#tille’s thoughts 💭

[downbadforpixels]

just thinking about chuuya/akutagawa de-vampiring and seeing their other halves dying in front of their very eyes. i think they would hold on to dazai/atsushi like in the painting “ivan the terrible and his son ivan”.

[evansbby]

I’ve been getting so much x-men movies content on my fyp lately and it reminded me how much I prefer the x-men movies over avengers 😭😭😭

[salsflore]

nobody is allowed to acknowledge this post or its tags

[hazey-moonlight]

ah so sleepy gonna just rest early zzz

[honey-lemon-goose]

💛Monthly Recap💛

Top 5 songs of January 2023

1. HALAZIA - ATEEZ

2. Chokehold - Sleep Token

3. BLACK MIRROR - ONEUS

4. Beautiful Liar - MONSTA X

5. Virus - VICTON

Yunho brain rot all of January honestly🫠💛

💛Overall Recap💛

Mmm overall I’d say January was a good month! I got to meet my niece and see one of my older brothers after 5 years!🥹💛 I turn 22 this year and that has been in the back of my mind all month (even though my bday is in march!? make it make sense Key smh🤦‍♀️) Classes started and they are not too bad! (tho mathematics for liberal arts is brain smoothing inducing🙄😵‍💫) My Psychology professor is just the most adorable woman ever🥹💛 I wish I could put her in my pocket and have her tell me her stories whenever i’m sad🥹 Tumblr has blessed me with some amazing atiny friends and I’ve been having fun interacting and reading their amazing works🥰 That’s basically it! I hope February is as lovely as January was🙏💛 (p.s. TXT had no right to wait till the end of the month to drop Tinnitus, I guess we already know one of the top 5 songs that will be in February🫣💛)     

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Wrong name 👕⚽️

Ingrid Engen × reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You decide to wear Alexia’s jersey to a match, instead of Ingrid’s.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you grabbed the Alexia Putellas jersey from your wardrobe. It wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a mistake. You wanted to see how your girlfriend would react. She was always so calm, composed, and never really the jealous type. With this little experiment, you hoped to get some kind of reaction.

As you slipped on Alexia’s jersey, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the different ways Ingrid could react, especially considering you always showed up to her matches wearing her name.

You walked into the stadium with a playful smirk, already imagining her reaction. The energy of the crowd surrounded you as you found your seat, excitement building for the big game. But, even as the match kicked off, you couldn’t focus on the action in front of you. Your mind was too preoccupied with how Ingrid would take this little joke.

When she spotted you from the pitch, there was a brief flash of confusion in her eyes, followed by what you could only describe as irritation. Ingrid’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, you could practically feel her thoughts from where you sat:

Really? Alexia?

As the game went on, you couldn’t help but giggle every time Ingrid glanced your way. Her performance was flawless, of course, nothing seemed to shake her focus on the field. But between plays, when her eyes caught yours again, you noticed a little frown tugging at her lips.

After the final whistle, you made your way to the players’ area, trying your best to hide your anticipation. The moment Ingrid emerged from the tunnel, she let out an annoyed:

-Really?

Cossing her arms, a mix of amusement and annoyance on her face.

- Alexia’s shirt?

You grinned, pretending to be innocent.

- What ? She’s a legend! Plus, it’s a really comfortable.

Ingrid eyes were filled with annoyance but you could still see a playful glint in them.

- I see how it is. Preferring the captain to your own girlfriend, I'm disappointed kjærlighet. (love)

You stepped closer, unable to hide your laughter anymore.

- Don’t be mad. You’re still my favorite player, but I just thought... I don’t know, maybe you’d want a little competition.

Ingrid shook her head, clearly trying to hide her smile.

- Oh, I’m not worried about the competition

She said, stepping closer until she was standing right in front of you.

- I just hope you know who you’re going home with.

Her voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a subtle reminder of who you were actually here for. You couldn’t resist.

- Of course I do. The best player on the field.

Ingrid smirked, finally letting her arms drop as she wrapped them around your waist, pulling you in for a quick hug.

- Good

She murmured into your ear, her tone softer now.

- But next time, wear my shirt.

You chuckled, hugging her back.

- We’ll see. I kind of like keeping you on your toes.

As she pulled away, Ingrid rolled her eyes, though you could see she wasn’t really upset.

- Just remember, Alexia might be the captain, but I’m the one you’re stuck with.

You smiled, knowing she was right.

- I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her hands found your hips, playing with the end of the jersey.

- Take it off.

- What ?

Before you could even processe de information the jersey was off your body. Taking her jersey off, Ingrid handed you her jersey.

- Put it on

- No it's all sweety

She gave you a look that made you put it on immediately, wanting to survive till the end of the night. Once on, Ingrid took a good look at you, admiring your features.

- Better

She grabbed your hand and walked straight to the parking lot, impatient to finally get home. Alexia mouthing a "Good luck" as you pass by, having seen the all thing.

[hobies-gf]

On top 💭🕷️ hobie x fem reader

★ CW riding, cream pie, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, a little bit of praise ★ NOTES havent written anything in so long but im back now bbs, i promise ill post more

Riding Hobie always had it perks. You felt him deeper this way and he just loved to ogle at your breasts as you used him for your own pleasure.

Most times Hobie strayed away from this position, always preferring to give you what you want hard and rough till the bed shakes — but when you do get him into this position he can’t complain.

“Fuck baby, y’so wet all over me, nasty pussy can’ stop purrin’.” He groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his adam’s apple in the process.

You were bouncing on Hobie’s cock feverishly, palms on his chest and thighs burning. The constant sounds of wet skin clapping and clicking noises from just how much slick and cum had leaked out of your cunt filled the room and it was just so nasty that it only got you craving for more.

Hobie’s eyes were rolled all the way back into his skull, his hands shaking as he gripped you forcefully, pulling your hips down every time you lifted up. It was lewd, animalistic, but after cumming so many times neither of you cared enough to feel an ounce of shame.

You weren’t in any better state. You were drunk over the feeling off Hobie’s tip abusing the deepest parts of your pussy, clenching down on him just to feel the veins on his cock a little better. Drool leaking out the sides of your mouth, mind so fucked with pleasure that you didn’t even have the thought of ever closing your mouth. Yet you continued to bounce and bounce on his cock.

“Needy puppy, fuckin’ ‘erself stupid on my cock.” Hobie grunted. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and began thrusting up into you, his large hands holding you down by the hips. You cried out helplessly, your back arching painfully as you experience this entirely new wave of pleasure. It was too much, but with the way your tongue fell out from your mouth, Hobie only pounded into you harder.

“Like a bitch in heat.” He laughed. He laughed and it was really so annoying that he had the capabilities to make fun of you when you were a complete, fucked out mess on top of him.

"Ho — Hobie! S'too much!" You squealed.

You wrap your hands around his wrists and try to push him away because every sticky thrust had your thoughts fucked out of your mind and you wanted so desperately to keep yourself together somehow. But Hobie was so mean. So mean with the way he just laughs again and shakes his head. He flips the position and suddenly your back is on the mattress, knees right by your head and the squelching of his fat cock bullying it's way into your cunt only gets louder.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck — daddy s'too much, please please!" You look down and watch as Hobie continues to fuck into your messy cunt at a bruising pace. Lines of slick constantly breaking from his hips and your cunt every time he pulled away. His cock covered in your cum and it was all just so dirty.

"C'mon baby, cream on daddy's cock — mmh yeah, y'can do it, give it t'me nice and good." Hobie groaned. He slowed down a little but only to fuck you with deeper strokes. The tip of his cock pushed out parts of your belly and you could faintly see the outline of his dick through your skin. "Make a mess on this cock puppy — be fuckin' nasty with it."

Your breath was caught in your throat, head tilted back, back arched and eyes squeezed shut. It was too much, too many times did you come tonight — but were you really in a place to complain when your hips started to fuck back against Hobie's thrusts? Your body was so dirty, eager for pleasure when mentally you were completely gone.

The knot in your tummy quickly made itself known and you began thrashing on the bed, pathetic whines pushed out of you every time Hobie pushed his hips flush against yours.

"'M gu— gunna cum." You sniffle, and Hobie thinks you look all too pretty, all too angelic for a situation like this. Pussy fucked, filled and stretched with all his cum. Legs lewdly spread, and your cute breasts bouncing every time he pushed in. His dirtiest angel.

"Cum baby, 'n scream m'name when ya do."

Your cunt tightened up around his cock and with a few more thrusts you creamed all over his dick like he asked, "Hobie!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you choke up a little, hands flying up to press your nails into Hobie's skin.

"Yeah, that's right pretty." Hobie moaned, his release soon following after as if your climax served as a catalyst for his own. You feel his warm cum fill you up for the last time for the evening, adding more to other loads Hobie had dumped into you. It was overflowing now and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly when he saw his cum spill out of your pussy as he pulled out.

“Bred y’so well hm?” Hobie brought up two fingers and fucked all the cum back in you slowly, your quiet cries do nothing to stop him.

You were tired out, exhausted and limp on the bed — only for your eyes to widen when you feel the fat tip of Hobie’s cock press up against your entrance, “One last round?”

[jaylaxies]

ARIAARIAARIAAAAA HAVE YOU SEEN THISS

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSL7vJc3J/

GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS 💭 - 🎉

OMG I HAVE and here:

tw: stalking, drugs, blackmailing, gambling, guns, smut

stalker!hee who pretends to be the nerd in your class, always watching you from a distance simply because he can’t get enough of you, you’re too pretty for anyone else to have and that’s how he learns the way to your heart, getting information about the smallest things such as your favourite drink so when he finally talks to you, he can manipulate you into thinking that he’s the perfect guy for you, knowing everything there is about you, him being wild in bed and having a big cock is only a bonus.

drug dealer!jay who’s always present at all your frat parties with whatever a person would need to feel out of this world, yet that’s not what you crave, you want love, you don’t wish to feel alone in this world and so, you try drugs in an empty balcony, but you request jay to accompany you for the same. he’s habitual to it, and he finds you cute with your mumbling, but once you both get high out of your mind, heat kicks in and soon, you’re on top of jay, kissing the life out of him while riding his cock, which feels a thousand times better while smoking.

blackmailer!jake who’s also your ex and possessive beyond what you’d consider normal. the breakup was messy, he was controlling your life and you were against it, but he had ruined everything for you. nothing felt good after him, no one fucked you as good as him till the day you get a text from him, hoping that it’ll be an apology but he ends up blackmailing you with the crime you had committed and buried deep in your memory. what he wants in return? you. it’s an easy bargain with you missing his touch and him doing anything and everything to have his cock in you again.

street racer!sunghoon who’s all the money in this world and yet nothing gives him the thrill like racing does, and that’s why he finds himself back there each week, until one day he spots you. he hardly pays attention to anyone, and he almost missed you since your clothes fit right in, but he doesn’t like how you’re clinging on to his rival heeseung. that would have been enough for him to stop thinking about you but that wasn’t the case when he made most out of the line bet with him—that he’ll have a night with you if he wins, which he did. but you’re fierce, you hate how they treated you as a bet, and without your knowledge at that. but that doesn’t stop you from fighting back, and fighting with sunghoon doesn’t end well, one minute you’re fighting, the other you’re under him, begging for more as he fucks you senseless on his silk sheets.

gambler!sunoo who cannot stop getting back to the gambling hub each night. the reason? you. he doesn’t like how you wear that smirk of yours, clad in the tightest clothes while playing strip poker, somehow always winning and never having to go beyond removing your top. sunoo never plays with your group, always observing from a distance until he finally caves in and plays with you, eyes on you, not caring about the ones around. he plays effortlessly, being the best player you had ever came across, a gasp left your mouth when you were left in nothing but your panties but he stops you from removing them, eyes dark, “leave them on, it’s only for me to see,” he’d whisper, and yes, you can’t deny him and find yourself following him back to a hotel.

mafia!jungwon who never had any other motive in life but to kill his rival as a revenge for his family, but right on the day of his final plan, things went south and you (who happened to be at the same restaurant) got hurt. of course jungwon completed his mission but leaving a girl injured would be way out of line even for him, and you had also seen their faces behind the masks while holding guns, which is why they couldn’t let you run away, which is why you found yourself in their secret building, trying your best to get away, but jungwon wasn’t having any of it. he snapped, pinning you against the wall and warning you, but you took this as an opportunity to kiss him, turning it into something deeper as you let him fuck his pent up frustrations into you. the sex was good but you wanted out, running away when he was sleeping, not knowing that he’ll come to get you again.

[amphibiahawks321]

Could you write a Cassandra Cain x M!reader where they just started dating and the reader notices her scars while she is changing out of her Orphan outfit? She, at first, is nervous and ashamed of them until the reader starts to kiss every one of them, causing her to laugh?

(Love your work)

🌑WAYNE MANOR🌑

[Y/N Standing Infront of the doors absolutely panicking]

M!Reader : .....

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Okay Y/N.... You can do this You can do this.... Your badass future girlfriend just reveal some... Heavy information about the vigilante dark knight himself youcandothis youcandothis youcandothis–NO IM NOT IM FREAKING OUT!–

[The doors opened greeted by Alfred]

Alfred : Ah, you must be the lovely Y/N Cassandra has been talking about

M!Reader : Y-Yes I am... You must be Alfred! Cassandra has talked about you before saying that you're basically the ruler of the manor, it's so nice to meet you!

Alfred : Oh i should be the one who's saying that, Cassandra just wouldn't stop talking about you

M!Reader : Aww, that's cute to hear!

Alfred : Follow me, I'll show you where Cassandra's room is

[Y/N starts following Alfred to Cassandra's room admiring the manor impressed by the furnitures]

M!Reader : Ahem so... Is it true that the batman himself is–

Alfred : Bruce Wayne? Shocking huh?

M!Reader : You have no idea! THE Bruce Wayne! I mean I always know the batman always uses gadgets but wow...

Alfred : And you successfully landed master Wayne's protege

M!Reader : didn't expect it to happen but I'm glad! Cassandra is the only one who I can honestly be comfortable around

Alfred : Aww young love at its finest

[Alfred and Y/N stops at a door]

Alfred : Cassandra should still be in her room

M!Reader : Thank you Alfred!

Alfred : Your welcome Y/N... Call me if there's any trouble

[Alfred walks away leaving Y/N Infront of Cassandra's room, Y/N slowly opens the door smiling]

M!Reader : Cassandra?

[Y/N walks in looking around]

M!Reader : Woah✨ this room is so cool✨

[Y/N sees Cassandra's hair from his eye view]

M!Reader : Cassandra!

[Y/N immediately walks towards her]

M!Reader : Hey! You have no idea how amazed I am with the–.....

Cassandra : ......

[Shows Cassandra changing out of her clothes Infront of a mirror and sees her only wearing a crop top and sweat pants]

[Y/N and Cassandra stares at each other awkwardly making both of them slowly starts blushing]

Cassandra blushing : Y/N–

M!Reader blushing : I'm sorry! I only saw your hair in my eye view and I thought you were fully clothes and i–

Cassandra : Pfftt! Haha! don't sweat it, hey it's better then seeing me not wearing clothes at all

M!Reader : True that, but seriously! You gotta tell me more about this place! And–.....

[Cassandra noticed Y/N staring at her scars making her immediately covers them with a piece of clothing out of panicked]

M!Reader : Woah! You didn't tell you had scars!

Cassandra : ......

[Cassandra frowns and sits down in front of the mirror]

M!Reader : Cass?

[Y/N walks towards her]

M!Reader : Hey are you okay?

Cassandra : it's nothing it's just.... My scars...

M!Reader : Yeah? What about them?

Cassandra : they're so.... Sighs you know...

M!Reader : Cass....

[Y/N starts frowning at holds both of her shoulder]

M!Reader : Are you.... Ashamed of them?

Cassandra : it would hurt me if I say no....

M!Reader : Hey... you can tell you know...

Cassandra : my scars... Sighs they just remind me of what I'm made to be...

M!Reader : And that is?

Cassandra : Someone who hurt others...

M!Reader : Cass...

Cassandra : i-its nothing really!

[Cassandra stands up trying to force a smile]

Cassandra : So how do you like the place? Cool am I right! Wait till I show you the cave!–

M!Reader : Sit down....

Cassandra : Huh?

M!Reader : Sit back down....

[Cassandra knowing what Y/N means and went back sitting down Infront of the mirror]

M!Reader : Show it....

[Cassandra slowly removing the piece of clothing she's covering from her upper body]

M!Reader : You really are ashamed of them huh?

Cassandra : You have no idea....

M!Reader : You know I wasn't gonna shock at your scars right?

Cassandra : Really...

M!Reader : No! Not at all! I was just gonna compliment how badass they look!

Cassandra : Hehe!.... But.... Your serious right?

M!Reader : pfftt! Of course I am! They look badass!

[Cassandra starts staring at Y/N with a slight smile]

Cassandra : pfftt! they're not that awesome

[Y/N stares back at Cassandra with a sly smile]

M!Reader : Oh really now?

Cassandra : Yes, Yes really

[Cassandra stares Y/N with now also a sly smile]

[Y/N Immediately starts kissing the scars on her shoulders, making her immediately chuckles]

[Y/N also starts kissing the scars on her neck gently making her finally let out a laugh]

Cassandra : Haha! Okay okay stop! You've proven yourself! Haha!

M!Reader : That's what I thought sweetheart, now... Eyes on me please

[Cassandra turns around and stares at Y/N in the eyes with a wide smile]

M!Reader : Never... Feel... Like... That... Again Okay?

[Cassandra starts to form a tiny blush]

Cassandra : Chuckles I'll try my best... but I can always count on you again if this happens again...

[Cassandra grabs Y/N hand and put it on her cheek]

M!Reader : There you go! Now.... Show me the cave!

[Cassandra stands up, Y/N and Cassandra holding hands walking towards the door]

Cassandra : You seriously will love the cave!–

[Cassandra opens the door]

......

[When the door was opened by her IMMEDIATELY Jason, dick, Damian and Stephanie fell down to the floor]

M!Reader : ......

Cassandra : ......

Dick : Uhhhhh..... We can definitely explain...

[downbadforpixels]

brb changing my status from “fukuchi apologists dni” to “fyodor apologists dni”

[slxtslovebambi]

𝙒𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙯 💦 💭

Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI

Mentions of: Armin, Jean and Connie.

Synopsis: based of : Wet Dreamz by J. Cole.

[ Eren basically is a loner without any game. He finds himself crushing over the popular girl that sits next to him in his math class and keeps passing him cute letters and notes, praying that she’ll be the one that’s going to take his virginity!]

Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of sex, Eren being head over heels for you, mentions of virginity loss, cuss words etc.

Wc: 2k+

Eren has always been a laid back kid.

He likes video games, smoking and staying out of drama.

Of course he like girls and stuff like that too, it’s just that he never really went out of his way to try and talk to them. The girls at his college are mostly not interested in him anyways since he’s kinda a loner and he’s not interested in changing anything about that…

At least that’s what he thought until he first met you. He could never forget the day you walked into his math class and sat down next to him, with a warm smile on your face and a cherry lollipop between your plump lips. He immediately noticed your pretty face and the way you smell.

He found himself so fascinated with the way your hair looked that whenever he was watching porn late at night by himself in his college dorm, he specifically looked for girls with a similar hair type. He loved talking to you just to hear your soft voice and cute giggles, but after your professor expressed multiple times that he doesn’t want you guys to distract the other students, you had to switch to exchanging small letters and notes.

At this point Eren has a whole little box full of notes that you wrote him since the beginning of the year.

Everything started off so innocent until you started flirting with him, trying to make him blush and get a reaction out of him, like the virgin whore that he was. Attending classes felt like a reward now, since he gets to spend time with you on a daily basis.

You often catch him starring at you, but you never thought much about it.

If only you knew that secretly he was wondering if you’d be able to make him nut the same way it feels like when he does it himself to your photos.

You’re not the it girl at campus but you are popular for sure. You’ve always been pretty confident, not taking shit from people and making sure that everybody knew not to play around with you. He’s truly fascinated by you and he finds himself quickly developing feelings for you.

Even his friends noticed his behavior change. Since he met you he’s daydreaming a lot more, mostly about the way that your thighs would make a perfect pillow or the cute pout you have on your lips when you don’t understand something and you have to ask him for help.

"Bruh what the fuck? Yoo Eren? Earth to Eren?"

Connie waves his hand in front of Eren's face to catch his attention.

"Huh?" Eren responds, snapping out of his hypnotic state.

"We’re asking if you’re coming to the party on Saturday?" Connie asks curiously.

"Nah I’m busy this weekend, sorry guys." He mutters quietly in response.

"What do you mean you’re busy? You never miss a party!" Jean looks at him shocked.

"Y/n is coming over this weekend, that’s why he’s acting that way." Armin reveals his best friends secret with a smirk on his face.

"He even told me I’m not allowed to come home till Sunday." He continues.

"Wait, wait, WAIT! Y/n L/n? Bro you better forget about her." Connie looks at Eren like he’s insane.

"What? Why?" Eren looks up to his friend, suddenly all ears again.

"She’s like wayyy out of your league, there’s no way she’d let you try anything with her!" Jean shakes his head, trying to prepare his friend for a heart break.

"Who said I wanna 'try anything’?" Eren starts getting annoyed. He knows all of those things but that’s not gonna stop him from dreaming night and day about your pretty lips warped around his dick, crying and gagging for him with that seducing look on your face that you always give him.

"Ohh right, I forgot our boy is still a virgin. Don’t worry, you’re not less of a man!"

Jean ruffles through Eren's hair.

"I never said I was?!" Eren looks offended over at his friend.

"Yeah but you thought it." Connie laughs.

"I hate you guys." He just rolls his eyes… but what if they are right?

Did he ever have a real chance with you?

And do you even like him?

—

Friday was like any other day…

at least that’s what Eren expected when he sat down next to you like usually.

You immediately noticed that something was off. He seemed so cold and distant and even after you asked him "did I do something wrong?", with a cute pout on your face, he only responded with a "nah don’t worry." before turning his head away from you again. The truth is that Eren was just scared. Hurt and scared to be specific.

What if Jean and Connie were right, and he’s just your way of passing time during your boring lectures.

He always felt a little delusional for thinking there could be something going on between you guys, but the conversation he had with his friends yesterday just made things worse.

Eren basically ignored you for almost the entire lecture, thinking about thousands of reasons why you could think that he’s not good enough for you.

He always had his fair share of insecurities, but he still hoped you’d like him regardless.

However all of his worries got dismissed after he opened the letter you passed him when nobody was looking.

'𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?'

It said, written perfectly in your handwriting.

You smile at him innocently before tapping the end of your pencil against your bottom lip.

There’s no way you would write something like that if you weren’t interested in him… right?…

You’re so cruel for playing around with him like that. At this point it doesn’t even matter anymore if all of this is a joke or game to you, Eren is willing to risk it all.

If he ever had the glimpse of a chance with you, then now is the time to make use of it and shoot his shot. He’s definitely going to keep the note and brag about it to his friends though, simply to prove them that he’s not some virgin loser and that he knows how to talk to girls, even if he doesn’t do it a lot.

He smiles softly to himself before ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbling something on it.

He hands it to you while giving you a cocky attitude. '𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦' You read on it. '𝑶𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚?' you write back with a sly smirk on your lips.

'𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯… 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰'

If having wet dreams about you would count, he’d definitely be considered a pro… so it’s not that much of a lie is it?

'𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘' You giggle in amusement before you give him the small note.

~That girl is going to be the death of me ~

Eren thinks to himself as he noticed the bugle in his pants. Luckily none of his friends were here, seeing him embarrassed at the fact that he is fully bricked up, because of you just writing on a stupid piece of paper.

'𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯' he writes back, trying to keep his cool to impress you.

Deep down he knew he’s scared to death right now, even if he doesn’t want to admit it…

—

"You’re still here? Get the fuck out Armin, Y/n's gonna be here in like one hour and I still need to…get ready!" Eren bursts into Armin’s room after hearing him talk on the phone.

He never wanted to impress a girl so bad in his life.

"Shut up Eren I’m talking to my mom!"

Armin puts his phone on silent as he tries to make Eren leave by pushing him away with one hand.

"Fuck no, don’t ruin this for me! You need to leave."

Armin unmutes his phone before he sighs and starts speaking again.

"Wait mom, I- I’m gonna call you back. Yes I promise I won’t drink much. Okay, yeah love you too, bye." He hangs up. "what the hell is wrong with you man?!" he glares at Eren. "Did you already pack your things?" Eren continues bugging him.

"Yes I did, now stop rushing me or I’ll tell Jean and Connie that you practiced how to put on condoms last night!" Armin threatens him, remembering the painfully awkward encounter he had with his best friend.

"Okay okay but you have to leave now, please Armin." Eren nearly begs. This is one of the most important days in his life, there’s no way he going to let anybody fuck this up.

"Fine, I was about to leave anyways." Armin sighs while rolling his eyes as he takes his backpack from his bed and puts it on before grabbing his keys from his nightstand. "Thank you man I love you!" Eren says relived, following Armin to the door.

"Yeah whatever." Armin says before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.

—

The entire hour that Eren had left, he spent by lighting up scented candles around the house and praying that he won’t mess up, not tonight.

It can’t be that hard right? He watched enough porn to know the basics, he just hopes that you won’t notice it’s his first time.

The moment the doorbell rang he almost had a stroke…. However it was nothing compared to the way his heart was beating fast when you sat down beside him on his bed after he lead you in his room.

Fake it till you make it right? That’s what Eren thought when he started kissing you, pretending that his last kiss wasn’t in middle school. Getting hard on time was much easier than he thought it would be.

He felt his heart skip a beat when your warm hand slides under his shirt as you start trailing your fingers over his abs. Your skin is so unbelievably soft, it feels like heaven. You make him take off his shirt and play with the buckle of his belt before he pulls your face closer by your chin, only leaving inches between you.

"You’re so fucking pretty." He mutters under his breath while inspecting your face.

He always wanted to have you to himself, and seeing you like this, so desperately craving his touch just drives him crazy.

Usually he feels like you hold this power over him, but you whispering quietly in his ear "I want you so bad." was a major ego boost to him.

He can’t believe that his friends almost had him convinced that he wasn’t good enough for you… ridiculous.

He takes off your dress and removes your underwear, as he watches your nipples get hard at the cool air, with a smirk on his face, before he takes out a condom from his pocket.

It’s now or never.

He gets rid of his pants and puts on the elastic rubber just like he practiced the night before.

Now that he’s so close to losing his virginity, realization hits him, killing the adrenaline that just rushed through his veins.

He feels the palms of his hands getting sweaty and his breath quicken as he tries to keep himself from panicking to much.

He takes a deep breath and moves his hardened member to your entrance before you flinch and stop him right when he’s about to put it in.

"What’s wrong?" He asked confused.

Did you notice that he’s completely inexperienced? This is so embarrassing, he should have just told you the truth when he had the chance to.

"I need to tell you something…" you shyly look up to him. "Did… Did I do something wrong?" Eren says, worried that he’s making you feel uncomfortable.

"No it’s just,… please be gentle okay?" You try to avoid eye contact before continuing.

"Don’t laugh at me but… I-I never did this before."

Eren chuckles lightly to himself.

"I’ll try to keep it down for ya."

This is going to be so much more fun than he thought it would be.

Hope you enjoyed it, I refuse to believe that there’s people out there that don’t know the song, but if you don’t I can only recommend listening to it! 🧎🏾‍♀️

most recent work <3

[eunxhan]

E ( 💭🪶 . • ✧ ) TILL x M!READER 𝟸𝟶𝟸4

─── © 🎞 film by EUN.X.HAN⠀

# ⋆ ⩉ ANON𝂅 📰 : Yo, whats up? So nice see a male reader blog, and you also write for alien stage! I actually want some fluff. Male reader x Till. I know you'd prefer us to specify when you're going to place an order, but I'm not sure I'll be able to do that well...Anyway! I had two ideas. The first is very simple, something like a reader having the habit of greeting Till by touching his foreheads whenever he sees him (more like a curiosity) and the focus of the narrative would be us consoling Till while he was having a crisis. I thought of a more physical approach to consolation, like doing some hairstyle on him or just handing kisses all over his face while we hug him, then you can develop as you want.The other idea would be a reader who suffers from vasovagal syndrome (the person faints out of nowhere, in short), would like something cute and with a bit of drama too, about Till always striving to be on the reader's side and hold him when that occurs, cuddling with him until he is sure he wakes up and is okay!You can choose the one you like, both with a male reader and I would like Till and the reader were a couple!< Anyways good afternoon!

# ⋆ ⩉ EUNA 𝂅 🖋 : This is honestly an amazing idea.. even when I still can't over to his.. yk. Thank you for requesting and for making it as detailed as possible. <33

❛ 𒀭 : DISCLAIMER — ANGST SPOILER IN THE END. BAD GRAMMAR. VASOVAGAL SYNDROME.

❛ 𒀭 : READER — Male , [Name] , HE/HIM

❛ 𒀭 : LINKS — Request rules

In the early stages of their relationship, Till and [N] are a private couple, keeping their affection mostly to themselves. [N] can't help but show his love through constant touching, much to Till's initial discomfort. Whenever they greet each other, [N] insists on pressing their foreheads together, a gesture that Till finds both endearing and overwhelming.

Till, not used to gentle touches or being touched in general, is stiff and tense during their early encounters. He often scolds [N] for being too touchy, his face flushing red at the unfamiliar sensation of being held and caressed. As their bond deepens, Till begins to crave [N]'s affection, allowing him to braid his hair and pepper his face with kisses.

Despite his growing comfort with physical intimacy, Till remains a private person, preferring to express his love through subtle gestures and quiet moments. He enjoys the feeling of [N]'s fingers gently massaging his scalp as he braids his hair, the soft brush of [N]'s lips against his cheek, and the warmth of [N]'s embrace.

Till's private nature is put to the test when [N]'s vasovagal syndrome causes him to pass out unexpectedly. Till becomes paranoid and anxious whenever [N] collapses, his heart racing as he rushes to his side. They had discussed what to do in these situations, but Till can't help but fear the worst each time it happens. He's willing to help [N] and to avoid the triggers that stress him.

If [N] passes out at night, Till immediately puts his head on [N]'s chest, listening intently to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sound is a soothing balm to Till's frayed nerves, reassuring him that [N] is alive and well. In the days following a fainting spell, Till seeks comfort in [N]'s embrace, often asking for affection that involves resting his head on [N]'s chest, finding solace in the closeness and the reassuring thump of [N]'s heart.

Through their ups and downs, Till and [N]'s love only grows stronger. Till learns to embrace the gentle touches and affectionate gestures that once made. Till has grown comfortable opening up more to [N], allowing himself to be vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. He begins to initiate affectionate gestures, such as wrapping his arms around [N] from behind, or resting his head on [N]'s shoulder at a random moment.

[N] has a habit of humming softly to himself when he's deep in thought or working on a project. Till finds the melodies soothing and often catches himself humming along, creating a gentle harmony between them.

Till has a habit of twirling [N]'s hair around his finger when they're lying in bed together, finding the silky strands soothing to touch. [N] often falls asleep to the gentle tugging sensation, a content smile on his face.

Whenever Till is feeling overwhelmed or anxious, he seeks out [N]'s company. He'll slip into bed beside [N], burying his face in the crook of [N]'s neck and breathing in his scent until he feels calm enough to face the world again.

[N], in turn, cherishes these moments of intimacy, marveling at the trust Till places in him. He takes care to be mindful of Till's boundaries, always asking for consent before engaging in any physical contact. Over time, they develop a language of their own, with subtle touches and glances that convey their love and affection.

Until the very end, Till could feel [N]'s gentle caress wiping the blood from his chin. The tender touch was a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them, and Till clung to it like a lifeline. Even as the world crumbled around them, [N]'s presence was a source of comfort and strength.

Till could hear [N]'s soft, quivering hum. It was a sound that he had come to associate with safety, a melody that cut through the noise and reminded him that he was not alone. Till leaned into [N]'s embrace, drawing strength from the warmth and solidity of his partner's body.

In the end, [N] could only clung onto Till's body. Hearing as his heartbeat comes close and the man's body grows cold.

@𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑿𝑯𝑨𝑵. Do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and/or confirmation.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Random thoughts to distract me 💭🤔

Pregnant reader with highhhhh pain tolerance! Back labor

Just random nonsense while I breath through Braxton Hicks/contractions😮‍💨 typos and shitty writing to distract me

BabydaddyLaw! Who gets over protective of you once you're carrying his child. Also checking your vitals and being your primary doctor throughout the whole thing

BabydaddyLaw! Who watches as you get outta breath alot wondering what could be wrong considering you stayed hydrated all day and ate the healthy meals he prepared

BabydaddyLaw! Who warns you what contractions would be like but you brush it off saying there's no way it's possible.

BabydaddyLaw! who starts secretly counting the times he catches you wince a bit asking "how are you feeling?"

"fine my back is just killing me."

BabydaddyLaw! Who's eyes nearly pop out when your back pain is nearly two minutes apart

"dammit Y/N that's fucking back labor why didn't you tell me!!" He'll yell as he radios his crew to prep the room for delivery and you just shrug.

"I don't even know what that is." You shrug then wince holding your back again.

BabydaddyLaw! Who only shakes his head at himself for completely forgetting that back labor could've been a possibility hence why the contractions felt like nothing. The stabbing pain shooting in your back far worse than the tightening in your belly.

"sorry I should've told you it was a possible outcome." He tells you rooming you into the space for delivery.

BabydaddyLaw! Who's the perfect support in your delivery. Giving you praise for every push and painful cramp you get along the way.

"you're doing wonderful sweetheart. So proud of you. So strong baby." He's enamored by your beauty in this moment despite your messy hair and sweaty face. He couldn't care less, to him you looked like a warrior. Fighting a battle he never can and he couldn't be more in love.

"Almost there baby girl you can do it." He'll say between your spread legs. Even though he'd want to hold your hand he wants to be the one to catch your child.

BabydaddyLaw! Who sighs in relief once you finally bare your child, his gloved hands cleaning your shares bundle of joy.

BabydaddyLaw! Who after the vitals, cleaning and umbilical cord cutting are done, sits beside you with a warm smile. Placing your prince/princess gently in your arms.

BabydaddyLaw! Who never thought his heart could get any bigger till he saw what you both created together

"I love you both so much"

[r0sespetals]

☃️ ⋆ ♥ a check up ♥⋆ ☃️ - a love and deepspace story : ZAYNE

𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒: '𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣'

𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕫𝕒𝕪𝕟𝕖?! 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕤𝕠.. 𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱.

𝕀 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 ℍ𝔼'𝕃𝕃 𝔹𝔼 𝕊𝕆 𝔸𝔽𝔽𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝔸𝕋𝔼.

⋆ 🎀 𝓇💮𝓈𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 🎀 ⋆ - i am very excited to present this story of mines I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MAKE MY OWN TUMBLR CAUSE EVERYONES STORIES IS SOSOOSOS GOOD so i hope this one passes along ya'll too. The beginning is pretty mild but don't worry it gets a bit HJHRSGJ IN THE MIDDLE! I will post part 2 tmrw orr much later cause i wanna do the rest of the boys too -

💭- thoughts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1/??

---- our pov ----

It’s finally time for my daily check-up with Zayne! I hope this week hasn’t been as busy for him compared to last week. He was so exhausted that when he got home, he face-timed me and then completely passed out. 

I chuckle at the remembrance of that night. 

I checked the time on my hunter's watch. And luckily I got time to get there.

 I stepped out of my apartment, taking a turn to take the elevator down the hallway. I press the button to go down and watch as the level goes down one by one until it finally reached the lobby.

I stepped out the door and out the apartment complex. Walked down some stairs and towards the station to catch the train. The train arrives shortly after I got there, and the doors were holding everyone up since they were opening slowly. After taking a seat, I scroll on my phone and noticed an article about a private gallery known as ‘Mo Art Studio’ on an island in Whitesand Bay. Filled with artworks of the ocean all which were painted by artist Rafayel, who resides in this art studio a floor above. An image of him shows up next to Whitesand Bay. Hes a pretty tall guy with purple hair, blue with a hint of red in his eyes, wearing a white button up shirt and some black slacks. As I look over this guy’s info, I remember of a man with his sardonic and gentle voice say,

 “The fish is gonna slip away you know?” 

He reaches over and swiftly catches a fish. Looking back at me with a contempt look when he caught the fish. He blurs away as I look closer at his image on this article. He seemed familiar and I wanted to check more but a notification for ‘Kitty Cards’ popped up. And what’s more is that the cats in the game are so cute, I couldn’t resist the cat popping up at the top of my phone. So I tapped away smiling and played ‘Kitty Cards’ on the train for the next few minutes till my arrival to the hospital.

A couple minutes flew by and the train called out an arrival.. 

‘Arriving at _____ station’

Here’s my stop..

I get up as the train slows down. I put my cellphone in my bag and step off the train and walk up and out towards the infamous ‘Akso Hospital’.

Where Zayne works as a cardiac surgeon.

I still can’t really believe that I met Zayne again after all these years and even more now that he’s my primary physician. It’s nice to have atleast one familiar face here in Linkon City. I subtly smile as I enter through the hospital's doors.

The lady in the front looks up from the receptionist's desk and greets me as I walk closer to the desk.

“Hello, welcome to Akso Hospital, Your name and appointment time please?” 

She clicks on her mouse as I begin to say my name and the time of the appointment. The keys clacking as she typed in my name and putting in the appointment time. She looks back at me and says, 

“Please have a seat in the waiting area, I’ll let you know when Dr. Zayne is ready to see you.” 

She smiles and motions her hand over to where the waiting area was, filled with chairs and screens above showing off the hospital’s heart cases. Along with a slideshow, showing most of the specialized doctors in this field including the chief cardiac surgeon.

I sit down and stare at the screen patiently waiting for one specific person to show up. My heart thumps louder as I look at how his black hair sits against his paleish skin, along with his black tie under his white lab coat and his glasses on top of his green eyes.

That person being the chief cardiac surgeon.

“I told them they didn’t need to put me up there, its of no use to them if the picture doesn’t save anyone.”

I heard him. His calm and deep voice ringing deep into my ears. I turned my body to the right.  His green eyes meeting right with mines, he's sitting right next to me smiling slightly I think. 

“Oh! Dr. Zayne!” 

I smile at him. He pauses and stops smiling. He turns away and gets up with the clipboard he brought. I noticed his ears turned red

I look at him as he turns back to face me. His face turning all serious and back to his usual monotone voice.

 I thought he was a bit happier today but I guess not.

“If you could please follow me to the office, I have to urgently check in with you about this matter now.” 

He looks over with his eyes, before he turns back and continues walking.

He walks away as I get up, following in pursuit. What could Zayne possibly want to talk about? Could it be about my heart.. Is something wrong?

We enter Zayne’s office. 

The lights were off when I entered.

Leaving only the lamp on his desk as the only source of light, along with the sunlight outside. I heard the click of the door lock. It must be really urgent if he wants no one in here. 

I look down at my hands and place them at my heart. Wondering what possible bad news it could be that he was hurrying us in here.

I hear a long sigh next to me, along with his shoes tapping lightly as he walks towards me. 

I lifted my face back up to him slowly. Already bearing for the worst.

“Zayne.. is there something wronmmph?!"

I blinked and next thing you know i'm against the wall.

He kisses me. His tongue swirling with mines, pressing his mouth closer to mine’s, moving his other hand near my ear and cupping my face to make his kiss deeper. His eyes are closed as I opened my eyes again. 

“W-wait zayne..” 

I gasp out, breathing hastily because I was running out of breath. Placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away a little to give me space to breathe. He opens his eyes staring at me with those green eyes of his and then down to my lips. He takes a step closer and places his thumb on my bottom lip and fondled it.

“I can’t?” 

His breath shaking because of how close and deep his kisses were being done. He tugs my bottom lip down a bit. 

He breathes out.

 “Please.. Just today..” He looks at my lips in desperation and then places his gaze back on me. He lifts my chin up with his hand.

Placing small kisses on the corner of my lips before actually kissing me, closing his eyes. He places his hands around my waist and pulls me even more closer to him. Making this much intimate than before. 

He places his forehead on mines.

“I haven’t seen you... or even touch you this whole week”

He breathes out still trying to catch his breath.

He locks eye contact with me. I put my hand up and caress his cheek. He lays his head on my hand and closes his eyes. His ears were turning redder by the second.

“Mmm.. this feels so nice..” 

The coldness of his hand presses onto mine. 

“I can't take it anymore..” 

He pulls me in and embraces me. My head is placed close to Zayne’s chest hearing the fast pace of his heartbeat. I subtly smile. I’m the one making him feel like this. He whispers above me. His deep and calm voice echoed in my ears. 

“I’m so used to seeing you all the time.. so why didn’t you come last week? You weren't answering your texts or calls.. I really thought you finally got tired of me not showing the same attention as you were giving me"

I looked up at him. His black hair loomed down on me, no longer slick back anymore.

He looks so sad. I feel so bad that I didn;t answer but..

“I was occupied with so many wanderers and when I’d get home I’d have to deal with another alert. I'm so sorry I made you felt that you were being neglected Zayne... I really do cherish you and i'll try to respond on my breaks more"

I gave him a reassuring smile. His green eyes lock with my glossy eyes. He sighs in relief.

“You’re just as busy as I am but I always make sure to respond when I can unlike you" He says in a cold tone. Before i could respond he says

“But, now that we’re all alone... there is so much I can do to you for the lost time” 

He looks at me with so much longing and lust.

He leans his face closer to mine. I cover his mouth.

“ButZayneyou still haveotherpatientsAndineedtogotoworksoon”

I fluster out feeling the room getting warmer.

He locks eye contact with me, having one of his eyebrows raised. He removes my hands off his mouth, he smirked.

“Zayne are you listening to me..?” 

I feel the warmth in my cheeks as he pushes me back on the wall.

Still pressed against the wall by Zayne. He leans down and leaves soft kisses on neck, pulling me in by the waist. Leaving little nibbles along my ears and down my neck. His warm breath caresses my ears as he speaks.

“How will i know about listening if you alway find a way to ignore my conversations with you”

He gives a subtle smirk when he comes back to looking at me.

“But that was only one time Zayne.”

"More than one time actually.. especially since i am your doctor"

He says as he pushes his lips on mines. His kiss was deep and desperate, not allowing for any of us to breathe.

Becoming almost unbearable. 

"if i had known you would ignore me for a week I would've done this so you wouldn't leave me again.."

He sloppily mentions as he continues to kiss me. I felt his hand slip under my shirt going up and under my bra to grasp my breast. I felt his fingers pinch and play on my nipple, going in a circular motion.

He lets go of the kiss to go my neck and leave soft kisses and marks. A gasp escapes my lips as his other hand does the same. And he was about to lift up my shirt when..

A knock is heard on the door.

We abruptly stop.

My shirt midway off.

Both of us messy, breathing heavily, and his lips left with kiss marks

“Dr. Zayne, there is another patient who needs to talk to you” 

His eyebrows twitch. He grumbles under his breath and put a hand on his mouth.

Thinking.

I let out a small laugh because i've never seen zayne so troubled on something before. He looks back at me and kisses me one more time. But then he kisses me again. I pushed him off again to stop.

I talk sense into Zayne and he then cleans himself up. Doing his hair with the extra hygienic things he had in his drawer. He made it seem as if nothing had happened.

"I'll call you. And this time please pick up in a quicker manner"

He sits down at his desk pulling out a folder.

"I will make it up for you in tonight Zayne! I will make cake for you. And you better be there directly after work" I point at him and he chuckles.

"Yes I will be there, now please leave my office before I act on even more things I dont mean to"

He turns his head away to look at his laptop.

I noticed a pink flush on his ears again and I smile.

"I'll be taking my leave now then Dr. Zayne"

I start to walk out but before i turn I see Zayne give me a smile.

"See you later "

My heart beated a bit faster.

I waved back bye and rushed out.

Ah now I gotta see which cake Zayne likes and make it..

I go down to the station and scroll on easy cake recipes to do.

Plus it can't be that hard right?

--

⋆ 🎀 𝓇💮𝓈𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 🎀 ⋆ - 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚! 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℂ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥/𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖/𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 <3

(if i have typing errors i AM SO SORRY cause i kept re-reading and typing in new things so my badd)

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Interview 📺🎤

Alexia Putellas x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary:

Interviewing the famous Alexia Putellas was a dream come true. Being a fan of football since a young age, finally being able to interview one of the best female footballers was truly an extatic. During this interview, Alexia slowly started flirting with you, teasing you slightly, smiling at you. After a few months of texting and going out, you become official. When another interview is organised with the two of you, the dynamic is a lot different than what it was a year ago.

You were living in a dream, growing up as a football fan, you could have never imagine in your life being able to interview the Alexia Putellas. You always admire her dedication, and leadership on the pitch. And imagining that in a few minute you would be sitting across from one of the best female footballers in the world felt surreal.

These past few days were a mix of excitement and nerves, revising till perfection every single word that you would adresse her, imagining every possible of scenario, having several anxiety attacks on what could go wrong.

You took a deep breath as you started hearing her footsteps coming closer and closer to the set.

(A) Hola debes ser la entrevistadora, ¿cómo estás?

hello you must be the interviewer, how are you ?

Estoy muy bien, gracias por preguntar. ¿Cómo estás?

I'm doing great, thank you for asking, how are you ?

Your thick English accent clearly coming through every word. She smiled at you.

English i see, lo estoy haciendo muy bien, gracias hermosa.

English i see, im doing great thank you beautiful.

You felt warm comming up to your cheeks, body frosen in shock, gay panic clearly sprend all over you as you try to make some kind of respond. She chuckled softly at you, eyes locked on yours.

Eres linda, me gustas. ¿Qué tal si comenzamos esta entrevista? Estoy emocionada por saber más sobre ti.

You're cute, i like you. how about we start this interview? im excited to know more about you.

You nobbed in response, not wanting to embarrass yourself more.

As you asked her about her incredible journey, her career highlights, her training, her winning the Ballon d'Or. She answered each question with her characteristic charm, but as the interview went on, something shifted. Her smiles stayed longer than necessary, her eyes sparkled with a teasing light, and there was a playful undertone to her responses. At first, you thought it was just your imagination. Then, she began making subtle comments. You laughed it off, trying to stay focused, but you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

After the interview, you both lingered a little longer than expected, exchanging stories beyond football, letting the professional wall between you slowly disappear. Over the next few months, what started as an innocent professional connection turned into something deeper. You found yourselves texting frequently, sharing small moments of your day. Each conversation, each meeting, felt electric, filled with a tension that neither of you could ignore. Eventually, the inevitable happened. Alexia asked you out, and from that moment, everything changed.

Months passed, and your relationship blossomed. You had kept it private, aware of the media’s prying eyes. Alexia was extremely private, but with you, she was open, playful, and warm in a way the public rarely saw.

A year after that first interview, another one was scheduled. this time, both of you knew it would be different. As you walked into the studio, memories of your initial interview flooded back. The dynamic between you was entirely different now, the polite, formal exchanges of last year were gone. Now, there was a sense of ease, familiarity, and affection that neither of you could hide.

The interview started, but this time, the teasing wasn’t subtle. Alexia grinned at you before answering each question, occasionally reaching across to touch your hand or throwing in a playful remark about your relationship. The camera crew noticed the chemistry immediately, exchanging knowing looks as you tried to maintain your composure.

Has cambiado un poco desde nuestra última entrevista, no recuerdo que estuvieras tan... distraído.

you've changed a bit since our last interview, I don’t remember you being so...distracted.

She said, smirking. You laughed, trying to keep it professional, but you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Creo que eres tú la que está distraída, Alexia.

I think it’s you who's distracted, Alexia.

The interview was a mix of serious questions and light-hearted banter. It wasn’t just about football this time; it was about the bond between you two, the connection that had grown from a shared passion for the sport into something far more personal. The audience could see it, and they loved it.

As the interview wrapped up, Alexia leaned in slightly, her voice just low enough for only you to hear.

¿Cena después de esto?

Dinner after this?

You smiled, feeling your heart race just like it did that first day.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

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melody's current thoughts . . . 💭

‘uncle’!iida & mommy yaomomo ft recently introduced auntie ashido <3

content warning : discipline mentioned , overused mommy as usual, like one swat , reader is vv bratty and spoiled , md/lg heavily implied , reader threw a tantrum

mommy yaomomo whose too gentle for her own good , you're too spoiled :( . Spending her money like crazy, asking her to buy new clothes everytime you guys went out. $100 is basically just paper at this point. Other than that , you basically refused anything that isn't up to your standards. Noodles with veggies? yuck. A colouring book of dinosaurs instead of kittens? burn it.

You also basically lost your manners. Not even saying thank you or even greet your mommy’s friends correctly. “is this your little girl, yaomomo? she's so pretty! hi sweetheart, my name is mina ashido. you can call me auntie if you want!” only for you to ignore her and whined at your mommy saying it's boring and hot.

She didn't know what to do anymore, not until your ‘uncle’ todoroki told your mommy that top 5 pro hero Igenium is back from his business trip. So, when you came out of your room to your mommy serving him tea , you were shocked. To say the least.

But when you found out that you're staying with him for a day?? because your mommy had to do patrol in another prefecture and won't be back till tomorrow morning? oh you were pissed. Swear words , crying and calling her a meanie. Well , not until he pulls you away and bends you over his lap, suddenly striking your ass.

“Ah, here I thought your mommy was just being overdramatic. Yaomomo, you can leave her to me, she'll be good as an angel tomorrow.”