking more whorish and slutty than the porn stars when they were in action for a scene, her blue undead booty sporting red handprints from Moxxie spanking it. Orgasms hitting her one after another until she howled as she felt a big one hit from him blowing his load inside of her, chasing her to fall into a naked, sweaty and cum soaked slump on the floor. The imp recovering in the afterglow as he looked at the results of his handiwork, wondering if he’d be in trouble.

Moxxie wouldn’t have to wait long for an answer as the door to the private parlour unlocked and opened, revealing the salon receptionist and Mr.Sketch along with his personal assistant. Deadpan expressions in their face as they glanced down at the shameless, pleasure overloaded vampire. Yeah it was clear they had a feeling she would pull a stunt like this, wasn’t the first or last time. The flaming skullheaded Enigma looking his way as he snapped his fingers.

Sketch:”Pam, get a towel and take Moxxie to the spa, get him showers,then bring him back here and make sure it’s Cathy whi takes care of his styling.”*The assistant nodded as she did just that, leading the towel clad imp off and away, reassuring him he was just fine. The skullhead then looked to the receptionist and instructed her in turn.*”Have this mess get cleaned up then take this treacherous little hoe off to the punishment room. You hear that Vivi? You’re getting a train run on you!! I give you one job and you can’t help yourself can you?”*He threatens the vampire with was clearly going to be some erotic torture. Call it futilebut it was either this or kill her and good stylists were hard to come by.*

Vivi of course considered it totally worth it after a lay like that but she definitely needed another dose of Moxxie love after that. Maybe getting into Mr.Sketch’s good graces would help if she offered the security footage of their rut? As for Moxxie, there was no further incidents after that little Salon liaison but Something told him encounters like that would happen plenty of times. But hey at a porn studio when wasn’t it likely, right?

[magmagicstyle]

EASIER (B)

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Edward is an asshole… BUT THAT’S NOTHING NEW AT THIS POINT… Some insults, and violence but nothing too exaggerated... Also! We kinda hate Bella but not really, because let’s be honest… Edward is kinda a manipulative bitch. Unhealthy relationships (Bella and Edward).

Pairings: male!reader x The Volturi kings.

“Very well, my dear, we shall do as you want.” Aro finished the exchange by getting closer to you and caressing your face, smiling when he noticed how you were thinking of him and his brother in unholy positions, just to avoid giving the plan away. Then he leaned towards you and kissed your lips with passion before pulling away and looking at you with a devilish but comforting smirk. “We trust you, darling.”

Every time that you say you're gonna leave

That's when you get the very best of me

You know we need it like the air we breathe, air we breathe, yeah

I love you so much that I hate you right now

it's so hard to blame you cause you're so damn beautiful

So damn beautiful

After your kings decided to trust you with the task of managing the whole newborn situation, they decided that it was time for you to have a guard on your own. In their words, it was like a special guard, formed by only the best of the best. Vampires that wouldn’t doubt at the moment of killing anything that could pose a treat to you, and that wouldn’t think twice before dying for you -even if you didn’t like that idea as much as the killing one-.

That took you to the exact moment where you stood in the middle of the grand hall of the Volturi castle, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, you were flanked by Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the three reigning kings of the Volturi and your fated mates. In front of you, a bit closer to the main door of the grand hall, the loyal and esteemed members of the Volturi guard stood. They were the vampires that your mates had designated to protect and defend you. You already knew Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix and Nikolas. There was a face that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting before. His name was Raine from what you heard before in the hallways and between whispers, hopefully, you weren’t mistaken. All the vampire’s eyes were filled with a mixture of respect and affection. Something a bit surprising since you hadn’t interacted with the last two mentioned.

Raine, seemed to have a commanding presence and unwavering loyalty, you didn’t need to look at him too long to feel that. He stepped forward, and his gaze met yours, and, just like that, as easy as breathing (even if you didn’t have to) a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was comforting, like a silent reassurance of the bond you shared. At that exact moment, you understood that Raine was going to be more than a member of the guard; he would become your protector, your confidant, and maybe with time, he would be like a brother to you.

"I know you haven’t interacted as much or well… never, so… Allow me to introduce Raine," Aro declared, his smooth voice reverberating through the hall, accompanied with a deep and amused chuckle. "A formidable warrior, devoted companion, and beloved mate to our esteemed guard, Nikolas. His unwavering dedication to the Volturi and to your safety knows no bounds. So, we are sure that you will be safe with him…"

The weight of Aro's words hung in the air, affirming the significance of Raine's role not only as a member of the guard but as your protector. Raine inclined his head with pride, his eyes never leaving yours, silently reaffirming his commitment to your well-being.

Jane, the petite yet powerful force within the guard, stepped forward next. Her gaze, filled with respect and admiration, swept across the room, acknowledging the honour bestowed upon her to protect you. Her loyalty to the Volturi and her unwavering dedication to your safety was unmatched.

"You already know Jane," Marcus announced, his voice laced with reverence. "So, we hope that you know that her unwavering loyalty and exceptional abilities make her an invaluable asset to our cause. So, as your protector, she will ensure your safety with her unique gift and unyielding determination."

“Of course, my love… Jane is always welcome with me… She’s aware of that, and she knows that I’m always grateful for her presence and company…” You said softly while looking at the young girls with a warm smile.

Jane's eyes met yours, reflecting a profound understanding and shared experiences. She knew the depth of your bond with the kings and the magnitude of the responsibility entrusted to her. Not only that, but she personally appreciated you. You were like a comforting parental figure and mentor. You calmed her down when her emotions got the better of her and you encouraged her to practice with her powers. Meanwhile, you, in her gaze, found reassurance that your safety was in capable hands.

Alec and Demetri followed suit, they didn’t need any introduction at all, their presence commanding and their commitment unwavering. They had proven themselves time and again, earning their place within the guard and their role as your protectors. Besides, they were also your friends, always willing to talk with you in your free time or just spend with you the few minutes your mates were busy with they royal duties. The loyalty and shared experiences of the two vampires cemented the unbreakable bond that tied them to you. With his unwavering strength and fierce determination, Felix stood tall beside his comrades. His role as a guardian extended beyond physical protection; he was a steadfast companion, ready to shield you from any threat. The trust you had built with Felix over the time you were in the castle made him an integral part of your journey. From the moment you met, he acted like a caring and annoying older brother, always ready to mess with you and protect you when necessary.

And then there was Nikolas, a seasoned member of the guard, his wisdom and experience enriching the group dynamics. Nikolas had been by your side for countless moments, and his loyalty was never tested, because it was so obvious that he believed in the king’s rules and laws that he never need to be put in trial for anything. He was one of the oldest members of the Volturi, so obviously, his guidance and presence carried weight within the guard.

"These are your protectors," Aro proclaimed, his voice filled with pride and reverence. If you could compare your amazing mate to something else, you would think of a child in Christmas morning, when he knows he was able to get the perfect gift for someone. "They have been chosen not only for their exceptional skills and unwavering loyalty but for the love and devotion they hold for you. Together, they form a formidable force, bound by their duty to safeguard your well-being."

Of course, as Aro's words echoed through the hall, a sense of gratitude and warmth enveloped you. This guard was not merely a group of protectors; they were going to be your family, bound by love and a shared purpose. Each member was starting to play a unique role in your life, and you only hoped that with time their presence would turn into a testament to the strength of the bond you were feeling between you and them.

Stepping forward, Aro extended his hand toward you, a gesture of camaraderie and trust. You took his hand, feeling the weight of his words resonate within you. With your new guard by your side, you were prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that their love, loyalty, and shared experiences would guide you through the darkness.

You approached a bit, your steps were measured and confident, a regal grace imbued in every movement. It was only when you were directly in front of your new guard that you stopped walking. "Thank you for joining me," you spoke, your voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and warmth. "It is an honour to have you by my side, to know that I am protected and cherished."

Nikolas met your gaze, his voice steady yet filled with sincerity. "I am privileged to serve you, to stand as your shield and your confidant. My loyalty is unwavering, as is my commitment to your well-being." The members of the guard, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix, and Raine, stood alongside you, their expressions a mix of respect and camaraderie.

You smiled, a true and kind smile that was rare but obviously genuine, it was an expression that lit up your features and that was mostly reserved for your adored mates. "Together, we are stronger," you said, your voice carrying a note of conviction. "In each of you, I see unwavering dedication and unwavering loyalty. I trust in my kings' choices and I believe that we will navigate the path ahead with grace and determination."

Felix stepped forward, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering intensity. "We will protect you with our lives," he affirmed, his voice filled with resolve. "Our duty extends beyond duty itself. It is a commitment to your happiness and well-being, to safeguarding the love and connection that binds you with our kings and with us all as your subjects and companions."

Your eyes softened, a flicker of emotion passing through your features. "I am grateful to all of you, for your presence, and your unwavering support," you replied, your voice tinged with genuine gratitude. "To have such loyal companions by my side gives me strength and reassurance."

A few days later, in the dimly lit chamber of the Volturi castle, you stood before a large table where Raine, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix, and Nikolas were gathered. The air crackled with anticipation as you prepared to give them their assignment. The kings weren’t there, trying to avoid any type of involvement with the planning in case Alice was trying to see their choices and plans. The last thing they needed was the little vampire acting like some type of prophet and trying to blame the Volturi for the newborn’s attack on the Cullens.

"Raine, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Felix," you began, your voice carrying a commanding tone. You hated when you had to act like a boss in front of your guard. You didn’t want the coven to be like that, like an enterprise, without feelings or any type of warmth, but sadly, considering how stupid the Cullens were acting and how they were about to go to war against lots of newborns that would destroy them without a second thought, you had to be serious and bark orders while thinking of a strong strategy that would help the smaller coven.

"I have a task of utmost importance for you.” You started your explanation while looking at the vampires in front of you. “The existence of our kind is at stake, and it is your duty as representatives of the Volturi clan to handle this matter with precision and efficiency."

Raine, with his piercing gaze and an air of quiet strength, nodded, his expression serious in the usually laid-back face. Jane, with her captivating aura of power and authority, even for her young appearance, stood by Raine's side, ready for any challenge. Alec, exuding calmness and a commanding presence, prepared himself for the mission. Demetri, with his unparalleled tracking abilities, exuded confidence and determination, and Felix, radiating sheer physical strength, stood tall and resolute. You knew they were all ready for whatever plan your mind had created. They would follow you without a doubt, ready to end with the threat towards your kind.

"Jane, you will take charge of the operation. Your keen intellect and combat prowess will be invaluable in this endeavour. Besides, we all know how extraordinary is your gift… Raine, the newborns probably won’t have any idea of who you are, so… I’ll need you to use your power to disorient and incapacitate them, stop their abilities, make them feel weak. Alec, reinforce their illusions and provide cover when needed. Demetri and Felix, you two will be in charge of tracking and subduing them… ensure their compliance." You paused for a moment, allowing the weight of the the task to settle upon them.

"And Nikolas," you continued, your voice filled with warmth and gratitude, "I will need you to stay by my side. You know that I consider you a loyal protector and confidant, besides… The kings would feel better if you stayed behind to protect me… You, surely know, that your presence is essential to my safety."

Nikolas, who had been standing silently in the background, nodded understandingly. He knew his duty was to safeguard you, and he accepted the responsibility with unwavering dedication. That was his main task from the moment you arrived in Volterra, to protect you, to defend you against anyone who tried to hurt you.

"While you won't be joining the others on this mission, your role here is just as crucial," you reassured him. "I trust in your abilities to protect me, and I know that I am in capable hands."

Nikolas met your gaze with a determined expression. "You can count on me, my prince…" he affirmed, his voice filled with loyalty.

After making sure that Nikolas understood why it was so important for him to stay with you while the others went to fight, you turned your attention back to the rest of the guard.

"I have every confidence in your abilities. Show the newborns the might of the Volturi, but exercise restraint and judgment. Our goal is to restore order and ensure the safety of our kind, not to needlessly destroy. If there’s someone salvageable, anyone, that would be a good addition to the clan, or if someone shows true regret and is willing to learn the rules and follow the law, let’s give them a chance. The Vulturi don’t give second chances, but let’s consider that those newborns, never had a chance to begging with."

As the team prepared to depart, you stepped forward, your gaze filled with unwavering trust and gratitude.

"Remember, you are not alone. Together, we will face the challenges that lie ahead. Your bond as a team is as essential as your individual talents. Protect one another, trust one another, and return to me victorious. The kings and I trust in your abilities and your good thinking…"

With those words, the group of Volturi representatives turned to leave, their resolve unwavering. The weight of their duty pressed upon their shoulders, but they carried it with honour and determination.

As you sat in the quiet meeting room of the Volturi castle, your gaze fixed on the regal figure of Jane as she prepared to leave. Everyone else had already left. The meeting is long over. And you couldn’t help but think that the room exuded an air of solemnity, the walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of the Volturi's immortal reign. Maybe it was the words that were exchanged just a few seconds ago, maybe it was just how the sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting gently rays that danced upon the polished marble floor, creating a serene ambience. You weren’t sure. Still, you had a second mission, the planning was over, and now… the second part of the plan needed to start.

Seizing the moment, you rose from his seat, your expression calm yet resolute. This was going to be quite difficult for you, but still, you knew this was necessary. Your eyes met Jane's, locking onto her crimson gaze with a steadiness that bespoke your unwavering resolve.

"Jane," You called out, your voice carrying a quiet intensity that cut through the stillness of the room.

Jane paused, her graceful movements halted as she turned to face you. Her porcelain features held a trace of curiosity, her piercing eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and expectation. She was ever an enigma, capable of both unspeakable power and surprising depths of empathy. Still, when you looked directly at her, she felt so young, so inexperienced in life, like a child wanting comfort and protection. Sometimes, in secret, when nobody could see your thoughts or feel your emotions, you let yourself think of her and Alec as your children. Still, you weren’t sure that it would be welcomed so you kept those feelings to yourself.

With a composed demeanour, you continued talking, your words were measured yet purposeful. "Before you depart on this mission, I have something important to convey," You stated, voice projecting a confidence borne from the knowledge that every word had been carefully considered.

Jane's brows arched ever so slightly, her attention fully captured. She remained silent, awaiting the revelation that would shape their course of action.

"In the event that you and the others discover information that could alter our plans, that could change everything," You explained, words deliberate and laden with significance, tone of voice soft but serious. You weren’t joking about this, and it was clear that you truly believed that something would change your guard’s course of action. "I ask that you exercise your judgment and take the necessary actions to ensure our success. But please, do not inform me of any such developments."

Your request hung in the air, the weight of its implications palpable. You understood the reason behind it—the need to shield the choices of the kings and your own decisions from the penetrating gaze of Alice. After all, knowing her, it was obvious that she would also see your choices related to the newborn threat. She always thought that her gift was almost perfect, and she would make sure to try to use it against any plan that the Volturi could create. The unspoken tension that had surrounded them all since the meeting's inception now found its voice in this solemn exchange.

Jane's gaze softened, her features betraying a glimmer of understanding. She nodded in acknowledgement, a silent agreement forged between you and her. Though you knew that Jane changing the plans depending on the situation would leave you in the dark, you understood that it was necessary and accepted the essential part of this arrangement, knowing it would safeguard their endeavours from the prying eyes of those who might manipulate fate.

With that, Jane resumed her departure, her figure gracefully gliding through the doorway. Meanwhile, you remained behind, contemplating the gravity of your shared secret. In this moment of quiet reflection, you took an unnecessary deep breath and prepared yourself for the unknown, ready to face the consequences of a future shaped by the choices of others. Right now, you quite loathed Alice and her stupidly useful gift.

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know that you're always gonna stay the same

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know you don't want it any other way

As the moon reached its highest point, casting a luminous glow upon the enchanting and mysterious gardens of Volterra, the Volturi kings prepared for a momentous occasion. You weren’t aware of this, but it was there, surrounded by the whimsical beauty of nature that helped them hide from the chaotic world and stay in that small piece of heaven and safeness, that they had meticulously arranged a scene that would forever mark their love and devotion into your heart.

The gardens came alive with the soft glow of innumerable fairy lights, delicately twinkling like stars suspended from the branches of ancient trees. Their ethereal radiance bathed the surroundings in a warm, romantic ambience, enveloping the space in a magical embrace.

They knew it wasn’t the best time for this type of surprise, but they couldn’t help it. They were tired of hiding you, of acting like they didn’t consider you their equal. They wanted for you to be able to stand proudly by their side when they had to judge a rebellious clan, they wanted for the rest of the vampires outside their coven to respect you and fear you like they respected and feared them. They desired to be able to listen to your ideas and plans without having to hide because of your lack of a royal title. It wasn’t fair, you were one of the smartest people they’d ever met, and they didn’t want to keep insulting you by ignoring that fact. You were their mate, the only being that was solely made to be by their side, you weren’t made to be hidden and to stay put like a trophy, you were born to rule, to protect and defend what you and they considered important. Unlike them, you showed the compassion that they had lost many years ago, and they felt that it was time that the vampires of their world had a ruler they could turn to, not only to accuse another coven but to seek help and comfort.

They looked at the garden, a cosy seating area nestled beneath the sprawling canopy of a centuries-old oak tree, adorned with cushions and blankets in hues of velvety midnight blue and rich crimson. Soft, plush pillows were carefully arranged, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. The idea was to show the comfort and kindness that you usually showed to them and to your friends inside the Volturi guard.

A table, draped in elegant silk, stood nearby, adorned with crystal glasses that glimmered as they caught the moon's tender light. The lack of silverware, plates and food was quite obvious, but they couldn’t do anything about that. It wasn’t like you could eat, so the idea of sharing a meal would be ridiculous and wasteful. Still, they had mixed some blood with your favourite wines from when you were alive, wanting to show you that they cared not only for the current you, but also for the things that had made you into the being they loved so much. This careful mixture of alcohol and blood was a token of the kings' unwavering commitment and affection. Just like that, from the carefully opened bottles that rested in the middle of the tastefully decorated table, a tantalizing fragrance permeated the air. It was a delicate blend of freshly picked roses, intertwined with the aroma of rich, aged blood. A symphony of scents of sorts, a harmonious combination that reflected both the beauty and the primal essence of their immortal existence. An existence that they hoped to share with you by their side.

As you entered the gardens, your footsteps were muffled by the lush grass. It wasn’t possible, not at all, but the kings could almost feel how their hearts quickened with anticipation. The Volturi guard, standing sentinel around the designated area, exuded an aura of reverence and support, they had decided to take a moment to maintain this moment untouched by the responsibilities of everyone outside. Their tasks were simple, make sure that you four wouldn’t be interrupted. Each member of the guard, adorned in their regal attire, wore a gentle smile, their eyes conveying unwavering love and acceptance.

Aro, your charismatic and visionary king, the spokesman of the three kings, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle. "Ah, my love, we have orchestrated this moment with utmost care and affection, for we have longed to profess our love for you in a setting as extraordinary as the bond we share."

Then, Caius, your strong king, let his stoic facade softened by the warmth of his emotions and spoke with a resolute tenderness. "In your presence, we have found solace and completeness. The depths of our hearts are forever entwined with yours. Tonight, we offer you the promise of a love that transcends time and fate."

Finally, your quiet but caring king… Marcus, the always introspective, with his gaze full of profound intensity, whispered words that carried the weight of centuries. "The course of our immortal existence has been irrevocably altered since the moment we met you. Your presence fills our lives with purpose, and your love has breathed new life into our souls."

With their words hanging in the air, the Volturi kings stepped closer, their eyes locked on your own, their hands extended in a gesture of unwavering commitment. Aro, his voice both commanding and gentle, continued, "In this enchanted garden, beneath the moon's tender gaze, we ask for the honour of your hand in a union that surpasses mortal bounds. Will you become our beloved, our partner in eternity?"

This is it… They were finally asking you the biggest question of your inmortal life…

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of love and devotion before them, your heart swelled with emotion. Tears of joy danced in your eyes as you gazed at the kings and the extraordinary scene they had meticulously crafted. The tears would never fall, unable to find release thanks to your unnatural anatomy, but still, the emotion was there, your face and whole body were showing off the multiple feelings that were going through your heart and mind at the moment. It was a moment that surpassed your wildest dreams. You knew they wanted to marry you, you were aware of the fact that this would eventually happen but… Now? Like this? This was better than any dream, better than any imagined scenario that you had created in your mind. This was a thousand times better because this came directly from them.

You knew this wasn’t the time to be shy, you needed to convey all your feelings and you were planning to do it. Your kings had created such a beautiful proposal for you, there was no way you wouldn’t correspond to their feelings in the best way you could. So… with a voice filled with love and unwavering conviction, you replied.

"I spent most of my life until now… chasing a love that would never come true… But it’s in your arms, that I have found solace, passion, and unwavering support. To be chosen by you, to be cherished and loved by all three of you, is a gift beyond measure. With all my heart, I accept your proposal, knowing that our love will continue for the rest of our lives and that, it’s only your love, the thing that I was truly craving when I was lost….”

And the hardest part of all is that we're only built to fall

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know that you're always gonna stay the same

On the other side of the world, a similar, but quite different picture was starting to appear as the sun began its descent beyond the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the meadow of the forest of Forks.

There, Bella stood on the delicate precipice between love and doubt. With the warmth of the evening air wrapped around her, mingling with the scent of grass and wildflowers, she asked herself if this whole situation was what she actually wanted. Still, she stood there, waiting faithfully doing her best to stay immobile as she waited for Edward to arrive.

Bella’s heart was heavy with conflicting emotions, doubts creeping into her mind like shadows, whispering their insidious words. She couldn’t help it, the problems, the fights, Edward's own actions in front of you and in front of the kings of the vampires, all of those little things were starting to pile up and they threaten to pour out of her heart, filling her head and soul with doubt and questions that nobody seemed to want to answer. Also, a part of her questioned if Edward truly loved her as deeply as he professed. After all, the way he reacted to meeting his ex-partner, even after he told him that it was you that was hanging onto a relationship long over, it was confusing. You had already moved on, so… Why was Edward so upset about it? Why did the brunette make such a scene accusing his ex-lover of horrible things and trying to attack them? And then… his actions towards her during their trip back to Forks, his reluctance to turn her into a vampire, to make her inmortal so they could be together forever… Did he really love her and cherish her as much as he said to do? Or were his words merely empty promises, masking a more self-serving desire to keep her in his world for a while? Like a little pet, a little thing you want to love, knowing that they wouldn’t live as long as you do… Did Edward see her as just a fleeting love? Maybe he saw her as something he could play with and pretend to love with the reassuring thought that she would grow old and die while he would stay young forever…

Bella gazed at the shimmering light filtering through the trees, the same light that had once illuminated their undying love. She still remembers the hidden encounters, the kisses in the forest and laying in the same meadow as Edward while talking sweet nothings to each other. She remember how he explained about you, about his disturbed ex-lover that dreamed of a wedding that would never happen and that fantasied about a relationship that was long dead. At the time, she was so worried for Edward, so saddened by the fact that he was tied to you, and so resentful for the fact that she had to hide her love under those threes and little bits of lights… But now, the same lights and soft shadows cast doubts upon her heart, casting darkness upon the very foundation of their relationship.

At this point, she couldn’t help but ask herself if anything of what Edward told her was even true. When she met you, you attacked her and yes, acted crazy but… were your actions really the act of someone delusional and trapped in the past? Or were those the doings of someone that was betrayed and lied to by the man they loved? Edward and herself -even if now she was ashamed of it- had made fun of you behind your back, joking about your mind being trapped in a delusion where your ex-boyfriend was still in love with you… and yet, now, she was the one who felt trapped.

She was entangled in a web of her own dreams and desires, her own personal simulated world. She felt weak, stupid… She let herself be moved by the allure of immortality, the idea of being the only one in the life of a creature that was designed to be perfect, the idea of forever being with Edward, of being loved for all eternity, the idea of being so important for someone that he was willing to ignore his own nature just to love her… that lies, that illusion held her captive. So, still with all those doubts and worries plaguing and poisoning her mind and heart, she stayed there, standing motionless, waiting for her boyfriend.

And just a few seconds later, there he appeared, a figure emerging from the depths of the forest, it was just the blink of an eye for Bella, but suddenly, he was in front of her, looking directly at her expression while his eyes glowed with an intensity that had once mesmerized her. Now, she wasn’t sure what she felt looking at that unnatural gleam in his eyes, she was just glad that he couldn’t hear her thoughts, thankful for the shield nature had given her. Edward had approached her with a confidence that both comforted and unnerved her. His voice, so sweet and melodic, echoed through the meadow, blending with the whispering breeze. She felt like he was trying to touch her with his words, cover her and hide her from the world… She used to be grateful for that feeling…

"Bella," he said, his voice laced with tenderness… but was it real? "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Every beat of my heart, every fibre of my being, longs for you. There is no doubt in my mind that you are my destiny, my forever."

His words reached her ears, but her heart yearned for more than mere declarations. Besides, his promises and sweet nothings seemed to stay there, unclear and almost impossible to be true. Did he yearn for her because of his love? Or was it because of some weird instinct that he couldn’t control? The doubts that plagued her thoughts begged for reassurance, a tangible proof of his unwavering commitment, a way to show that he truly loved her and wasn’t only following what he thought he had to do...

Was this proposal an act of genuine love, or a desperate attempt to keep her bound to him?

As Edward dropped to one knee, a small velvet box in his hand, Bella's heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and trepidation. What? She wasn’t confused, she understood what his words and actions meant but… She wasn’t even eighteen just yet… She was barely finishing high school… Did she want to tie herself to Edward without a chance of experimenting with other things in life? She wasn’t legally allowed to drink, she hadn’t thought of universities or if she wanted to work in something in particular… Hell, she was still a virgin!

But there it was… The delicate ring nestled within the box glimmered in the waning sunlight, a symbol of an eternity she had once craved. The commitment and future she once asked for… She even pushed Edward to take her back after he tried to leave her when the first vampire attacked her… Then she saved his life and almost pushed him to commit to her forever…

But…

Did she genuinely want this? Weren’t all teenagers allowed to do a couple of stupid things before becoming real adults? Still, how could she say “no”?

At that moment, looking at that gorgeous ring in that delicate velvet box and looking at Edward that was waiting for an answer with a small and charming smile, she felt the weight of his expectations pressing upon her, and she wondered if she could truly deny him.

Her mind raced, questioning the very essence of their love. Was it pure and selfless, or did it stem from a possessive need to control her destiny? Did Edward want her because of her? Or did he want her just to avoid losing something else that he considered his? Doubts clouded her mind and she knew that if she didn’t control herself, she would start shaking… Still, she found herself hesitating, unable to voice her doubts. The fear of losing him and the dreams she had woven around their future kept her silent. She spent so much time thinking of being with him. She risked her life, ruined other relationships, and forgot about the other possibilities of her future just to stay by his side, so… If she decided to say “no”, what would be of her? What would she do? At this point, she wasn’t sure if she could be Bella without Edward by her side…

At that moment, the conflict within Bella reached its climax. She couldn't deny the love she felt for Edward, nor could she ignore the doubts that now consumed her thoughts. Still, there was no more time, Edward was there, in one knee, waiting for her answer and she was about to get all that she thought she wanted… She just needed to ignore the questions. It wouldn’t be so hard, and maybe with time, she would get used to it…

And so, with a mixture of reluctance and resignation, she whispered, "Yes, Edward. I will marry you."

As he slid the ring onto her finger, sealing their fate, Bella couldn't shake the lingering doubts that were whispered in the recesses of her mind. But for now, she would bury them beneath a facade of acceptance, hoping that time would reveal the truth behind Edward's words and intentions. In any case, she at least knew that Edward loved her or cared for her to the point of wanting to marry her and that would be enough… That needed to be enough.

-It won’t be…- Her mind whispered, almost like answering to her silent promise. Weirdly enough, the voice sounded so much like yours that she couldn’t help but feel like she was making a mistake. Still, it felt like it was too late to change her mind now. She was going to marry Edward, and with that, she would turn into a vampire, like she was always meant to be. She was sure that with time, everything would fall into place. The doubt was, where would she fit in the whole picture once that happened?

Is it easier to stay is it easier to go I don't wanna know oh but I know that I'm never ever gonna change and you know you don't want it any other way

I love you so much that I hate you right now

It's so hard to blame you cause you're so damn beautiful

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for taking so long. Here's the update, hope you like it.

[misshoneyimhome]

“…he simply assumed you were his girlfriend and forgot to ask, but that's another story.”

BABE IMMA NEED THE STORY lol why do I feel like that is a true to reality thing that our lil Will would do😑😭

BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A WILLY THING TO DO 😂

Okay, so I know you didn’t exactly ask for the WHOLE story, and only just the part where he didn’t ask her to be his girlfriend… but, what can I say - this is just one of my dearest Willy fantasies, so I felt like jotting it all down 🙈

A part of: I’m only one call away | William Nylander (& John Tavares)

Warnings; sexual activity (not explicit);

Word count; 3.8K

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I’m only one call away (the other story) | William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️)

The bar was boiling as you headed to the counter for another round of drinks. But getting there was tougher than it sounded. With your lack of height and broad shoulders, you attempted to squeeze through the crowd but didn't have much luck.

And just as you spotted an opening to slip through, a bigger guy accidentally knocked into you, making you lose your balance and stumble backwards.

But to your surprise, another large figure was right behind you and instinctively caught you in his arms.

"Oh shit, sorry about that," you shouted over the music, looking up at the tall guy who'd inadvertently become your cushion.

"No worries, lucky I was around, huh?" the man chuckled as you steadied yourself.

And you couldn't help but pause and stare.

Even though it was pretty dim inside the bar, you could still make out that he was a looker. His sleek, light-coloured hair and rugged beard complemented his blue eyes and wide, cocky grin. Clad in a snug, white tank top with a thick chain around his neck and what seemed like quite loose trousers.

Yep, his vibe definitely screamed trouble.

"Well, I'm still sorry," you flashed him a sweet smile, attempting to avert your gaze. Yet, his eyes remained fixed on you, making it quite challenging for you to look away.

"How about you buy me a drink as an apology?" he suggested with a confident grin.

"I suppose that'd only be fair," you replied, returning his expression before both of you made your way towards the bar counter. His large figure definitely helping you out. 

And before you knew it, you were deeply engrossed in a conversation with this stranger.

Well, as it turned out, the stranger happened to be none other than Toronto's star hockey player, William Nylander. He was out with his brother Alex, who had come over from Pittsburgh to spend time with him. But as Alex had found another group to chat with, William took the chance to strike up a conversation with you.

Your smile and laughter seemed to captivate him effortlessly. And moreover, you were intriguing, funny, and undeniably sexy.

And William felt compelled to make a move on you because, from his experience, girls like you weren't exactly easy to come by. If such a thing as 'girls like you' even existed. Typically, he was surrounded by eager girls seeking his attention all the time, but you didn't fit that mould.

You simply exuded calmness and confidence while also posing interesting questions about him, ones that people typically didn’t bother to ask, assuming they already knew the answers. But unlike many, you weren't swayed by third-party journalism, online theories, or eye-catching headlines.

So, after a couple of hours spent chatting, enjoying a few drinks, and sharing laughter over the most cheesy jokes, William escorted you out of the bar and a short distance down the street, planning to see you off as you’d take the underground home.

However, a part of him wasn't ready to bid you farewell just yet. So, before you were about to walk down the stairs, he gently pulled you back by your wrists, drawing you into his arms for a passionate kiss.

And as you both slowly parted, you looked up at the tall Swede.

"Why not just tell me what you really want, hockey star?" you smirked, well aware of the thoughts occupying his mind - thoughts that too had been on your mind all night.

"Let's head to my place," he flashed a mischievous grin and a wink.

"What about your brother?" you chuckled lightly.

"What about him? He can crash at one of the other guys' places or a hotel. He's probably found a girl too," he replied nonchalantly, the smirk still playing across his lips. And after a gentle nod from you, he then took your hand and led the way to his condo.

And the night turned out to be quite something.

William knew his way around not just on the hockey rink but also in the bedroom, showing a undeniable skills of how to please a woman. He made your needs a priority, aiming to ensure you experienced pleasure before he did, with his impressive oral skills, striving to bring you to at least one orgasm before engaging in passionate and long-lasting sex. He even managed to provide you with pleasure in different positions, creating a heated atmosphere filled with sweat and loud moans.

And following three intense orgasms (and William remembering to use protection – points for that), you found yourselves lying together, engaging in conversation once more.

Surprisingly, he let you to spend the night, which contrasted with his usual approach to casual hook-ups.

However, in the morning, he woke up to find you were no longer there. And it stung a little. Even though he knew it might have been a one-time thing, a small part of him wished it could have been more. But after a sigh and accepting the reality, he noticed a post-it note on his nightstand.

"Sorry hockey star, had to leave. Last night was fun, so if you ever feel for some company again, just drop me a text ;) [your phone number] – y/n"

A grin spread across his handsome face as he read your note, and it didn't take long before he couldn't hold back and decided to text you.

Willy: Hey, want to maybe do it again sometime? 😉

Y/n: Who's this? 😅

Willy: William?

Y/n: Ah, the hockey star! Sorry, didn't have your number, so wasn't sure who was texting 😉

William facepalmed himself. Of course, you didn't recognise who was texting. He was the only one with your number, not the other way around.

Willy: Of course not, sorry 🙈

Y/n: No worries 😉 But sure, I'd love to do it again sometime – just let me know when you're free

William pondered for a moment. He had just over a week left in Toronto before heading to Sweden with Alex for the summer, so he knew he had to act fast.

Willy: How about tomorrow night? 😉

Y/n: Wow, you do not waste any time, do you 😂

Willy: I'm off to Sweden soon, gotta be quick 😉

Y/n: Well, in that case, I guess we'll have to make the most of it before you leave 😉 See you tomorrow night.

And indeed, you did.

In fact, you got to see all of William in his true naked form for most of the night. It started on the sofa, with fervent kissing leading to swift undressing, before heading back to his bedroom, you shed the rest of your clothes, keeping each other warm during passionate sex. Followed by a steamy shower and your second climax of the night.

And then a third one the following morning.

This time, waking up next to the handsome man, a smile graced your lips as you admired his features. William was a heavy sleeper, his muscular, slightly hairy chest rising and falling rhythmically, accompanied by deep snoring. He looked rather beautiful in his slumber, well, as beautiful as anyone can look while asleep. And then your attention was drawn to his morning wood, standing proudly under the sheets, almost inviting you to touch. However, you resisted the temptation, opting to let William continue sleeping while you slipped into his t-shirt from the previous night and made your way to his kitchen.

But as William then gradually woke up, his initial thought was that you had once again left without a word. And not finding a note this time, he assumed it might be the end of your encounter.

Yet, he heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen, and upon investigating, he discovered you standing by the counter, engrossed in your phone while enjoying a cup of coffee.

His husky morning voice greeted you with a smile and a tender kiss, followed by an embrace with his naked body.

And this time, you couldn't ignore his persistent erection.

Swiftly, William lifted you onto the counter, your lips connecting again as morning breath mingled, and his cock found your eager entrance.

And less than 48 hours passed before you were once again entwined with the Swedish lad.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all - that what was initially meant to be a casual one-night stand had now led to spending your evening together with William for the third time within a week.

And this time, you were at your place cooking dinner. William had texted you while you were on your way home from the grocery store, and instead of just heading back to cook for yourself, he insisted on picking you up. Consequently, you found yourself preparing a meal for both of you.

Surprisingly, dinner turned out to be quite delightful, as you both realised that your connection wasn't solely based on incredible sex; you could engage in conversations about a variety of topics. Joke about almost anything. It was simple and yet wonderful. And of course, the evening then culminated in some of the most passionate sexual experiences you'd ever had - on your dinner table, in your bedroom, and then in the shower the following morning.

Sex with William felt like pure heaven. He wasn't just good-looking and a good fuck; he also took the time to explore every avenue of pleasure. Moreover, you felt completely at ease in his presence.

You could walk around in the naked without worrying about whether he liked your body or not. At least his unwavering hard-on’s around you seemed like a positive sign in your book.

And now a little over a week had passed since your very first encounter, and you found yourself back at William's place. You even got the chance to meet his brother Alex before the Pittsburgh player bid the two of you adieu for some alone time.

But this night wasn't about casual dinners or deep conversations. Nope, William was determined to spend every single minute indulging in your breathtaking body, ensuring he left you with an unforgettable sexual experience.

And let's just say, he absolutely succeeded.

The morning after, you practically felt numb in your lower regions and legs, as William had ensured you wouldn't forget him while he was in Europe for the off-season. He'd even left some love bites on your inner thighs and collarbone as a colourful reminder of your incredible time together.

Not that you minded one bit.

It was hard to imagine being with anyone else anytime soon. How could you? William had made you feel absolutely amazing for the past ten days. No one else could match up to his level.

And for the next few months, the two of you texted and called each other almost every single day, despite the time difference. Sometimes it was sexual, other times just a good chat about random things.

But most notably, his family seemed to catch on. And Alex naturally couldn't keep it to himself, which only encouraged their sisters and Rasmus Sandin to join in on the teasing. 

"Ooh, who is she?" Danielle quipped as William seemed glued to his phone whenever he knew you'd be awake.

"Is she your lover?" Stephanie added playfully.

"Or maybe a girlfriend even?"

"Or boyfriend?"

But William simply chuckled at their teasing, brushing it off as sibling love. He knew deep down they only wished for his happiness.

It was the first time William felt a genuine longing to return to Toronto that wasn't solely because of hockey. Usually, his time in Europe with family was so enjoyable that only hockey and his teammates made him miss life back in the Canadian city. But this time, he found himself looking forward to seeing you again.

And within just two days after he returned, he invited you back to his condo. He had missed you more than he had anticipated, and since you were now in the same time zone, he wanted to spend some non-virtual time with you. 

Especially because he knew the hockey season would kick off soon with camp, training, media commitments, workouts, and then the pre-season games. His hectic schedule would soon engulf him again, so he aimed to spend the little free time he had left by being with you.

And as the season began, William knew it was time to refocus his attention, as this season was pivotal, considering his contract extended to its end, and negotiations with the Toronto Maple Leafs’ manager loomed.

So, he brought his A-game, giving his all to ensure this would be his best season yet. But amidst the hard work, there was someone else on his mind: you.

He simply didn't want to let you slip away. Even with his demanding schedule making it tougher for you both to spend time together, he couldn't shake the desire to have you around.

And to his relief, you stuck by him.

Even if it meant coming over late at night, having quick sex, and bidding him goodbye in the morning as he had to rush for early training sessions.

However, a small part of you did feel a bit uncertain about it all. You wondered if you were investing too much of your time and emotions into a man, you weren't officially dating; someone with whom you only shared incredible sex with and spent countless hours talking. The few girlfriends you confided in warned you that you might be wasting your time on someone not serious about being with you. They cautioned that you might just be a pastime for him, similar to what frat boys would typically do.

"Don't fall for him! He'll just use you and then discard you like men always do with good-hearted girls," they warned out of care.

But despite the warnings from your friends, their words had no sway over your feelings towards William. Every moment spent with him felt incredibly worthwhile, regardless of the undefined status of your relationship.

However, then, a shift occurred in your situationship.

William extended an invitation for you to attend the home games at the Scotiabank Arena, offering you tickets you simply couldn't resist. So, naturally, you went on a Saturday night, followed by another visit on Monday, and then again on Friday.

And it was on that Friday that William decided to introduce you to his teammates, merely as a "friend" he was seeing. However, his teammates weren't easily fooled, and they quickly noticed how he looked at you, how his gaze never strayed from you, or his hands from your waist as you stood among the team and their partners.

Which naturally they all teased him with following that evening.

' Lover boy,' 'Romeo,' and various other playful jibes filled the locker room as William couldn't contain his smiles whenever your name came up or thoughts of you crossed his mind.

From that night, it was like something shifted within William. Strange emotions that had been lingering since that very first encounter in the bar. A blend of pleasure when thinking about everything concerning you and a hint of jealousy at the prospect of you spending time with someone other than him.

And casual sex was no longer going to suffice to cover these new, deeper feelings.

But like many other twenty-seven-year-old men, William found it challenging to articulate his deep feelings. It wasn't until the team's Captain took notice and decided to have a conversation with him about it, where he encouraged William to open up and simply tell you how he truly felt.

"So, have you told her how you feel?" John Tavares asked out of the blue during a training session while lacing up his skates next to William.

"No... I'm not sure what to say. I mean, I know I really like her... but I don't even know what we are…"

Despite feeling like you, both could discuss anything, the exact definition of your situationship was never explicitly mentioned.

"Just tell her that - that you like her a lot," John chuckled with a friendly shrug. "What else is there to it?"

**

So, on the following night, William invited you over to his condo, just like many times before. However, this time, you sensed a shift in his demeanour.

He arranged for take-out from his beloved sushi place, selected a movie, and set up the couch to create a cosy atmosphere for the two of you to snuggle up.

"Are you alright, Willy?" you chuckled lightly, surprised by his sudden change in behaviour. 

Well, truth be told, he still maintained his signature confident and smug expression, and initiating sexual gestures under the blanket. But it was after your passionate round of sex that his words altered everything between you.

Lying on your sides, facing each other with content smiles, sharing laughter and conversation as you often did, his gaze locked onto yours. 

"Y/n..." he began, taking a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and emotions. "I... think I like you. Like, a lot."

His voice was gentle and hesitant, his eyes searching for any signs of your reaction to his confession.

"Wait, the great hockey star of the Toronto Maple Leafs likes me?" you chuckled lightly, rising gently with a stretched arm to peer down at the man beside you.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he smiled up at you in his typically nonchalant manner.

"So, what does that mean - Are we dating? Like, tonight was a date?" your eyes sparkled with excitement as you awaited William's response, which prompted a nod from him.

"I'm not really good with words, you know... so I thought this was a way to let you know that I don't just want us to be friends with benefits."

And to put it mildly, the thrill of actually dating William Nylander led to another round of intimate bedsheet activity between you. 

However, dating with William wasn't exactly easy. It required flexibility, patience, honesty, and open communication - qualities that weren't always his forte. Yet, because you were both rather mad for each other, navigating his demanding schedule and his communication style seemed to work out reasonably well.

But despite the positive strides in your situationship, a part of you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the mind of the Swede. Everything felt so right between you two. He introduced you to his team, took you out for dinner, and even entrusted you with a spare key to his condo. But neither of you had broached the serious question: what exactly were you to each other?

You found yourself grappling with the question: were you still just dating, or was it possibly something more? 

The uncertainty lingered, but you hesitated to ask William directly. You were afraid of potentially ruining the wonderful connection you shared, worried it might scare him off. Perhaps he wasn't ready for a serious relationship just yet, unwilling to commit fully or publicly declare himself as taken and no longer free to flirt with other girls.

So, you decided to let the issue rest and focused on enjoying the time you spent together.

That was until about two weeks later, after a Leafs game against the Penguins, where you were with William, meeting up with Alex and some of his teammates.

"Hey y/n, good to see you again," William's younger brother greeted you warmly with a gentle hug as you met him post-game.

"Good to see you too, Alex," you smiled back at him, and soon, some of his closest friends joined you in the arena's hall.

Naturally, William exchanged boyish handshakes with his friends. And then, to your surprise, they all turned to you with curious smiles.

"So, this is my girlfriend, y/n," William casually introduced you to the lads, and you had to control yourself, nearly choking on your own saliva at his words. Girlfriend?

The Pittsburgh players greeted you warmly, and you tried your best to casually return their friendly smiles, but inside, you were on the brink of losing it.

And after spending a little over an hour with the opposing team, as they eventually had to call it a night, you found yourself seated in William's car on the way back to his place. Throughout the ride, your mind raced with thoughts on how to bring up the topic but remained silent as you struggled to find the right words.

However, upon arriving at his condo, your face betrayed your curiosity more clearly than you intended.

"What?" William asked, puzzled by your intense expression.

"Girlfriend?" you pointed out, seeking clarification.

"What do you mean?" William responded, his brows furrowing in confusion, not quite grasping why you were so taken aback.

"Willy, you introduced me as your girlfriend to Alex and his friends…" you softly pointed out.

"Yeah, because you are my girlfriend..." William smiled, casually grabbing a few snacks from the cupboard.

"Wait, I'm your girlfriend?" you replied in surprise.

"Of course," he simply chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What do you mean 'of course', Willy?" you were genuinely puzzled. "I didn't know we were... I mean, serious."

"Wait, so I'm not your boyfriend?" William asked with a soft laugh, while enjoying his Gifflar.

"Well, I don't know... I mean, we haven't really talked about it, since no one’s asked," you tried to explain your perspective.

But William just chuckled again. "Nobody asks anymore... do they?"

"Well, it might be a good idea to ask, considering I didn't know you thought that we were... together like that," you stood before him, expressing a hint of uncertainty with a soft smile.

"I mean… I just thought we were serious, you know, since we both like each other and we spend so much time together – like, you’re always here, and neither of us is seeing anyone else... right?" he explained, trying to clarify.

And William's smirk faded slightly as he started to realise that perhaps you weren't ready for exclusivity yet and might have considered seeing other people.

"Of course, Willy," you chuckled lightly, moving a step closer to him. "I'm just a little surprised that you thought we were, I don't know, in an actual relationship?"

His smile returned as he set aside his snacks, gently placing his hands on your hips.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n… I guess I was just so excited about it that I forgot to ask you... but yeah, I definitely think we’re in a relationship," he said warmly, locking eyes with you in a tender moment.

"Alright then… I guess I'm just a little clueless about these things and maybe a bit old-fashioned," you smiled up at him, running your hands up his chest and around his neck, drawing yourself nearer to him.

"Well, in that case… y/n y/l/n, will you be my girlfriend?" William gazed into your eyes intensely as he asked the question.

Pretending to consider it for a moment, you let out a light chuckle. 

"Yes, William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius, I'd like to be your girlfriend."

With wide smiles, you then sealed your commitment to each other with a deep, heartfelt kiss, solidifying your love and newfound official relationship status.

[ladymarycrawley]

Winning memories - John Stones

Request: I’m just wondering u could do one w iris and aidan being older? like teens?  + can you do a request based off todays trophy ceremony with John Stones and family please

Warning: none, just a lil something that came straight off my mind after this weekend’s events and I thought it would be nice putting these two requests together ✨

Tag list: @masonxomount @stonesyy @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd

(gif credits to @johnnstones )

Another season, another trophy for the supersonic team that is Manchester City. The third Premier League in a row arrived quite unexpectedly as Arsenal had been in the lead for almost the entire period but when the final victory sealed the verdict everything turned out to be marvellously amazing.

To say you were proud of your man didn’t give the exact idea of how he made your heart burst with joy and love. He and the little family you were creating were your everything to say the least, the reason behind your every smile and every sacrifice, big or small, life required.

The sparkle in his eyes and the cheerful smile on his face made all the sleepless, lonely nights you spent alone in your big bed without him tenderly snoring by your side worth it. Honestly it was hard not having him by your side whenever you needed him to help you with the everyday tasks such as doing the groceries or calming down your baby when she started crying inconsolably but if there was one thing you had learnt while growing up was to appreciate life day by day, without questioning future events that much; what will be will be.

So you tried to put aside all your worries to live the present moment to the fullest, standing there together with other players’ loved ones staring lovingly at John posing with his teammates as all of them wanted to take pictures with the trophy as they should, in order to have those celebratory moments impressed in everyone’s memory forever, not just in some camera roll.

The City defender turned his head to look for you as he wished nothing more than sharing that precious moment with the people he cared for most in life. He did all of that not only because playing football was a passion of his but also because he wanted to see that proud look in your eyes and that big smile on your daughter’s lips.

When his eyes met your figure amid the crowd he raised his hand, gesturing for you to join him. 

After all that time together it still felt weird thinking about your life companion as some famous footballer so you still blushed and got rather shy in this kind of public situation.

“Dada!!” Your baby Iris left your hand to go and run towards her dad, whom she was so in love with, more than you if possible.

“Iris!” The pitch was really packed and you always feared your daughter might have found herself in some unpleasant situation you obviously wanted to avoid. But John was there, ducked with his arms out ready to take her and that motion reminded you you had nothing to fear as long as he was there to keep you safe.

You sighed as he took your baby girl in his arms, getting back up and holding her with his right arm only.

“Here’s my princess” John beamed, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she was waving towards uncle Ruben.

Being a spectator of their interactions was among your favourite activities: she couldn’t live without her hero, her prince charming and he couldn’t think of his life without his little, blue eyed princess.

You stood right next to him, your head laid on his shoulder.

“Don’t panic, I got her” He whispered against your forehead, referring to moments earlier where you got worried over your daughter letting go of your hand. “You don’t have to panic, you know I got her”

Panicking was definitely something you better had to avoid while being pregnant with your second child. That little secret made those moments even sweeter, as your belly was still flat and nobody had to know about that sweet news of yours yet.

John kissed your skin right where he whispered his reassuring words, bringing a genuine smile to your lips. You kissed his cheek in return while murmuring all your love for him, complimenting him for the big result he just achieved.

His fellow defender Rúben joined your company to say hello to your baby and to you. He was such a good guy and Iris loved playing with him, not to mention how that made John jealous sometimes.

The three of you stood there watching Iris playing with Kevin’s and Kyle’s children and you didn’t have the slightest intention to let go of John’s hand that was resting on your hip, using his arm as a support for your slightly aching back.

“You both look so cute in your jerseys, in my jersey to be fair”

He kissed your cheek “You look so damn hot in my jersey” He moaned in your ear, doing that on purpose just to tease you.doing it on purpose just to tease you.

“John”

"I can't even praise my most precious trophy, aka my wife?"

His cheesy words made you roll your eyes as he bit on his lower lip, lightly smacking your bum.

"Speaking of your jersey, I have something to give you at home"

He looked at you with a frown before wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. 

"Is it what I'm thinking about?"

"Wh - No, you perv. That's about your daughter" 

John was still unaware of the special little present his baby girl made for him and you knew that moment would have been something you would have remembered for a long time…

"Well, at least my daughter didn't draw me with gray skin" He said looking at the drawing she gave him before going to bed, clearly referring to the drawing some children did of him and his other City teammates.

"She put you in your City jersey which is so similar to the original"

"Yeah…and what is this yellow thing here?"

"Erm…the sun? Oh no wait, she said it's a lion. It's for England"

"Ohh I see. She's as clever as her mother, I'm so lucky" He shook his head laughing as you playfully hit his arm.

"She surely is!"

"I'd really like to congrat her on her majestic work of art, what a pity she's sleeping"

"John Stones, if you wake her up I'll kill you"

"Oi okay, got it, don't get so aggressive"

You chuckled, resting your head against his chest, doing the same with your legs throwing them over his thighs. 

"Did you turn the paper over?"

"Don't think so…why?"

"Do it"

John looked a bit confused but followed your instructions, seeing the letter you wrote him in cooperation with Iris.

"She can't write yet so I guess this is from you?"

"Not exactly, I just wrote about the endless love she has for her father"

"Mhh yeah sure"

"Read it and shut up" You giggled.

Iris just wanted to write something like "You're the best dad in the world xoxo" but I thought  maybe scribbling down some more words would have been nicer.

I'm so proud of you (yeah, what an original thing to say to someone you love) but that's the truth: you make me proud every day, not just with the amazing milestones you're reaching throughout your career as a professional footballer but as a person too, as the man of my dreams who always makes sure we're doing alright.

You know it's hard waking up in the morning when you're not there with me, it's hard having to explain our little sunshine why her dad had to leave for a couple of days or a couple of weeks; it's hard comforting her when she screams your name looking for her favourite playmate that will never get tired of watching her signing the whole Frozen soundtrack on repeat, using words that didn't make it to the English vocabulary just yet.

Another hard thing for me is expressing my own feelings but you should know by now how much I love you, I'd be lost without you (another love sentence you've never heard of, I know). You’re an adorable, hot dork I couldn’t live without.

You make me a better person and I love it even when we argue (forget I said that) because it means you care and I care about you a lot as you're my everything, all the best I could've asked for in this crazy life”

While reading the letter to himself you could see John's eyes getting teary and you smiled when he searched for your hand to squeeze.

“Now enjoy all the celebrations for this amazing result you achieved for the third time in a row because we'll be here by your side celebrating the champion that you are, as we always do

We love you daddy, to the moon and back 💙❤️"

John got so emotional reading the whole letter he was at a loss for words, he needed some time to think about the right words to say.

"Aww are you crying? Or is there something in your eyes?" You joked with the biggest grin ever plastered on your face.

Your hand went to rest on his lower back to soothe him.

"Yeah, there's definitely something in my eyes"

You giggled, placing a peck on his covered shoulder first and on his cheek later.

A while passed from that moment that, as you imagined, you would cherish for years on end.

Iris was now a grown up baby - but still your baby - almost twelve and her brother Aidan - who was the size of a bean back then - was now ten so it felt as if a whole century had passed.

During one of your tidying sessions, you found that drawing Iris did together with your letter and couldn't help but shed a tear. 

"Why are you crying?"

You turned in the direction of John's voice, smiling with gratitude. It was also thanks to him if you were living such a good life with your loved ones.

"I just found this letter, you know"

John took it to refresh his memory and smiled through the words.

"I'm gonna show this to Iris tonight and be the embarassing parent she hates me to be" 

Your husband loved to be a tease and embarass your children, especially Iris who wasn’t a little girl anymore, but he would always say those were just acts of love.

You giggled, stretching out your arms to motion for him to help you up.

"You know she doesn't like it when we remind her of these things"

"I know, she's exactly like you"

“An adorable, gorgeous young woman?”

“Nope, more like a pain in gthe arse”

You scrunched up your face as he kissed your frown.

"But I love you no matter what" He retorted trying to save himself from your fury.

"Me too, Stonesy, even though you’re an embarrassing parent sometimes and a pain in the arse as well"

He rolled his eyes and smacked your bum.

"But I love you, every day more"

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The Other Man- Part Seven//t.c.

Warnings: fluff, cursing, smut-but it's kinda brief this time haha, and that's it, I think

You were excited to travel with Timmy for the first time. You needed a getaway. It was all the more sweeter because you’d be spending time with him.

He was an actor; he was passionate about his craft. It wasn’t like your job where you were just there because you had to do something to make money. You weren’t in love with what you did like Timmy was. And you’d get to experience him working firsthand while visiting the set of the commercial he was filming.

As you watched him from perform his scenes from behind the camera crew, you realized why the camera loved him. He was charismatic, broody, sexy, everything he needed to be for this project. There were times where his behavior and next move couldn't be predicted, but you could see that that was what the director wanted. They chose Timmy because he's Timmy. This role was written up just for him, literally.

You were in awe.

The director called 'cut' for the final time of the day and dismissed everyone. Timmy came over to you. No one had suspected that the two of you were an item because if anyone on the crew asked about you, Timmy explained that you were friends and that you were visiting him. He'd mentioned that you were going through a divorce, and you needed a friend right now. He also had to pretend to still be linked to Amelia.

"Ready to go?" you asked him.

"Yeah, but we can't go back to the hotel yet. I have a photo shoot, we gotta get there while we still have plenty of daylight." he said, nonchalantly leading the way to his trailer off set.

"We? You want me to go with you?" you asked.

"Yeah, of course." he smiled cheekily, "You can help me change clothes and stuff." he opened the trailer door and let you get in first.

"Okay, I'd love to. It's not like I have anything else to do anyway." you sat down to wait for him to get his regular clothes on. "Can we grab coffee on the way?"

"Yeah," he pulled his shirt over his head, his curls shook with his movement, and he raked his fingers through them, "we can do that."

You watched him get undressed and then redressed. Of course, Timmy was beautiful, and you loved your sex life these days, but you were so committed to getting to know him better. He had a good heart, he was humble and down to earth, and goofy but still intelligent and well-spoken. You were falling in love with him for what he had to offer on the inside.

He ordered your coffee for you and didn't allow you to pay for it. He never let you pay for anything, ever. Afterwards, you got into a car with him and the two of you were driven to the docks where the photoshoot would take place. You wanted to take his hand in yours, to touch him, to anything him, in the car. But you couldn't as to not raise attention to what was really happening between you two.

You helped him as he asked you to during the shoot. He allowed you to pick out the pieces he would wear. It was fun watching him pose, explore his surroundings, and try out different clothes. The fact that he wanted you there meant a lot to you.

The photographer was shooting him, but he looked over at you. His smile was so big and you could see in his eyes how happy he was, like a little kid. Like he had no worries and he was safe.

Seeing him like that made your heart race. You loved him. You hoped he knew it. Really, truly, knew it. Even with your marriage ending, and this new relationship with him and everything changing, you didn’t want him to think you weren’t ready to commit.

It was late and dark when you got back to the hotel. No fans, no paparazzi, no noise. Timmy held your hand, you in turn, put your hand on the inside of his bicep. You were allowed to be yourselves.

You pulled him into a hug once you were inside the elevator. You just needed to be in the security of his warm embrace. “Timmy, I want you to know that I love you. I fall more in love with you by the minute. I’ve never felt this way. I know it’s fast but, I’m serious about you.”

He smiled, nodding and you noticed how he blushed. “I love you too. But you knew that.” He then put his arms around your waist and kissed you.

“I want you to tell me you love me, every time you think it.” You whispered against his lips.

“Hmm,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “then I’d never shut up, Peaches.”

For the next week and a half, it was just you and him. You'd go with him to work, you'd go out to eat, you'd order in, you'd make love on every piece of furniture in the hotel room. It was the vacation of a lifetime. You didn't even need any sightseeing or touristy activities. Timmy was more than enough to keep you occupied.

He even brought you along when he filmed his epic conversation with Martin Scorsese, whom he had worked with on the fragrance advertisement. It was so stimulating for you to see him in his element, talking to one of his heroes. He was nervous talking to a legend in the film industry, but he remained confident and professional, and he asked deep, historical questions. He was in awe of Scorsese, but it seemed that the veteran director was in awe of Timmy as well.

There was a celebratory dinner that same evening, but after discussing it, you both decided it was best if you didn't attend. It was intimate, sure, but there would also be pictures and paparazzi outside the event. So, it would be made pretty public, and you didn't need to risk the exposure and tarnish Timmy's reputation as Amelia's boyfriend.

He promised you he wouldn't be more than two hours, and he'd return back to you at the hotel. He made good on his word and was back in your room in no time.

"Ooh, this is like Willy Wonka, but make him sexy!" you cooed, greeting him as he came in. He wore an all brown, caramel-colored outfit. His shirt was shiny silk, and it looked gorgeous against his skin tone. He looked like he was wearing velvety chocolate, and for some reason it was making you feel feral.

"You like it?" he asked, grinning at you.

You nodded, leaning in and saying, "You look scrumptious." You put your arms around him and pressed a smooch to his lips.

Timmy hugged you back just a snuggly as you did him. He hummed as he kissed your cheek. "Wanna order pizza?" he asked, looking in your eyes.

"Did you not just go to a dinner?" you frowned.

"Yeah, baby, but that was like, rich people food. You can't fill up on that shit." he explained with a scoff, taking his jacket off.

You giggled, "Okay." you picked up your phone, "Sausage and pepperoni?"

"Yes, please!" he confirmed in a silly voice.

You ordered the pizza and Timmy grabbed you after you hung up the phone. "I know exactly what we can do while we wait for food." he purred into your ear.

“Ooh, tell me!” you laughed.

“Let’s take off your clothes and I’ll show you.” he kissed your lips, and gently shoved you onto the sofa.

……..

Timmy was fucking you missionary style on the couch. You were moaning softly as he carved his thick cock into you. You ran your fingers through his soft, fluffy curls, and you left scratch marks on his back.

He quickened his pace, making your legs shake wildly. Your arms were latched around his neck, and his hands were woven into your hair. His tummy met yours with each thrust, and your skin started to stick to his with tacky sweat.

He kissed you deeply, petting your hair while rutting into you. The contrast was delightful. You nearly jumped out of your skin when there was an unexpected round of knocking on the door. You both gasped in shock.

“What the fuck, pizza guy? Can’t it wait five more minutes?” you groaned in annoyance. Your orgasm had escaped you.

Timmy frowned, and took a second to catch his breath, “Fuck, that was quick. That can’t be the pizza already.” He hopped off of you, and he went over to grab a pair of sweatpants out of the nightstand drawer.

But before he could get them pulled on, you said, "Wait, just go like that." you giggled.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I'm gonna do is answer the door naked." he joked, shaking his head at you, and you noticed that the curls at the nape of his neck were damp with sweat. He slipped into the sweats, the waistline grazing his hips, hanging low as he headed to open the door for the pizza delivery.

You bit your lip, gazing over his sexy back and thanking your lucky stars that he was your man. You covered up with a throw blanket and waited on the couch.

You heard the door open, and Timmy said, "Amelia?"

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