#this is not me trying to attract creeps btw

[ashmint-corner]

At this point I’m so ready to start commissioning short stories for money.

What’s that? You want a cute little gay story for $100? I got you

What? An extremely small paragraph full of beauty and words for $5? Shooooottt sign me up

A detailed 20k words story complete with all kinds of cuteness and unexpected twists and turns? If you pay me well I’m here for it.

Man you could even ask me to write an article covering LGBTQ or a movie or something. I am on my last leg and my anxiety can’t handle the work force. Am I the only one who can’t do stuff if I’m not properly motivated and stimulated?

I don’t even mind editing or proofreading, I’m genuinely honoured once I’m paid my worth.

I know what you’re thinking…

Ash why don’t you go to school?

First of all- who’s dropping like 4k on a degree, depression and the destruction of my mental health? I just wanna write and read

Second, if I gotta suffer through anxiety attacks every time I leave my house again I won’t be having it.

I wanna do art commissions but only when I’ve reached my standard of good art honestly.

No seriously though, I will write stuff for money….. once it’s legal.

Oh btw please support my story as I write and publish it! I should actually advertise that! There’s so much to do!

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓✩’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓

CHARACTERS— Santa!Gojo Satoru x pretty sexy gorgeous fem!reader SUMMARY— Supposedly another Christmas night being lonely and horny, you’re suddenly woken up by Santa coming to claim you your Christmas gift. WORD COUNT— 3k+ CONTENT WARNING— slight angst, swearing, smut, porn with plot, virginity lost, fingering, clit sucking, oral sex, no protection A/N— Merry Christmas, my fellow bitchless angels 😔 Ya’ll better not let this shit flop or else I’m going insane. btw guys God literally told me face-to-face that my dog is cuter than your pet 😨 it’s true tho

“So,” your co-worker, Mina started as she haled the roll-up gate down, flipping her long extensions behind her shoulder before grabbing the lock from your extended hand, “got any plans this Christmas?”

“I don’t know…I’ll probably go out with my friends to the new cat cafe. You?” you watched as her fingers worked deftly to lock the gate before trying to pull it open in an attempt to make sure she got it locked.

“Kai wants to visit Ginzan Onsen, said it’ll be the best place to ‘make love’ or something. I mean, long story short he thinks it’s a cute place to fuck,” Mina apprised, always a little bit too forward with her wordings—her bold personality and style amolous from yours.

Albeit she’s amiable and kind, you still couldn’t quite get used to her blatant forwardness despite working with her for the past 5 months. And Mina loved teasing you about how sensitive you are; already blushing from the mere word ‘fuck’.

“Look at how cute you are, (Y/N). Your face is starting to get red!” she giggled, pointing as you hit her arm, feeling your cheeks warming against the cold winter air. “You know, they say the shy-est are usually the kinkiest…”

“Just leave me alone, Mina!” you embarrassingly whined, slapping a palm over her glossed lips before pushing her away. She lets out a few satisfied laughs before raising her hands up in capitulation, already knowing when to stop before you get irritated at her.

“Alright, I’m sorry, ‘kay baby?” she cooed, plump lower lips jutting out into a pout as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You keep teasing me,” you frowned and pushed her stubborn hands off of you before you began walking towards the train station.

“Cuz’ you’re so cute. You’re always acting like such a virgin,” her arm hung over your shoulders and your body sunk forward at the sudden weight.

“Now, is there a problem with that…” you spoke lowly, flickering your sight towards her, wary of her reaction.

“You cannot be shitting me?!” Mina widened her eyes, two elder couples turning their attention on her egregious tone, “I mean like, look at you! You’re so pretty and such a good girl. Who wouldn’t want you?! I want you!”

“I don’t know…I just haven’t met the one.”

“There’s tons of guys who want you, (Y/N)! You gotta be a little bold, get out of your shell if you wanna meet ‘your one’.”

“Man…I just wish someone perfect for me who isn’t a creep would come to me,” you sighed, your hand holding onto Mina’s dangling one over your neck. Nearing the station, you could see Kai, her boyfriend already waiting by the entrance for her—probably heading to dinner together later on.

“You’ll find one for sure,” she glanced at you, a bright reassuring smile on her face, and you returned her one before feeling the weight on your shoulders lifted when she pulled her arm away, then waved at Kai.

“So, how was work today?” the male strode over, his two hands reaching out to hold Mina’s from the pockets of his coat before turning to greet you.

“It’s fine, lots of couples today,” she replied, following as you passed the ticket gate and rode the escalator up to the platform. “And as usual, we got a few single lads asking for our pretty girl’s Line today.”

“Yeah, and you forgot to add that they’re either delinquents or high school boys,” the two couples chortled as you sighed, tired of how you’re always attracting guys who are definitely not your type.

“We’re gonna have to get security for our candy shop because of our (Y/N), huh?” Mina joked, nudging Kai’s side with her shoulder as you rolled your eyes.

Within seconds, the bells signaling the coming arrival of the train started, the train announcer apprising the next destination as Shinjuku-sanchōme—20 minutes until you reach your home station.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Kai and I are gonna ride another train to Shinbashi so we can’t go in with you,” the train had arrived and the doors slid open as workmen and women surged in like sea waves.

“No, no! It’s fine. Happy holidays, guys,” you smiled as you began to follow the crowd into the half-packed train.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” the two bid, Mina waving all the while.

“Enjoy your trip to Ginzan, you two!” you giggled, slightly waving back before jumping onto the train just as its doors began to slide close. The smell of heater and sweat filled your nose and as you swiftly scanned your sight around, you saw most smiling at their phones, probably texting their loved ones, and a few couples giggling in their seats.

Another lonely Christmas, you thought.

Your stomach was growling as you prowled the streets for the nearest convenience store. The sky was already blanketed with darkness and you thought visiting any restaurant would only mount your forlornness, so you figured a quick meal from the store would do for your hunger.

The luminously salient sign of your local convenience store caught your eyes from a distance away, and you hurriedly scorched towards the store. Entering, the cashier greeted you when the automated door slid open with a ding to announce your presence, and you nodded your head with a smile before trodding your way to the back where packed bentos were.

Your eyes raked over the bentos, looking for your favourite Katsudon to find it absent from the display. A surge of annoyance rose in you as your brow knitted into a frown, ‘Can’t even have my Katsudon, huh?’. Grabbing the nearest bento instead, you made your way to the cashier while rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

“Do you want your bento heated up, miss?” the male mooted, a serviceable smile on his face. He caught your affirmative hum before setting the food in the microwave, and silence then transpired between the two of you.

The smell of the heating fried rice pervaded through the air in the wake of the anticipated ‘ding’. The cashier took out the bento and wrapped it in a plastic bag before handing you both the plastic and a card, “Thank you for your purchase, and Merry Christmas!”

You thanked the male and claimed your things before heading out of the store with another ‘ding’, throwing the card into the plastic bag and burying your hands deep in the warmth of your pockets.

What seemed to be your wontedly peaceful route back home suddenly became a path of silent lonesomeness. At that moment, you must be colder than anyone else in Japan. While they have the love and heat of a lover to warm them up—you had no one but yourself.

The walk home was longer than usual and you immediately turned on the heater when you entered your apartment, feeling your limbs beginning to numb. Taking out a few beer cans from the fridge, you set them on the small chabudai along with your cooling packed dinner—ready to scarf down your meal.

It took you an empty bento box and two beer cans to notice the Christmas card the cashier gave you on the wooden floor, probably dropped when you took the packaged meal out of the plastic bag. You could feel yourself getting tipsy as the alcohol set in your veins, rushing to your brain and making it all light and woozy.

“Christmas…Wish?” you read the bold, cursive title aloud, eyes absorbing the contents on the card.

Write a wish on this card and Santa shall grant what you seek!

Aren’t these for kids or something? Why would the cashier give you something like this? It’s obviously fake, but for you to think of a wish…you would love to be a millionaire. Or a billionaire. Or have a pet cat. Or…

Heading to your bedroom to get your pen, you trodded back to the chabudai where the card was, taking your time to ruminate on what to write just for the fun of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol thumping in your pulse, absorbing whatever sense you have in your head as it passed your bloodstream—you found yourself injudiciously scribbling something you normally wouldn’t.

Lose my virginity. 

Fire popped beneath the skin of your cheeks as you stared at the piece of card with your writing on it. “I must have gotten insane…” you sighed, rubbing your eyebrows.

Maybe a wash would clear your head, you thought. The beer was making you drowsy and you’d better have an early night. You don’t take long with your shower and you were quick to set your things aside and take out the trash.

It was only 10 but you’ve already settled yourself in your bed, sleepiness blanketing over your head. Your eyelids began to shut, sending you to an abyss of peace and dream.

Then, there was shuffling. And mumbles.

Your consciousness drew back to reality and through your dazed state—you tried to make sense of the noises. Until you began to sober up, there was no one but you in your apartment. No pets nor roommates to be making up all these sounds.

“Who’s there?” you panicked, straining your eyes through the dark, to find a tall silhouette in your room. A sense of aghast rumbled through your being and a shriek ripped itself out of your throat.

You fumbled for something from your bedside table to act as a weapon, and the most threatening object there was was your lamp. At least you could smash it against the intruder and bolt out of your apartment for help.

And as you tried to rip the lamp’s cord out of the socket, its light turned on—revealing the stranger to be…Santa?

“(Y/N), is it?” the male chuckled, rubbing his nape.

“Who are you?!” you screamed, pointing the lamp at him. “Get out of my house, please!”

“Just relax, man. I’m Santa, here to grant you your Christmas wish!”

“Look, I’m just a broke college student! I-I don’t have anything with me. Just leave and I won’t call the cops,” you tried to reason, already starting to break down into hiccups and tears

“Well, I'm sorry. It’s my policy to not leave a house unless I’ve successfully fulfilled one’s desires. So, I won’t be leaving anytime soon!”

“W-What…?” you were beyond dumbfounded, trying to make sense of the random lunatic standing in your room.

“This,” he pointed at the card from the convenience store. “Here, your wish says…to lose your virginity,” the male cladded in his Santa suit bemusedly read aloud.

“No…! I wrote that as a joke!”

“Well, I don’t take Christmas wishes as a joke,” he lifted an eyebrow, resting his hands on his hips.

“Just cut it out, Santa isn’t real,” you retorted, tightening your grip on the handle of the lamp.

“But I am real,” his voice suddenly became closer, and more lucid, his frame had disappeared from your sight—as if he was suddenly gone and had dissipated into space. Whipping your head behind, you found him just there and a scream cracked out of your lungs as you tumbled out of your bed.

“H-How…Wha—“

“I can teleport, y’know?” he smiled, reaching out a hand to pull you up from the floor. “And I can make anything out of thin air,” his other hand rose to have a random Dior bag in his grasp as you stared, shocked and finding it hard to register the scene in front of you.

“So, you’re really…Santa Claus?”

“Yes, and my real name’s Gojo Satoru—at your service,” he slurred, and you found his voice smooth like freshly woven silk. You were silent and still, eyes widening at the white-haired male in front of you. “Speaking of your Christmas wish…”

Your face burst into florid red as you awkwardly laughed, “Could you please just forget about that?”

“Now, if you’ve read carefully; no changing or refusing of wishes once you’ve written ‘em down,” he pointed at the small text at the bottom of the card, “You must’ve missed it just now.”

Thinking over the situation, something in you cracked as you realised—you were going to lose your virginity to Santa Claus. Your eyelids twitched as you nervously chuckled. This gotta be a heck of a joke. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate me!” Gojo had caught your expression, and as if he was reading your thoughts, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“T-Then what are we supposed to do now?” you asked, switching your gaze away and feeling hot embarrassment tickling your skin.

“No need to worry,” Gojo gave a reassuring smirk, “just trust me.”

Alright, trust.

You felt the bed shift with his weight, and he was hovering over you—face mere inches away. His eyes seemed to sparkle like those of a diamond; blue stars orbiting in his orbs, and you note the plump shape of his lips, so visually kissable.

For the second time, as if he had caught your thoughts, he let his lips mould into yours. He felt soft and plump like peach, and he smelled like a merge of snow and warmth.

Your lips danced in the dark, and your body leaned forward towards him as he fell back, something about the kiss was unbreakable. It felt so soft, it felt so good.

You let his hands wander around your curves from underneath your pyjamas, meet the shape of your hips and dips of your waist, then the roundness of your breasts. You let him study your body with the cold tips of his fingers and slip your clothes off when he wanted to.

A soft moan slipped out of your tongue when the cold December air hit your nipples, and Gojo took no time to let his tongue play with your buds. His hands continued to roam around your body, pressing a finger against the wet spot through your pants.

“You fine with this?” he pointed at the way his fingers slid over your clothed core. You wordlessly nodded, drifting your sight away before you felt yourself benignly pushed onto your back, your pants slowly slipping off of your legs along with your panties.

You were bare, in front of a man you’ve met tonight. But at the same time, you felt oddly safe with him. This was only a wish come true and nothing more, you affirmed.

His long fingers began to reach deep inside, and your nerves tingled at where they caressed your walls. His pace switched after a few pumps and his fingers were dextrously pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could hear your erotic slick coating his digits as it follows his rhythm, and your cheeks burn hot in shyness.

His face lowered to your pussy, and his tongue began playing with your clit. A sharp mewl escaped from your lips as his cheeks hallowed from sucking on your nub and his fingers paced up over the gummy spot deep inside.

Pleasure began amassing in your nerves and you could feel yourself brimming over the edge of lucidity. Gojo didn’t stop and instead, fastened his digits in and out of you, the sound of sex was loud through your state of delirium and he was coaxing all the pleasure there was in you.

Then, you spilled. Your thighs tightened around his head, fingers gripping onto his white locks as you’re sent to a world of blank bliss. Gojo peeks up at you as you pause with your lips parted, edges of eyebrows sewn to the stars, and half a wail stayed choked in your throat.

“You alright?” he chuckled, raising his upper body to your blushed face. You didn't say a word and drove your tongue into his mouth, arms locking him closer to you. The shared heat between your two bodies warmed the air around you, and you thought maybe that’s what it feels like to have a lover.

“Yeah,” you breathed, still ever so shy yet for once, a daring timbre crawled through your tone. “I think I’m ready…”

“If princess wants it,” his lips crack into a smile against yours, pants pulled down and hand pumping his length, fat tip lined against your entrance. Peeking down, regret almost settled into your being when you saw his size. Would it fit?

Then, he saw you and reassured you that he would go slow. No need to worry and to trust. So, you did. Bashfully spreading your thighs open for him.

Your muscles squeezed when he first entered, and he let out a long groan with a pause to his hips. It took a few seconds until he began to move, this time with a thumb rolling your clit to loosen your grip. Every inch of his cock stretched into your cunt made you go almost insane—the pain that first came was soon replaced with a delicate buzz of pleasure.

His hips were slow to thrust at first, gentle and soft until your walls had adjusted to his girth. Your little moans began to fill the chilly air when he slowly started to quicken up, and the bed began to squeak along with his rhythm.

“You look so pretty, y’know?” like silk, slinking through the hot air and into your ears. Every time his curved tip kisses your G-spot, you feel blank—blank of pleasure and stimulation. He could see it in your face, always able to read your features so well.

“Mmhp—” you let out a moan when he pulled your hips closer to him, fucking deep into your squelching cunt. Your back arched from the way his cock rubbed against your walls, hands over your mouth to muffle your whines.

“I wanna hear your pretty moans, (Y/N),” Gojo teased, softly leading your hands into his before fucking himself harder, deeper inside of you.

“Nngh! Feels s-so good—haa!” your hips began to move with his, legs hugging him closer to you and the world seemed to be on vertigo. Pleasure pervaded through every single cell in your body and your blood was pumping loud in your ears. “Please, I wanna cum!”

“Whatever princess says,” you could hear the smirk in his quivering tone, and with a few deep thrusts, the coil inside of your womb snapped—and your essence wet his thighs; your shaky moans high-pitched and sharp. “Yeah, pretty girl. Just like that.”

Static shot through your nerves, and your clit throbs against the hot air. Gojo let a thumb circle your nub, rubbing it through your climax as your nails sink into the skin of his arm. You could feel the warm mix of cum slipping out of your lips, running down your skin and into the bedsheet.

Once again, you felt the bed shift, and the warmth that held you lifted away. Through your hazy sight, you saw his figure rising, “Merry Christmas, pretty.”

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[nightcolorz]

btw, I’ve noticed it’s a bit of a fandom joke to imply that Armand is unappealing, gross, weird, not good in bed, not sexually attractive , etc, especially in comparison to lestat when it comes to Louis’s potential partners, or in regards to whether lestat would actually sleep with him, and I think this joke is mostly harmless, but it sometimes icks me out a little bit. It’s a major negative stereotype towards Indian ppl in film that they r ugly or awkward in a way that makes them undesirable, and it’s a character trope for Indian men where there’s often that “weird nerdy Indian man who is creepy and desperate to get a partner but he’s so gross and odd he never will” stock character in comedies. And like, just a psa, I think ppl should be more conscious about how they talk about Armand with these stereotypes in mind. The truth is, regardless of how u personally think of him, within the context of the show Armand is considered by all the leads to be attractive and desirable and charming, and I think it can come off as a little racist when u try to attribute these unappealing characteristics to him that he doesn’t have. Try to reflect, if u make jokes like this, on why u might think it’s funny or applicable to Armand to joke about how he’s a creep who desperately wants a partner but no one wants to sleep with him, even when that’s not reflective of his dynamics

[bloodreinasbathwater]

On Thin Ice

Jack Hughes X Reader

best friends brother au!

a;n I haven't touched this fic in so long because I thought u guys didn't like it, but when I checked the notes, it actually did pretty good. I have so much work to put out that I'm excited for you guys to read. This chapter is pretty short btw. Happy reading.

warnings: flirting, not proofread, fuckboy jack, forced proximity

masterlist link

previous chapter here :)

word count - 3295

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The apartment was enveloped in an eerie calm as y/n trotted through the hallways, her footsteps echoing softly against the hardwood floor. She had been staying in Luke's apartment for the past two days, the slow, eventful weekend rolling by, and it was now Sunday.

As she made her way through the living room, she huffed in annoyance, kicking away a stray pair of socks left carelessly on the floor. "fuckin Luke," she grumbled, making a mental note to throw the socks in the laundry bin on her way back to the guest room.

Y/n rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, the sound of a movie playing on the TV catching her attention. She glanced over at the couch, where Jack sat with his arms relaxed on the top of the pillows, his neck craned to watch her, a contemplative look on his face.

"Hi, stranger," Jack called out, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Hi, Jackie," y/n replied, returning his smile with a small one of her own. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing home, Luke hadn't mentioned anything about Jack skipping practice earlier.

As if reading her thoughts, Jack patted the seat next to him, his eyes glinting with an unspoken invitation. "Come sit with me?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the prospect of being alone with Jack. She couldn't deny the attraction that had been growing between them, the subtle flirtations and lingering glances that had become more frequent over the past few days.

She glanced around the room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, her fingers fidgeting slightly as she made her decision.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Y/n made her way over to the couch, her steps slow and deliberate. She could feel Jack's gaze following her every movement, adding to the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

As she sank into the plush cushions beside him, the warmth radiating from his body enveloped her, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne filled her senses, making her head swim slightly.

"What are you watching?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she gestured towards the TV. Her heart raced, and she hoped he couldn't hear it pounding in her chest.

Jack shrugged, his gaze never leaving her face. "Some old movie my mom used to watch. I wasn't really paying attention," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/n nodded, suddenly hyperaware of how close they were sitting, their thighs nearly touching. The proximity made her skin tingle, and she felt a blush creeping up her neck. As if sensing her nerves, Jack draped his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers gently brushing against her shoulder. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively leaned slightly into him, seeking more of his warmth.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a velvet promise. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing at the implication of his words. She turned to face him, her eyes locking with his, and in that moment, she knew that whatever was happening between them was far from over.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Can I ask you something?"

Y/n nodded, a bit taken aback by his demeanor. "Sure, what's up?" she replied, her voice soft with curiosity.

Jack leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching hers, a mix of earnestness and hesitance in his gaze. "Why didn't you want to give me your number that night at the bar, but you became friends with Luke?"

Y/n sighed, feeling a weight settle in her chest. She knew this conversation was bound to happen sooner or later. She glanced around Jack's living room, taking in the cozy yet modern décor.

The soft light from a floor lamp cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the sleek lines of the furniture and the muted colors of the decor. The TV played an old black-and-white movie in the background, its dialogue barely audible over the quiet hum of their conversation.

"Look, Jack," she began, turning back to him, her expression sincere. "I know about your reputation as a hockey player. I didn't want to be just another name on your list." Her eyes flicked to his, gauging his reaction.

Jack was visibly taken aback by her words, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. But a small, rueful smile played on his lips as he nodded, understanding her perspective. "Fair enough," he said, his voice softening. "But you should know, I'm not like that. That's just what the media wants me to be."

Y/n studied him for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, noticing the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He looked almost boyish, his usual confident demeanor softened by the sincerity in his expression. The flickering light from the movie danced across his features, adding depth to the moment.

Before she could respond, Jack gestured towards the living room, his smile turning playful yet reassuring. "Let’s just watch the movie, yeah? I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

Y/n felt a smile tugging at her lips as she nodded, relaxing a bit. "Alright, Jack. Let's watch the movie." She settled back into the couch, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders.

Jack’s arm remained draped across the back of the couch, his fingers gently brushing her shoulder from time to time, a comforting presence.

They both turned their attention to the screen, where the classic film played out in black and white. The soft murmur of the movie's dialogue blended with the ambient sounds of the living room, creating a peaceful backdrop for the moment they shared.

…

About thirty minutes into the film, the sound of the apartment door opening caught their attention. The door creaked open, and Luke walked in, juggling several grocery bags.

He paused in the doorway, a wide grin spreading across his face as he noticed Y/n and Jack sitting together on the couch. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Luke teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You two alone together again?"

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, a blush spreading rapidly as she quickly stood up from the couch, her heart racing. "I was just waiting for you to get home… to start cooking dinner," she explained hurriedly, moving over to the table where Luke had set down the groceries. She could feel the heat in her face intensify, aware of how her voice sounded a bit too high-pitched in her effort to sound nonchalant.

Luke chuckled, shaking his head with amusement. "Sure, sure," he said, winking at Y/n. "Looks like you two were getting pretty cozy."

Y/n busied herself with unpacking the groceries, her hands moving swiftly to organize the items. She couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement at being caught alone with Jack once more.

The memory of his closeness, his touch, lingered in her mind, making it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. She could feel the weight of Jack's gaze on her, intense and unyielding, from his spot on the couch.

Jack stretched, his movements casual but his eyes never leaving Y/n. He leaned back, his arm draped over the back of the couch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Don't mind Luke," he called out, his tone light and teasing. "He's just jealous."

Luke laughed as he joined Y/n in the kitchen, helping her unpack the groceries. "Jealous? Of what?" he retorted, glancing between the two of them. "You two are the ones having a movie night without me…Again."

Y/n smiled, shaking her head as she started preparing the ingredients for dinner. The kitchen filled with the sounds of chopping vegetables and the clinking of utensils, a domestic rhythm that contrasted with the earlier tension. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of Jack's eyes on her, watching her every move with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

As she worked, she stole a glance at Jack, who was now fully engrossed in the movie but still wore that small, enigmatic smile. The flickering light from the TV cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the softness of his expression whenever he looked her way.

It made her heart flutter, knowing that despite the interruption, the connection between them was undeniable and growing stronger with each passing moment.

Luke, noticing the subtle exchanges, shook his head with a knowing smile. "Alright, let's get this dinner started. I'm starving," he said, breaking the silence and adding a bit of normalcy to the evening. "And maybe after, you two can tell me all about this movie you were definitely watching."

Y/n laughed, the sound light and genuine, as she continued preparing dinner, feeling a sense of anticipation for what the rest of the evening might bring.

…

After dinner, the conversation shifted as Luke brought up his recent date. "So, Y/n, what do you think about me going on that second date with Sophie?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms above his head, a satisfied groan escaping his lips. The remnants of a hearty meal lay scattered across the table, a testament to Y/n's culinary skills.

Y/n shook her head, a playful yet concerned look on her face. "Honestly, Luke, I don't think it's a good idea," she said, beginning to gather the empty plates. "She seems nice, but I have a feeling she's not really your type."

Luke raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? And why's that?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Well, for starters," Y/n began, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she explained, "she barely laughed at your jokes, and we all know that's a red flag. Plus, she kept checking her phone during dinner, she said she didn’t want anything serious with you, the list could go on."

As Y/n spoke, Jack found himself unable to look away. Her animated gestures, the way her eyes lit up when she was passionate about something, the subtle smile playing on her lips—it all captivated him. He didn't realize he was staring until Luke's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Hey, earth to Jack," Luke called out, smirking. "You good, man? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Y/n glanced over, catching Jack's gaze and laughing. "Yeah, Jack, you okay over there?" she teased, her foot reaching out under the table to gently caress his leg in a playful manner.

Jack's cheeks turned a shade of red that matched the intensity of his smile. He stammered slightly, "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... lost in thought."

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, now that we've thoroughly embarrassed Jack, let's go play a game," he said, pushing himself up from the chair and patting Jack on the shoulder.

Jack, still flustered but smiling, nodded. "You're on, little brother," he replied, his competitive nature instantly piqued.

The two men made their way to the living room, their banter filling the air as they set up the Xbox. Y/n could hear the familiar sounds of the NHL game starting up, the commentators' voices blaring through the speakers. She lingered for a moment, watching them, a smile playing on her lips.

…

Y/n found herself alone in the kitchen, elbow-deep in soapy water as she tackled the dishes. The sound of the boys' laughter and the clashing of virtual hockey sticks drifted in from the living room, but she paid them no mind, focusing instead on the plates and glasses before her.

she stood at the sink, humming a gentle melody to herself. The warm water and suds caressed her hands, and she found a certain peace in the mundane task.

So engrossed was she in her task that she failed to notice the quiet footsteps approaching from behind. It wasn't until a solid form brushed against her back that she realized she was no longer alone.

Before she could react, a pair of strong arms reached around her, grabbing a clean dish towel from the counter. Startled, y/n gasped, spinning around to find herself face to face with Jack.

"Jack!" she exclaimed, her heart racing from the unexpected contact. "You scared me."

A smirk played on Jack's lips as he closed the distance between them, his body mere inches from hers. "Need some help?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat as Jack reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, trailing along her jawline before cupping her cheek. The roughness of his palm contrasted with the softness of his touch, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I... I've got it, thanks," she managed to say, her voice slightly shaky.

"I couldn't help but notice," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing her skin, "how beautiful you look when you're concentrating like that."

Y/n's heart hammered in her chest, her words caught in her throat. "I... I was just... doing the dishes," she managed to stammer, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.

Jack's smile widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And you do it so well," he teased, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her body.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from hers. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the faint scent of his cologne filling her senses. Her mind raced, wondering if he would close the distance, if he would finally kiss her like she had imagined countless times before.

But just as she thought she couldn't take the tension any longer, Jack pulled away, a playful smirk on his face. He reached past her, grabbing a clean glass from the rack, and filled it with water from the tap. "I should probably get back to the game," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Luke's waiting for me to beat him again."

"Thanks for taking care of the dishes," he said, his tone light and teasing. "You're a real lifesaver."

With a wink, he sauntered back into the living room, leaving y/n breathless and flustered. She braced herself against the counter, her knees weak and her heart pounding. She couldn't help but wonder if Jack knew the effect he had on her, if he reveled in the power he held over her emotions.

Taking a deep breath, y/n tried to compose herself, but the memory of Jack's touch, his closeness, and the unspoken desire between them lingered, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

…

The apartment was shrouded in a quiet calm, the only sounds being the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of settling wood. Y/n had just finished washing up and was stepping out of the guest room, feeling the need for a late-night snack.

She padded softly down the hallway, her footsteps almost silent against the cool wooden floor. The smooth surface beneath her feet sent a gentle chill through her body, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

As she neared the kitchen, she noticed a shadow moving in the dim light. She paused, heart quickening, and realized it was Jack, standing in the hallway with his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, a hushed whisper, as if he didn't want to be overheard.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she watched him, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of his phone screen. She couldn't help but admire the way his broad shoulders filled out his t-shirt, the fabric stretching taut across his muscular back.

"No, I told you, it's not like that," Jack murmured into the phone, his tone serious yet soft. "I just need some time to figure things out."

Y/n felt a pang of curiosity but decided against eavesdropping. She quietly slipped into the kitchen, the cool air from the fridge hitting her as she opened the door and began rummaging through the contents. The chill sent a shiver down her spine, and she rubbed her arms to ward off the goosebumps.

As she searched for something to satisfy her late-night cravings, her mind drifted back to the earlier teasing moments with Jack and Luke. A small smile played on her lips as she remembered the playful banter and the way Jack's eyes had lingered on her just a little too long.

Suddenly, the kitchen lights flickered on, and a presence loomed behind her. Startled, she screeched, clutching her chest as she whirled around to see Jack standing there, a mischievous grin on his face.

Her heart raced, pounding against her ribcage as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't help but notice how close he was, the heat from his body radiating towards her in the small space of the kitchen.

"Damn it, Jack," she gasped, swatting at his chest playfully. "You scared me again today!" Her fingertips brushed against the firm muscles of his chest, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her skin tingled at his touch.

Jack chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sorry, Y/n. Couldn't resist," he said, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He stepped closer, his presence enveloping her. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just needed a snack," she replied, trying to steady her breathing. "Couldn't sleep."

Jack leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving her face. "Me neither. Want some company?"

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Sure, why not," she said, pulling out some leftovers and setting them on the counter. She grabbed a couple of plates and handed one to Jack.

They stood there in comfortable silence, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery as they ate. Jack's eyes kept drifting to Y/n, admiring the way the soft kitchen light played on her features. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the air charged with a flirty tension.

After a few moments, Y/n sighed, breaking the silence. "Jack, can I ask you something now?" she began, her tone more serious now.

"Of course," Jack replied, setting his plate down and giving her his full attention.

"Why do you keep playing these games with me?" she asked, her eyes searching his. "One minute you're all flirty and sweet, and the next you're distant. If you keep joking around like this, you're gonna be on some thin ice."

Jack's expression softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching. "I'll take that as a challenge," he said, his voice a low whisper, his breath warm against her skin. "I'm not playing games, Y/n. I just... I like being around you. Maybe I don't always know the right way to show it."

Y/n studied his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. But the tension between them was palpable, a mix of frustration and undeniable attraction. "Well, if you're serious, then show me. Because I won't put up with any more nonsense."

Jack's smile widened, and he nodded. "Challenge accepted," he murmured, his eyes lingering on her lips for a moment before he took a step back. "Goodnight, Y/n."

As he walked away, Y/n felt a mix of emotions—excitement, confusion, and a touch of annoyance. Jack had a way of getting under her skin, but she couldn't deny the spark between them. She watched him disappear down the hallway, her heart racing, and wondered what tomorrow would bring.

...

Tag list <3

@rebelatbay @bunbunbl0gs, @ru-kru

[arlestial]

Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?

❝i regret you all the time❞

synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, he’d chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.

pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)

word count : 2350~ words

author-note : Hi !! It’s been a long time since I’ve wrote for Luna, so I hope it’s good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. It’s not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw don’t be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words 💗), and take care of yourself ♡

LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore he’d never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.

Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didn’t understand, he wanted to try again. He didn’t want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Luna’s dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.

"Hey, don’t you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"

You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.

"Actually, I just don’t care. I’m not interested."

Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you weren’t interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.

"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"

"Listen. You’re a player. Everybody knows it. I’m not interested when it comes to assholes who play with people’s feelings like you."

He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.

"You don’t find me attractive ?"

"I’ve seen much better."

And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.

"So you’re gonna follow me now ? What a creep."

"Nah. Just walking you home."

"I’ve never asked you to do that."

"’M just being a gentleman."

You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.

"Didn’t know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I haven’t fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"

"I’m definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, I’d be one, doll."

"Quit the petname, dude. We’re not together."

"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.

LEONARDO LUNA wasn’t capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasn’t used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasn’t going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasn’t the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didn’t even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didn’t have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he won’t talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Luna’s text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)

4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll

just wondering if you were free tonight ?

- read at 4:48p.m.

4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?

- read at 4:51p.m.

Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.

4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously

- read at 4:51p.m.

He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You weren’t answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.

5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not

- read at 5:01p.m.

You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.

5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?

- read at 5:00p.m.

5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me

see ya then :)

- read at 5:01p.m.

5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty

promise you’re gonna like it. picking a good place rn

- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.

He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldn’t erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.

LEONARDO LUNA’s smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasn’t interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.

You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.

8:15p.m.

Maybe you should’ve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.

8:25p.m.

Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You should’ve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.

8:35p.m.

It’s probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You should’ve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.

8:40p.m.

You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You should’ve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.

8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao

you’re probably driving, so be safe

anyway, i’m waiting outside for you to pick me up :)

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? It’s not funny yk

I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuck’s sake, im worried, can’t you just answer the damn phone ?

where are you ??

luna ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, you’re here, I was scared something happened to you

i’m outside, is everything okay ?

- read at 8:50p.m.

8:50p.m. | yn.ln : you’re not gonna answer, are you ?

- read at 8:52p.m.

Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didn’t know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.

8:54p.m. | yn.ln : you’re a fucking asshole. i should’ve listened the rumors about your mf face.

how could I believed you ??

srs, go fuck yourself.

you are the biggest regret I’ve ever had

- read at 8:58p.m.

8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.

- read at 9:00p.m.

Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you haven’t listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.

LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He haven’t even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didn’t know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.

9:11p.m.

"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.

"I’m- I’m so sorry. I got nervous. I’m just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. It’s the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."

"I can’t trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.

"You can. I didn’t think- fuck. It’s hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. It’s so simple to talk to you, I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly don’t deserve you. But I can’t help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. That’s all I’m asking for. A second chance, because I don’t want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."

"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, I’m not worth your attention. But I won’t stop thinking about you, I’m just not able to do it. Don’t let me down. Please."

You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.

He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if he’s seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.

"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.

"I won’t."

You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.

"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."

LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

[catastrophicalcat]

Catwoman's Love Interests, Ranked

No. 1. Batman. Predictable? Perhaps. Correct choice? Absolutely. They work purrfectly together. I may roll around to write a similar post for Bruce, but from Selina's perspective, he is an equal to her, values her independence, and helps her believe in herself.

(From the double date in Batman (2016) # 37, where Lois is wearing Selina's outfit)

No. 2-10. Selina herself. She is independent! But seriously, one of the things I loved the most from her 90s run was how not romance-focused she was! It was a lot of fun and refreshing to see female main character just not give a fuuuuck about romance.

(Look at her, just slapping this creep away as a squirrel laughs at him! From Catwoman (1993) #30).

No. 11. Christopher Castillo "Blondie". From Selina's adventures in Rome, the Blond was enamoured, charming, and helpful. Also, it wasn't clear if the attraction was truly reciprocal, or if Selina just got a fun vacation boy toy.

(Catwoman, When in Rome #6)

No. 12 Dean Hadley. I am not sure he really qualifies as a love interest, since I don't think that Selina was into him, but at least he died heroically trying to protect her.

(Can't compete with Batman, dies tragically, from Catwoman (2018) # 34)

No. 13 to 20. Selina on her own some more! Can't get enough of this girl on her own! Love the storyline where she unknowingly has a crush on a serial killer in a dog mask. You know what she did when she found out the truth about her crush? That's right, clawed the shit out of him!

(Catwoman (1993) #53. I think this storyline counts as her loving herself than being into this guy - she barely had any qualms about dumping him once she found out; none of that "but maybe I can fix him" for this cat!)

No. 21. The Riddler. Shocking choice, I know! But I'm thinking here of the Lonely City version - Batman is dead, time has passed, he made amends, they found each other. Doesn't work in other continuities, was fun here.

(Catwoman: Lonely City #3. The reveal that Eddie was a coke addict makes SO.MUCH.SENSE).

No. 22. James Thien. I guess he was fine. I didn't like it because her interest into him was really jarring - this was during the post-wedding break-up period when Selina was generally falling apart. But James was neither fish nor fowl. There wasn't enough development for her to be genuinely interested in him, and her interest was portrayed more like genuine interest than a random hook-up.

(Literally, I think that this is all the development there is! And then I don't remember what happened to him. Maybe he also died? That kind of seems to happen to her love interests a lot. Catwoman (2018) #12)

Nos. 22-90. Selina on her own some more! And Eiko. And others. Never enough of Selina being on her own! I also think that Eiko goes somewhere here probably, if not in my earlier "Selina on her own spot" - I just haven't read the New 52 run so I dunno. Other possible contenders in this range:

Onyx (but I don't think they had enough development)

The Trickster (Reddit tells me he's a Catwoman love interest but I don't remember it so it must have been neither good nor bad)

Spark (also new 52, so I dunno).

OK, this is where we get to bottom of the barrel, where unfortunately most other folks are. BTW, what's up with Selina having so many relationships with older mentor figures?

No. 91. Frank Baz. Some mafioso with whom Selina was hanging out in Italy. Ranked so low since he seems like a bad guy, there was a big age difference with her being really young, and he didn't do that much.

No. 91. Slam Bradley Sr. I think that Brubaker did a decent job making the romance between Selina and Slam Sr. work. I like how the run addressed how messy this relationship was, and how Slam was kind of preying on Selina's vulnerable emotional state. (Slam shouldn't have won that argument, but at least it was raised!) But unfortunately this is ranked so low since Slam becomes kind of a chump later on in the run and Selina's relationship with his son makes this very creepy.

(From Catwoman (2001) #17. Their relationship was actually pretty good in the beginning, but quickly got icky...)

No. 92. Wildcat/Ted Grant. I really like the backstory of Selina learning boxing from Wildcat. It's a sweet little bit setting up her eventual super-heroics, plus, Wildcat is awesome! He's a grumpy old man who is respected by everyone, even Batman (whom he also trained). Which is why I hated when Wildcat/Catwoman wrote her to have a crush on him. Gross! Did I mention that he's old?

(Catwoman/Wildcat #3. The art in this book is really 90s)

No. 92. Slam Bradley Jr. I totally get that hot people in costumes would have one night stands on rooftops after adrenaline rush situations. And the poor guy died right after sleeping with Selina! Nonetheless, ranked so low because it's sooo weird since she slept with his dad - which I think he knew - plus I'm pretty sure that their relationship started really antagonistic. Principles before hoes, bro! Also, not his fault but I don't like how he messed up Helena's paternity story some more.

(Catwoman (2001) #61. No idea why Selina tells the dad the story about how she banged his son?)

No. 93. Cat cult person who kidnapped Selina, dressed her up as princess Leia, and tried to marry her. Forgot this dude's name. Considering the stuff he did, he was a pretty nice dude. But - the stuff he did is pretty despicable!

(Catwoman #31. I really hated this storyline, so I feel like he should be lower, but I also really hated Stark and Valmont, so where can it go? Also not sure that kidnapping and forced marriage qualifies as a "love interest"; may rethink including him altogether but I also wanted to emphasize how much I don't like Stark or Valmont).

No. 94. Stark. Criminal who took Selina under his wing when she was still an underage sex worker, and slept with her. He's also a murderer. Pretty gross person overall, really creepy relationship.

(Selina's Big Score)

No. 95. Valmont. I really hate Valmont, OK? I wrote a whole giant post already about how much I hate him!

[cochart]

Some of my observations about Korean webtoons.

Also some more serious thoughts. Don’t read if you’re super fan of the genre btw.

I knew that this romance fantasy stuff was popular, but seeing the extent of how many webtoons of this genre is being produced and enjoyed kind of baffles me.

Obviously, romance has been a huge genre always, and a lot of shoujo manga classics are also romance/historical romance. So romance being popular is nothing new.

But I think Korean “romance fantasy” genre is different in that it’s much more “blatant” about the fantasy underlying the romance genre. It’s so “girl gets hot rich guy” without any fluff. You can argue that K-drama has the same trope, but at least in most K-dramas, the female protagonist isn’t usually harping about how she’s “trying to stay under the radar.”

That’s also what catches my eye. Usually, in romance fantasy webtoon, the female protagonist who’s a modern-girl-in-fantasy character, is supposed to be a supporting character or a villain. So she makes a huge emphasis during the initial episodes about how she just wants a peaceful life which we know is not going to happen. The whole “I’m not trying or doing anything, but (rich and handsome) guys keep getting attracted to me and giving me buncha stuff” is so blatant that sometimes it’s embarrassing. I guess this also does happen in some K-dramas but it’s more spelled out in romance fantasy webtoons.

To be fair, this is kind of an escapist genre, so I can’t be too harsh on them. Still, it sometimes creeps me out to think about how many young girls enjoy stories about modern girls dropping into a premodern fantasy world… so they can get married? Because that’s basically the only thing that happens in these stories. The female protagonist gets married to the male protagonist and has children—usually one smart girl who looks like the father and one sweet boy who looks like the mother. Usually, the story pretends that the female protagonist is more than just a wife by giving her a small business or explaining that she does the bulk of managing the land. But it’s almost always only the male protagonist who has the title and an official position. Sometimes, these webtoons almost feel like some Korean version of tradwife fantasy.

Everyone has some sort of guilty pleasures they enjoy, and I don’t want to shame anyone for whatever weird stuff they like looking at. I, for one, enjoy watching crappy horror flicks like Big Ass Spider! (2013). But to think that young girls and women enjoy stories about going to the fantasy land to get married and have kids is kind of sobering in an age where companies in Korea fire illustrators for retweeting a tweet supporting a women’s rights protest (true story lol).

By the way, I know not all romance fantasy webtoons are tradwife fantasies, but I think you’d be in denial if you say that a significant portion of them are not.

*It’s almost insulting when you think about how in isekai fantasy involving men—whether it’s webtoon, anime, light novels, or manga—the protagonists usually end up becoming a hero or some kind of powerful figure. Of course, they also “get the girl” if there is one. So when guys go to isekai, they become heroes but when girls go to isekai, they become wives? If that isn’t sad, I don’t know what is.

[renranram]

My Barista ⊹ ࣪ ˖

sfw

where quackity starts to leave paper hearts for barista y/n every single day || short btw

alex had caught an interest for the new barista from the café he had been going ever since he attended college

he liked you because of your personality, he finds you kind, friendly and approachable but never had the balls to talk to you unless he has to order something

“ look, why don't you just talk to them man? it's that simple, just say hi, i find you attractive and shit like that can i get your number? “ his friend, karl, states as alex groans out, fixing his earbuds as he glances at you

the man was in a call with karl, hoping for a collab but it leads on to him ranting about you, “ you know it's not that easy, i mean, just look at them, they're so pretty, and kind, and shit like that “ alex sighs out

“ be glad im filming for a video, if i was there i would be the one to tell them “ karl continues to scold his bestfriend, “ yeah yeah of course you would “ alex chuckles as he fixes his beanie

“ oh, what's that? “ he asks, spotting a heart shaped paper on karl’s background, “ oh, jimmy challenged us to make origamis and stuffs “ karl grabs the heart shaped origami as he got it closer to the camera

“ it's cute “ alex commented as karl shrugs, smug, “ because i made it “ he flips his hair as alex could only chuckle before glancing up at you again

“ uh… how can you make that? “ he asks, “ it's really simple! “ karl exclaims as he guides alex, gently folding the paper in even sides then creating a paper heart

and after that, history was made, at first, he didn't actually mean to leave the paper, he forgot to pick it up because he was rushing, but seeing you smile as you pick up the paper heart, he started intentionally leaving them

and you, didn't mind, you cleaned his table everytime he leaves, hoping he'd leave another and he does, it was kinda awkward every time he orders, the two of you woupd avoid eye contact but both will be a blushing mess

“ see! im literally such a pogger “ karl cheers for him, “ yeah yeah yeah, whatever… the only problem is uhh… i kind of… don't know how to properly talk to them “ he scratches the back of his head

“ bruh “ karl exclaims, “ hm… what about you leave your number on one of the paper hearts? “ karl suggested as alex chuckles, “ fuck no, and make them think im a creep? “

“ come on! just try it, dont be so ballsy “ karl insists as alex pause, “ ill think about it “ he mutters

he left two papers for you this time, a note and the usual paper heart, ‘ open the heart:) ‘ the note states as you slowly unfolds the heart, seeing his number wrote inside

you of course hesistated first, thinking this was just a small joke or a prank but you're unaware how he would rant about you to his twitch chat and friends, his twitch chat knowing you as ‘ his favourite barista ‘

at first your texts are very awkward, but the moment you mentioned a hobby of yours it just immediately clicked, everyday he'd go on the café daily, the two of you would chat if the only customer was him

days go by, and by just a blink, alex lays his head on your shoulder, “ happy anniversary babe “ he mumbles, smiling as he pecks your cheek

“ 3 years “ you added, intertwining your hands with his as you two sat on a park, just admiring the fine summers day, “ is it really that long already? “ he chuckles as alex sits up

“ maybee “ you laugh as you open your picnic basket, setting down the strawberry that alex would always order and some other snacks too of course

as you set things up alex looks at you with admiration and a smile, fixing your hair as he pulls out a paper heart from his pocket, gently handing it to you

“ oh? “ you ask, looking at him in confusion, “ you should unfold it or something “ he smiles at you cheekily

you slowly unfold the neatly folded paper, ‘ will you marry me? ‘ the paper reads out as you gasp, as suddenly alex was in one knee, holding out a small box for you

looking up at you, “ i know this isn't your ideal proposal but uh “ he scratches the back of his head as you tackle him with a hug, already sobbing

you press kisses all over his face, leaving your lipstick marks as alex could only chuckle, gently guiding you to wear your engagement ring

[crushedsweets]

I loved the ask about ticciwork what it would be like if they were able to date! Now I was wondering what that would be like with Jack and Toby!

Though I’m not sure if they have the same chemistry as ticciwork. 😭

Btw you have forever engraved ninakate to my soul LMAO I love them so much!! ❤️

I ABSOLUTELY CAN i think theyre super cute + i have a really sweet ticcijack ask i wanna draw soon. im gonna go off on a tangent about their upbringing and how that'd impact their sexuality tho, cuz i think that'd be relevant .

this was written more like notes for a one-shot of them getting together, rather than the format i did for ticciwork

ok. so for starters, toby has a huge wall to get over. i dont really have sexuality hcs for many of the creeps (jane and kate r lesbians, lius a gay man, ninas bi are my only concrete hcs) BUT i know toby's upbringing involved his dad constantly demeaning him for being 'feminine' (anytime he did something with lyra), a pussy, calling him slurs, telling him to man up, insulting any gay man he might see on tv, etc. and toby hates his dad, so he'd have an easy time being like 'ok whatever old man like i give a shit if a guy fucks a guy' BUT he would still feel a ton of guilt and shame if he were attracted to a guy.

jack might be a little similar, not because his dad was constantly berating him, but he still grew up in a pretty traditional house and his uncles/cousins would often tease him cuz he liked to cook and bake and had a lot of empathy. but he also went to university, and while it was still in alabama, a lot of colleges and stuff are a lot more progressive so it wasn't something he dwelled on much. live and let live, basically

AND AS A RESULT, it would be MUCH harder for either of them to make a move. toby would push any feelings down so fucking fast, and jack would just shrug it off and say he doesn't have like.. the "right" to have such emotions. after all he's done.

but they've also had a ton of intimate moments. the amount of times toby's been sat in his boxers while jack has to stitch up his stomach is kinda obnoxious. the amount of times jack checks toby's temperature and scolds him for dumb shit. toby scoffing and grabbing jacks wrist to pull his hand off, but his touch lingers

jack wears his mask a lot, but toby would make a comment. "i wanna see what you look like. it cant be THAT bad." and then jacks like ? asshole. so toby backtracks and is like "ok but if it is bad, thats kinda cool" and jacks like 'dude shut up'. but then toby would try and go on about 'im serious man you're over here stitching me up every other week and im practically the only person you talk to. let me see' and jack thinks about it. maybe not that day, but eventually he would.

if toby has already kinda come to terms with liking guys, OR he's so oblivious to his own feelings, he might say something stupid like "oh shit you're hot dude why do u wear that stupid ass mask" and jack would get embarrassed. and try to put it back on, but toby would snatch it and toss it on some counter and say "ok well now i know so stop wearing it" and jacks like. ok. fuck you. fine.

and toby stares a lot. like. a lot a lot. and jack kind of knows. the echolocation and thermavision helps him know toby's head is turned his way, but he can't exactly pinpoint where toby's eyes are. but he keeps turning away

toby would eventually just ask 'you gotta know im looking at you , right?' and jack is like ...well i thought so. thanks for confirmation. and toby laughs it off but jack is getting embarrassed

jacks feelings would develop slowly and he'd recognize every single moment he feels something. tobys would develop more rapidly, but he has no fucking idea what he's feeling is romantic. he thinks jacks attractive as fuck, he likes intelligent people, he likes how jack challenges tobys toxic ass mindset (only after the fact, hates it in the moment), and jack does a lot for him. patches him up, cooks him good meals.

the ask i mentioned said something about jack touching toby's lip and toby keeps looking at jacks lips and theres crazy tension etc etc etc. i genuinely dont know who would kiss who first.

if it were jack, toby would sit there kinda stunned, and jack would pull away and fumble out an apology. then toby tells him to do it again. and again, and again.

if it were toby, jack would immediately kiss back. he's had it on his mind for a long time, but genuinely didnt think anything would come.

toby would ask what now. he wants jack to set some sort of guidelines. he hates rules but holy shit does he not know how to navigate this, not with jack. jack would shrug it off and theyd try not to talk about it. toby might not come back to see jack for a while, but end up really hurt and dragged there to get his arm popped back into place. and jack would have to ask why he stopped visiting.

toby would admit it, finally. something about 'because i fucking like you and its really fucking weird and i dont wanna ruin the whole medic patient pal thing we got going on but this entire fucking time ive been avoiding you, im thinking about you a hundred times more'. and jack would ask why he thinks its weird. and theyd talk for a while

jack would ask toby if he could kiss him again, and toby would say yes.

[theraddestfemalive]

im not even a trans woman and i look so fucking horrendous and ugly. im neurodivergent as fuck so i don’t know how to take care of my body properly without forgetting or my interests getting in the way. At the age i was supposed to be my prettiest, my shitty dominican dna cursed me with an ugly mustache, slow metabolism, facial acne, and like the ugliest boobs I’ve ever seen. I fucking despise my dad for putting me through so much for that alone, and he doesn’t even come around to help. He avoids paying my mom child support (which i need btw because im ND and I want to get lessons and actual good clothing)

In all due seriousness, all of the other girls my age are literally in normal schools and passing their shit with flying colors while developing a few talents. I can’t even complete regular tasks and im in a school full of weirdos and a boy that i used to like but stopped after finding out how fucking ugly he looked and how much he objectified me (he had a p0rn addiction, had a b3lly fetish, and is basically the corniest dude on earth, even my mom doesn’t like him)

I hate my heritage for giving me such a disadvantage, not only genetic wise, but also economically. (my dad was an immigrant, and my mom’s parents were too.)

It’s just every time i try to be better i look r3t4rd3d as fuck and i feel as if god as a whole entity is trying to hold me back from achieving my goals because I’m destined to be inferior to everyone

I don’t know how people (ESPECIALLY WHITE PRIVILEGED REGULAR PEOPLE) always argue that they’re a certain complicated form of a “gender” trying to find reasons to be mad when there’s an obvious fact that im literally the ugliest girl in the world.

If there’s a god, why did they give me this ugly body as a teenage girl? Eh? Did my stupid personality completely align with how im supposed to look? Why do all of the radfems and non radfems have pretty bodies but im just a slab of fucking cells? I literally got made fun of in a discord server for the way my boobs look and every other girl gets to be pretty with perfectly round and perky ones.

anyways, sorry for the vent. I’m just so frustrated with how I look and how normal every kid around me is. If I wasn’t so ugly, I wouldn’t be attracting the weirdest fucking creeps ever.

[dreamsndmadness]

Hello!! Me again, :)

I read the newest chapter(of bloodlines, which was awesome) and I was wondering about Paul. What about Feyd endears Paul? Honestly, Feyd doesn’t seem like someone Paul would be with given the choice especially considering Feyds first impression. It seems to me that at this point even tho Paul and his mother are still being the plotting little schemers we know and love and that Paul’s affections could be apart of some plan of theirs, his emotional boundaries are still somewhat being chipped away at by Feyd.

Also btw this isn’t relevant to the characters but I love how you worked your way around feyds social ineptness to give the readers hints to understanding Paul, for example in chapter 6 when they’re talking about the spice shipments and Paul says “it’s only been a few weeks since the change” and he gets a cloudy look in his eyes; I interpreted that as him also reflecting on how short it’s been since his father died and how his life has been drastically changed but Feyd doesn’t pick up on that at allllll lol.

Also do u mind if ppl draw fanart of ur fic? I’m a very slow artist but I’d love to draw some of ur scenes :3

Another wonderful question 😍.

To be quite honest about what Paul feels for Feyd, there really isn’t affection for him on Paul’s side (at this point!!). Feyd fell pretty fast and hard for obvious reasons. But there are so many more layers surrounding how Paul feels about Feyd. His kinda philosophy going into this was to basically have sex with him because he has to and remain extremely emotionally distant from this person who is part of the family that murdered his beloved father and destroyed his whole world. He very much would not have picked Feyd as a partner if situations were different. Which is part of the reason I am finding writing this story so fun, because it’s picking apart these characters' brains and figuring out a way they can fit together.

Very slight inklings of affection have been creeping up on him and will continue on to creep up on him in the coming chapters. But it is going to be a very slow burn for Paul emotionally. Where Feyd, at this point, is almost in love with him. I feel like each chapter represents another step forward in their relationship, for Feyd and Paul and oftentimes it means different things to them personally.

Paul is only just coming to acknowledge and accept that he’s physically attracted to this person, which in itself was a hard conclusion for him to come to as he was raped on his wedding night. Which was a frankly awful experience for him. Which is why we see him not physically turned on by Feyd for several encounters after that. He’s afraid and in his head and deeply uncomfortable. But Feyd has been pretty relentless about making sure Paul has an orgasm every time they fuck, so Paul was like “hold up… am I enjoying this?”. Basically, chapter 7 was him being like “okay, I enjoy having sex. But I think in order to make this better for the both of us, we need to come to some understandings about how we are going to have sex in the future”. He’s trying to figure out what he likes sexually as he was in fact a virgin before all of this went down. Basically he’s a little more comfortable around Feyd now, hence the slight playfulness in chapter 7 where he tickles him and then laughs at Feyd’s reaction. Honestly such a favorite moment of mine.

(Side note, Paul is going to have a POV chapter soon which will help to elucidate some of this).

So chapter 8 for Paul, that little interaction at the end. He's starting to see and understand that they have a common enemy and see how this could potentially open up some trust between them as they’ve both been hurt by this person. If anyone was wondering, yes I do think Paul knows about Feyd’s CSA. While I haven’t read the book yet, the movies seem to indicate that he gets flashes about people beside himself i.e. Dr Kynes when he knows that she loved and lost a Fremen warrior. In this story, Paul knows Feyd was sexually abused by his uncle. It helps give some perspective on this violent and frankly terrifying person in a way that allows him to feel sympathy and give a little more understanding and context to him as a person and their relationship as a whole. And the fact that at the end of chapter 8 Feyd seeks him out in a protective way rather than to demand sex, goes a long way in Paul having some more good will towards him.

In the next chapter, something else will happen as another step/layer to their relationship that will give Paul another “aha” moment. It’s going to help him feel even more comfortable in their marriage and kinda understand better how their dynamic is going to continue going forward (in a sexual and non sexual way).

Paul and Feyd are such different people with extremely disparate upbringings. Paul was deeply loved and protected by his parents who modeled love and affection for him and raised him to be an intelligent and empathetic person. However, he has little context for having friendships and relationships with people his own age or arguably at all. His only friends seemed to be his parents and much older mentor figures who were old enough to be his father or grandfather. Feyd is not only much younger than those people, but has absolutely no emotional maturity. So there's this very wide divide between them. To bridge that gap is going to take years. Which is why there is going to be more stories after bloodlines. It will not happen by the end of this fic. However, they are going to come to a (hopefully) satisfying emotional understanding by the last chapter. At least I’m very satisfied by it and excited to share it 😝.

If I could pinpoint what specifically endears Feyd to Paul, at this point… honestly not a lot… He is so so different from anyone he’s known before. I think he likes (sometimes), that Feyd surprises him (when it’s not a bad surprise, which honestly most of them have been). He’s much more of an instinctual and spontaneous person where Paul is thoughtful and analytical. I think he appreciates that Feyd seems to like him taking the lead in their sexual relationship. And I think he likes that Feyd seems to respect his intelligence and fighting abilities and actively seeks his council and input.

Oh my goodness this is incredibly long. Hopefully all of that makes sense 😝. Also, yes to Feyd not getting the implication behind Paul’s words in the scene about the time between the change.

ALSO YES PLEASE!!! Oh my goodness!!!!! If you made art for this story, I am not joking when I say I will print it out and frame 🥹❤️. (As long as you are okay with that, that is). Basically, I would be so honored and delighted.

[tiredbonbon]

…Affairs

Pairing: William Afton x gn! Reader

Summary: You lived in your small, shitty town all your life, with nothing very interesting happening to you, until at least, you catch the eye of one of your dad‘s friends.

Warnings!: age gap (reader is an adult), flirty William bc thats how it is, inappropriate relationships(?)

A.note: soo this is the firt time i write anything on this blog, if the writing in here isn’t the best please excuse me I am trying this kind of stuff for the first time and have to see if I feel comfy with it and what the response is, feel free to offer criticism in my dm‘s or leave requests in my inbox, reader is gender neutral btw.

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Picture creds: Noisx

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You had been living in the small town you were born in for all your life, and that meant all your life, you never spent a year abroad, never went to schools outside and even vacations or visits out of town were never longer than a week. You basically knew this place like your right pocket, and everyone there knew you and you and your family as well.

It wasn’t that you particularly hated it, it was more that you were so goddamn bored of it, this place felt like a desert at times, and really, the only thing that even attracted people from outside was the diner down the streets, ‚Freddy Fazbears Pizza‘ a pizzeria ran by two of your fathers friends he met in college. The place was actually a huge hit all around the state, gradually extending its popularity all around the country, which was because of, you guessed, the children’s entertainment animatronics that had always been the face of the franchise.

Despite it easily being the hottest place in town for both children and adults, it wasn’t a place you particularly liked to spend your time at, first of, the animatronics always creeped you out a little bit, secondly, since Henry was particularly close to your dad, should you have run into him at the restaurant, you‘d always have to awkwardly try and chitchat, which was nearly unavoidable with him being at the place like every day anyway. The only time you ever really went down there was when your parents asked you to go and pick up some pizza to eat for lunch or dinner and despite him sometimes being a bit too friendly for your own taste, Henry was a nice man, often times telling you to keep the money your dad gave you and to take the food on the house, that was always a welcomed boost for your wallet.

Right now, you sat on the sidelines of your family’s garden in the shade trying to block out the soldering heat that was a summer in Utah, your family was hosting a barbecue at your house, inviting Henry with his wife and kid, as well as the Aftons from down the block, you never knew them as well as the Emilys, but you were always well aware of their existence.

In the garden, three kids ran around the active sprinklers, Charlotte, Elizabeth and Evan. Out of the bunch, Charlie was the one that you were most comfortable with, she was a nice and respectful kid and most of all knew her boundaries, while on the other hand Elizabeth was just too extroverted and energetic for your taste, and while he was a good kid at heart, Evan always felt like a bit of a time bomb. You never wanted to handle the awkwardness of accidentally making a small child cry that you always felt came with interacting with him.

Both Liz and Evan belonged to the Aftons, they did have another brother called Michael, but just like you, he was long an adult and instead of jumping around the cold sprinklers rather sat in the shade, far away from anyone else.

You looked up to the parents mostly standing out in the middle of the porch, your mum and dad were both next to the active grills, chatting with Henry and his wife, while off on the side a bit away from them, there he was, William.

Honestly, you never spend a lot of time around him, for one, when you were down at the pizzeria, he was apparently working in the back and when you were home, if Michael was telling the truth he was usually in the downstairs basement working on new ‚creations‘. All enough to tell you that he wasn’t very sociable which felt a bit ironic knowing he managed a restaurant chain targeted at kids.

The only times you saw him was when he occasionally chatted with your dad in front of the house, peeking out his office at the pizzeria or that one time he helped your mom fix her car, but really you didn’t remember the last time you saw him like this, in a populated area with his family, standing around in the open.

Visually, you didn’t find him particularly …unappealing, he was a tall, slender guy, with short and messy brown hair and most times in mediocrely formal attire, his eyes were quite cool and most times sunken in with a typical, wide, british grin, which was also mirrored in his accent.

Who were you really kidding here? You didn’t think of your dad‘s friend as unattractive, he was the typical, dilfy, older guy for you, and finding him so appealing was also one of the factors why you didn’t really come around to the pizzeria the last few years. You questioned your tastes a little bit, after all, a lot of the neighborhood kids and even some teens were straight up terrified of William for one reason or another and avoided his mere sight at all costs.

You sighed, trying to brush the thoughts out of your head, you wished you could have just watched this all from your room, but your parents insisted that you stayed outside with them now that you were ‚one of the adults‘.

„Y/n!“ you flinched suddenly realizing your dad was calling out to you, you shifted from the stones you were sitting on as quick as possible as you hurried over to know what he wanted.

„Gosh darling is your hearing okay?“ he shook his head as you tried recovering from your total daze earlier, he sighed, „ugh… would you be so kind and fetch some plates from inside, oh, and some ice pops for the kids?“ he asked.

„Oh uh, yeah sure.“ you replied swiftly, you didn’t mind getting away from the others outside for a little. You quickly walked inside and into the kitchen, leaning over the counter to pull around a recent newspaper, your eyes scanning around the articles for a bit as you slacked down into one of the kitchen island‘s stools and reading trough the texts, losing grasp of what you were even supposed to do.

„Still in here, eh?“ you perked up at the sudden voice in the room, mortified to see William of all standing at the opposite side of the kitchen island, crossing his arms.

Your scrambled up, nearly knocking over the stool you were on with you on it and barely preventing a fall, „Oh uh- Mr. Afton, do you need anything?“ His lips twitched up at your sudden nervousness and loss of composure, „Your fatha‘ told me to go in here to check on you, said‘ he didn’t want you sneaking off to your room.“

You hissed a little, knowing thats the exact type of thing your dad would say, not taking into account if it‘d embarrass you or not. You folded the newspaper back up and quickly pushed past him to go to the kitchen cabinets in which the plates were, almost feeling nervous as his arms barely crossed yours. „Don’t rush, I‘m not gonna blame ya‘ „

You turned back to him raising an eyebrow in confusion, „I‘m not an ‚extrovert‘ myself yknow‘ , Henry‘s usually the one handling the kids down at the diner.“ he leaned against the counter behind him as you pulled out a few plates from the cabinets and set them down, chuckling awkwardly.

You undoubtedly felt embarrassed being completely alone with him, not that it had even happened before anyway. You had no idea what to say, or talk about, but then, one small thing still came to your mind. „So uh, are you building any more of those …robots?“

He chuckled, „oh yeah, plenty, are you interested in that sorta stuff y/n?“ fuck, that was the first time you think you had even heard him say your name at all. „Heh- A little maybe, I was kinda curious I guess.“

„hmhm, well I‘m flattered, you can come down to the diner sometime, I‘d be happy to show you some the endos we use.“ he offered, it did seem sorta interesting… you always kinda wondered how those animatronics looked like without the faux fur covers, although, you weren’t sure if it wouldn’t be equally terrifying.

You turned back to the plates, you weren’t sure how many would be used, so you just got a good stack. You bent down to the cooler, cramming around for any ice pops to keep the children at bay for a while. „So, you got yourself a fit bloke round‘ here?“ you felt yourself a bit startled at the sudden questioning, trying to keep your eyes fixed on the cooler and not up to meet his.

„Eh- no Sir, I‘ve uh.. I‘ve never had a boyfriend before I don’t really like the guys around here.“ you replied, that was actually the truth, most the people your age around here were far from your type, your mom had asked you plenty of times what you thought about Michael, and while he definitely aged better than most around there, you couldn’t see anything like that with him.

„Well, what about the men?“ you nearly choked for a moment, awkwardly laughing as if what he said was just some generic joke, yet you had no real idea what he actually meant by it. You finally scrambled out the ice pops from the freezer, putting them on top of the stacks of plates, „Are ya sure you can carry all that by yourself?“ he asked, you paused, looking at the stack for a moment, but before you could reply he had already pushed himself beside you and picked up half the stack himself.

You smiled awkwardly, „Thank you Mr. Afton…“

You quickly picked up your stack, following him outside as you didn’t want to bother your parents anymore with your reluctance, “there you are y/n, what in the world you took so long?” Your father asked seeing you finally leave the building, you were already prepared for a long lecture and being damned to stand next to him by the grill but to your surprise, before you had to say anything, William answered for you, “Bloody hell Bill give them a rest would you? We were just inside having a chat.”

Your father looked over to William, then to you, before seemingly calming down, “Whatever you say Will…” before you could turn to thank him however, Elizabeth and Charlie were already scrambling to steal the ice pops you had from you. Precious kids.

Quickly after you were done handing out ice pops to the kids, you were urged by your mom to help deck out the table for everyone to eat, while doing so, unwillingly your gaze often wandere back to William, who had taken back the spot at the side of the porch, simply leaning against the wall, on occasion meeting your eyes only to have you scrambling back to deck our plates with napkins to which you swore you could hear him chuckle in the distance, his mere presence was seriously starting to kill you.

After everyone sat down to eat, of course he had to be sat right next to you, and sure maybe the bench you sat on was a little cramped since elizabeth wanted to sit right next to her father, but surely not so cramped that his shoulder had to be constantly pressing against yours right..?

“So y/n, are you still on the lookout for a job? Like I said I’d always offer you a place down at the diner.” Henry mentioned, “Ah no worries, I’m still trying to manage my work from home since its the easiest at the moment.” You replied, your form stiffening even more when William turned his head to you.

It probably didn’t look weird to the others, but for you he was starting to be so close you felt his breath on your neck, his eyes always threatening to meet yours should you just risk the tiniest glance over at him.

“Thats a shame, I’m sure you’d look fantastic in one of our work uniforms.” The comment made most adults at the table chuckle, even Henry, but for you, it split your mind, you felt your emotions make you dizzy

Before he could say anything else, as if your hand moved on its own, you ‘accidentally’ knocked over your glass of lemonade, spilling it all over your top and shorts.

“Oh- Y/n are you okay??” Charlotte peeked up from her side of the table, you quickly stood up, “Oh yeah- please excuse me I’ll go change in my room!” And before your parents or anyone else could say something you rushed back inside and upstairs, sliding down your door as soon as you slammed it shut.

Fuck

You had absolutely no idea what had just happened to your mind, it was like the pinnacle of tension in your body, not even neccecarily awkwardness but something else. You slowly got back up and took a deep breath before taking off your now very sticky shirt and shorts, ‘ am I letting myself get so tense just because of that man? What is wrong with me??’

You crammed out a new pair of shorts and a tshirt, god previously you didn’t even talk to William and now after so little interaction you were letting him get to you so much? For gods sake he was your dads friend and probably old enough to be your father too, this… this wasn’t becoming more than a silly crush right?

You grabbed a pillow from your bed and hit it atop your own head, trying to quite literally bonk yourself, by now, the sun had gone down, and surely it was time for everyone to leave anyways, you could surely go downstairs now right? Sure your dad would be pissed for you not saying goodbye to your guests, but you’d just have to deal with that.

You slowly made your way back down, it was awfully quiet, ‘huh… maybe they left already?’ It would have been much to your gratitude.

‘Huh… seems like it’ the front porch was empty, only the grills coal slowly burning out, you breathed a sigh of relief slowly backing away to lean against your kitchen island in victory, but ran into something else halfway, immediately flinching back.

Great. Just your fucking luck.

“AH- Mr- Mr. Afton, Im so sorry I thought you and your family were already gone-“ you stuttered, trying to hold composure even though you had just blatantly walked right into his chest, but he once again, merely chuckled.

“Its all right luv, I just wanted to say goodbye to ya, its not even me and you see each other aight?” You felt your face heat up, now it wasn’t just tension, it was straight up making you blush, was he meaning to do this????

“Oh of course- have a good night Mr. Afton, I- I’ll say hello next time in down at the diner!”

“Just visit me in my office, I’d be happy to have you around.” He grinned, one last time, before turning away from you, “Liz, Evan, Michael! Get over here we are going home.

You stood in the kitchen for another few moments, dumbfounded, red and confused.

This was, definitely becoming more than a silly crush.

[brunchable]

can you make a 616 stephen fanfic w the song sweet by cigarettes after sex? :) i love your fanfics btw! they get me through my obsession 🤭

Sweet [Oneshot Request] || Doctor Strange x F!Reader.

Word count: 5.2K.

Summary: After sending Stephen a video of you wearing your new red lingerie. He wasted no time in latter you know how much he adores you.

Warning: SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. Oral (male and fem receiving), unprotected p & v sex, creampied, mild dom behaviour. Fluff/comfort.

A/N: RIP. I finally finished this request. I am so sorry this took so long dfilvbsd.

Standing in front of the window, you looked out into the clear cool night. Patches of clouds float through the starlit sky. You watched as a patch approached the nearly full moon. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The air had the smell of freshly fallen rain. That always relaxed you somewhat. You opened your eyes and brought the glass of wine to your lips.

You took a sip in the light of the re-exposed moon and sighed quietly as a lazy cool breeze floated through the opened window. The breeze gently caressed your silk nightie and teased your freshly bathed skin.

You placed the glass on the sill and held the curtain up. Just as the curtain was securely tied to the side of the window, the moonlight hid behind another patch of cloud. You took a deep breath again and closed your eyes. You listened to the sounds of the night coming through your window.

You nearly cried out as you felt a warm pair of lips at the nape of your neck. You felt strong hands touch each of your arms. Then you felt his lips touch the side of your neck for another soft kiss.

"Hi." Stephen, your neighbour and your current boyfriend whispered quietly in your ear.

You formally met Stephen when both of you were coincidentally grocery shopping at the same time. It was ten at night and you just finished work; you stopped by to the snack aisle to grab chocolates and chips. However your favourite ones were at the top shelf, you've been there for a while hoping everyone in the aisle would just leave so you can jump up and get it without embarrassing yourself. 

Stephen on the other hand was standing at the end, totally aware of your problem after recognising you and trying to decide whether he should make a move and help you. Even though both of you knew each other by face for waving and greeting each other from your apartment window, he didn’t want to seem like a creep—but he did find you very attractive so that night he decided to take his shot.

Stephen wrote his phone number on a piece of paper before casually walking towards you and leaned up behind you, grabbing the box of treats you were trying to reach for and dropping it in your cart along with his number. He smiles at you and leaves without a word. By the expressions on your face, Stephen knew that you recognised him and your decision to text him back was the best decision of your life.

You didn't respond verbally, instead you leaned back slightly. You felt his warm hands leave your arms and touch your hips.

Stephen felt you lean back towards him. He leaned forward a bit to support you against him. He touched your hips with his hands but decided to hug you instead. He slid his hands over from your hips and clasped his hands in front of you. He then kissed your right shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" he whispered sweetly and quietly.

You weren't sure if it was the wine or his voice or the strength of his presence or a combination of all three but it felt good. You found herself closing your eyes and leaning your head back. Your right hand moved from the curtain to touch the side of his face.

Stephen felt your cool, soft hand on the side of his face. He kissed your shoulder again but this time he continued to kiss you. His lips moved from your shoulder up towards your neck. Slowly, his warm breath trailed its way along your smooth cool skin. You seemed to relax under the touch of his hot lips, pressing softly against you. He unclasped his hands and moved his right hand back to your hip. He placed his left palm gently on your stomach.

You felt his warm, almost hot, hand touch your stomach through your nightie. You felt yourself shiver with a sense of anticipation. Your hand, still touching his face, slid up into his hair as you felt his lips move up to your neck, massaging your skin.

He kissed you slowly and stopped as his lips reached the area where your neck and shoulder meet. He took a deep breath and lifted his lips from you.

He softly whispered, "You smell really good, y'know."

You shivered again as he whispered. You decided you were definitely feeling something. It was all triggered by his whispering voice. By his lips. By his touch. You felt his right hand travel up from your hip, slowly, almost teasingly. Your body responded to his moving hand by making you move slightly; leaning back, pressing yourself against him.

"You know that I'm obsessed with your body. I couldn't focus on teaching the new students at Kamar-taj because of that video you sent wearing that new red lingerie of yours. . ."

He felt your back press against his front. His hand moved past the side of your breast, barely touching his fingertips against her. He moved up under your right arm. He lowered his lips to the spot between your neck and shoulder, carefully resumed his kissing. His lips opened a little, kissing and massaging the skin on your neck. Slowly he moved up the side of your neck. His right hand, palm slowly sliding against the smooth skin of your arm moved towards your elbow.

"It’s my new favourite." 

You arched your neck towards the left as you felt his hot wet lips move up the side of your neck while he talks. 

"Do you want me to wear it for you tonight?" You let a soft sigh escape you as you felt his right hand caressing your arm. You didn't even know your skin was so sensitive there. Your body moved. Your legs shifted as you tried to steady yourself. Still leaning against him, you wanted to turn around and kiss him.

The man was incredibly handsome and undeniably sexy. His black hair and his infamous side streaks and goatee matched with his ocean blue eyes made any girl swoon. He stood at 6'2 with an amazing physique that the many hours he spent in training created. You began to reminisce on the first time you felt his full weight on top of you. It was the annual holiday party he hosted at his Sanctum and you took it upon yourself to tease Stephen all night. He then proceeded to drag you upstairs to his bedroom, throw you on the bed, and fuck you into the mattress. You clawed at his back throughout the whole experience, leaving scratch marks that took days to disappear.

You bite your lip and the memory before chastising yourself to focus on wearing that new lingerie in your walk-in closet, "Doctor?" You said gently. 

Stephen took a moment to drink in the vision in front of him. His eyes trailed up your toned legs accentuated by the straps attached on the stockings, your waist shown off by a red straps, and your breasts that were hidden behind the red lace that stuck to your skin so well, accentuating the rounded of them, and finally, his eyes came to rest of your breathtakingly beautiful face. If Stephen had his way, no one else would be allowed to lay their eyes on you. You were his to admire and his alone even if no one else knew it. 

"Come here." He said firmly and you obeyed. You walked towards the end of your bed where he sat and Stephen rose to meet you. You were close to his height, just a little over six feet due to the stilettos you had on. Immediately his hands cupped your neck and pressed his lips to yours. You let out a sigh of relief and felt yourself relax. You’ve been working all day just for this moment. Stephen's hands left your neck to cupped your breasts through the thin lays  that acted as your second skin. You gasped at the contact of his palms against your hardened nipples. Stephen pulled away from your kiss and looked down at you as he massaged your breasts. "Excited already, are we?"

"Wait until you feel me lower," You smiled. Without saying another word, Stephen spun you around so that your back firmly met his chest and lowered his touch and grazed his fingers over your cunt. He couldn't hold it in anymore and groaned. He reached out and pulled your hips into his. He rested his chin on your shoulder and his hands remained at your hips. You could feel his erection poking you in between your cheeks and grinned. He was excited too.

"Are you ready for me?" Stephen whispered in your ear and you nodded. "I want to hear it,"

"Yes sir," You answered. He planted a kiss on the nape of your neck before nudging your legs open with his feet and his left hand left your hip to venture between your thighs. His fingers ran the length of your slit, again feeling the wetness there. Pulling the lingerie aside his middle finger pushed inside, only up to the first knuckle, and gathered some of your juices. Stephen lifted the glistening finger for you to see.

"You're soaked," Stephen said before bringing the finger to his mouth and licking it clean. "Mmm and delicious as ever."

You turned around in his arms and kissed him, your fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Stephen's hand went up to your hair, pulling on the clip that was keeping your hair up. Your hair fell onto your shoulders but you were too occupied to notice. Your hands were busy feeling the hard muscles of Stpehen's abdomen. You decided to wander further down but he grabbed both of your wrists to stop you. You gasped and he tore his lips from yours.

"Kneel." He commanded. You obeyed once more and knelt to the ground, looking up at Stephen for the next command. "Suck my cock."

You did not hesitate and reached for his belt. You quickly did away with the belt and unzipped Stephen’s jeans. You maintained eye contact as you pushed his pants along with his boxers to be around his knees. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. You stroked your hand up and down his shaft as you sucked on the tip. Your tongue swirled around the bulbous head, sucking somewhat harder, stroking him somewhat faster.

As you took a short breath, you sighed on his cock, bringing his full length deep into your mouth, and a muffled moan vibrated on his cock. You didn't waste a second bobbing your head back and forth every time you pulled back from his shaft, sucking hard. Your hand grew wet from his saliva-covered dick, creating a sexy squishy noise from you jerking him off into your mouth. Your free hand clung to his thigh, squeezing your fingertips tightly against the lean muscle. You looked up at him, dragging his cock from your hot mouth. You smirked, bringing his rigid pole back into your mouth willingly, sucking his cock hard until your mouth formed a perfect suction around him.

Stephen's breath caught in his throat the moment your lips sealed around the tip of his cock. Your bottom lip and tongue skimming over his tip's sensitive underside made him shiver with desire. He sighed, closing his eyes as you  worked up and down his rigid length with your hand, coaxing him into your mouth further. 

"Fuck," He grunted, opening his eyes as his length vanished between your wet lips. The vibrations from your throat vibrated across his hard cock as you moaned, resonating down into his groin. It has always been a turn on how easily you were able to accommodate so much of his erection in your mouth. He tugged on your hair, rocking his hips against your mouth instinctively.

You had to admit that the sounds coming from Stephen's mouth sounded so fucking hot. Each moan and groan raised your ego little by little. It was quite the turn-on knowing you were making him squirm and pant with want. You sucked a little harder on his cock every time he pulled on your hair. Your mouth filled tightly with his thickness, almost not fitting completely, but you took every inch and loved every second of it as time went by. You could feel his head pressing deeper past your soft lips as his hips began rocking into your  mouth. You lifted your mouth from his cock, needing a breather.

You took a little breath before guiding his shaft back into your mouth, bobbing your head with vigour. As you pumped your hand up and down his length, you twisted your wrist even more. You pushed your free hand between his thighs, grasping his balls that hung underneath his cock, softly massaging them in your palm. You were very determined to do a damn good job, just as you always do during a workday. Not bad, just wasn't going to cut it.

Stephen groaned deep in the back of his throat when you took his erection back into your mouth and wrapped a handful of your hair around his knuckles. The sensation of your fist twisting around him as you sucked his hard cock left him speechless. A soft gasp left Stephen's full lips as you brushed against his sensitive balls with your fingertips, lightly rubbing them. 

"That's so good," He said as he slowly maneuvered his hips back and forth to fuck your mouth. You felt a small swell of pride in yourself hearing him groan how good of a job you were doing, working his thick cock. You felt his head bumping the back of your throat as his hips pumped faster into your mouth. You grunted each time his shaft pushed back into your waiting mouth, slightly jerking your knees on the carpeted floor. 

You could tell he was fully enjoying your perfected oral skills by the way he continued to thrust past your wet lips. Stephen indulged in your skills for a bit longer before feeling a tightness within his balls. If he didn't stop you now he might cum and he wasn't nearly finished with you yet. 

"Get up here." He breathed, playfully tugging your hair to get you up to your feet. Once on your feet, he stood as well and his hands guided your hips to hit the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to fulfil your promise?" You smiled.

"I only make promises I can keep," Stephen lifted you into the air momentarily before setting you down on the bed, pushing your shoulders so you'd lay down. He leaned over you and kissed you softly on your stomach, the muscles trembling slightly, before moving down towards your eagerly awaiting pussy. Reflexively you lifted your legs and placed your feet on Stephen’s shoulders once he kneeled. You let out a tiny gasp when you felt his hot breath over your centre and rolled your hips upwards towards his mouth. You stopped moving when Stephen gripped your thighs, "Don't move."

"Please Stephen," You whined but stayed still.

He licked from your opening to your clit and stopped. "Have you been thinking about me?" He asked.

You whined again. "Yes, I've been thinking about you all day."

"Good," Stephen said before swirling his tongue around your clit. Finally. You cried in your mind but let out a moan verbally. You fought hard to maintain your stillness but didn't bother to control your mouth. You moaned and whimpered as loudly as you could to let Stephen know how much you were enjoying this.

Stephen grinned when he heard the noises you were making in response to the game his tongue was playing with your clit. He was flicking, sucking, and licking on the pink nub to his heart's content. "Do you like that?" He said coyly as he pressed his finger against your opening.

"Yes, more please." you groaned and spread your legs wider trying to expose as much of yourself to him as possible. You reached above your head and gripped the sheets of the bed, arching your back as you did. Stephen groaned when your mound pressed against his mouth, causing a vibration to run through your body and you had to tighten your grip but moaned at the sensation. Stephen's hand pushed your thigh harder against the bed for you to stay still, causing your back to stop arching, and continued to lap at your folds. His cock was rock solid from tasting your juices on his tongue, enthralled that he was the cause. 

He looked up for a moment and saw your perked up nipples rise and fall with your breathing and moaned again. This time Stephen's hands left your thighs to hold your breasts and squeeze them. At that same moment, his tongue entered your hole and began to fuck you with it. You gasped as Stephenpushed his tongue in and out of your soaked centre, drinking your wetness with every push. You were trying to control yourself but the speed at which you were approaching your orgasm was threatening your resolve. "Stephen—oh my god,"

Stephen felt you squirming under his tongue and it made him smile. The way your breathing get heavier he knew you were close to cumming. His hands, which were still on your breasts, massaged the masses and rolled your nipples under the lace. Stephen's technique was working and it wasn't long before you were whimpering, teetering off the edge. Stephen lifted his mouth from your core momentarily to spit into your cunt before diving right back in. 

You groaned at the sound and the sensation as he sank his tongue inside you, tasting your hot juices as they slipped out to meet his lips. Any other thoughts that were running through your mind were driven aside by the sensation of his tongue thrusting deeper into your wet cunt. The sensuous sound of your gasps and groans echoed throughout the vast bedroom, and Stephen grinned.

Stephen slid his hands from your breasts and laid one arm across your hips, keeping you pinned to the bed. He pulled back and spread your puffed lips with his fingers. You looked at Stephen as he suddenly leaned up and put two of his fingers against your lips. Immediately, you sucked them into your mouth and coated his fingers with your saliva. He retracted his fingers and rubbed your slit for a moment before pushing both of his fingers into your waiting pussy. When his fingers pushed forward, Stephen reattached his lips to your clit. Your hips tried to buck but Stephen's arm kept you in place. His mouth and fingers felt amazing and you were desperate for more. His fingers curled inside of you and he began to push back and forth against your g-spot and it did not take long for you to orgasm.

"Stephen! I'm cumming!" You gasped and your back arched off the mattress. You gushed on his fingers and the bed while your toes curled. You were seeing stars as Stephen continued to finger you during and after your orgasm. When you were finally lucid, you whimpered at Stephen's continued strokes. He finally slowed and withdrew his fingers. He held them up and they glistened with your juices.

Stephen locked eyes with you as he licked his fingers clean. You moaned and pulled him by his shirt collar and locked your lips in a kiss. You did away with the shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could taste yourself on Stephen's tongue, making you moan. Your hands grabbed his erection that was poking your stomach. Stephen groaned at the contact and broke the kiss but pushed his hips forward, causing you to begin jerking him off. One hand stroked while the other stayed around Stephen's neck so you could stay close to each other.

"I want to be inside you," He moaned in your ear. You felt yourself get wetter if that was even possible. You pulled back and let go of Stephen's cock. You laid back on the table and pulled your knees to your chest before opening them, exposing yourself fully to your boyfriend.

"Fuck me then," You challenged. 

Stephen didn't back down and lined his cock up with your opening. He pushed the first few inches in and you sighed. The familiar feeling of Stephen's veiny cock slowly spreading your pussy wide was heavenly. He eased every inch inside of you until his balls were pressed against your ass. You looked up into Stephen's piercing blue eyes and nearly came. His eyes were swirling with lust but he was still staring straight into your soul. At that moment, it felt like Stephen could see every part of your soul and the feeling was transformative. You were so lost in Stephen's eyes you barely registered that he pulled out until he suddenly thrust forward. 

"Oh fuck!" you cried wantonly, throwing your head back.

Stephen stayed buried inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and slamming back into you. He began to rock his hips slowly, creating a slow torturous pace for both of you. Stephen closed his eyes, the warmth and tightness of you were overwhelmingly delicious. You moaned when Stephen began to thrust in and out of you, your breasts bouncing with every movement. You pivoted your hips upwards, creating a new feeling for the both of you. He groaned when you did and dug his fingers harder into your sides. You just knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but who cares? Just like everything else you and Stephen did, it was going to be in a place that no one else would ever see. Stephen shuddered at the feeling of being buried deep inside you. Your walls were a velvety embrace that he was so desperately craving all day and he could tell you missed him too. 

"You're so beautiful," When Stephen said this, he yanked your body even harder into his as the severity and speed of his thrusts escalated. With each pull of his impressive cock, you whimpered deep in your throat. Your clit was still throbbing from your previous climax and pulsed in little beats. Whenever Stephen brushed his fingertips across the pink bud, you rasped a sharp moan, shivering visibly at the slightest contact. "I know baby, I know it feels good."

Stephen's confidence extended far beyond his sex life, it was in all aspects of his life; it is what drew you to him in the first place. He always had an air of confidence about him which was enticing to you when you first caught eyes from your windows. When you first slept together and you experienced the confident Stephen Strange in the bedroom, you knew you would never be able to quit him. You were so caught up in your thoughts that when Stephen cupped your breasts, you visibly jumped and your nipples grew harder at the contact. He paused for a second and leaned over your body. "Focus on me and how good I feel inside of you," Stephen demanded.

"Yes Doctor. Sorry, Doctor." You apologised. He didn't say anything but he captured your lips in another kiss. You held his face in your hands as Stephen continued to pound away at your body while you kissed. Stephen's lips returned to your neck, kissing you and nibbling on your flesh between his teeth. One of his hands was still rolling and pulling on your nipple, while the other held your neck in place. The noises that can only be described as mewling that escaped your mouth only further encouraged Stephen's pace. Every time you thought he couldn't push his cock any further into you, he surprised you with a more forceful buck of his hips. Your hands gripped the sheets above your head, keeping yourself stable on the bed during Stephen's onslaught of thrusts. You could hardly catch your breath as the sensations of his cock pumping into you and his hands groping your slender body overpowered you.

Stephen grinned and kissed your lips once more. You pushed your body off the mattress, wrapped your arms around Stephen's shoulders, and kissed him back. Your bodies couldn't be any closer and you could feel your hearts beating in unison. Stephen was hitting the perfect spot inside of you and you could feel your orgasm approaching again. "Please Stephen, I'm so close," You whimpered when your lips parted for a moment.

"I'll get you there baby, I always do." Stephen ran his hand through your hand and you resumed your kiss. There's the confidence you knew and adored. Just his words brought you closer to completion.

You shuddered at the sensation. "Stephen..." you said. You weren’t whining or begging, you just had to say his name. Stephen tilted your head upwards towards your and placed his hand on your throat. While staring into your eyes his other hand ventured between you and began to rub your clit. Your abdomen immediately clenched and you took a deep breath.

"Does this feel good?" You nodded in response. His grip tightened around your throat. "Answer me, baby."

"Yes!" you choked out. "Yes, that feels amazing Stephen."

"You know I love it when you say my name don't you?" He smiled. "Hearing my name fall from your lips is the sexiest thing in the world."

"And I love saying your name," You said as you felt yourself get closer to an orgasm.

"Say it again," He commanded.

"Stephen," His hips pulled back before pushing forward, sliding his cock in and out.

"Again,"

"Stephen," He slid out again before slamming back in.

"Again,"

"Stephen," Another thrust.

"Again,"

"Stephen!" You tore your mouth from Stephen's and let out a primal scream as your orgasm tore through you. You's nails dug into the back of Stephen's neck and your walls clamped down on his cock as it spasmed in the height of your climax. With another thrust you came, squirting around his pulsating member. Your body was trembling but he paid no mind and built up a rhythm to get himself off. It only took another minute of thrusting before Stephen was on the verge of his ejaculation. The head of his cock hit your g-spot again and this time it was over. Much to your surprise, you felt Stephen's cock swell inside of you and coat your walls with warm, thick seeds. His body stilled as rope after rope of cum shot into you. When he finished, he didn't pull out but instead stayed buried deep inside you. Stephen rocked his hips back and forth, fucking his cum deeper into you. 

Stephen kissed your neck as his cock finally went soft inside of you. He eased his cock out of your body and watched with satisfaction as his loads leaked out of you. He smacked your ass before stating "Let's get cleaned up, shower?” He suggested and you nodded. He picked you up off the bed and he reached out and took your hand in his. You intertwined your fingers and he led you towards the shower just like the beginning of your day. You watched him turn the water on and test the temperature with his hand. He stepped into the glass enclosure and the water began to cascade over his body. You got in after removing your lingerie and let the warm water cover your body. You sighed as the water instantly eased your tense muscles. His eyes never wandered from yours and you smiled at him before turning around.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, planting soft kisses on your shoulders, “You make me so happy it literally hurts my heart, darling.” 

You wrapped your arms over his arms and leaned your head back against his chest, the water warming the both of you, “As long as it’s a good hurt.”

“Trust me it’s one I haven’t felt in a while.” Stephen craned his neck and kissed you firmly on the cheek with a massive smooching sound, “I love you.”

“I love you too—now can we please finish cleaning up because we get excited again?” 

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You wake up and feel safe in his arms. You look over, his hair tousled, his nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep. You snuggle up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to him, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to our warm touch. Even though both of your bodies are hidden by the blankets, you can still make out his silhouette thanks to the low light that is leaking in.

The light made body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his small forehead. His lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of.. you couldn’t think of anything better to do than kiss them.  You move your fingers down the length of his trapezius muscle, and then move them down to his deltoids.

You kiss his cheek lightly, and close your eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling. When you open them, you see him slowly opening his eyes, like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring back at you.

You press your chest against his, your heartbeat starting to pace with his again. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. Our lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You hear Stephen’s voice say. You’re so engulfed in your passion for him, that you don’t even realise his lips moving. You smile at him, playing with his hair lightly. 

“I love you..” You finally say, slowly and Stephen laughs, you feel his vibrations on your cheek and you tilt your head slightly, “What’s so funny?”

“All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning. That’s all you have to do, and my day is already going to be just fine.” He smiled, and kissed your nose. “I think you’re my soul-mate.” he said. 

“What makes you say that?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I love you. You wanna know why? Because I don’t have to work at being happy when I’m with you. Any time with you is the right time. Nothing is ever wrong if you’re by my side. What I feel for you seems so inhuman at times. You make me into this person I’ve never been before, a person I’m proud to be. The same me that I love, you love as well… that’s amazing. I’m not the easiest person to love and you make it seem like a walk in the park.”

You laid there for a while longer, looking for more words to say. But maybe it’s true what they say, that silence is golden, because the look in his eyes told you everything you’d ever wanted to hear.

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[gingerjunhan]

Hey! I'm the anon that requested the Jun han and gun-il scenarios for a strong brown reader. I absolutely loved it sm!!!

I was wondering if I could request again!

Something with Jun han with another kpop idol that's under jyp and Plays double and electric bass and sometimes like to serenade Jun han?

Also love if the group the idol is in is really metal and the idol does all the screaming

Gender neutral is fine btw!

Please and thank you!!

(also can I be 🧈 anon?)

☆彡 Hi 🧈 anon, welcome back! So glad you enjoyed the last scenario I wrote for you! :D Once again, if something is how you would’ve liked it, please let me know. I’ll also start keeping an anon list so people know what’s already taken 🫵🏻

word count: 726 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established secret relationship? | cws: none :)

One thing that nobody could deny about JYP Entertainment is that they housed a plethora of very talented idols. From some of the most notable singers and dancers in the world to their rock bands that were quickly rising to fame, people just couldn’t get enough of these idols. Even some of the idols themselves were in awe of each other's talents.

It was one of those days again where you and Jun Han had snuck away into your own practice room. The two of you have been seeing each other for a while now- which was strictly forbidden amongst idols- but you two downplayed your time alone by saying that these practice sessions were for the sake of your bands. Someone outside of your bandmates needed to hear your songs to see if they were good or not, right?

You were currently in the middle of showing Jun Han a new song you had been trying to write, and you were feeling pretty good about it. Compared to Xdinary Heroes, your band easily could’ve been considered more of a metal band than a rock band. Your band had something that other JYP bands didn’t have, and that something was you.

You were loud- always being the one to yell or scream in a song- it was what fans recognized you for the most. When you think about yourself compared to Jun Han, you can’t help but to laugh. Even on stage he kept to himself, seeming more reserved than the other guys. People always told you that opposites attract, and you guess they were right.

Once you finished your little showcase, you turned to look at Jun Han, being unable to suppress the laughter bubbling in your chest when you saw his face. His eyes were wide, and his jaw was practically on the floor.

“How do you do that?!” He questioned excitedly. “If I were to yell like that I don’t think I’d be able to talk ever again!”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged at him. “I just kinda do it?”

“Well keep doing it!” He cheered, “That was amazing!”

You smiled brightly at him, continuing to laugh. You took a bow, finishing off your performance. “Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all night!”

Once your shared laughter died down and the room had gone quiet, you found yourself absentmindedly plucking the chords to a song on your bass. Jun Han gave you a slightly confused look.

“What song is this?”

You gave him a small smile, “It’s another song that I’ve been trying to write. It’s a lot slower than what I usually tend to write, so I’m struggling a bit.”

“What’s it about?” Jun Han asked.

“Oh, nothing,” you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as you let out a chuckle. “Just this one guy I know.” It was now Jun Han’s turn to turn red as you watched his smile grow. “Let me show you what I have so far.”

You continued to play your song for him, turning your attention between him and your bass every few moments. You had serenaded him many times in the past, but this time it was different. You were using your own words, singing your own song. It was only about half done, so you didn’t get far, but the look on Jun Han’s face once you stopped strumming spoke volumes about your current progress.

“What do you think?”

He was at a loss for words. After hearing what he had just heard, he truly didn’t think he could describe how you made him feel. He just stared at you with a dumbfounded smile across his face. You laughed lightly at him. “I guess you liked it?”

“I loved it,” he spoke quietly, still trying to collect himself.

“Well, like I said, it’s not done yet; so expect to hear it again when it is. I don’t think I’ll share this one with the others either.”

“What not?” He half shouted. “It’s amazing!”

You put your bass down, “I want this to stay between us. This is my private serenade to you.” You walked towards Jun Han and opened your arms wide. He returned the favor, engulfing you both in a warm embrace.

“Thank you,” he whispered between you both, almost too soft for you to hear. “I love you so much.”

[fairysylveon]

Favorite things/headcanons about jackothy and katarhys GO!!!

OH MAN it's so hard for me to put things into words but I'll try

jackothy

I headcanon a lot of codependency over the years honestly, jack is the only person who knows who tim really is, and tim is the only one allowed to see past jack's mask (both literal and metaphorical) on account of "being an extension of jack", so they're driven together despite how much tim hates jack. BUT I also headcanon that they love each other in weird and complicated ways, jack's is initially driven by narcissism but eventually he grows to like tim for his differences too, especially as someone who's not afraid to mouth off to him because it's kinda refreshing, and also the aforementioned codependency. and tim, well, he still hates jack, but all that time with him and only him creeps up on him and he grows these strange but undeniable feelings of undying loyalty and love. because he's lonely, he'd always been lonely, even his own mom didn't love him, and as fucked up as this thing is with jack, it's filling a hole that desperately needed filling, and he's taking what he can get even if he can't stand himself for it. and maybe he's relieved when jack dies because he has an out that isn't betraying jack, because before jack dies he does think about it, he thinks about killing jack in his sleep, thinks about not letting go when they're fighting and he's got his hand around jack's throat, but he just can't ever seem to go through with it because his entire identity is so intertwined with this man and he's his only real "friend", and that's so sad and frustrating for him but it's true, too. I just love tim with very complicated feelings of attachment/devotion/love to jack that he HATES but he just can't shake it because he's kind of pathetic and very lonely

other headcanons I like: attack dog tim, being the tip of jack's spear. whether or not he likes that changes based on what I'm in the mood for LOL. also they fist fight regularly because they piss each other off, and sometimes (often) it becomes erotic as it continues. (tim pretty much always wins, because he's stronger & has more experience actually fighting for his life)

canon things I like: jack flirting with tim at every opportunity, also that LINE, the fucking line where he's like "you're making me anxious" because tim is so hot? that's good shit. tim being so attractive to him that he acts wildly ooc because he's just. so into him is SO FUN AND GOOD. tim being bound to him not only contractually but physically too, unable to separate himself from jack, seeing jack when he looks in the mirror, it's soooo sad and so good. jack making tim do porn is very toxic and good (which btw, "made him" could literally just mean "he paid me too much to refuse", I have always wanted more details about HOW he "made" tim do it). tim in the jackpot being surrounded by statues and holograms and posters of his dead lover/abuser? constantly unable to go even a day without the reminder of jack? hell yeah. also "I'm not you, jack" is SUCH a good line. AUGH. I love them.

katarhys

I loooove rhys being begrudgingly into kat and kat's admiration for him, but in a way that he doesn't indulge until he's at a low point. like, calling him up when he's lonely, bored, drunk, etc. and he KNOWS it's a bad idea EVERY TIME but he does it anyway because it feels good to have someone SO into him, even if he's also kinda creeped out by it. I also love them indulging in guro shit because... I just love it, it's just FUN, and kat has at lines about stabbing/slicing rhys so it's just.... Good. I also like to play up how much of a stalker kat is by having him install cameras in places to keep tabs on rhys. I don't have a lot of actual headcanons I can think of right now because canon is so good LOL

canon things I like: I love kat seemingly knowing EVERYTHING there is to know about rhys, including his favorite froyo place. he's clearly been keeping tabs on rhys so it's fair to say that at least some degree of stalking (at least virtually) is in place in canon and that's sooo good. "DO YOU NEED ANOTHER LOVE TAP" "IF I STAB YOU, RHYS, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'LL BE RIGHT IN THE CHEST, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT BROS DO!" "who cares about them, I'm doing this for us." "I'm gonna slice you in haaa~aalf." kat disguising himself as zer0 to make rhys think he's been betrayed. KAT IS SUCH A FUN CHARACTER he's just so good and I love all his dialogue and I love how obsessed he is with rhys, THEY'RE SO GOOD I LOVE THEM!!!

[acourtofthought]

i don't wanna start anything really, just have to get this off my chest, but i don't get the hype for azriel. he creeped me out when i read the books (like i get that mor isn't being forward with him, but to get to tge point in which cassian has to act as a buffer between them?? when they're all supposed to be this super close family dynamic friend group? it just made me feel uncomfortable. plus, that bonus chapter makes things even worse. he comes off as entitled and even a bit possessive, as if he is owed a mating bond/relationship with elain. and the fierceness with which he gets attatched to these two women, in short period of times developing what seems more of an obsession than a crush... just weird for me)

this is not a critique of anyone who finds him likeable, hot and all the other adjectives, btw. i would actually love to get the hype lol...

I think it's easy enough to pick out Az's good qualities and see exactly why people like him but I agree, I don't understand where people are feral for him.

I realize we all like different things but it's still difficult for me to fully grasp it.

I.E., I realize that some women are really attracted to strange men in prison. They're not wrong for their attraction, their attraction to those men doesn't effect my life therefore it's not my business. However it's still confusing to me how that attraction comes about.

The Az thing isn't quite that extreme 😂 and I realize that as a SJM future MMC, we're all supposed to eventually be into him (that's usually the point of a romance author writing about a specific guy).

So maybe it's more of a I don't understand why people are feral over him right now.

First off, I'm not sure exactly what the Az at the end of his journey is going to look like. I really have no idea how dark Az actually is or how much of his personality will remain broody and closed off. Does he like torturing people? Does he feel bad over it? Is he always going to argue against Rhys and Feyre's orders? Is he going to start being nice to people outside the IC? Are we going to see a 90 degree turn around of his character? 45 degree?

Second, a very large portion of Az's character right now is obsession over females in a really unhealthy way. Which can sometimes be thrilling in certain romances (dark romance / mafia romance) but that's not the kind of author SJM is and because of that, it's difficult for me not to recognize his behavior as a red flag in this specific series. Also, it's not sexy considering he's acting like this over two females at the same time. The best thing about the obsessive male trope in dark romances is that he's fixated on one person.

Az as an individual is a cool character.

Az as a love interest is (right now) awful to me. If I was Elain or Gwyn, I would not find him appealing if I had a front row seat to his simultaneous thoughts on Mor and his thoughts on Elain.

Try it, pretend you're Gwyn right now and have a crush on Az. But then imagine that you hear how he yearns for Mor while simultaneously jerking off to Elain's headache powder and flippantly talking about killing an ally because that ally got a bond with the third sister while his brothers are with the other two.

Now pretend you're Elain with a crush on Az. Not only are you hearing the way he talks about you to Rhys but you hear how he can't confirm being over Mor and you see him being amused by Gwyn, having admiration for Gwyn and feeling happy over the thought of her happiness.

No matter what thought Az is currently having for any one female, it's tainted by the thoughts he's having for the other two. Even though he wants to kiss Elain, he's still happier around Gwyn and not over Mor. Even though he seems amused by Gwyn and shows admiration for her, he's still got thoughts of Mor (love) and Elain (sexual) running through his mind.

It ruins the romance for me and that is why it's so difficult for me to understand the Az hype at this moment.