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senqv · 2 months

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HOUSE OF KINGS.

blue lock ! royal / fantasy au series featuring : michael kaiser x fem! reader

warning(s) : 1k , none this one is quite cute , lmk if there are any !!

TWO. THE WRATH SING, O GODDESS

the next time you see him, you are seated in the windowed alcove of the palace library, hidden behind the imposing shelves of mahogany wood. you could feel the thick knitted blankets and fox furs beneath your thighs, a fluffy cushion left of your waist.

you leaned against the window, ornate and elegant, cut in frames to let in squares of golden sun. the smooth cover of the book is familiar under your fingerpads, a beloved relic from your father. even with your gaze cast towards the window, you could envision the wine-dark cover in your hands, embossed with a deep gold; the methodical lettering forming words that you could recite like water spilling down the rumbling falls.

faintly, suddenly, like a whisper in the wind, the air changed. the soft hum of divinity, maybe, but you could not have known what that was. it only felt stronger as golden hair came into vision, reflecting off the glass planes of the windows. you blinked, straightening your back. you had thought it to be a trick of the light, but it was apparent how real he was with each languid step he took, steady and sure.

kaiser was not a god, but you can scarcely imagine anything more perfect than him. wherever he went, he drew everything to him like a great flame. and although your spitefulness refused to let you look at him, it could not be helped how your gaze traced his features reflected on the window, the brightness of his hair so lustrous it was lit from within, the steady curve of his face, and the arc of his rose-coloured lips.

you hear his feet stop before you, and his mouth opens, poised and self-assured. "this place belongs to me."

he was referring to this cosy little alcove, and you chide yourself for not noticing how personalised this place was, blanketed in wools and the highest quality of furs and goose-feathered pillows.

only then you look back at him, features screwed with slight displeasure. under his pointed stare, you swing your legs down from the wood carved into the window to face him properly, freeing up half the space. "this is a library. it doesn't belong to anyone," you say with narrowed eyes.

he looks almost like he can't believe the words coming out of your mouth. his arms move to cross over his chest. "the gods have decreed me to be emperor of kings. everything that treads the ground will belong to me one day." he does not say it boastfully, or arrogantly. it is fact to him as much as the stars circle the sky each night.

your lips twitch in search of a response, "not yet," you say weakly, and you stare into the endless blue of his eyes. your tone is stronger; "you are no emperor yet. you have no right to ask me to leave."

that surprised him. he tilts his head at you curiously, like a little sparrow. you may be the daughter of nobility, but he is the prince. he probably had all the rights in the world and more. like a tamed beast, he sits down next to you. he smells of roses and white jasmine, and you dare not to turn your head, glancing at him nervously from the corner of your eye. his gaze darts to your hand.

he shifts again, pressing his head on your shoulder as you fight down a flinch. a strand of hair falls over his eyes, and he blows it away with a huff. cerulean eyes stare up at you intently. like this, he reminds you of those sleek felines in the estate.

"read to me." it was a command, but the way he said it did not feel like one. to you, it was soft but distinct, easy as how one would utter their own name.

your mouth feels parched, but still, you crack the book open, the pages yellowed from their age. the familiar words ease you slightly, and your voice hangs in the air like the willows over a curving pond.

'the wrath sing, o goddess, of peleus' son

achilles'

his eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly, fanning against his cheeks. he blinks slowly, relaxed. your gaze darts from the book to him like a school of fish in the water, but you hardly need to reference the pages, the words carved into your heart like a searing iron.

his golden hair curls around his head, the longer strands pooling at the dips of his collarbone and down the edge of your own shoulder. it drew your eye, glimmering like starlight, so bright against the sun the locks glowed white. carelessly, your fingers smooth over a strand of hair covering the side of his face, flipping the ends up to marvel at the way they lit up in the light. you had no sooner realised your mistake than when his jewelled eyes darted towards you, causing you to release his hair with a jerk of your hand. "i'm sorry, i didn't -"

he silences you with a yawn, pink tongue flashing against white teeth. his lashes flutter again, shifting his head closer to you. then, his eyes close with sleep. it's almost cute, in a way. you know that he is not actually asleep, but you also realise this is his way of permitting you to continue.

hesitantly, your fingers twitch in longing, at his unavoidable beauty, written by the poets. you wipe your hands harshly on your skirt, fearful that the beading sweat might stick to his glorious hair. with trembling hands, your fingers card through the streaming gold strands, smoothing over the top of his head. he makes a soft sound of pleasure, which makes you smile slightly.

you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, and you can't help but think that his beauty is fine as a girl's. his lashes open again, jade white skin parting to reveal the hanging jewels of his eyes, a shifting, dazzling blue.

his eyes crinkle a secretive smile. under the light of the sun, you smile back.

#— HOUSE OF KINGS.#michael kaiser #blue lock #bllk #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader

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aoioozora · 2 months

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Simon.

Part 8

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 9 - Part 10

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost

Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: I still can't believe that I've written 8 whole chapters for a oneshot that I never planned on making into a series! But I'm glad it's coming along well and that you're enjoying it :) I hope you enjoy this chapter too.

Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction @iimichie

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“Morning, Simon!”

____ and Lindsey arrived at Simon's door at seven in the morning as planned. His crush was the one who excitedly greeted him, while her friend looked disgruntled and ticked at having to be up so early.

“Morning,” he greeted them civilly as his hand instinctively ran through his hair, trying not to appear even the slightest disheveled or flustered at the sight of ____’s smiles, and moved away from the door to let the two in.

“Have a seat. I'll bring you some tea,” he said, promptly moving towards the kitchen.

The ladies, particularly the author, took in the surroundings of his little flat as they entered and sat down. The entire place as a whole was simple. The walls of the living room were empty and unpainted except for a singular, ancient grandfather clock that hung alone near his curtained balcony, filling the quiet room with its rhythmic ticking. She saw that he was concerned more with pragmatics than aesthetics; if it didn't serve a purpose, then it wasn't needed.

She saw that he favored dark colors of blue and black, and neutrals, but found that bright colors were speckled throughout the room in his red floor lamp, the gold painted knobs of his brown television stand, and the red and white chevron patterned cushions on his grey couch. The simple state of his room made her wonder if his bedroom was more personalised.

A hint of green caught her attention and she turned to the balcony. A few potted plants of mint, tomatoes, and coriander, all of which were healthy and green, swayed gently in the morning breeze. She smiled at this. “He’s a gardener,” she thought to herself, not quite expecting it.

The smell of lemon and mint wafted through the air, bringing her thoughts back. Simon brought out a tray of three mismatched teacups and a glass teapot filled with what smelled and looked like lemon tea.

“Have some tea,” he set down the tray on the coffee table and poured out the tea for them.

She, wanting to use Simon as a model for her character, Frederick, watched keenly as he poured with a thoughtful, concentrated look on his face. She wondered why he used a glass teapot over porcelain or any other material, but that was probably not important. However, she was not going to let even the smallest things about him and his choices escape her scrutiny.

“When will Johnny come?” asked Lindsey as soon as she had her sip of tea.

Simon glanced at the grandfather clock. “At six forty-five, he said he'd be here in ten minutes. He's picking up our other friend, Kyle too. Maybe there's some hold-up,” he answered. He felt a little strange; it was his first time properly speaking to Lindsey, and she seemed to look judgingly at him, as if to find a fault.

____ was silent, as she was more concentrated on the taste and temperature of her tea. It was lightly sweetened and refreshing thanks to the lemon and mint. A mental note was already taken that Frederick too would be good at brewing tea.

Simon's ringtone tore the silence and he immediately slid the phone out of his jeans. Thinking it was Johnny, he looked expectantly, but it was his mum. Looking back at the ladies, he excused himself and went out to the balcony to talk.

“What do you think of him?” ____ asked Lindsey, who took slow sips of her tea as the two watched the man pace around the balcony through the partially drawn translucent curtains.

“He makes good tea,” she answered, “I think I'll approve of him a bit.” To Lindsey, a man who could brew a good tea was worth marrying, because, according to her, it meant that he cared about the little things, like making tea taste good. As ____ smiled, she paused for a moment before quipping, “He seems nice so far, but I don't trust him just yet.”

____ shook her head, chuckling. Lindsey was always so skeptical of everyone and everything, both a vice and a virtue.

Simon soon emerged from the balcony into the living room, brows furrowed with concern. He looked straight at ____ and said, “I need to have a word with you, darling,” and then promptly stepped into the kitchen without waiting for an answer, expecting her to follow.

She instantly set down her teacup and followed Simon into the kitchen. “What's the matter?” she asked as soon as she entered, finding him leaning his back on the kitchen counter, arms crossed.

He turned to her, almost opening his mouth to speak but cautiously glanced at the open door; he looked back at her, beckoning her to come closer. When she did, he said, “I don't know how you'll react to this but I need you to hear me out, alright, darling?”

Her curiosity heightened and she nodded.

“Y'see, my mum just called and they're going to have a family reunion soon since my old man's come back home for a holiday from his military service,” he paused, sucking in a sharp breath, unsure about how she would take his next words, but continued anyway, “And my mum asked me if I found a girlfriend yet because she's worried I'm going to die single…” he paused again, “and I may have accidentally told her that you're my girlfriend.”

“You what?” she stared incredulously at Simon, although she wasn't quite opposed to what he did.

“Yeah,” he sighed, shaking his head, embarrassed with himself, “I'm really sorry.”

“Wait, does your mum know about me?”

“Yeah, I told her a few weeks ago that I recently made friends with this lass,” he paused to sigh again, “And when she asked if I finally found a girlfriend, I accidentally said yes, and when she asked if it was you…” he paused again and shrugged.

The lady paused. Now that he said it, it couldn't be helped and she had to play along. Not that it bothered her. She chuckled. “Well, it's alright. You take the trouble of pretending to be my boyfriend, so I guess it wouldn't hurt to pretend to be your girlfriend for a bit.”

Simon looked back at her, visibly relieved.

“Now, what do you need me to do?” she asked.

“That's the hard part. We'll have to make up a story of how we met and how we hit it off. And I'll have to bring you home and introduce you to my family. And not just that, you know who else will be there.” He pursed his lips tight.

She immediately knew. She wiped her clammy hands on her jeans and nodded. “Right, yes.”

He could see the apprehension on her face and in her body as she crossed her arms. Feeling terrible that he dragged her into this, he said, “Darling, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. If going there and meeting him again will make you uncomfortable, then I'm not forcing you to come with me.”

She drew in a shaky breath and pondered for a moment. Simon watched her, gulping harshly.

“No,” she finally said, resolute, “I shouldn't be so scared all the time. If I'm going to be there as your girlfriend, I shouldn't be afraid of some ex of mine.”

Simon blinked in surprise at this response. He appreciated her bravery, and felt his admiration for her increase. However, he didn't show it, and kept his facial expressions neutral with a little smile. “I guess, yeah,” he nodded. He paused for a moment, wanting to say something else, but she beat him to it.

“If anything happens, you’ll stick up for me, won’t you?” she asked smilingly, “Since you’re my “boyfriend”.”

He felt his heart leap. That was the exact thing he wanted to assure her of, and it flattered him greatly to know that they had been thinking of the same thing. Even though he knew this was going to be a pretense, it rubbed his male instincts and ego right to be depended on for protection.

He answered with a wide smile, “Of course, my love.”

“Why d’ye drive a manual?” asked Johnny as soon as he took the shotgun seat, watching ____ take her place in the driver's seat.

“Tut tut,” she shook her head, bringing out a mini sombrero from her pocket which she placed on the gear stick, “It's Emmanuel.”

The three passengers in the back, from left to right– Simon, Lindsey, and Gaz, watched as Johnny burst out laughing, also making ____ laugh as she got the car started.

“Ghosty, she's a woman of culture!” Johnny exclaimed, looking back at his best friend.

Simon made no answer as he was upset that he couldn't sit next to ____. Lindsey felt similarly, but for Johnny. Regardless of that, the drive began with gusto, with Johnny and Gaz filling the time with their singing and jokes, while the other three listened.

____ drove for the first hour, and Johnny took over for the second and the two switched seats, exchanging jokes and quips with ease, making both Simon and Lindsey at the back miserable and jealous. Simon drove for fifteen minutes in the third hour until he nearly hit a tree, but swerved back to the road right on time to avoid damaging both the car and his crush's esteem. Gaz took over for the remaining forty-five minutes, and Simon was banished to the back seat.

Thankfully for him, ____ sat next to him to console him, “Don't worry. After all, you did say that if you tried really hard, you wouldn't hit a tree. You did great for fifteen minutes at least!”

Simon chuckled out of embarrassment. It didn't make him feel any better, but he appreciated her effort.

The camping spot was soon in sight. It was around ten in the morning when Gaz parked the car in the shed of a little cabin. The ladies learnt that the spot belonged to one of Gaz's relatives, who was happy to lend it out to anyone who needed it. And from how the three men scampered around the place relaxedly, it was evident that they were regular visitors.

The fenced piece of land was right next to a little lake which afforded a view of the distant green hills speckled with heathers and daisies. A lonely little dock hung over the surface of the water, which, as Simon informed the ladies, “made a nice fishing spot”.

The group first decided to begin their hike as planned before unloading the car. England's weather was notorious for being fickle and since the skies were currently clear of all rain clouds, the hike was chosen as the first activity.

The trail was an easy one, chosen for the benefit of the ladies who were partially accustomed to walking on rocky, uneven terrain. The end of it promised a little waterfall, which Johnny was excited about showing them, as was evident in his constant singing of sea shanties while they hiked. Gaz happily joined him, while the ladies and Simon chose to be their audience like earlier.

“Johnny sure loves to sing,” observed ____, who trudged between Lindsey and Simon.

“He's a born singer,” replied Simon with a sigh, sounding both proud of and annoyed with his friend, “And he was a theater kid too. Acted in tons of musicals and plays, mostly musicals. Put him together with Gaz and they'll be singing and dancing all day.”

She chuckled. “How long have you guys known each other?”

“Johnny's my childhood friend. We've known each other since we were ten years old. As for Gaz, both of us met him in university and we quickly became friends,” he explained, kicking a rock out of the way.

The two ladies looked at each other. “That's a long time,” remarked Lindsey, “You all must be really close then.”

“Too close,” Simon said dryly, but there was a hint of affection in his voice. He then turned to the ladies to ask, “And what about you two? How long have you been friends?”

“Since high school,” ____ answered, smilingly linking her arm with Lindsey's, “She's basically my sister now.”

Simon smiled. He could tell, for the moment he saw them together, they stuck to each other like glue and didn't leave each other's side for more than a few moments.

Johnny looked back at the calm trio behind him and Gaz. “Jolene!” He called Lindsey by her nickname. When he had her attention, he beckoned her to join him in singing.

“I don't know any of the songs you're singing!” she protested.

“Dinnae ye worry, wee lassie!” he retraced his steps, put an arm around her shoulders, and dragged her ahead with him, making her squeal and stumble. “Gaz and I will teach you!” he promised, and kept his arm around her as they hiked up the hillock.

While the two men busied themselves in teaching Lindsey to sing ‘Bully in the Alley’, ____ and Simon were left to themselves. The lady smiled at Lindsey's attempts to sing, though she was no singer.

“Lindsey hates singing,” she whispered to Simon, “It's crazy how she's doing it for Johnny.” A girlish giggle escaped her lips at the thought of a romance blooming between the two. Her authorly brain couldn't help but conjecture all the sweet moments they would have, worthy of a novel of its own.

“And I'll tell you what, Johnny's never been this fixated on one woman for this long either. He's normally a huge flirt, a ladies’ man, if you will. I'm just as surprised as you are,” answered Simon.

The mention of Johnny being a flirt worried her. She knew Lindsey to almost easily give her affections to anyone who would look her way, starved for love as she was. But she decided to stay out of the way and watch the two for now. If Johnny ever did anything that would hurt Lindsey, she would not hesitate to confront him.

The hike was now proving to get a little tiring, and ____ let out a sigh as she paused to catch her breath and drink some water. Simon stopped too, looking down at her from the slightly steep ascent.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“A little, yeah.”

He bent his knee and lowered himself slightly, holding out his hand. “Come on,” he encouraged, “Just a little more and we'll be at the waterfall.”

She took his outstretched hand, and no sooner they made contact, a jolt of electricity ran down both their spines. Simon gulped harshly at this reaction, and she felt an additional tingle in her stomach. His larger, more rugged hand held her softer and smaller hand in his, and he pulled her up the ascent with ease. She thanked him as soon as they were next to each other, Simon, eager to be of further assistance, held out his arm to her.

“You can hold my arm if you want to,” he offered, trying to sound as casual as he could, though his thoughts begged her to give him the honour of accepting him.

Her hand practically flew to his arm in an instant, wrapping just below his bicep. Simon never felt more depended upon than now as the two began walking together. And she was completely flattered by his kind offer, trying to suppress her smiles and blushes. The two were, without doubt, over the moon.

The lady was sure to make mental notes about everything Simon did. Frederick would be tall and brooding, but a kind-hearted and observant gentleman with a soft spot for Adelheid.

“This reminds me of the Jane Austen novels where the men would offer their arms to the ladies when they got tired as they walked,” she commented with a bright smile and a certain twinkle in her eye as she moved closer to him, allowing her hand to curl tighter against his arm.

He noted the expression on her face and the movement and instinctively flexed his bicep so that she could feel it. He smiled in response to her comment and said with a chuckle, his cheeks overspread with a light pink, “So it was a custom back then? Interesting.” He hadn't read a lot of Regency era novels to know of past English social customs, but he seemed intrigued by this one aspect that she mentioned. Wanting to know if she really approved of it, asked, “Do you like it?”

She loved it, but for the sake of being mild, said, “I think it's nice, especially now when I don't see men doing this sort of thing.”

“So you like gentlemen then?”

She giggled. “A lot.”

Simon took note of this immediately. If she liked a gentleman, a gentleman he would be. If men of his day didn't do the things he did, like offering their arm, or pulling out the chair for her at a table, he most certainly would do it, for he didn't want to be like other men. He wanted to be special and singled out by her.

They began descending down a slightly slippery, gravelly path that led to the waterfall, and Simon took hold of her upper arm this time as he led her down so that she wouldn’t fall in case she slipped over the loose gravel. He was reminded yet again of how much smaller she was compared to him, and it only heightened his desire to keep her safe.

The gurgle and rush of water from the distant waterfall was soon heard, and a few meters of walking on level ground finally brought them to the waterbody familiar to the men. Johnny cheered like he never saw a waterfall before, loud enough for his voice to echo in the wilderness, and for Lindsey to cover her ears and curse under her breath.

“We're here!”

End of Part 8.

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helaelaemond · 7 months

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Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

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Billy x reader masterlist

Written with established girlfriend/partner reader in mind.

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

soft and tender. He doesn't rush to clean up, and would rather spend the immediate moments after with you in his arms, stroking your cheek, your back, and offering whatever affection you can welcome.

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

he knows how much you love his hands and he learns to take care of them for your sake - hand cream in the winter and when he remembers, letting you cut his cuticles. He also likes when he gets the 'v' across his hips and lower stomach. He loves your breasts, and will utterly worship them for hours if he can.

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

Billy both hates and loves seeing his come on you. On the one hand, he doesn't like 'degrading' you - he's watched enough porn to know that it can be a dirty and degrading thing, and he thinks you're above it. But on the other hand... you ARE his. You belong to him, or at least that's how he feels deep, deep down.

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

when he was lonely, he spent money on personalised camgirl experiences. There's nothing shameful about paying for sexual experiences, but because it was rooted in a lot of his shame and isolation, he would never, ever admit to it. It's his 'dirty' secret.

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

he has experience in both long-term relationships, and short-term arrangements. He's average in bed, nothing amazing in general, but when he's in love with his partner, the depths of his devotion can make sex incredible.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary on the sofa where he can balance himself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the cushion.

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

depends on the situation, and who he's with! When he's with someone he loves, he can really let go and not focus too intensely on what's happening, and so he can laugh more easily. But a lot of the time he puts pressure on himself to 'perform' well - when he's in that mindset, laughter can make him feel laughed at, rather than with. That can make him pretty serious.

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

in his flop era, he's unkempt, on the dirtier side of unkempt. When he's in a stable and healthy relationship, he's always clean. He grooms a bit - trims rather than shaves between his legs. The smattering of hair on his chest is left as is for the most part, but he will occasionally wax. He's not hairy on his back.

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

with a partner he loves, he is very romantic in the moment - he's all soft touches, long looks, devoted kisses. Your comfort and pleasure is paramount to him, and even if he's fucking you within an inch of your life, he still tells you how much he loves you, how good you are for him. If it's slow and steady, he'll stroke your hair and kiss your temple and smile so sweetly at you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he's in a relationship, he jacks off to clear the pipes, as it were. He usually likes to orgasm once every two days or so, but this can vary depending on what anti-depressants he's on. He no longer uses porn to jack off, and you've sent him enough voice notes, videos, photos, for him to find completion with just a few tugs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

daddy kink. This was discovered by accident after he leaned into a soft!dom role. One thing led to another in the moment, and the 'D' word slipped out. He realised that it filled him with pride, because for the first time, he really felt in control, and like he had someone to take care of and make feel good. It's a secret thing that he doesn't share with anyone unless he's in a committed relationship with them.

L = Location (favourite places to fuck)

nothing beats the comfort of home. The sofa is his all time favourite place - not only because it allows for a great number of positions, but because when company comes over, he can look over at it and think of how he had you mewling there an hour ago.

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

Billy is a young man - a gust of wind can get him going. But aside from the obvious (a lingering glance that lasts too long, holding his hand a little too tight, touching his chest innocently, and so on and so forth), being hugged from behind. Feeling you press your body against his from behind, your breasts against his back, your hands on his stomach or chest, makes him feel really good. Being reassured and praised outside of a sexual context also turns him on, because it creates a safe space for him where he feels valued. Feeling safe makes him horny as hell around you.

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

Hardcore BDSM and related activities. More taboo sexual acts don't interest him.

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

Billy Washington is a pussy eating champ. He is a total whore for pussy - he gets on his knees and it's the only thing on his mind. He worships it, devotes himself to it, gets drunk on it. He can come from eating pussy alone, it turns him on so fucking much. If he could only participate in one sexual act for the rest of his life, it would be performing oral. And like a true artist, he's always perfecting his craft.

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

it varies, but he's more likely to be on the slower and more sensual side with someone he loves - you've got all the time in the world, why rush?

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

they're alright, but he'd rather wait hours for a time when you can take your time and enjoy it, rather than rush it. He'd be more up for a mutual handjob to relieve the tension, rather than oral or penetrative sex where he'd prefer to take his time.

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

he's less likely to take risks than his partner. He likes to play it safe in terms of location, but if he does take a risk (for example, with a new position) he's more likely to just give it a go rather than talk about it beforehand (because he's usually too embarrassed to find the words). Usually, whatever you want to try, he'll go along with it!

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

put a cock ring on him, and Billy will last as long as you want him to, even if it makes him red and sore and weeping. In the beginning of his sex life, like many young people, his stamina was minimal. However, as he gets older, and gets properly medicated, his stamina improves. Sometimes the medication means he lasts too long, but that's okay!

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

yes - he has a fleshlight, and for you, he's invested in grinders. He loves to strap one to his thigh and help you grind to orgasm on it. He's also up for small butt plugs, cock rings (vibrating or otherwise), magic wands. Nothing kinky, really, but toys that can enhance your play together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

only a little - he can't deny you anything, really, so if you beg and plead, he's powerless

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

with someone he loves, he can be vocal, especially if he's reassured that his sounds are welcome. The more he's encouraged, the more free he is. Whimpers, soft begs, loud moans, throaty cries - he will let you hear it all, if you'll make him feel safe to do so.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

like most British men, he's uncircumcised. He loves his foreskin being teased.

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

tall and lanky, and he can get definition with minimal effort in the gym. Well hung even when soft, but not well-endowed enough to cause pain.

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

moderate - he's happy to have sex no more than 2-3 times a week, although if you wanted it every day he would definitely be able to keep up. That being said, he is perfectly happy to sort himself out. He'd prefer to cuddle with you in bed every night without you feeling any kind of pressure to engage in acts you're not in the mood for - and he makes sure you know this, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

with someone he loves, he'll fall asleep pretty quick - he feels safe. He wishes he could stay awake longer just to enjoy your company and watch your lovely face, but sometimes the relaxation is just too great, and it's sleep time!

#billy washington #billy washington x reader #billy drabble #ewanverse #ewan nation #billy washington x you #i love him ur honour #mine

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Personalised cushions are a great way to add a personal touch to your home decor. Whether you want to show your love for someone special or just add a unique design to your space, custom cushions are the perfect way to do it. If you are planning to gift it to a loved one there is always something about doing it yourself. Modern technology allows you the pleasure of DIY. You can now easily create personalised cushions with just a few clicks. There are plenty of designs and materials, and you can even upload your own images or text for an even more unique look. Personalised cushions, for your home ensure that your home is one-of-a-kind and truly reflects who you are!

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1. Customised designs: You can create your own design or choose from a variety of pre-made designs, and have it printed onto a cushion cover. This can include photos, artwork, or text, such as a name or meaningful quote. 2. Monogrammed cushions: Monogramming is a classic way to personalize a cushion, and it can be done in a variety of styles, such as embroidery or printing. 3. Personalised photo cushions: You can have your favorite photos printed onto a cushion cover, either in a collage or as a single image. 4. Personalised message cushions: You can have a special message or quote printed onto a cushion cover, either as a standalone text or incorporated into a design. 5. Photo cushions: These cushions feature a favorite photo printed onto the cushion cover. This could be a family photo, a pet photo, or a scenic photo. The photo can be printed in full color or black and white. 6. Message cushions: These cushions feature a special message or quote printed onto the cushion cover. This could be a favorite quote, a love message, or a special date. The text can be printed in a variety of fonts and colors. 7. Pet cushions: These cushions feature a photo or illustration of a beloved pet, along with the pet's name or a special message. These cushions are a great way to honor a furry friend. 8. Wedding cushions: These cushions are often given as gifts for weddings and feature the couple's names, the wedding date, or a special message. They can also be designed to match the wedding colors or theme. 9. Seasonal cushions: These cushions are designed to celebrate a specific holiday or season, such as Christmas or Halloween. They may feature a festive design or a personalised message related to the holiday or season.

So if you are looking for a good gift option or to bring in your personal touch to your space, you can give a thought to personalised anniversary cushions.

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flowerscakesonline2023 · 3 months

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callahancreation · 1 year

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The infant will adore staring at it as they develop their facial recognition skills, and it will be a precious reminder of how small they once were to their parents. Present a Handmade Crochet Baby Blanket to show your love for the baby.

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crimsoncorpz · 2 years

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War of the Roses (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Warnings: Cute, fluffy, kissing, she thinks he's cheating

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Note: gif is not mine, credit where credit is due! I just felt inspired to write this.

“Welcome to our War of the Roses segment of the show, Y/N. So you’ve been noticing some issues with your boyfriend?” Alec, the main host of the radio show, kicked off the segment.

I cleared my throat, “Uh, yes.”

“Alright, why don’t you tell us what’s going on?”

I held the phone to my ear, feeling nervous as I got up from my seat to pace the living room. “So, my boyfriend, JJ, has been working later, taking more odd jobs than what’s usual, and his phone never leaves his side. He’s been blowing off hanging out with me to quote unquote work, yet he still has time for his friends.”

Suzi, a co-host, piped up, “That does actually seem sus.”

“Right? Thank you!” I felt a jolt of relief my feelings were validated.

“Oh yeah, totally. Especially blowing you off, but still going out with friends,” she said.

“Well, wait a sec,” Joey chimed in, the third host of the show. “Is your birthday around the corner? Or a special anniversary?”

I sat on the couch, my fingers tapping against my knee as I thought about it. “No, not that I can think of. Our third year anniversary was like six months ago, and birthdays are in the next few months, but not significant ones?”

“Hmm, well there goes my ideas,” Joey sighed. I could almost hear him shrug.

I sighed, slumping in the cushion as I felt defeated. “So then he’s definitely cheating.”

Alec jumped in, “No, no, it could be something else, but this is why you’ve come to the show, right? To find out?”

I nodded before realising they couldn’t see me. “Yeah.”

“Alright, well we’ll be right back with War of the Roses after a song,” Alec stated, the beginning sounds of some Justin Bieber song beginning to play.

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“We’re in the middle of War of the Roses with Y/N who thinks her boyfriend, JJ is cheating on her. She is sus since he isn’t really around much, works all day and night, takes odd jobs, but yet still makes time to hang out with his friends.” Alec stated.

“And hides his phone,” Suzi added quickly.

“Oh yes, and hides his phone. So what we’re going to do is call up JJ pretending to be a floral shop and offer to send him a dozen roses, absolutely free, with a card that he can send to anyone he wants.” Alec continued. “Okay, Y/N?”

“Sounds good,” I breathed, getting up from the couch. I pulled the phone away from my ear, putting it on speaker while muting myself too.

The line didn’t even ring before I heard my boyfriends voice, which was odd since he was supposed to be working. “Hello?”

“Hi is this JJ?” Suzi began, putting on a sweeter voice.

“Uh, yeah, who’s this?”

“Oh I’m sorry, this is Jackie from Kildare Flowers, we’re a new business on the island and we’re doing a promotion right now of delivering a dozen red roses to someone you wish, absolutely free. I won’t even ask for a credit card.”

I began pacing again, nervous this whole thing could go wrong and he doesn’t take the bait.

“Oh yeah? Sounds legit.” I knew she had him hooked at this point.

“Very legit! Do you have anyone you want to send these flowers to?”

“Yeah, uh, her name is Y/N L/N.”

“Okay,” I heard some keys tapping as if she were really taking down the information, making the ruse seem even more real. “And we offer a card that you can personalise. Is there anything you want me to put on the card?”

JJ was silent for a minute, thinking about whatever he wanted to say. “Can you put, ‘I’m ready to take the next step with you, hopefully you are too. Will you marry me?’”

What?

I quickly unmuted myself, “What was that?”

“Y/N?” JJ asked, seeming surprised to hear my voice over the phone.

“Oh damn! Well JJ, this is actually the Kildare Radio Show, I’m Alec and I’m in the studio with Suzi and Joey, and your girlfriend, Y/N, is actually on the phone, right now.”

“I thought you were cheating on me,” I paced, wringing out my free hand as I gripped the phone a little tighter in my other. “You want to marry me?”

He was silent for a moment. “Why don’t you come outside real quick.”

Outside? I looked toward the front door, quickly making my way over and throwing it open.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Suzi asked, losing the sweet tone in her voice.

Outside was JJ, dressed up all nice yet still wearing his red hat backwards on his blonde head, our friends behind him holding up a large poster board that read ‘Will You Marry Me?’. As soon as I stepped outside, JJ bent down on one knee and smiling at me.

“Sounds like he’s proposing right now,” Alec spoke from my phone, still trying to keep the show going.

I was feeling all sorts of emotions at the moment. I felt stupid for calling the show, I felt excited that he wasn’t cheating, and I was thrilled that he wanted to marry me. “Are you serious right now?” I jogged over to him, wanting to hug him to death at this point.

“I mean, this wasn’t exactly how I wanted to propose, but it doesn’t matter since everyone is here anyway,” JJ told me. He rose quickly, engulfing me in a loving embrace as I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. He makes me so happy, how could I ever think he would cheat on me? “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely yes!” I let him slip a cute gold band on my finger. “Is this why you’ve been working so much lately?”

He nodded as our friends cheered behind us, “I had to work some extra jobs to afford the gold band. I wanted to get you something you could be proud to wear but I can’t afford a diamond yet.”

I shook my head, smiling up at him, “I don’t need a diamond, J. This is perfect.” I pulled him toward me, giving him a kiss with all the love I could muster. He was the best boyfriend I could have ever hoped for, now fiancee.

“Yay!” a collective cheer rang out from my phone, alerting me to the show I had been apart of not five minutes before.

“Oh, sorry! He proposed and I said yes!” I explained, pulling away from JJ’s lips. “Thanks for helping me, but he’s clearly not cheating.”

“Well congratulations! Too bad more of these couples don’t end up like this,” Suzi sighed. I agreed with her, but not all guys were like mine; loyal.

I ended the phone call before kissing my man again quickly. He smiled into the kiss and broke away to pull us closer to our group of friends who were super excited for us. Sarah and Kiara were gushing about the cute gold band while JJ was being clapped on the back by John B and Pope.

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giftalove · 3 months

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The Ultimate Guide to Online Anniversary Gifts for Couples

Anniversaries are special occasions that mark the milestones of your love journey with your partner. But finding the perfect gift can be a daunting task, especially if you are shopping online.

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