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4wkjun · 4 months

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merry christmas, i guess | sjy

pairing: jake sim × reader

requested? yes! there you go, anon <3 i fucked up and lost the request, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ

genre: smut

warnings: blowjob inside of a car, swearing, throat fucking (?), minors dni.

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you envy people who had snow during christmas. living in australia was great – not that you knew anything different than that –, but it was so hot.

it was almost two in the morning when you and jake decided to leave the christmas party your friends decided to throw. the windows were down as the cool breeze hit your face and you pulled the hem of your dress a little up, feeling your thighs sticking together because of the thin layer of sweat on your skin.

“you hot?” jake smirked, his hand on your thigh.

“yeah, i hate the summer.”

jake hummed, caressing your soft skin. he hated himself for being turned on just by the sight of your bare thighs and the soft feeling of your skin against his palm. you barely had time alone, your mom over the two of you everytime jake visited you at your place. he missed feeling your skin against his, but could’t bring himself to say that to you. you’ve been together for only three months, he didn’t want to sound like a perv.

“a penny for your thoughts?” you said, caressing his hand on your thigh. jake took a deep breath and squeezed your thigh, shaking his head.

“maybe i should keep them to myself” he answered, smiling softly at you for only a second before turning his eyes back on the road.

“your dick begs do differ” you said, noticing his bulge starting to show through his jeans. jake groaned, his hand back on the wheel. “i’m sorry we haven’t fuck in two weeks” you said, your hand hovering his crotch.

jake almost threw the car across the road as you squeezed his hardening cock, gasping. he looked at you with wide eyes, his cheeks bright red.

“you don’t have to do this, y/n. it’s ok, you have a lot to deal right now and- fuck” he whimpered as your palm started to rub him through the jeans, ridiculously slowly. “don’t do this or i’ll shove the car in the middle of a tree!” jake said, desperate.

you laughed, leaning in to whisper in his ear: “stop the car.”

jake obeyed, pulling over on the freeway. there was no other cars, just yours, so jake didn’t even bother to look for a hidden spot.

“y/n...” he started, his hands urgent to get rid of the seat belt.

“shh, let me give you a christmas gift” you smiled, getting rid of yours too. your hands unbuttoned his pants, jake panting in anticipation.

“you’re so pretty” jake said, his hand pulling your hair behind your ear. you smiled before tapping his leg so he would help you, getting up to bring his jeans down. you pulled both his jeans and his underwear down at once, jake hissing while you released his half-hard cock.

jake threw his head back when your hand closed around his shaft, pumping him slowly and spreading his precum. he held his breath when you put your head down to spit over his tip, making your hands slide easily.

“god, i missed your touch” he said under a breath, his eyes focusing on your face. his cheeks were getting redder, his eyes completely dark, filled with lust. he leaned in to kiss your soft lips, moaning against your mouth everytime your hand circled his sensitive tip. “are you gonna ride me?” he asked – his voice shaking – when he broke the kiss to moan, his eyes closed.

“no, baby. this is your gift, remember?” you said softly before lowering your head towards his hard cock. jake whined when he felt your breath against his cock, holding his breath when you licked his tip.

“don’t mess with me, baby” he groaned, his hand instinctively on your head. you hummed, your lips circling his tip with eager.

jake moaned loudly when you bobbed your head down his shaft, your hand still pumping the part your mouth couldn’t reach. he slowly applied a little pressure on the back of your head, trying to get you to suck on more of him. you took a deep breath before going down, afraid you would gag around him.

“uh, that’s it baby” jake moaned, holding your hair so he could see your face going down on him. “you take me so well” he said before whining when you sucked your cheeks in, your eyes closed. you slowly bobbed your head again, trying to put more of him inside your mouth.

jake's hips bucked forward without his consent, his body working on his own. you gagged as his tip brushed against the back of your throat, tears automatically filling the corner of your eyes. jake let out a loud moan and his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair, not wanting you to back out.

“baby, please” he whined.

you tried taking a deep breath through your nose before letting his tip hit your throat again, wanting jake to feel good. you couldn’t help but make another gagging sound around his cock and jake hissed, his hazed eyes never leaving your face.

“you don’t have to do this” he managed to moan, his breathing completely irregular. you lifted your head, letting off of his cock with a loud pop. tears ran down your cheeks and your hand didn’t stop pumping him.

“i thought you’d like to fuck my mouth” you said with a hoarse voice, wiping your tears with the back of your other hand. jake’s cock twitched in your hand by the thought of fucking your mouth.

“i would love to” he moaned. “but you don’t have to-”

“stop saying that, i want you to cum inside of my mouth. would ya?” you said, pumping him faster. he whimpered, nodding non-stop. you smiled, taking a deep breath again before attaching your lips to his cock.

you could tell jake was trying to go easy on you, thrusting softly against your mouth, his tip barely touching the back of your throat. he knew he was your first boyfriend, your first everything. no one else has ever fucked your mouth before, he didn’t want this to be traumatic in anyway. however, when you hollowed your cheeks again and put your own head forward, he groaned before thrusting hard against you.

you couldn’t stop the gagging sounds from leaving your mouth as jake thrusted against you, the tip of your nose touching his pelvis. tears streamed freely down your face as jake chased his own high on your lips, desperate to cum.

“fuck, y/n” he whined. you could feel his thighs flexing underneath your hands – you needed any kind of support –, knowing he wouldn’t last long. “look at you, a gagging mess around my cock” he said, pushing your head down on him. you gagged loudly again and he moaned just as loud.

you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, desperate to make him cum – and maybe ask him to return the favor. your right hand reached his balls and he whined, bucking harder against your mouth. you moaned, vibrating his cock with your voice.

“i’mma cum, i’mma cum” he whined, fucking your throat non-stop in erratic thrusts, his hips bucking on their own again. when jake released his seed inside of your mouth, you tried your best to swallow while still sucking his sensitive cock, only stopping when he whined and tried to get you out of his cock.

you smiled, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, not knowing if jake would want to kiss you right now. obviously he wanted to, pulling you in to attach his lips on yours, his tongue capturing his own taste on yours. jake wanted to return the favor, eat you out until you passed out of pleasure.

“let me do this for you, baby?” he asked before leaning in to kiss your neck. you whined, embarrassed.

“you have to drop me off, it’s half past two...” jake laughed, his hand sliding through your dress to squeeze your ass. he smiled when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear.

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure you come” he said, chuckling at his own joke. “go to the backseat, baby. i’ll make you feel good. merry christmas, i guess.”

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zwhoreo · 9 months

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⋆. Link to pt 1 :> ⋆.

gray moon pt 2 - luffy x f!reader

SMUT!!

summary: a sequel to the first gray moon. You and luffy get an overwhelming need to express your desire for each other

Includes… very virgin luffy, oral both ways, brief mention of reader’s sexual/romantic trauma

words: 2.7k

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You’re pinned on the deck. You’re pinned on the deck with a view of the night sky and Luffy’s face, the trickle of saliva from his lips, you’re both stunned with your own desires and you just stare at each other, drinking in each other, before he kisses you again. Hard. You didn’t even breathe yet and neither did he, he’s panting into your mouth, and he seems to function off raw instinct as he shifts himself to rest between your legs, his hips against you, you’re lifted against him off the deck with flexed, powerful arms as he tries to get so close that you’re one with each other, heart beats in sync. He kisses your neck, collarbone, shoulder, heavy, wet kisses and licks of his tongue.

“What’s happening…” he murmurs and you reach up to pet his hair. His nails start to dig into your skin and there’s the first jerk of his hips, rocking your body up against his. It’s an instinctual, hungry movement, starvation for something he never wanted until now. His lips find your neck and he’s biting and kissing so hard that you’re afraid there will be blood, but he’s Luffy so he’s being gentle still, since he loves you.

But you’re overwhelmed and push away a little, which surprises him and snaps him out of his state. You stare up at him and your heart squeezes in your chest. It’s going too fast, like these things have for you before. Being vulnerable, feeling trapped, being kissed, being held with so much passion, when you didn’t have time to breathe. Tears come to your eyes again.

Luffy looks confused and sad, he pulls you into his arms and you’re warm again. “What’s wrong?” he whispers against your face, being so genuine.

“I don’t know. It’s just… this is all hard for me. I’ve gotten hurt before. I love you but… I just need a second to calm down and get a hold of myself, ok?”

“Gotten hurt? Did you get beat up by pirates? That’s dumb, you’re strong, you-“

“No, Luffy… not like that, not that kind of hurt. Sometimes when you love someone, or want to make them happy, you let them do things to you that you don’t really want. Being with someone like this… it hasn’t been easy for me before.”

“Oh…” Luffy looks at you, misty eyed. “I thought you liked being kissed? And hugged?”

“I do. By you. But sometimes you can get reminded of something terrible, just with the smallest similarity. Remembering the last time I was kissed like that… it didn’t feel good like it does with you.”

“Oh.” He says again, looking upset at the idea of you being hurt, holding you in his arms a littlel tighter. “Then… I guess we should make this time really good, huh? So you can remember this instead?” He grows a hopeful smile, eager to get back to kissing you, to seeing you happy and comfortable.

“Mhm, I’d really like that, I think…”

“You’re not gonna get hurt again. Not ever, ok?” Luffy almost commands, quietly. He wants another kiss. His breath is heavy but he’s so patient.

“I won’t, not with you around.” Your lips return to his, your hands to his, your tongue to his. You’re going to make him happy but out of pure love and pure desire and out of the trust you’ve built for countless months, because you know that love and happiness will come back to you a million times over. Because it’s Luffy.

You don’t want “real” sex right now but you still want something insane tonight. Fingers trail down his chest and take hold of his waist. Weight and balance shifts to you, you lean against him and suddenly he’s so excited to just hold you while you do things to him he’s never felt.

“I wanna touch you somewhere special, Lu. I wanna touch you down there.” You murmur as you hide your face from him, deep in his neck, as you kiss and nibble at the tender, chewy skin. You say it so sweetly, so comfortingly.

“Why? Is it fun?” He stares down at you with wide eyes as he tries to process this all, relaxed in spite of everything.

“Yeah. I think it’ll be really fun… but you can tell me if you don’t like it, ok?” You place your hand on his shorts between his legs, he’s half hard and he probably doesn’t know why, or what that sensation is. But a low groan escapes his lips, so he likes it.

“Yeah, ok!” he agrees happily, giving your forehead a kiss. He’s smiling, he’s ready for any kind of new adventure you want to give him, no tension in the muscles that flex beneath your hands. In the clothed cock that twitches in excitement at a graze of your fingers.

Breath hitches inside a kiss as his zipper is pulled down, he’s not wearing underwear which takes you by surprise as your fingers sink into thick black hair. It’s warm and sweaty, a furnace was ablaze in there, it feels good against this cold night. You meet his eyes for encouragement and he’s grinning, shivering in excitement. So you move lower and the heat builds, sensitive, paper-thin skin over taught muscle meeting your touch and Luffy leans in to kiss you again, desperate for more contact to soothe his explosion of pleasure.

“God… oh…” he says under his breath, followed by a little whimper when you wrap your hand around it and draw it out of his jeans, free to pulse and throb in your gentle hold, Luffy looking down in curiosity at his own body and how it burns in such a nice way. “It’s bigger…” he comments innocently, “and it feels nice, this feels… mm…”

“Does this feel ok?” You give him a slow, loving stroke, leaking tip to base, squeezing veins and swiping your thumb over his slit. All so carefully.

He just gives you a choked moan, hips faltering as they thrust into your touch. His cheeks are pink and his tip is blooming red.

You kiss his neck as your hand moves. Making all his nerves flare at once and his arms grip you tightly, pulling you close, cock bouncing against you. You kiss his collarbone and shoulders, he smells like strong, palpable male arousal, so thick you can taste it on his skin. Your strokes become rhythmic as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to soak in all of it at once. He moans in your ear.

“I want you to kiss it,” he says simply, looking up at you, face flushed as you reach up to touch his cheek.

“Yeah, I can do that…” you murmur a bit nervously as you push him gently back against the mast, settling yourself between his legs, lying down. You kiss his stomach lovingly, still stroking him up and down. You look up at him for encouragement as he nods eagerly.

You give the tip a soft, tiny kiss, and even just that makes him thrust his hips forward in excitement, before you quickly put your hands on his waist to still him. “Luffy! Hey… this is important… you can’t thrust or push my head as I’m doing this, ok? It’s gonna hurt me. Can you promise you won’t do that?”

“Oh… I’m sorry!” He looks at you in embarrassment, as his eyes still beg you. “I promise!”

So your lips return, in a quick yet delicate motion he’s taken a couple inches into your mouth, your tongue swirling the flower petal skin. He gasps in pleasure and excitement, hand resting on your shoulder but careful not to push. It’s a strong, sweaty taste, but you’re surprised how much you like it, probably because it’s him. And you like everything about him. You close your eyes since you don’t really know where to look, you just focus on doing what you never thought you’d get to do, moving your head up and down, a hand wrapped around anything you can’t fit in your mouth. Luffy’s gasps turn to moans turn to groans turn to whimpers. He’s trying so hard not to jerk up into your throat, he’s doing so well. But he’s shaking in pleasure, so you know he’s enjoying himself, you feel your own arousal build in time with his, everything in sync, you feel his heartbeat in the veins on your tongue.

Your saliva builds around him, he feels warmth like he never has, softness, a massage of a tongue, it feels like a kiss but on his nervous system, or his heart. Somewhere unimaginably sensitive. He watches you intently with hooded eyes as he feels his world shrink and build towards a point of full connection. Tension grows in his stomach. He wants to say something but he doesn’t really know how to explain what’s going on, just that something is about to happen.

You know at least a little, how his cock is a burning fire on your tongue, picking up in heartbeat, shuddering from his body growing more and more and he can’t resist anymore, digging his hand into your hair.

He cums into your mouth, down your throat, with a sudden and inescapable force. You choke, but you swallow, pulling away to cough after a moment.

“Sorry…” he murmurs, dazed.

“It’s ok.” You smile up at him, wiping your mouth, letting him admire you as his high fades. You lean up to kiss him and he flinches at his own taste on your lips. But he kisses back, hard.

“I liked that. Can I do that to you?” His eyes are curious, bright, full of genuine desire to make you feel what he just did. You take his hand as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Y- yeah…” You lay back down. You face away from him. You look up and nerves shoot through your body as he admires you, reaching for your pants as you did to him. He’s confident. He grabs your belt line and digs his fingers into the soft flesh down there, making you squirm and whimper. His eyes are soaking in every part of you, flicking from your face to your body to his hands. He pulls down your pants, exposing soft lace panties, a murmur stuck in his throat. His lips are trembling.

“Woww. Can I take these off, [name]?” He’s grinning widely as his thumb snaps mindlessly at the line of fabric over your hip.

“I’d like that…” You turn your eyes to the sky as it feels freer than here. A breeze comes from the ocean and hits new skin just as Luffy pulls your panties off, you shiver and he immediately returns his fingers to the flesh on your hips. But now his breath has gone labored again. He pinches you to try to get you to look at him and when you do, you see his eyes are brighter than the stars behind him, amazed and excited over you in a way you’d never seen from any man before.

“You’re real pretty,” he says softly. His hands are moving in circles now, all around your thighs, he’s smiling and it’s infectious, even though you’re still gripped by nerves. You smile. You thank him.

You tell him, “So are you.”

And as you pet his hair his eyes return to your legs, your inner thighs, your bare pussy. He is captivated by the way it shines, he doesn’t quite know what he’s seeing but he wants to do what you just did to him so he leans in and gives you a kiss on your clit, making your eyes squeeze shut and your body flicker like lightning. His warm breath cools you. He gasps after that tiny taste and immediately returns his lips to the sweetness he found there. His tongue presses against the silky folds it finds and he moans and speaks indistinctly against you there, saying something about how good this tastes. You’re staring up at the gray night sky again, you’re overwhelmed with emotion and sensation from every direction but his arms clamp around your thighs to spread you open and hold you in place. That’s grounding. You’re being held.

He is in awe of the abundance he’s found as his lips press past a juicy shell and he sinks his teeth into something so tender, like the inside of a fruit, you have just enough time to tell him, “No biting!” but he bites anyway. His high from earlier mixed with the smell and the taste and the feel of you have set him alight and he wants more, more, more.

He makes no attempt to hide noise or motion as he eats you out, gnawing on the softness now in reach of him, you’re like satin on each other, his tongue greedy and ceaseless, your walls eager and melting. He gets up onto his knees, dragging your thighs over his shoulders, face buried between your legs as he devours messily with no coordination but with so much care. You hear the sounds of swallowing, of true, real enjoyment, he tries to talk to you again but he’s muffled and he’s talking into you now which sends vibrations shooting through your body. You melt against his mouth. You reach up to give his head an encouraging pet, he’s exploring, his tongue is tracing roughly through your pussy to each corner, another bite on the clit, another swipe through each fold. He finds your slit, the hole into you, he moves his tongue in a slow circle in simple curiosity before diving in with a smile, making you moan as his tongue slithers inside your body. It’s an overwhelming explosion of sensation, maybe his rubbery tongue is stretching out inside of you or maybe it’s just crazy that this is happening at all and you’ve never felt something like this.

“Yeah, you’re doing good, Luffy! You’re doing… so good…” you gasp because he probably likes hearing stuff like that.

He tightens his hold and then — where did he learn this? He’s sticking two fingers inside you, pumping in rhythm with the laps from his tongue, you feel and hear the wetness build as he murmurs praise and you let yourself get lost here. It’s so much, it’s so everywhere.

It takes awhile but Luffy doesn’t slow down, in a burst of shooting stars and white light and you feel your body spasm and you orgasm into his mouth, he makes a surprised sound but is overjoyed to be able to taste more of you, and he doesn’t set you down or move away from the glistening, swollen skin until you’re clean, clean from his mouth, his endless appetite. You’ve never felt anything like that. You didn’t know that was possible, even, for it to feel that good, that loving.

Luffy sets you down and then with no time for breath he scoops you into his arms and places you on his lap, his hug firm and protective. “Was that good? Did you like it?”

“God, I liked it so much, Luffy. It was perfect. You’re so good at that. How’re you so good at that?” You whisper into his ear, rubbing appreciative circles on his upper back, your body spent.

“I’m good at it? I just did what I thought would work… and it made you happy!” He says with a smile, face pressed against your cheek.

You sit like that for a long time. The night is freezing but there’s nowhere else you need to be than in his arms.

There’s nothing but wind and breath in the air, a quiet, foggy night, a gray moon, faded stars, a sky made from India ink. Your bare skin prickles from the cold. Luffy presses his face against yours in a kind of love you’ve never felt before in your life. You wonder what it will be like now, if you’ll be a couple after this, or just go on like this forever without closer inspection, if things will feel different or strangely the same. But none of that matters in this moment, right?

Eventually, Luffy pulls away and looks at you. “Wanna go hang out in my bed? It’s really cold.”

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nicklesbam · 6 months

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“YES!!” I shouted, standing from my chair immediately. I got accepted into Godolkin University. It’s been a dream of mine for a while now

“What?” My older sister came rushing in. I smiled wide at her while she looked confused

“I GOT ACCEPTED!!” She started smiling and hugged me

“I’m so proud of you!” We both celebrated together for a while

Soon it came the day for me to pack the last of my things. I was excited, nervous, maybe even a little seldom for leaving home but it was finally time. I said my goodbyes to my sister and started my way to Godolkin university

I got into the school for my teleportation powers, a video went viral a few days ago of me stopping a robber while at the bank. I try to stay off social media but I still know about things that are trending

I stepped out of my cab and was standing in front of my dream school. I couldn’t help but smile and looked at my map. I hate maps of schools though, they don’t really help me

Suddenly someone bumped into me and I dropped the map

“Oh I’m so sorry” I apologized quickly. I looked up at the person and it was polarity’s son

“I think I’m the one that’s supposed to be apologizing” he had a small smile and I chuckled

“Yeah I guess so. Hey do you happen to know where the dorms are? I’m a little lost” he bends down to pick up my map and hand it to me

“Yeah I can show you” he out stretches his hand to me

“I’m Andre” I accept the handshake with a smile

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” on the way to the dorms he asks me questions about myself and I return the favor

“So you have any siblings?” He asks another question but I don’t mind

“Yes, I have an older sister. She was honestly my rock throughout everything. She was so happy when I told her I got into this school” Andre nodded listening to me instead of dozing off during my little rambles

“That’s nice, kind of makes me wish I had a sibling” I laughed and he looked at me quizzically

“Trust me it has its ups and downs. We fought a lot as little kids, she would pull my hair and I would teleport her to the zoo” he laughed a little surprised

“You could teleport? And you took her to the zoo?” He questioned in a little disbelief. I laughed at the memory

“It was the only thing I could think of, she hated the lizards!” We laughed even harder and I couldn’t help but think of how much I’m going to miss her

“But no matter how hard we fought she would always be there for me” I smiled warmly. We talk a little more and we finally show up at the dorms

“Thank you for helping me find the dorms and for some nice conversation. I hope I get to see you around” I smile at him. He seems like a nice person, very open to new people

“Well me and a few friends are going out tonight, wanna come with?” I thought about it for a second. He is my first friend here but I’ll need more than one friend at a university this big. I made a decision

“Sure” he tells me when and where to meet them and I go to find my room number. Number 403 popped up soon enough and I walk in to see my dorm with one bed. I looked at it confused and worried that there might have been a mix up

I set my things down and look around. There’s nothing that suspects another person has been in here, just one bed and empty shelves. I leave my things in a corner of the room and go to find an office but before I do, I bump into a girl in the hallway

She has short blonde hair and bright brown almost hazel eyes

“Oh I’m so sorry” I apologized immediately. What is it with the me and bumping into people lately. She smiles at me

“No, no it’s totally ok. Hey you’re the girl moving into room 403 right?” Her voice is sweet and excited. I nodded

“My name is y/n, hey do you know why I only have one bed?” She looked confused as well and walked to my doorway to see

“Maybe they just didn’t have a roommate for you, happens sometimes because ya know it’s a famous school and all that” and shrugged her shoulders, “maybe you should go down to the office to see” I nodded

“Can you uh do me a favor and point me in the direction of the office please? I’m not good with maps” she smiled and laughed a little

“Yeah of course” she gave me directions that I followed to a T and suddenly I’m in front of a large building. I walk down a large hallway and look at everything I’m passing by and I can’t help but be amazed at everything I’m seeing

I finally see someone and walk up to them a little nervously. They have headphones in at the moment but once I walk up to them they take the headphones out

“Hi uhm is this where I talk to someone about my dorm because I only have one bed and I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have a roommate or-“ I was cut off from my rambling

“This is professor brinks office for criminology, not a place for you to ask about your dorm room” they blatantly spoke. I felt so embarrassed and my face started to turn a little pink

“Oh I’m so sorry, I’m new here and got the wrong directions and I’m sorry again. I hope you have a good day” I was about to walk away when h to eh shouted a name

“Jordan, my name is Jordan” I turned back and gave a small smile

“My name is y/n, I would say it’s nice to meet you but I’m just embarrassed right now” they smiled and I couldn’t help but think their smile is beautiful

“Don’t be, it happens a lot of the time with freshman” they continue, “and I wouldn’t worry about the dorm situation, they sometimes give people their own room. Cherish it you might get a roommate next year” I laugh a little

“Thank you and again, I’m sorry for wasting your time” they just smile and I turn to walk back to my dorm

any feedback would be good, this is just a snippet of the story so far

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Not gonna lie if I were the reader after they got replaced by YouTwo I would be a neurotic mess lmao. I already mental issues but I can't imagine going through their trauma on top of everything. I would definitely be scratching myself again out of sheer stress and anxiety about whether or not everybody will replace me again. My arms would look horrible. Oh boy imagine everybody's reaction to realizing they've messed up this badly and absolutely ruined the reader

Other people: fun ways we can write! Coffee shop au! Red string of fate! Hanahaki! Enemies to lovers!

me: what if I sat and tried to seriously and realistically contemplate the ramifications of a severely traumatic experience and the following neurotic habits that arise from the spiral down

Reader gets back to Spider Society, either glitching back in or "being rescued" whatever, and, you're just doing shit like digging food out of the trash "you'd never guess what kinds of perfectly good stuff people throw away, and it saves time to not have to wait for anything to be prepped! Never know when you'll vanish in the middle of a meal or that one serial killer will pop out at you again!! Ahaha!

Someone comes to check on you and you deadass have a fucking, tripwire web trap all around you, you're not even sleeping in a bed you're in your own webbing (because we rock organic webbing here because it fucks) so the second anything like, opens the door of your apartment or comes near you, you're instantly aware. Peter B comes in "heeeey, just wanna check in, make sure you're doing ok--" and there's fucking web wires rattling cans as he opens the front door and suddenly you're wide awake with an actual fucking knife or some kind of equally brutal survivalist weapon and it takes you a few seconds to fully snap out of it and let him calm you down and he has to tell Miguel You Are In Fact Not Doing Ok

You've got real "scaring all your loved ones and everyone around you" energy during those times you're just like going through some manic shit, opening your mouth and going on a sudden 'epiphany' like "i know what would help!! I'm gonna start cutting my face in really visible prominent places and that way you guys will know by the scar who I am :) and when it heals I'll cut myself again :) and again :) maybe I should just cut off a finger, how many of me do you think are missing fingers? Or maybe I could give myself a cool scar!!" And it's just like. What the fuck do they even say to that. A lot of them just genuinely could cry over this, seeing what this did to you. You sound genuinely cheerful at the realization and give no mind to how casually you just suggested self harm out of paranoia and self preservation.

You're just having like hard-core eating disorder issues going from overeating to undereating, binging because you're suffer9ng trauma from starving and then starving yourself "no its fasting, I'm FASTING to save food and money and resources, ok, I can only fit so much in my backpack and--"

You have this backpack from your multiversal glitching travels and keeping it with you basically 24/7 even when you go to the bathroom becomes a comfort habit, because, "never know when your camp has been found by the runners and you've gotta make a break for it" or some other cryptic memory you babble at them like you're discussing coffee when it could be one of the most vile horrifying things they've ever heard

I think the most interesting but tricky thing I've thought of is, what if Reader's trauma-humor coping mechanism gets dialed up to 11 and you can basically never turn it off because, your brain is protecting yourself. It's like you're Doing A Bit but literally all the time like some traumatized method actor and you're just, they're never sure if you're actually telling the truth or actually recounting things you experienced after a while

"Oh man the last time I ate a meal this big was when I finally stopped glitching and I had to break into someone's house and rob them for food! Just call me Santa Claus! But this Earth had suffered a nuclear fallout so all they had was like, DRY CRACKERS and, a lotta canned stuff, icky, and, I was in the middle of trying to pry a tin of lil cocktail weenies open with my teeth when the irradiated house centipedes smelled my blood, just imagine like a normal centipede but, like, the size of a Shetland pony, hey, friendship really IS magic right, and me and these centipedes got SO close, so anyways they smelled my blood, right, and it made them hungry, and--" and here you got like The Entire Squad speechless, Hobies just over here like "fuck, I don't even know what to say to that, you want some ketamine bruv" and yall just hit em with "nah last time I tried ketamine I had a fever dream of being replaced by an evil clone and I was shunned by all my close friends who i thought of like family. Oh wait, that was you guys! That's awkward!"

#yandere spiderverse #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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emotionally-cuckolded · 1 year

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“OK. Here’s what happened.

We’d only been sitting at our table for about ten minutes -- but we’d already had one drink and we were starting in on another -- so on an empty stomach, we were both feeling a bit tipsy. And then our waiter came over with another drink for me -- and said it was sent from a man sitting at the bar across the room.

That was a surprise, to say the least. The waiter pointed out the man who had sent the drink, and then said that the man had asked the waiter to ask me if I would join him at the bar. I laughed, and so did my hubby -- although I could see he was also a bit unsure of how to react. Here he was -- sitting with me -- and another man was asking me to join him at the bar. I thought my hubby might even get up and give the man a piece of his mind -- making it clear in no uncertain terms that I was his wife and he would not stand for another man flirting so openly with me. But instead, my hubby just looked uncomfortable about what had happened.

I asked the waiter to tell the man “thank you” and that I was flattered, but to also tell the man that I couldn’t possibly join him because I was married. The next couple of minutes were sort of awkward as my husband and I worked on our second drinks while hardly talking, in part because I kept trying to steal glances over at the man at the bar. The thing is ... he was VERY good looking. And very well dressed.

A few minutes later, the waiter returned, and he said that the man had now asked him to tell me that the man could see that I was married, but that didin’t matter to him and he thought I was very pretty and very sexy, and he still would like me to join him at the bar. The waiter also said that the man said to tell me that that my husband looked like he was probably a beta who wouldn’t do anything to stop me from going over to the bar.

I wasn’t sure what to say at that point. But I admit I was REALLY feeling flattered and ... quite tempted. Maybe if I hadn’t had two drinks already nothing would have happened, but I HAD had two drinks, and so -- now that I was ready to start on the drink that the man had sent over -- I picked up the glass and turned and looked at him and smiled and mouthed “thank you”. The man smiled back, and crooked his finger to beckon me to the bar.

I then surprised my hubby -- and myself -- by asking my hubby how he would feel if I went to the bar to chat with the man? My question got my hubby all flustered, and he got a weird kind of look on his face and asked me if that was what I wanted to do? Well -- I had expected him to say it would make him angry or something like that -- that he would make it clear there was no way I was going to do that. So I answered my hubby honestly by saying ... yes ... I was thinking I’d like to at least thank the man for the drink.

So, while my poor hubby sat at our table alone, I took the drink and walked over to the bar. The man greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek, then I sat down with him and we started to chat. He was -- really fun to talk with. Smart. Funny. And very complimentary. And I guess the minutes began to pass, until finally my husband came over to find out what was going on -- why I hadn’t simply thanked the man and then returned to be with my husband.

Keep in mind -- by then I’d had three drinks AND I was having a wonderful time talking with this incredibly handsome and sexy man. So when my hubby came over and asked if I was ready to go back to the table with him, I somewhat angrily told him no -- that I wanted to spend more time with the man who had bought me the drink -- and then I basically told my hubby that I thought he should just leave and go on home by himself!

When he heard that, my hubby got such a defeated look on his face -- it was a look like nothing I’d ever seen on his face before. And then the man said to my husband that he thought my hubby should do exactly what I’d told him to do. For a moment I thought my hubby might actually cry, but then, with his head down, he submissively did as I’d told him to do.

Well -- suffice it to say that I ended up going with the man up to his hotel room, and we had sex three times -- twice at night, and then again in the morning just before he drove me home.

When I walked in the house, I could see that my hubby was really upset -- but I’d had such a wonderful time I was in no mood to hear anything negative from him, so when he asked me, in a hurt but a bit angry voice where I had been, I told him the truth. I told him he was now a cuckold, and that the sex had been incredible, and that the man had asked me to return that evening to have dinner with him and then to spend the night with him again -- and that I’d said I would! And then I went up to the bedroom for a shower and a nap, before making my emasculated hubby drive me back to the hotel for my dinner and sex date that night.

Anyway -- so THAT is what happened on my anniversary. “

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nyxronomicon · 2 months

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Nyx, my beloved - I am here to share some more thots regarding assassin choso x reader. (ps. I love, love, love a black turtleneck on a man so let's go with that and also, I pictured the yakuza boss being sukuna too!!)

choso starts second guessing if he should continue his work with sukuna. the man is one of the most violent, deranged criminal lords in the country but choso has been nothing but loyal towards him. he's been in this game since he was nineteen years old, trading his life into protect his younger brother, itadori, who ran with the wrong crowd.

itadori's mistake costed choso his freedom. all he's ever done is sacrifice but if it meant protecting his loved ones then he had no qualms. but now, with you in the picture, he can't but think if this life makes sense to him anymore.

I picture him standing in sukuna's office, his mind wandering to other places. maybe he can just work as a waiter, or bartender until he can figure out what kind of career he can build. he'll take any honest work at this point, as long as it means coming home to you with no shadows following behind.

the two of you can simply build a life together. maybe even have some kids. his throat tightens. he would love to see you as a mom. he saw you interacting with your friend's toddler recently and it nearly drove him wild. but it's not something you've both discussed yet and he won't push anything that you don't want either - but the possibility makes his heart flutter.

just wondering how a life with you can foster and grow.

he loses himself for a moment while speaking to sukuna, and his boss notices.

"choso" the man sternly calls out, snapping his attention back into place. "something on your mind?"

choso shakes his head, "no, sir.."

sukuna furrows his brows, his index finger tapping lightly against the surface of his wooden desk. "you've been distracted as of late. you know I don't like repeating myself."

choso straightens his back, two hands slipping into the pockets of his charcoal slacks. "I apologize," he expresses regretfully, "it won't happen again."

but he can't stop thinking of you even after sukuna repeats his assignment. can't stop picturing you in a white dress at the alter as he steps out of his office. can't stop thinking about how your honeymoon would be as he hops on his motorcycle to track his next target.

all the while sukuna sits at his desk, moves to open one of the drawers before sifting through the cabinet. he pulls out a file, flips through the stack of documents and photographs. he pulls out one where you're sitting right across from choso, the two of you at a coffee shop. his arm is draped over your shoulder, your cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder.

there are only a handful of people who sukuna trusts, and choso is one of them. he didn't join sukuna's gang on his own accord, but he turned out to be an exceptional asset. the king of the underworld narrows his eyes at the sight of your pretty face.

he can't have anyone coming in between his deadliest weapon. your lover is bound to sukuna for life, and he won't let choso go that easily.

FIRST OF ALL WHAT A BLESSING IN MY INBOX ugh i love him i love him I LOVE HIMMMM

also cannot forget that i love YOU too bb <3 <3 ok more under the cut heh...

!! dark content ahead !!

was i picturing toji as the kidnapper that disappears? no not at all why would i do that i would never....

cw: murder (you literally watch choso kill some guys lol), reader is kidnapped, BLOOD, reader wears a skirt, mentions of rough handling

Your struggle against your restraints as you come to. You're not dead, that's good. In fact, you don't feel any serious pain, maybe some bruising from rough handling but nothing major. You take in a deep breath. The air is cold, a little musty. You're blindfolded, sat in some cheap metal chair.

"Awake, sweetheart?" A man's voice bounced off the walls in the room. It was clearly empty. "You'll want to see this." The blindfold fell from your eyes but the man had disappeared just as quickly. You couldn't catch a glance at him, but you were sure this was the man that kidnapped you last night. Was it last night? How long have you been out?

"Hey, wait!" You shouted. "Let me go!" You struggled more, now able to see, though the only lights were spilling in from the hallway. Other than the chair, there was a little table. Your kidnapper had carelessly left the door open, and you saw a few men who looked like yakuza milling around in the other room.

Fuck. Yakuza? This shit doesn't happen to normal people. You struggled against your restraints again before seeing one of the men collapse with a hole in his skull. Shot with a silenced gun. Standing right behind where the man once stood was unmistakable. His twin pigtails and that tattoo across the bridge of his nose... it was Choso.

You watched as the other guys attacked him, and just like a trained assassin, he dodged and counter-attacked both men simultaneously. He now wielded twin daggers, the same kind yakuza are known to keep. In just a couple of minutes, the two men were gasping for air as their lungs filled with blood.

Was that your boyfriend? You couldn't even imagine him doing something like this before seeing it with your own eyes. He was too sweet and kind. He'd never hurt a fly. This had to be someone else. And this someone else just brutally murdered three men like it was child's play.

The stranger looked through the open door, seeing your eyes wide and filled with fear. He started to rush towards you and half of you wanted to scream, but something inside you held it back. The very small piece of you that knew this was Choso, despite your adamant denial.

"Babe, fuck, I didn't mean for this to happen." As he entered the room, it was undeniable. It really was Choso. Or some cruel, sick joke from the universe.

"Choso?" You could feel the tears forming.

Without answering, he pressed his lips to yours, the feel of his mouth, the passion. He was warm and comfortable. He was home. Tears sfell from your cheeks, but it was from relief knowing it was him.

"Let me get you outta here, ok, love?" He looked into your eyes, worry set deep in his features before he moved behind the chair to untie you.

"Did... did you kill them?" You asked, letting your limbs drop as the rope fell to the floor.

Choso was silent. He stopped moving, he even stopped breathing. This was his fear. You'd find out about him and then...

"Yeah." He ripped off the band-aid. "I needed to protect you. Sorry, this was all my fault." You could reject him, you could leave him, but he'd die before letting you rot in this place.

"Your fault?" You turned to look at him, massaging the dents left behind from where the rope dug into your skin. He was covered in blood, but it was still him. Even if it was his fault, he risked his life to rescue you.

"I..." Choso was still frozen, adrenaline pumping. He needed to save you first, that was all he could think. "Let's talk later. Please. We gotta get out of here. Can you run?"

Choso helped you to your feet. You felt a little wobbly, but you could manage. "I think so."

He frowned. He hated seeing you in this state. He hated the thought of another man grabbing you. Your short skirt showed off the bruises on your thighs from getting manhandled. Bruises in places only he should get access to. He could kill everyone on this building for even considering laying a hand on you. He needed to find the kidnapper and slaughter him senseless. It's what he deserved.

"It's ok, Cho." You touched his cheek, pulling him out of his vengeful thoughts. "I'm ok."

He didn't think twice before pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you even deeper as you tasted someone else's blood on his lips. Had he not been holding you so tightly against him, you might have fallen over from the force.

"Fuck," he whispered, worry still decorating his features as he pulled away. "I'm so sorry. C'mon." He grabbed your wrist, thinking about you in that white dress with your beautiful smile for the hundredth time. But this time, he was determined to make that vision a reality.

#choso x reader #jjk choso #choso kamo #me running away with choso..... sigh i love him i love this au bb you are so big brain for this #spinoff fic where toji kidnaps you?? don't look at me #i briefly considered having itadori do the kidnapping but that is too obviously sukuna's doing lmao #i like to think of toji as a freelance assassin. he's better than choso but does not honor alliances. he's loyal to the fattest wallet lol #x reader #anyway. the ending of the fic is reader and choso fuck nasty fueled by adrenaline and then he proposes bc of course he does #and sukuna gets what he wants (reader under the protection of the family so cho can keep killing for him lol)

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rhoorl · 9 months

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Working Title - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 6.2k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 5 on AO3

Chapter Summary: It’s time for the party! We meet a couple more side characters. Plus, more best friend vibes happening with Belle and Indy. Toward the end we go through a more rapid fire of alternating POVs, I hope it translates the way I pictured it in my head!!

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing and allusions to smut.

Indy could tell you were starting to get in your head about the party and knew just how to get you to loosen up.

“Ok, pick a playlist,” she calls over to you as she tosses her phone.

“Jeez, you know I can’t catch for shit,” you say as you barely grasp her phone in your hands, looking through her Spotify to find what to listen to.

“You thinking champagne or a mixed drink?” she asks over her shoulder as she saunters into the kitchen.

“Isn’t it a little early?” you ask and before she can retort you follow it up with, “And don’t say it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, for the love,” you chuckle.

“We aren’t going to pregame hard, B, just a little something to sip on while we get ready!”

It had been a while since you both had gotten ready together to go to a party. When you lived in New York you’d spent many a night crowding into your tiny bathroom fighting for mirror space as you got ready to head to a club or bar. You’d sing and dance to whatever mix CD Indy had burned. Sometimes it still makes you gag to think you both used to rip cheap vodka shots straight without chasers.

Although the location is different, the energy is still the same with you two – giggling, reminiscing about old times, and sipping on the champagne Indy popped open.

She’s been on her phone off and on texting, smiling at herself when she didn’t think you were looking. At one point you both decide to Facetime Rhys.

“Hey! How are you two doing?” he picks up on the second ring, sitting on his couch presumably watching a hockey game or whatever other sport was on TV.

“Hi Rhys!” you wave. “Thank you soooo much for upgrading my flight, that was clutch!”

“Yea and this fucking room?! Rhys, you’ve outdone yourself!” Indy chimed in.

“Ha, well I’m glad you both like it, you deserve it, both of you.”.

“Oh Rhys, you’ll never guess what happened this morning!”

“Shh, stop it he doesn’t want or need to know about that,” you chide her.

“Know about what?” he smirked.

“So I walk outside to the balcony this morning, which is huge by the way,” she says as she puts down the phone against the mirror and keeps putting on her eyeliner. “I was looking for Indy so we could have our coffee together and I walk out there and see her staring at the balcony next to us where freaking Dieter was standing – without a shirt on! Her mouth was practically on the floor drooling over him.”

“Oh my gosh Ind, my mouth wasn’t on the floor,” you roll your eyes. “Rhys, I was behaving myself.”

“Oh, you were behaving yourself when you moaned about how good a fucking cookie tasted?” she laughed.

“Wait, what?”

“Ugh, never mind Rhys. It was nothing.”

Rhys starts to smile, laughing when he says “So I guess you met your neighbor then, huh?”

“It was so funny Rhys, she was so flustered it was so cute!”

You kind of paused for a bit at his reaction. He was trying to act surprised, but he was a terrible liar. What is he up to?

By this point, he and Indy had moved on to another topic you barely even heard, still lost in thought.

“I should be there in about a week or so. I haven’t booked my flight yet, but I’m excited to visit my two favorite girls!”

“We can’t wait to see you!”

“Yea both owe you a big hug,” Indy added.

“Ok ladies, have fun tonight, but not too much fun,” he winked.

Indy hangs up her phone and you both finish the last touches to your makeup. You offered to do it for Indy, but she refused. She had watched you so much over the years, studying your techniques, and eventually picked up a few basic things. And honestly, with her, it didn’t take much to still look stunning.

Putting on one last spritz of hairspray, you give yourself a final look before heading to your room to get dressed. You slip out of your t-shirt and shorts and walk over to grab a bra out of the dresser. As you open the drawer to look in, your mind wanders to Dieter. You were nervous to see him. Presumably, tonight was going to be the closest you’ve both been to each other physically. The first time you were separated by a couch and this morning you were separated by the balconies.

Indy’s voice is coming through loud and clear in your head, if you want to feel confident wear something that makes you feel good. Spurned by that thought and the champagne, you rummage through the drawer and decide on the black bra that makes your boobs look amazing. You also decide to change into a skimpier pair of underwear figuring if you felt sexy, it may help you feel flirty.

You head over to your shoes and slip on a pair of sandals. Your finishing touches were your watch, a bracelet Indy got you for a birthday, and a pair of diamond earrings. Grabbing your purse, you head out to the living room where Indy is texting and smiling at her phone.

She sees you and starts to whistle, “Ok sexy mama! I see you!”

“Oh my god, Ind,” you laugh.

“Alright, ready to do this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Oh c’mon, you’re getting good at going to these!”

You’ve been accompanying Indy to these types of parties for more than a decade now. They’ve run the gamut from boring to wild – the stories you both could share! By all accounts, tonight is going to be pretty chill; some of the cast and crew traveled with their families and were bringing them over. The only part that always made you nervous was when inevitably you and Indy would get separated. At least this time around, you will have some friendly faces in the crowd.

Indy shoots another quick text, smirking at her phone.

“Ok, let’s do this!”

Dieter had spent the afternoon looking over scripts and chatting with the writers. He was a TV and film nerd and loved the process of making the art. Lizzie always told him he should write or direct something of his own, but he had never followed through despite the countless notes of ideas on his phone.

He’s lost in a daydream, thinking of the morning and what he should have said, or wanted to say when his PA Danny walks in. In his early years, Dieter went through PAs like nothing. Over time he realized they only ever wanted the drugs he could score, or to fuck him. And, frankly, he saw them the same way too for a while.

Danny had been with him for the past couple of years. He was young and a hard worker, no job or task was too small for him. Dieter liked his work ethic and respected his hustle, so he looked out for Danny. When Dieter wasn’t working, he would make sure to find Danny a gig with a fellow actor friend. They’d grown to have a bit of a brotherly relationship.

Danny sits down across the table from Dieter, unwrapping a package and pulling something out.

I know that packaging.

“Danny, what is that?” he pointed at Danny’s mouth as he was mid-bite.

“It’s…uh…a cookie,” he mumbled out with his mouth full. After he chewed and shallowed he added, “Did you get one in your welcome basket? They’re so fucking good and it’s from a local company too. Want one?” he offered Dieter the other one.

“Uh. Yea. I mean. No, I don’t want one, knock yourself out. Wait, did you say they were a local company?”

“Yea,” he continued to chew. “I’ve been talking with the other PAs, apparently they make them here on the island and there’s like a fuck ton of other flavors. It’s been like Pokemon trading cookies with everyone today,” he laughed.

“Dan - how close is this place?”

“Uh, I don’t know, let me look,” wiping his mouth and grabbing his phone. Once he pulled it up he turned the phone to Dieter, “Looks like it’s 20 minutes away!”

Looking down at his watch, Dieter does some quick math. “Danny, you up for a little adventure?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Ok, phone, wallet, room key. Check, check, and check! Let’s go do this!” Indy said, slapping you on the ass as she walked by you and opens the door.

“Hey, ouch!”

As you close the door behind you, you hear her yell “Hold the elevator please!” Your heart skips a beat at who could be waiting for you in the elevator.

You look down the hallway and see an arm pop through the closing elevator doors, stopping them and opening them back up. As the elevator doors open back up, you hear a deep voice call out, “Indy?”

“Hey Sam!” she gushes as she hustles over to the elevator.

You exhale but also have a tinge of disappointment come over you. You hurry so you don’t keep them waiting, glancing over to the door to Dieter’s room as you walk by. I wonder where he is.

“Oh my gosh, Sam you haven’t met Belle yet!” Indy said as she ushered you into the elevator. You could see why Indy was into Sam. He was tall, fit, with a great smile, and he had the most piercing blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you! Indy has been talking about you non-stop,” he laughs and goes in for a hug, which you reciprocate. Wrapping your arms around his back you add another reason to the “why Indy is obsessed with Sam” list – the guy was made of pure muscle. “She said you were beautiful, but you’re even more stunning in person,” he says in his low, Southern drawl.

Okay. I can see why she’s all googly-eyed now. This guy is a charmer. Normally this shit would be a red flag, but he seems sweet.

“It’s nice to meet you too Sam. You’re even more handsome than she described,” you winked at him. For as awkward as you could be, there was something about playing a wing woman to Indy that made you a little bolder.

Looking over at Indy she is beaming. She sidles over to Sam and you look down to your phone to give them a little privacy. You stop on a floor to let a few people in when you hear him whisper in her ear, “You look absolutely stunning, baby.”

They were practically eye fucking each other the whole ride down, which made you wonder how far Indy had gone with him.

You make it down to the first floor and the elevator empties into the lobby. Ari is getting out of another elevator and you wave to her so she can join headed to the front of the resort. Along the way, Ari tells you that Mitch organized a few shuttles to help get people to and from the party.

Getting to the entrance, you see a full shuttle leaving as an empty one pulled up. Sam let you and Ari go ahead before letting Indy board ahead of him. Ari takes a window seat and you scoot in next to her, Indy taking the window seat in the row behind you, Sam following closely behind.

Sitting at the front of the shuttle, you are practically the unofficial greeter, saying hi or at least smiling to everyone who boards. You look to the outside of the shuttle where a line was forming, looking for that distinct mop of fluffy hair above the crowd. He said he was going to be there, maybe he already left. Or, he’s not into this kind of stuff and is going as late as possible to still make an appearance. You battle back and forth with yourself and suddenly realize the shuttle closed its doors and is starting to move.

Behind you, you could hear Indy giggling as Sam whispers to her. Oh, they’re fucking. Making a mental note to ask her long that’s been going on. You smile to yourself, happy that Indy seems to be head over heels for the guy, but a little concerned seeing as filming hasn’t even started yet – what if something happens? That would be awkward.

Ari makes small talk with you on the way to the party and before you know it, the shuttle is coming to a stop.

“Holy shit, this place is nice,” Ari says under her breath.

“Seriously. I’m totally going to get lost,” you chuckle.

You all file out of the shuttle and are greeted by servers with glasses of champagne. Add another glass to my tally. You follow the crowd up the stairs and across the threshold of the house which opens up into an open-air living room overlooking a huge backyard with a fantastic pool.

“Wow, this is nice,” you hear Indy come up next to you.

“Seriously. So … who is Mitch?”

Looking around, Indy spots him. “Hey Mitch!” she yells, waving at a man standing by the bar in the backyard. She grabs your hand and ushers you over to him, Ari and Sam trailing behind.

“Indy, great to see you,” the man says going in for a hug.

“Thanks so much for having us, it’s so fun that we get to start off the shoot this way!” Oh, she’s on her schmooze game. “Oh, I need to introduce you to one of the most talented hair and makeup artists I know, and she’s my best friend,” she beamed motioning over to you.

You introduce yourself and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, thanks for having us!”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, glad you’re joining the crew. I hope you all have fun tonight, make yourselves at home. If you want to get in the pool go ahead, we have towels. There’s a bar and food,” he motions over to the bar and the full buffet set up. “Otherwise, just have fun!”

“Thank you!” you all chime in.

“Indy, Sam, could I steal you both?” he asks as he guides them to another group of people standing around a high-top table. They look a bit more dressed up than everyone else. They must be from the studio.

Poor Indy, these types of events seemed so exhausting. She had to be “on” for most of the party trying to make sure she talked with the right people and said the right things.

You take a second to scan around the party. Another shuttle of people had been dropped off by this point. Hmm, I don’t see him. You tried to not let your disappointment show. Besides, it’s not like even if he was here he’d talk to you. Look at Indy, she’s going to be busy all night, so he will be too.

You and Ari head over to the bar to grab a drink. A few of the other PAs were hanging out at a nearby table so she heads over there. You manage to find Meredith and some of the other stylists and grab some food and talk. She gets you all to play two truths and a lie as an icebreaker to get to know everyone. You all end up laughing to the point of tears at how ridiculous some of the lies were. After a while, some of the group decides it’s time for a cigarette so they get up to leave.

With the sun starting to set, you take it as a good opportunity to sneak away and try and take some photos of the spectacular sunset. And also recharge your social battery. You liked being around people, but you didn’t get energy from it like Indy did.

As walk around, you hope to catch a glimpse of Dieter. While you didn’t see him, you did see Indy. She was in the pool leaning against the side, talking to Sam who was sitting on a nearby lounger. You gave her a wave and as discreet of a thumbs up as you could as you weaved your way through the crowd.

Exploring the backyard, you head down a path and find a little secluded spot with a perfect view of the ocean. You see a little bench right next to a small pond with some beautiful koi fish swimming along. Sitting down, you take out your phone and start snapping photos and taking some videos to post on your Instagram stories. You lost track of time and almost didn’t hear the rustling and footsteps behind you. Turning around, you see that Dieter is coming your way down the path.

He sees you and gives a lopsided grin, one of his dimples peeking through.

“Hey! I was looking for you,” he waves with his left hand, rubbing the back of his neck with his right as he approaches. “Mind if I join you?” he motions towards the bench.

Looking for me? Ok, breathe. Remember to breathe. Shit, he looks good.

He was wearing light gray chino shorts, a plain, black t-shirt, and sneakers. You couldn’t help but linger over how tight the sleeves of his shirt were over his biceps. His hair was a bit more tamed than it was this morning, but it still had gorgeous curls and waves.

“Oh, h-hi Um, yea be my guest,” you bow towards the seat. Why are you bowing, that’s lame. “How long have you been at the party?”

“I, uh- I just got here, a little while ago. I had to take care of something and then Danny drove us over.”

“Danny?”

“Oh, uh, my PA. Good kid,” he smiles. “Um. Y-you look beautiful,” he whispered as he looked down at his hands.

Wait, he’s nervous too, right? Holy fucking shit, just remember to breathe. But also, girl, take advantage of this.

“You look nice too. You put on a shirt for the occasion,” you winked at him.

He laughed, “Touché, but I can’t tell if you mean that’s a good or a bad thing.”

You bite your lip and look down. Ahhhhhh.

“So, uh,” he clears his throat. “Did you have a good day today?”

“Uh, yea. Yea, it was busy but fun,” you said turning towards him. “Did you?”

He seemed to be taken aback that you asked him such a simple question and seemed to care about the response. “Y-yea. I’d say it started off pretty well,” he winked.

“Ha, yea. Although it did take me a while to actually get a hot cup of coffee,” you laughed.

“Maybe we can make up for it tomorrow morning,” he said a bit lower.

You breathing hitches.

“I- uh. I mean from each of our balconies. Not from the same one. Unless. Uh- shit, sorry” he starts to ramble shaking his head as he rubs the back of his neck.

You don’t understand how this man could ever be flustered, let alone around you, but you had to admit each time it happened it was really cute.

You laugh and then softly say, almost as a whisper so he doesn’t hear, “I actually would like that.”

His face softens, “You would?” You nod. “Yea, I would too,” he smiles.

“Only one problem though,” you replied.

He furrows his brows together, “and what’s that?”

“We only had that one package of cookies in our basket, and I need something sweet with my first coffee of the day.”

“Oh that is a dilemma then isn’t it,” he laughs. Leaning further into your space he whispers “I think we can figure something out,” with a wink.

You let out a nervous laugh, biting your lip again. Holy fucking shit.

As if she knew you needed help, you suddenly hear your phone ring and look to see a call coming in from Indy. You usually kept your phone on silent, but in situations like tonight, you both kept your ringers on. It started when you used to go clubbing, that way in case one of you needed to help the other would be able to hear their phone.

“Oh, sorry, I have to get this. She would only call if it were an emergency.”

“Of course!” Dieter looks concerned, clearly hoping everything was ok with Indy.

You give him a small smile and answer, “Hey, Ind, are you ok?” furrowing your brows in concern.

“Y-yea, yea. Um, pineapples.” Over the years, you both developed a series of code words to help get each other out of bad or awkward situations. Luckily, this one was not a serious one, but she still needed your help.

You let out an exhale and smirked, “Ok, where are you?”

Dieter looks a bit confused, looking at your face to see what’s going on. “She’s ok,” you mouth to him and he nods.

“Second-floor bathroom, it’s to the left when you walk up.”

“Ok, be right there.” Hanging up the phone you turn back to him. “Sorry, I have to go find her. We’ve got a wardrobe malfunction,” you laugh.

“Oh shit, yea let’s go so you can take care of that.”

He gets up from the bench and lets you walk in front of him, lightly touching the small of your back as he leads you around the path. You’re thankful that your back is to him because you blush at his touch and also curse yourself for being so affected by something so small – a simple courteous gesture.

He keeps his hand there until you reach the party again, bringing both hands into his pockets. “Do you know where to go?”

“Yea, she said she’s on the second floor. I, uh, I’ll see you around?”

He smiles, “Definitely.”

You hate to turn away and leave, but you’re also so curious as to what situation Indy has found herself in.

BELLE: Headed upstairs

INDY: THX 🙏

As you make it to the stairs, you see Sam hurriedly making his way down. He has a sheepish look as he sees you, trying to avoid your gaze.

“Hey Sam, do you know where Indy is?”

“Uh, y-yea, she’s the second door on the left,” he glances away trying to avoid eye contact.

Confused you keep heading up the stairs, You know nothing bad happened because she used pineapples but Sam’s demeanor was a far cry from the confident swagger he had earlier. He seemed embarrassed.

You made it to the door and gave your customary three knocks so Indy knew it was you. She opens the door slightly poking just her eyes out. Confirming it was you, she opens the door the rest of the way and pulls you in. Then you see her and let out a laugh.

“Hooooly shit Ind! What the fuck happened?” pointing to the huge hickey on the left side of her neck with one hand and covering your mouth in shock with the other.

“Can you fix it?” she asks nervously as she looks in the mirror, trying to tame her mussed-up hair.

“Well, I left my special effects make-up at home. Ow!” she punches you in the arm as you laugh. “But I do have a small kit with me so we can make it work. Here sit.”

She gets up on the counter extending her head back, exposing more of her neck so you can see the full brunt of what you have to work with.

“Sooo…care to share with the class how this happened?”

She rolls her eyes, “I think you know how this happens, B.”

Pulling back and putting your arms up in surprise, “Hey! I’m the one helping you remember. I can walk out and leave you to work the room with that gigantic mark on your neck,” you tease.

She lowers her chin looking at you with a smirk, “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” She lifts her chin again as you start to mix some of the concealers.

Knowing you weren’t going to drop it, she finally caved, “So, Sam and I came in here.”

“No! I’m shocked!” you say sarcastically as she gives you another stern look. “Ok, ok I’m sorry!”

“We were fooling around and next thing I know I glance in the mirror and see this,” motioning to her neck, “and I freaked out. It's too big to cover up with just my hair. So, that’s when I called you. Sam was still here, he felt really bad. He stayed the whole time, but left when you texted.”

“The guy could barely look at me when I came up the stairs,” you chuckled, applying the makeup to the area. It wasn’t going to be a perfect cover-up job, but between Indy's long hair and your rushed handiwork, you both could leave without anyone being the wiser of her romp in the bathroom.

“So, how long have you guys been hooking up?”

“Um, it’s been … a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?! And you didn’t tell me!”

“I was going to, I swear. I just … I don’t know. He's younger, you know. I really, really like him, but I wanted you to meet him first.”

“Well, he's not that much younger," you wink. "And seems lovely and he’s clearly dicked you down well enough that you didn’t even notice him doing this on you. Seriously, Indy this is like the biggest one you’ve ever had!”

You both giggle, Indy noticeably relaxing now that she’s clued you into how involved she’s become with Sam.

As you were finishing up, she asked how you had been enjoying the party. You tell her about some of the two truths and a lie the other stylists shared.

“Oh, did Dieter ever find you?”

“Huh?”

“He was looking for you. When he got here I could see him looking around and when he saw me, he made a beeline over. He was trying to play it cool, asked where my ‘sidekick’ was,” she gave air quotes. “I saw you walk down toward the path, so I sent him that way. Did he find you? Wait, were you with him when I called?”

You nodded.

“Shiiit, I’m sorry!” she smacks her the palm of her hand to her forehead. “I feel like a jackass. You were getting some alone time and here I am messing it up!”

“It’s really fine, Ind. You actually called at a perfect time because I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going.”

“Oooo go on ….” she waggles her eyebrows.

“We were kind of starting to talk about repeating our coffee and cookie thing tomorrow morning…I think.”

Indy hops down from the counter and grabs your shoulders.

“Holy shit! So, are we talking like from his place? Or ours? If it’s ours please let me know so I can put in earplugs.”

“Indy!! Not like that,” you shake your head and look down. “Me on my balcony and he would be on his.”

Arching her eyebrow and tilting her chin down she gives you a lopsided grin. “Ok, Belle, ok. But I’m sure he was thinking it.”

“Oh stop it,” you laugh and then start to yawn. The jet lag and excitement all starting to catch up with you.

“Oh shit, you’re probably tired, huh? I keep forgetting you came from the East Coast. Wanna head back? It’s getting late anyway and we want to make sure you are well-rested for your coffee date!”

“It’s not a date, he probably won’t even show up.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand as you both head out of the bathroom. You make it downstairs and see a group starting to make their way to the shuttle so you shuffle in step with them and head back.

The shuttle ride was uneventful and you made it up to your room. Indy unlocks the door and you both file in. You start to head over to your bedroom, but stop when you see a giant box sitting on the kitchen island. You both look at each other confused as to who left something in your room. You figured it was either Rhys sending you both a surprise or maybe even Sam as an apology.

Indy skips over to the box, snatching the note to read it. She stops and looks up at you with a smile and doesn’t say anything, she just extends the note to you to read.

Turns out they have a bunch of flavors. Pick a few for tomorrow! - D

“Holy fucking shit, Belle, this is the cutest thing ever!”

Getting a gift from a man was a pretty foreign concept to you. The only gifts you had received in recent years either came from your dad, Rhys, or Indy's brother. Ryan had forgotten your last several birthdays and anniversaries.

You step around Indy to see exactly what was in the box. The company that made the cookies from this morning apparently makes several other flavors. It looks like there are about 12 different varieties in this box, but you notice a few boxes of the macadamia nut flavor, which makes you blush.

“He had to have done that earlier today! I saw him talking with Danny, his PA, and then they grabbed some car keys and left.”

You started pulling out the boxes, unsure what to even say or think.

“Umm. Earth to Belle? Dieter surprised you with a cute gift. He wants to see you tomorrow morning. Honestly, babe, if I were you I would just knock on his door and invite yourself in right now.”

“You know I’m not doing that. Besides, we don’t even know if he’s back yet.”

“I know, but could you imagine? He would absolutely flip.”

You wanted to smile, but something stopped you. You felt like there had to be a catch. There’s no way this was happening to you.

“I can’t meet him tomorrow,” shaking your head at the sheer ridiculousness of this situation.

“What?! Why?” Indy mumbled as she stuffed a cookie in her face.

“Because this is probably some big elaborate joke or something.”

“You and I both know that’s a load of bullshit you’re telling yourself. Don’t build that wall up. Stop it.”

She knew you better than anyone and knew exactly how your head was spiraling. You felt like you didn’t deserve to have someone, especially a man, do nice, sweet things for you. And if someone did, it was with a catch or out of obligation.

“I am setting my alarm and dragging your ass out of bed myself.”

“Please don’t do that. Besides we both know you will sleep through that alarm,” you smirk.

“Fine. But please promise me you’ll go outside and have coffee with him. This,” she gestures to the sampler box of cookies, “is too fucking cute. Rhys said he hasn’t heard of Dieter dating or even being interested in someone in years, so he’s probably just as nervous as you are.”

Is that true? I mean, now that I think of it I haven't read about him being linked to someone in years. Also, why are Rhys and Indy talking about Dieter's dating life?

Taking a deep breath you straighten up and look over at Indy who has opened up another box to try. “Ok, I’ll try.”

“Ooo you should text him thank you!” You give her a look. “Before you say ‘I can’t do that I don’t have his number’ yes you do!” She grabs her phone from her purse and starts to go through the contacts. “Here, I’m texting you his number.”

Her text comes through and you stare at your phone. I mean, he did get you a gift, the proper thing to do would be to acknowledge it.

Indy comes around next to you as you both lean over the kitchen island, looking at your phone. It brought you back to when you both used to sit in front of the computer, trying to compose the perfect AIM message to your crushes. You keep staring and Indy grabs the phone, “Ok I’ll just do it. ‘Dear Dieter, let’s skip the coffee and I’ll give you my cookie instead’ winky face.”

You snatch the phone from her, realizing she didn’t actually type any of that and she was fucking with you. “Oh my gosh, Indy! First of all, no. Second, the cookie pun, really? I am just going to say ‘Hey it’s Belle, thanks for the cookies, that’s sweet’. Simple and I still get a pun in,” you chuckle.

“Come onnnn. The guy got something for you, you made plans to see him tomorrow morning. Be a little flirty! Let’s speed this shit up!”

Rolling your eyes you look back at your phone and start to type with a smirk. When you were done you hand her back the phone, “This ok?”

“Do it!”

Dieter wasn’t one for parties anymore, although this one sounded like it would be pretty tame and safe. He knew he would have to make an appearance, but it definitely made it more appealing to see you and hopefully get a chance to talk.

He was relieved when he finally saw you, his breath catching. Wow, she’s beautiful. He thought that this morning when he saw you with no makeup, a messy bun, and glasses. Now, your hair was down and he could see your eyes better. He was nervous to talk to you, but excited, trying to turn on some charm to see how you’d react. Every time you bit your lip, he could feel his shorts get a little tighter. All he wanted to do was reach over and kiss you.

When Indy called he was concerned, but then a bit frustrated. He felt you were maybe starting to reciprocate some of his advances.

Knowing that you would be occupied with Indy, he decided to head out and drive himself back to the resort. On his way, he called the front desk agent to let them know to proceed with the plan. After he hung up a wave of nerves washed over him.

That was probably too much, right? Like who the fuck buys someone cookies? But, it gives me an excuse to see her again. You’re going to see her on set every day though. I wonder if she’s back yet. No, she and Indy are probably still having fun. Am I coming on too strong? I always come on too strong.

He makes it back upstairs and starts pacing around his room, his insecurity and anxiety starting to spike. He sits on the couch and does some breathing exercises. In … two … three … out … two … three .. four … five.

After doing this for several minutes, he feels himself calming down, deciding to go lay down on his bed. Shrugging off his shorts and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts, he pulls off his shirt and slides under the covers, and grabs the remote. He’s honestly not sure what’s on the TV, he finds the noise comforting as he zones out.

Then, he hears his phone ding.

“Ok, sent. Shit!” you bury your face in your hands.

“It’s a pretty innocent text.”

You both stare at the phone screen waiting. After a couple of minutes, you see that the message has been read. Shit. He’s not typing. Wait, yes he is. Ugh, then he stopped.

“Aww, it seems like he’s nervous too,” Indy teases bumping your shoulder with hers.

Dieter sees a text come in from a random number. Normally, he would just ignore it, but the timing was coincidental so he unlocked his phone.

I’ll bring the cookies, you bring the coffee?

He exhales and smiles. Although the text is from a random number he knows who it’s from and goes to immediately save the number.

His stomach does a flip as he decides how he wanted to play this. Ok, breathe.

Indy shrieks when the phone dings again.

DIETER: Oh, I think that can be arranged sweetheart.

DIETER: What time? I want to make sure the coffee is hot for you…

“Ohhh shit!” Indy grabs you by the shoulders and shakes. “See, I fucking told you!”

“Shit, what do I say?”

Ugh. Was that too much? That second bit was too much, right?

Ding. Dieter unlocks his phone.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Hmm. Like 6? Is that too early?

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Also, any requests?

Ding.

“Oh, this is so fun!” Indy giggles.

DIETER: 6 is perfect.

DIETER: Macadamia nut please. 😉

Indy gets up and starts running around the kitchen island giggling. You couldn’t help but smile. Suddenly you weren’t tired anymore, this interaction giving you a little burst of adrenaline.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: I think that can be arranged.

🍪 ☕ BELLE: Good night. And thank you, by the way. 🙂

“Was the smiley too much?”

“He sent you a goddamn winky face, so no I don’t think a smiley is too much.”

Ding.

DIETER: Sweet dreams, Belle.

“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

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Stolitz’ Fanfic: Boyfriend’s Therapy Session.

This is the first fanfic I have even added a fanart to, but I wanted to do something special for reaching 1000 plus followers on Twitter. Thank you so much for your love and support even when I don’t share too much art or fanfics (life’s fault), and I hope I can make you smile a little with this fanfic.

Stolas was expectantly looking at the main entrance of the palace, waiting for his dear Blitzy to arrive. Since they started dating they made a compromise of meeting at least twice a week, and until now Blitzo had kept his promise and arrived at his palace, or Stolas would visit at his place when his work finished a little later than usual. Everything was going smoothly for both of them.

‘Only 10 minutes left’, Stolas said to himself, happily looking at the clock.

10 minutes later, Blitzo opened up the door and entered with lazy legs. As Stolas stood up to receive him with a huge squeezy hug, he stopped when noticing something wasn’t alright.

Blitzo had a very tired face. You could even say he looked gloomy. Who are we kidding, the whole background behind him had a dark gray color.

‘Erm, Blitzy, are you alright?’

‘Of course, better than ever! Why would you even ask that?’Blitzo grumbled just clear enough and tugged himself to the living room’s sofa in order to sink his full face on it.

Stolas walked to the sofa as well and sat on the corner, silently staring at the depressed imp for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth:

‘Blitzo, are you sure you’re ok?

‘I mean, I woke up today so I guess my day was good enough’, Blitzo replied with a muffled voice because of the cushions.

‘Would you like to talk to me about it?’

‘Ugh…’

Blitzo lifted his face to see a cute Stolas smiling while gently patting his own lap. How could Blitzo refuse his invitation? He crawled a little forward in order to rest his head on it. He needed some soft head strokes from his fluffy boyfriend in order to gain some strength to talk.

‘Well, actually I had a little argument with Loona this morning at the office’, Blitzo started explaining while looking at the floor. ‘I told her she should be more careful when going out with shady guys with ill intentions because they could hurt her. She just yelled at me telling me she was strong enough to handle things by herself and to back off. I begged her not to be with boys who could be a bad influence and she answered back telling me I was a bad influence myself and she just walked away.’

Stolas didn’t say a thing, he just kept listening at his boyfriend, waiting until he finished letting everything out.

‘I mean, she is not wrong, I did a bunch of things I’m not proud of, and hurted people I cared about…it’s just *sniffles*...I’m trying to do better, I really am, but not sure if it’ll ever be enough for Loona to listen to me, to love me’.

Blitzo just stopped talking and hid his face on Stolas’ robe. Stolas could feel some small and warm teardrops falling on it, and even when he tried to look calm while listening to Blitzo, he could only imagine how he felt as father to be dismissed for things he had done in the past.

‘Oh, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas finally replied while caressing Blitzo’s head, ‘I know sometimes because of fights like that you may feel that your daughter doesn’t appreciates you, but during the times I’ve spent together with you all I was able to see it, little moments that showed me how much she cares and understands you really love her.

‘Really?, Blitzo asked with a soft whine. ‘Like what moments?’

‘Remember when you got sick and stayed home while I tried to help with the office’s paperwork? I was actually making such a mess *giggles*, not on purpose of course. Loona got angry at me and explained to me how to do things properly so you wouldn’t have to do extra work after you came back. Then after the job was done and I was about to leave and go to your apartment…do you remember that topper full of soup I got for you to eat?’

‘Huh, yeah, you made it for me, right?’

Stolas started scratching the back of his neck.

‘Well, actually Loona made it’.

‘Sorry, what?’

‘Yeah, Loona prepared it at the office’s cafeteria. She brought a bunch of veggies and cooked it as well as she could. She was too shy to ask Moxxie for help, I guess’. Stolas said with a wide smile staring at Blitzo who had finally lifted his head from his lap.

‘Loona…did she really do that for me?’

‘Of course! He was worried for his dad!’, Stolas replied. ‘She made me swear I’d say I made it, but I’m only responsible for bringing you the medication and the horsie plushie’.

‘Loona…my sweet baby…she actually loves me…’ Blitzo started sniffling again while standing up and hugging tight to Stolas’ chest trying to hide his tears.

‘Blitzy, sometimes children say things that are hurtful because of the heat of the moment’, Stolas continued while reciprocating Blitzo’s hug. ‘I’ve been there with Via as well, it’s something that happens. But do not be wrong, everytime you show them worry and caring to them they feel it, they know your love is genuine. I know you have had a rough life path Blitzy, but each one of us can see how hard you’re trying to make things change for the better. You trying so hard to move forward and improve yourself for all of us around you is one of the reasons I fell in love with you’.

Blitzo sobbed quietly for a couple of minutes before he was calm enough to look at Stolas, who patiently waited until he was ready.

‘Ugh, my bad, I hate to be seen like this, it’s so embarrassing’.

‘Aww, you don’t have to be embarrassed for showing me your crying face at all, Blitzy’, Stolas said with a sweet smile. ‘Your softness is another reason why I love you so much.’

‘I knew you were a f**king sadist’, Blitzo replied with a low voice. His face was blushing a little.

‘Do you feel a little better darling?’

‘Yeah, I guess so. Erm, thank you Stols’, Blitzo said with a shy smile.

‘Always my pleasure my sweet little imp’.

‘Stop calling me those names God damnit!’ Blitzo started giving little punches with his closed fists to Stolas, with a face redder than before.

‘Ahahaha, I’m sorry! You’re so cute I just want to give you all the pet names in the world!’, Stolas said while covering himself laughing.

‘Mmph!’ Blitzo pouted and saw the opposite way. Stolas knew he wasn’t actually angry. Actually he looked much calmer than before their talk. But Stolas was planning to improve his dear boyfriend’s humor a little more. Giving Blitzo a happy look he said:

‘You know what darling? I feel you’re still feeling a little down. Why don’t we work a little on it? You look like you need to relax a little more’, Stolas said, getting closer to Blitzo in a very suspicious way.

‘Stolas, I think I’m good enough to move forward with it so…’. Blitzo suddenly paused and recognized the naughty look Stolas always gave him when ‘that’ was about to happen. ‘Oh no, Stolas, don’t you even think about it…no, I refuse and…Woah!’.

Blitzo didn’t move quickly enough to Stolas grabbing him and cradding him like he was a big cat. He then gave him a little nuzzle and giving happy leaps he reached the bedroom. Then he laid on the bed still holding Blitzo with one arm, long enough to hold on his legs so he couldn’t go away.

‘Stolas, I, I swear to f**ing Satan that if you don’t let me go I…’. Blitzo was stuttering and trying not to show his excitement for what was about to come.

‘Oh, my little Blitzy, no need to be shy. Just enjoy your therapy session of the day, you really need it, don’t you think so?’ Stolas mischievously said.

‘I f**ing don’t, ok? J-ust don’t do it, I…Mmmph!’ Stolas started giving him peppering kisses and smooches all over his face, focusing more on his cheeks because he knew it made Blitzo giggle almost instantaneously. Blitzo tried to make an upset face as long as he could, but it was a lost cause.

‘S-Stolas, no, I’m warning y-you, cuhut it out…no…stop…pfff! Hehehe, nohoho…’

‘Oh, you’re laughing! That’s wonderful, it seems like you’re enjoying my kisses my dear Blitzy!

‘Nohoho, I’m nohohot!’, Blitzo protested between giggles. Not very convincing.

‘Oh, maybe you need a little more affection!’ Stolas then started walking his fingers slowly on Blitzo’s stomach, trying to get a wobbly nervous smile from him, which wasn’t too hard to do. Blitzo was very susceptible to Stolas’ playful teasing.

‘Please, don’t dohoho it…, I will…pfff! Ehehehehe!’.

Stolas wiggled a single finger over Blitzo’s stomach, giving light tickles only. Usually Stolas would tickle Blitzo with all his might to the point of Blitzo falling asleep right away after his play, but on this occasion Stolas just wanted to pamper him and make him feel happy.

‘Ehehehe, Stohohoolas! Nohohot there, hehehe!’, Blitzo said between giggles and squirms. ‘Not my stomach, hehehe!’

‘But your stomach is so soft , cute and ticklish, I can’t stop tickling it!’, Stolas replied, not using all his hand’s fingers to keep the soft tickles going, making Blitzo laugh and squirm harder.

‘Ahahahaha! Stahahahahap!’

‘I got your belly button!’, Stolas cooed while wiggling one finger inside Blitzo’s belly button, after going under his shirt. It didn’t tickle as much as the rest of his stomach but Blitzo still laughed.

‘You f***heheher, juhuhust wait until I’m freheheheee!’, Blitzo yelled before falling into more laughter. Stolas just laughed at seeing his boyfriend trying to sound menacing with no avail.

‘Aww Blitzy! You trying to sound menacing under these circumstances is totally adorable! Please do it again!’, Stolas cooed again, while tickling Blitzo’s neck with his fingers this time, making him squirm from one side to another, trying to cover the side of his neck Stolas attacked alternatively .

‘Ahahaha, I hate you sohohoho much!’, Blitzo said without meaning it so much.

‘Oh, is that so? Maybe you don’t feel relaxed enough yet. What if we focus on your favorite spot now?’.

Blitzo knew what spot he meant, but tried to act like he didn’t. ‘Whahahat the f*ck you’re talking about, hahaha!’.

‘Oh, yes you do, my dear Blitzy!’. Stolas began playfully walking his fingers from Blitzo’s stomach to his ribs, poking in some places just to keep his excitement going, Blitzo couldn’t stop giving nervous giggles while Stolas’ fingers were close to reach that feared spot.

When Stolas’ hand reached the upper rib right under his underarm and tickled there, Blitzo jolted and let out a loud squeal while laughing and squirming like crazy.

‘There it is! There’s that happy spot! Stolas cooed while holding his own laughter. Blitzo’s laughter was Stolas’ serotonin without a doubt. Blitzo weakly tried to protect his side and squirmed on Stolas’ arm, and then let out a squeak when Stolas suddenly changed to tickle his other side.

Blitzo didn’t give any smart ass comeback as he usually did. He’d rather die than admitting that he really loved being tickled there, but the fact that he kept quiet while laughing his a** off meant he was trying to enjoy every single second of his tickle therapy.

When Stolas vibrated both of his hands while still holding Blitzo on both sides of his ribs, he let out such a loud and happy squeal that his embarrassment grew about 150%.

‘Aww, that was such a cute sound! Please do it again for me!’ Stolas cooed while still teasing his dear mate’s ribs.

‘Youhhhhuuu…ahahaha *hic*! F*ck, hahaha *hic* stahahahap!’

‘Alright, alright, I’ll change places now’, Stolas said, holding Blitzo now over his chest. Then he started quickly poking his back, making him jumpy and squirmy all over again, especially when Stolas poked a very ticklish spot.

Blitzo could only squirm and laugh, his face hidden on Stolas’ fluffy chest, trying not to show him his face, now red as a tomato. That changed when Stolas dug his fingers on his lower back. Blitzo instinctively arched his back, showing his face and cackling.

‘Ahahaha! Stolahahahas! Nohohot therehehehe!’

‘Why not? You love when I scratch the base of your tail’.

‘But not like thihihhis! Stahahahap!’

‘Alright, I just give you a little more treatment and I’m done’, Stolas said with the sweetest voice he could ever do, making Blitzo afraid about what would be coming next.

Stolas suddenly lifted Blitzo from his low back and let Blitzo’s waist and head hanging from the bed, making his blouse go down to his chest. Because of the force of gravity it was very hard for Blitzo to lift his arms and protect himself from what Stolas was planning.

Stolas walked his fingers over Blitzo’s stomach at a very slow pace, making him both afraid and excited, making it hard not to start giggling in front of Stolas. First making circles around Blitzo’s belly button, then proceeded to skitter his talons all over Blitzo’s stomach and ribs, making him laugh at an instant.

‘Tktktktktkt!’

‘Nahahahah! Stolahahahahs! You’re the worhohohorst ahahaha!’

‘Oh, really? I thought I was the sweetest boyfriend ever, giving my dear imp boyfriend so much attention!’, Stolas said feigning ignorance. Then he started softly scratching each rib and then giving him soft pinches on them, making Blitzo all giggly and squirmy.

‘You’re so cute, my dear Blitzy! How was I able to get the most handsome, yet the most ticklish imp in the whole hell?’.

Blitzo just stopped fighting all at once, now too lazy to lift his arms and fight against Stolas. His tickles were too light to even care, and at this point Blitzo was having a lot of fun feeling Stolas’ caring touch. Blitzo had given up a long time ago about falling in love, even more getting love from someone, but Stolas was giving him just that right now. Every touch, every caress he received from the owl prince, made him both shudder and melt.

After almost 10 minutes of being upside down laughing and hipcupping, Stolas lifted Blitzo and gave him a tight hug, giving him a moment to compose himself. Blitzo finally gave a long sight and stared at his boyfriend.

‘God damnit Stolas! You and your silly games!’

‘Did I go a little too far, perhaps?’, Stolas replied, tilting his head and looking too cute for Blitzo to even fake he was angry at him. He just looked away, blushing.

‘As always’, he said. Next time it will be your turn to get a therapy session, and it will be a full 1 hour session!’

‘Oh, really? Do I need an appointment for that?’, Solas replied, a little too enthusiastic about that scenario’.

‘Ugh, I forgot you enjoy anything I do to you’.

‘Wait, you don’t enjoy everything I do to you?’stolas said, faking being offended.

‘Anyways, I’m tired and I just wanna go to bed now. Can we just take a bath and rest?’

‘Of course! Let me take you to the royal bath, your Highness!’, Stolas playfully said while carrying Blitzo to the bathroom as if they were dancing in a ball. Blitzo couldn’t do anything but stare at his charming Prince’s eyes while dancing, hypnotizing him.

‘Mom, look at the new trick I learnt today!’ A little Blitzo yelled while approaching his mom with a giant circus ball. His mom just stopped what she was doing and sat looking honestly eager to see what his son had prepared for her. His little twin sister also quickly joined the audience.

Holding a little baton on his right hand, Blitzo began spinning it and then jumped on the ball, doing circles across the room while still spinning the baton. Then he jumped backwards letting the baton go, kept standing on the now still ball and holding it with his tail.

When the act was done, both his mom and sister clapped, smiling a lot.

‘Oh, my Blitzo! You’re so talented! Everyone will love your act!’

‘Do you really think so mom?’, Blitzo said with shinny hopeful eyes, receiving a hug from his mom. ‘Do you think people will love me’.

His mom kindly smiled.

‘Of course Blitzo. Someday people will love you as much as I do’. His mom held him tightly and gave him a lot of smooches, making him giggle.

Blitzo opened his eyes to find himself in the arms of Stolas, who was already asleep. Blitzo could feel his warm breath on the nape of his neck, and his soft chest feathers warming his back. Beginning to doze off again Blitzo took Stolas’ arm and held it against his chest, letting himself be hugged by him.

Before falling asleep, Blitzo mumbled to himself while smiling:

‘Mom, I’ve finally found someone who loves me’.

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- chapter 2 -

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A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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I chose you (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

**Got another Julián request recently and it’s always funny how easy it is to write for him. So hopefully it’s easy and enjoyable to read for all of you ❤️**

Word count: 1879

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“Are you ok?”, asks my mum, and I can see the worry in her expression even through the screen.

“Yeah. Just not feeling 100% at the moment, you know?”

“Why? Are you sick or something?”

“No. I guess I’m just going through one of those moments where I don’t feel super confident or whatever. No specific reason. For all I know, it could just be the bad weather making me feel this way”.

“Is everything ok with Julián?”

I smile without even noticing. “Yes, mum. It’s nothing to do with him”.

“Well, I’ll still tell him to take better care of you so you don’t feel this way”.

“Mum, I’m a grown woman. I don’t need my boyfriend to take care of me”.

“We all need people to take care of us. Don’t forget that”.

I don’t want to admit it but I know she’s right. I’m always in my own head, not sharing how I feel and it can be a bit much sometimes.

“I’ll talk to Julián when he comes back”, I promise to myself before picking up my phone to waste my time on social media.

I see City have posted some photos, including one of Julián, so I like the post. Then I click on his profile and go to the tagged photos. I always love seeing all the photos of him that professional photographers take. I have an album full of them.

But I also see photos fans have posted. It seems like there are more girls taking photos with him after training. With him and all the others, but I only care about my boyfriend.

I’m not a jealous person. I’ve never been, honestly. It’s easy to say you aren’t but then your actions show the opposite. However, that’s not me. I don’t think I’d be able to deal with the stress if I was a jealous person and dating a football player.

So it’s not jealousy I feel while reading the captions they write for my boyfriend. Or seeing the videos where they try to hug him or kiss his cheek. But if it isn’t jealousy, then what is it?

I usually would just laugh it off. Julián himself tells me stories of these meetings whenever something funny happens, knowing how little I’ll care about their flirting with him.

Opening TikTok is probably the stupidest idea at the moment. Yet here I am wasting more time making myself feel ugly seeing all the gorgeous girls I follow for beauty and fashion inspo and getting annoyed at the edits Julián’s fans make for him.

“I’m so stupid”, I say, throwing the phone on the sofa before hiding underneath one of the blankets.

A couple of minutes later, Julián is back and starts to call my name. For a second, I think about pretending to sleep but he would notice the lie.

“I’m here”, I say in a small voice, getting my head out from underneath the blanket so he can see me.

“What are you doing there? Are you feeling alright?”

I nod, not wanting to worry him with my silly thoughts. “Just tired”.

“Well, I’m tired too. How about you move so I can fit next to you and we cuddle?”

“I’d like that”.

My promise to tell him about how I was feeling is gone the second I place my head on his chest. Because I have no reason to feel like this. I should be fine. This will pass soon.

"So how was your day?, asks Julián while he sets the table for our dinner. We fell asleep on the sofa the moment we cuddled and didn't get to talk at all.

"Ok, I guess", I shrug.

"What did you do? You always tell me about the whole day. Come on, I want to know".

I'm usually excited to talk about my day. But not right now. "You know. Studied in the morning, face timed with my mum and then went to the sofa to nap".

"Everything ok with your parents?"

"Sure. Why do you ask?"

I can see him trying to find the right words. "I don't know. You seem a bit off. I thought maybe they gave you bad news or something".

"No. I'm just tired. I told you".

"Well, then you sit here", he says, putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me to the chair. "And I'll finish getting everything ready".

"Thank you", I say, offering him a small smile. His is a lot bigger and after kissing my temple he goes back to the kitchen.

During dinner, he updates me on everything going on at the club and focusing my attention on someone else for a second helps me a lot.

"Feeling better?", he says, hopeful.

"Yes. I think I'll just take a shower before bed to help me relax".

"Go do that. I'll put this in the dishwasher".

I get up to go to the room and stop when I reach Julián to give him a hug.

"I love it when you're clingy like that".

This time the smile is bigger. It's easy to smile when he's around. It's when I'm alone with my thoughts that I struggle.

When I get out of the shower, I try to make a bit of an effort. It's not as if I have to impress Julián right now, but I need to impress myself, sort of.

Whenever I'm having these confidence issues or whatever they are, the first thing I drop is looking after myself. I struggle with simple things such as putting on moisturizer after the shower or picking cute outfits. And it only makes me feel worse in the end because I look worse. It's such a stupid cycle.

Julián is already in bed looking at his phone when I get back to the room. He puts the phone away the moment I get to the bed and puts one of his arms around my shoulders to bring me closer to him.

"You smell so good I could eat you".

I laugh. "You don't like coconut".

"Not the fruit. But I like it when you smell like this", he says, nuzzling his nose on my neck.

"Feel free to use the body butter if you want to smell like me", I joke.

"Wouldn't that make me too irresistible to other women?"

I roll my eyes at his bad joke. "I'll take the risk".

"Actually, I didn't tell you this funny story from today. These three girls asked for a photo when I was in my car and kept complimenting me, my clothes, my car …no subtlety", he laughs but I don't join him. "And then a kid showed up and they had to let him get closer and were so annoyed. They'll probably be there again tomorrow".

I don't say anything because what can I say? I already saw the photos and I thought the girls looked familiar. I guess they spend their days there.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yes", I say, turning my back to him and pretending to get ready to sleep.

"What was that?"

"I'm sleepy. Good night".

"What did I do for you to react like…wait, are you jealous?"

"What?", I say, turning again to look at him.

"I told you about those girls and you got all weird. You have no reason to be jealous, you know that".

"I'm not jealous of any fangirls, Julián".

And I'm not, but my tone and my face make it sound like a lie. I hate this feeling.

I go back to my previous position and a couple of seconds later I notice Julián wrapping his arms around my waist and bringing me closer to his chest.

"It's you I want. Please know that".

"I know", I whisper. Maybe it's better if he thinks I'm jealous instead of having to dig deeper to explain everything else. "I love you".

"I love you too. Sleep well now. You'll feel better tomorrow after a good night's rest".

If only it were that easy.

The next couple of days, Julián seems to be tiptoeing around my feelings and he doesn't bring up any meetings with fangirls. Actually, by checking Instagram, I've noticed one of them mentioned he didn't stop to attend them at all. I don't even know how I feel about that.

By the time he comes back from training, I'm back under the blanket and when he gets to the sofa, he moves it to see my face.

"You were worrying me so I spoke to your mum".

"What?", I say, sitting up.

"Well, you don't talk to me so I had to do something. I can't see my girlfriend hurting and do nothing".

"I just don't know what happens to me", I say, feeling the tears on the back of my eyes.

"It's not going to solve everything but sit here", he says, patting the spot between his legs. "So I can hold you while we try to make sense of it, ok?"

I nod, sitting there and letting him share his strength with me through this hug.

"It's just something that happens sometimes. I don't know if it's anxiety or something else. But I just feel like I'm not enough. Like all my confidence is gone. Like anything I have to do, no matter how small, demands too big of an effort from me".

"Ok. Does it usually take long for that feeling to go away?"

"It depends. It used to be worse when I was younger. Now it's usually a couple of days. Maybe a week and a half or something like that".

"And do you know anything that can make you feel better? Whatever it is, I'll make sure you have it".

"You".

He looks at me confused. "What do you mean?"

"I need you. You don't even notice how much you help me just by being you. It's when you're not around that it gets worse".

"That means a lot to me. But we need to find other ways to help. I wish I could always stay with you but I can't".

"I know", I say, hugging him tighter and placing my head on his chest.

"And you're sure there is no jealousy involved in this? It's ok if there is. I mean, I'm jealous of every man that talks to you".

I chuckle. "No, I'm not jealous. I guess what made me feel worse about those fans was their confidence. How they had no fear of going to talk with you guys and being so direct to you. I wouldn't be able to do something like that. Not in the state I'm in at the moment".

"You don't need to. Because I chose you a while ago. And I keep choosing you every day".

"But you didn't know all these issues were included in the package when you chose me. What if it gets too much for you? I don't want you to feel like you have to baby me".

"I'm not. I'm just looking after you like you look after me. Can you just let me do it? Let me look after you, please".

"Does looking after me include cuddles and watching my favourite movies while we eat ice cream?"

"Of course it does".

"Then count me in".

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Heeeyyyy, I'm so so intrigued by your hockey posting. I'd love to know more about Fedorov, like what's the lore, what makes him special? Have a nice day/ night <333

good morning/afternoon/evening anon! since you asked so nicely i'll try my best but i do tend to forget everything i know when i have to actually explain it. there is a lot of lore tho so i'm not gonna go over all of it (mainly the bits that interest me the most + some other stuff). i guess what really makes him special (at least to me) is the fact that we don't get players like this anymore. and i'm not talking playing style here (the impact of euro hockey players of the 90s on the nhl today is still so obviously there). a lot of his early career was directly impacted by cold war politics, and since those circumstances haven't existed for a while now, we don't get this insane type of backstories and lore anymore. i should also make it clear that i'm a massive nerd who sat in classrooms for years learning abt soviet stuff which i think definitely has an impact on who My Guys are

seriously there is a lot under the cut so be warned because i did get carried away with myself A Lot (i literally wrote over 1k words on this. sorry in advance)

ok so. sergei started playing "pro" hockey in the soviet union in the mid 80s (i don't think this is the place to explain whether these players were pro or amateur so will leave it like that), first in minsk (only for a year) before being picked up by cska moscow- the central army team. these guys made up most of the national team, which can probably be explained by the fact that their head coach also coached the national team (god that's a bit of a mouthful, but incredibly relevant). he wasn't the only rookie on the team that season; another kid (i think they were both like 16 at the time ?) called alex mogilny had also just arrived in moscow. they would become good friends. sergei would play three seasons for cska before being called up for the national team- he was going to the 1989 world championship. alex would be there, too, having already played on the team before. naturally, the ussr won gold (as they did almost every year). but that doesn't mean everything was good with the players. not long too after the tournament, some of the older players would finally get permission to play in the nhl, but for the younger guys it was looking like they had no way of getting out any time soon. in the days between the end of the championship and the soviet team's flight home, mogilny apparently approached fedorov and asked him to go to america with him- sergei said no, worried about what would happen to his family. alex would go anyway, disappearing for a few days before popping up in buffalo ready to join the sabres. (this might seem irrelevant right now but it's actually really not- i'm getting there now)

that same summer, sergei would be drafted in the fourth round by detroit. this choice may or may not have been influenced by steve yzerman telling them sergei was better than him. after a bit of back and forth, they got him to defect after cska played a series of games in north america. it literally sounds like the type of shit they write in spy films it was fucking mental. this made him only the second soviet to defect in order to play in the nhl i'm pretty sure (defo the second in like 18 months- funnily enough it was his bestie who was the first one. what a coincidence), but they weren't the first two from the other side of the iron curtain to do that. might be wrong but i think that honour goes to the stastny brothers. anyway. when sergei got to detroit he wore 91 because he wanted to "be like stevie" or some insane shit like that. which i literally think about all the time. like seriously what was that about sergei.

okok can't not talk about the russian five so doing that now. since idk how much you know about hockey i'll do a better job on this bit. after sergei arrived in detroit, management must've figured they could get more russians. over the next couple of years they got vladimir konstantinov (who was drafted the same year as sergei) and slava kozlov to make the jump to the states. since i'm mainly talking about sergei i won't go into how they got those two but it's just as unbelievable as you'd expect. after the 1994-95 lockout, the wings traded for another russian- slava fetisov. if you ever want to learn about soviet hockey you'll hear a lot about this guy, and for good reason too. he won two olympic gold medals and seven world championships with the soviet union, and captained most of those teams. obviously adding a guy with that much experience winning was a smart choice imo, even if he hadn't won anything in the nhl yet. by now the wings had four russian players- why not add a fifth ? in 1994 the wings were embarrassed in the playoffs, losing to san jose. it just happened that sj happened to have two of the older soviets who had fought for the right to play in north america. one of them was igor larionov- probably the smartest guy to ever play hockey. it was his tactics (and refusal to change his style of play) that led to his team's success in the first round. and i guess detroit didn't ever want to deal with that again because they ended up trading for the guy in the first part of the 1995-96 season. the russian five first played together in calgary, where they played that style of soviet hockey that nhlers could never really wrap their heads around at the time. they walked all over the flames in their own building, and would continue to do the same to the rest of the league. the five would be a key part of the 1997 stanley cup-winning team, which was the first wings team to lift the cup in over forty years.

sergei stayed to win a few more cups, and then left the city. he signed w the ducks in anaheim, bleached his hair and moved out to california (i think we can all resonate with wanting to change our appearance and move thousands of miles away from where we've spent over a decade building out lives amiright). from what i can tell, this move was Not Liked by detroit's owners (honestly i can't see any other reason his number hasn't been retired there). he'd bounce around a couple more nhl teams before going back to russia to play on the same team as his brother, eventually retiring in 2012.

jumping to 2015, that year's hockey hall of fame inductees included sergei (and nick lidstrom, one of his detroit teammates and one of the best defencemen to every play the game). it was basically a 90s wings reunion. in sergei's induction speech, he did like everyone else and thanked a bunch of people who helped him out throughout his career. and, you know, it was all the expected stuff (hockey guys can be so predictable sometimes), but "to my captain, steve yzerman" still fucking gets me. it had been twelve years since he'd worn a wings jersey. my captain. i think you get my point but i'm gonna have to stop there because i can't carry on and be remotely normal about it.

oh and in 2021, after spending a few years bouncing around random jobs for the team, cska announced that fedorov would be taking over as head coach. he went back to the team where all this started. now i don't know how exactly he is with his team but i sure hope he learned enough from his days there as a player under tikhonov on exactly how not to treat your players. cska won back to back gagarin cups (the trophy awarded to the khl team who wins the playoffs) in sergei'd first two seasons behind the bench, and they're probably looking to make it a threepeat with the playoffs starting today (?)

#ok so i did start this last night but it got a bit messy because i was so tired so had to redo it this morning. sorry it took so long #but when i say there's so much lore. i mean there is So Much Lore #tl;dr to me what makes him Special is his early days in the soviet union/his defection and his role in the russian five (and by extension #the championship teams in detroit in the late 90s)#oh and @ my wings mutuals if i got anything wrong help me out i did this all off the top of my head and don't have the time to fact check #everything

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