A year ago, talking to an AI companion meant typing into a text box and imagining the rest. Lately the experience has shifted, and SweetDream is one of the clearest examples of where things are heading. The platform at sweetdream.ai now offers video calls with select characters, and that single feature has quietly reframed what people expect from an AI girlfriend.
What stands out, observing how users talk about it, is how naturally the video fits into the rest of the experience. SweetDream lets you design your companion from the ground up, her looks, her voice, her backstory, the little quirks that make her feel specific rather than generic. Then it layers on emotionally intelligent chat, lifelike voice calls, and remarkably good AI-generated photos and videos. A live video call becomes the obvious next step rather than a gimmick bolted on.
It's tempting to lump every AI companion service together, but the gap shows up in details like this. SweetDream treats privacy as non-negotiable and treats the video call as something to be done well, not just advertised. The result reads less like a feature checklist and more like a platform that actually understands what people want from this kind of connection.
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♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3
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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what you’re wearing, he’ll always do a double take, smile, and say:
“It looks cuter on you, keep it.”
Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.
He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.
“Y/N?” he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.
“Hmm?”
“C’mere for a sec, ‘need yer help with something.”
You turned your corridor’s lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.
“Boo.”
“Ahhh,” you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.
“The skeleton checks out,” you quipped, rolling your eyes.
Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. It’s honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.
“You ready to go?” you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordan’s.
“Wait, I forgot something.”
You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.
You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.
“Aw, such a gentlemen.”
You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.
Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, you’d grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. He’s fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillows… is that something he should be taking note of?
“That’s it, let it all out.” He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.
Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when he’s bored.
“Y’know ink poison is a thing, right?” you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.
“Eh… you’ll live, dove.”
The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. They’ll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.
Bf!Ghost can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with him. He will not go to sleep until he’s forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows you’re unaware of how many nights he’s kept himself up just because you wouldn’t talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.
Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - it’s always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as he’s resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere he’d turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and you’re suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,
“Simon!” you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.
Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.
It’s his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and he’s casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.
“The misses got me this,” or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.
Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But he’s just continually found himself having them and each time it’s at night. He’s not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, well… sometimes. But the urge for a good ol’ beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasn’t even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking ‘shots’.
Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. He’d inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, that’s when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.
Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, you’d silently endure in each other’s company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. You’d just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.
Bf!Gaz walked in on you sleeping on your raw mattress; no bedsheet in sight. You were in the middle of deep cleaning the house for when he was going to return from deployment, wiping every crevice, doing the laundry and cleaning then changing everything out - but you were exhausted from sleepless nights of missing him whilst changing the bedsheet and just passed out whilst doing the task at hand. So, he finishes everything up for you, cleaning, cooking and even finishing up that bedsheet.
You woke up still tired, surprised then overwhelmed with joy.
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♡Summary: Bf!ChrisMcLean with a dominant boyfriend. (Reader)
Warnings: Very smutty, minors skedaddle! Degrading, praising kink, spanking, jealousy, Chris kinda being a whore.
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Dom!Reader loves reducing poor, poor Chris to merely nothing but a whimpering mess. You almost laugh at the way he’s all big-talk and tough on his show, and the way he effortlessly fronts this sturdy image in front of others, but when it’s just you two you’ll easily have him squirming and pleading underneath you - begging for more and your mercy.
Dom!Reader couldn’t help but notice Chris flirting with other men; for their attention and your reaction. Either nodding along and sweetly batting his eyelashes at them whenever they spoke or holding their hands for way longer then what’s typically appropriate if they were handing him something. These men would almost always entertain his antics and they’ve just unwillingly met their sworn enemies for life - you. You glared holes into the back of their skull, impatiently tap your foot and wait for them to finish their prolonged, meaningless small talk or you’d passive aggressively clear your throat at them, reminding them of your clearly disregarded presence. He was yours, you needed him to know that. So, as soon as it’s just you two, you jump at the opportunity to make him suck your cock clean from base to tip, a punishment for when he misbehaves or acts up to show him who’s in charge.
“Tell me you won’t pull some stupid shit like that again,” you irritably huffed, lifting his head up from your glistening, throbbing cock with a handful of his hair in your grasp.
“I promise,” he mindlessly babbled, wiping some of the precum that trickled down the side of his face with his thumb.
“You promise, what?” you asked expectedly, further turning his head to make him meet your cold, sultry gaze.
“I promise, sir.”
Dom!Reader loves the sweet sounds of Chris’s needy whines, moans and whimpers. You mercilessly rutted your hard cock into him as he helplessly arches his back, clawing his fingers into whatever fabric is underneath him. You’d hold his flimsy back up that seemingly gave out with each second that passed, supporting him by his hips and giving you more access to pound into him.
“So close,” you praised, talking over his endless pleading, “keep taking me like the good boy you are.” You loved it when he kept his back in a pretty arch all for you to use as your seed filled him to the brim. He weakly shoved his face into your mattress; trying to muffle his grunts.
Your gruff and exasperated voice praising him always got him off, making him cum pathetically fast.
Dom!Reader has to punish Chris for being so comfortable with those male bartenders nearly every time you guys go clubbing. You pushed him onto your bed, pinning his body underneath you.
“I didn’t meant it like that, I promise. I was only being friendly to him,” he said, giggling, alcohol tinged into his breath as he spoke.
“Oh, really now?” you asked, amusement heavy in your tone. Your lips forcefully collided with his as you cupped the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Sometimes, you needed to kiss the attitude and stupidity out of his mouth. You pulled him in even closer than before, making this kiss even more passionate and intense by tenfold. You both took sultry breathing breaks amidst kisses, deeply holding onto one another for leverage as you practically attacked each other with your tongues - each one battling for dominance. His was more drowsy from all those copious shots that evidently got to his head.
Dom!Reader’s favourite way of punishing and teasing Chris was having him bent over your lap so you could spank him whenever he misbehaved, leaving him sore with red marks as uncontainable tears pricked at his eyes. You ignored his helpless cries and pleads, in fact - they would only fuel you to be more passionate and harsh with each spank, leaving him more tender than the last one did.
“This one’s for being such a needy whore,” you asserted, striking at his sore, reddened ass yet again with the flat of your palm.
“Please, I’m— sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, writhing around in your stronghold.
You tried your hardest to ignore the hard-ons you got from seeing Chris of all people so vulnerable and needy by continuing to ruthlessly strike him over and over again, giving him a lesson he’s bound to never forget. Just as you decided to stop, having a pitiable amount of mercy on him, you slowly and lightly began caressing his poor and sensitive ass, catching him off guard but making him feel immensely more relieved at the luxury of not being in a constant stinging and rousing pain.
“I’ll stop if you just fuckin’ behave every once in a while,” you professed, still rubbing soft circles on his ass, feeling some sympathy for him. But you were met with a silence from his end as he was still recovering from the aftershock of the pain. Because of his silence, you continued. He flinched at the sudden revisited pain and the daunting realising that he had to endure this relentless torture yet again for the next few minutes.
“Don’t think I’m letting you off so easily now, huh?”
Dom!Reader noticed Chris’s sulky demeanour and pouty lips after he’s been spanked. You couldn’t help but think of all the sinful ways you could use those pretty, pouty lips. Either parting them with your fingers and force him to suck on them just to get off at the sight of him gagging on them and his drool trickled down them or make him gag on and suck your cock all over again. He’d desperately whimper as you make him suck more of your dick by bucking your hips up, make him gag at the sudden movements. He’d suck on your sensitive tip at the perfect amount of pressure and still lap up and swallow all your cum, just for you.
“Putting that cocky mouth to good use, aren’t you, pet?” you asked, grinning, wiping his tears away with your thumb.
Dom!Reader laughs at Chris’s failed attempts of him trying to be dominant, too. He’d back you into a wall, trap you into his arms and try his best to look intimidating. The only thing he looked at best was cute. He still had to look up to meet your gaze, and you were both fully aware that you could easily have him left with tears dribbling down his face as he quivers from all the soreness in the sensitive areas. It doesn’t even matter if you’re praising or degrading him, he’s always going to be the one begging.
♡Summary: Bf!Ghost meets and adapts to your furry friends.
Bf!Ghost watched as you lined all your cats up for a roll call. They peered at the towering, bulky man standing before them as their eyes instantaneously dilated like black marbles. Your cats who were more on the more defensive side slightly shied away from him - downturning their ears and keeping their heads low.
“So, here’s Coco,” you began, gesturing at the small, dark brown kitten who was comfortably tucked away into a kitten loaf. “Here’s Bambi - you can easily remember her ‘cuz Bambi’s a very fluffy fatty,” in which she was - a round, white, furry ragdoll. She kept her gaze intently fixed onto Simon, like if she were to look away he’d suddenly disappear. “This is Rocky, and that’s Benjamin—“
“Benjamin?” he asked, his expression suddenly growing in amusement.
“It’s a long story, okay?” you groaned, playfully nudging him for mocking your precious baby’s name. “It’s complicated. But, she is in fact a girl and it’s Benny for short.”
Nodding along to your words whenever you spoke, he felt obscurely intrigued by the cats displayed in front of him. He never thought he’d be willingly standing in the same room as a cat - let alone multiple cats being the massive dog person he is. The dogs he were familiar with ranged from big and tough ones or soft and cuddly ones, like Golden Retrievers and many others.
“And then… there’s Milo.” You finished, pointing at blank air, “he’s always hiding when guests are over. I’d be surprised if you even get to see what he looks like in person,” you giggled, amused with the thought of Simon never getting to meet who you sent him pictures and videos of the most; either if it was Milo doing silly things in the silliest of places or random videos of him. He had dark, indistinguishable fur, so he can easily hide and observe others from a distance and go unnoticed like a cute shadow.
Bf!Ghost didn’t really plan on interacting with your cats despite how adorable they were. They didn’t really want to interact with him, either. It’s a win-win. It was like they were fearful to go up to him, but in all honestly, he doesn’t bite. Everyone else but Bambi understood this, she never shies away from being a friendly, clingy extrovert; she’d rub her whiskers against his ankles and purr into him as if she was making her mark on him, indirectly claiming him as her second owner. The moment you weren’t in the room, they all seemingly scattered away like a harsh wind was being blown on sand.
He couldn’t help but be astonished with the thought of how much time you must commit into all the feeding, petting, cleaning or changing their ‘doo-doo boxes’, (as you simply put it). Even their toys, food packets and cave beds are organised - and they’re well behaved. They rarely fight or quarrel with each other or cats that they’re unfamiliar with. He even remembers seeing Rocky playing outside with some random cat. He shared his tuna snack with them, as well as kindly befriending them. You had incredible motherly skills when it came to that massive, ever-growing kitten family.
Bf!Ghost has a sleek black sketchbook where he draws hyper-realistic wild animals in his free time. They’re all very high in detail and quality, he only uses a mechanical pencil or a scarce amount of materials when he draws. Drawing was an effective and productive distraction from all else. The contents inside where more on the edgier side; menacing skulls, roaring bears, large lions - things along those lines. Being the artist he was, he noticed how still your cats could be despite their energetic outbursts. They were always calm and still in the cutest of poses like the kitty loaf or when they poke their bellies out when stretching. He couldn’t help but draw Coco who was sleeping on your living room carpet, freely extending her limbs out with her eyes closed as she endearingly purred to herself. Her snout was in a cutely shaped w, like she was warmly smiling. She was basically an adorable muse that was longing to be drawn, and so he got to work, darting his gaze between his sketchbook and Coco’s restated state, methodically stroking lines with his pencil his sketchbook’s high-quality paper. He tried his best to capture her cuteness, like a photographer who just copy and pasted the kitten onto paper - and all with a pencil and a spare amount of time. He was now a professional printer who drew your kittens quite often. But, they all looked so out of place amongst the sketchbook’s general theme. For one page you could get an ominous wolf or a dark, sinister raven, the next page you get a wholesome sketch of Bambi snuggling Benny, adorably falling asleep in each other’s warmth with hearts around it. Everyone else in the cat family had been drawn… except for Milo. He hasn’t even seen him up close, the closest thing Simon’s gotten to him is the sound of his anxious footsteps scurrying away from areas he picked up on Simon’s lingering scent.
Bf!Ghost got your cats to gradually open up to him, it was a more of a tedious process for Milo, though. He couldn’t help but want to pet them. They slightly flinched the first times he’d touch them, but they still mutually endured in the feeling of his hands enveloped around and gently stroked them. His clothes would be stained in their fur after, but he doesn’t really mind it as he’s too busy living in the moment. The way they closed their eyes, purred and melted into his touch and softly vibrated was all too worth it. You love taking in the sight of him being so adoring with them, despite him being very keen on dogs rather than cats.
He befriended everyone else, but he was still left defeated - he needed the last family member to come say hello to him. He’d crouch down next to the cupboard, where Milo was hiding under, and softly coo to him like he could actually understand a word he was saying,
“‘ts alright, buddy, ‘m not gonna hurt ya,” he teased one of the rat toys in his hand under the cupboard’s gap, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of his paw reaching out to try claw at it but the only thing he got in response was Milo’s nervous footsteps further rummaging into the darkness for protection.
Bf!Ghost went out of his way to buy tuna treats, mostly for trying to teach them tricks as a satirical experiment. But he’d fail about each and every time, sigh in defeat before giving them the tuna snack, just for being ineffably cute and greedily meowing at the mere scent of it. Their eyes always curiously dilated and heads would slightly crooked to the side, being confused at the British man crouching down besides them, repeating “Siitttt, c’mon. Sit,” whilst wagging the treat in the air as an offer for their compliance. He gave up with the in vain tricks and tried fetch. He tossed one of their toys across the room, whenever one of them got it they’d zealously claw at it with their sharp teeth. He expectedly waved the snack around, expecting them to return with the toy in their mouth.
Long story short, it never works.
That was until you were watching. He promised you that Rocky knew how to play fetch, knowing that he would only sink his paws into the toy that’s been thrown instead of returning it.
Rocky ran towards the tossed toy, briefly clawed at it, then somehow returned with it in his mouth, nearly dropping it on the way.
“I never knew Rocky was such a good boy!” you exclaimed, astonishment heavy in your tone. You knelt down besides him and contently pet his multi-coloured beige and brown fur for his supernatural achievement.
Simon was honestly shocked. After all his attempts, all it took was for you to be there so it to actually work. He casually played this off like he taught them how to play fetch with a smug expression.
“Yeah, they learnt from the best.” He teased, gesturing to himself like he’s made the decade’s biggest discovery.
Bf!Ghost would gently ruff your kitties fur and subconsciously say, “Who’s a good kitten? Who’s the cutest kitten?” as he did. Even though his petting style was akin to how you’d pet a dog, he was still super soft and gentle in doing so. He just can’t help but express his dog person personality, even with cats.
Bf!Ghost is used a human bed by these cats. They playfully squabble over who gets to sleep on Simon or who’s turn it was, jumping on his lap for attention or meowing in front of him, demanding pets and praises.
The most precious moment he’s had so far is when both Benny and Coco fell asleep on him at the same time without disputing; they were both too still, warm and tired.
Bf!Ghost was having a movie night with you. In the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny, dark critter moving around. He just dismissed it, assuming it was just Bambi who would just meow for him to pet her again. That was until he noticed that he hasn’t seen this curious creature before.
Lo and behold… Milo. Here he was, living and breathing, standing right in front him. He turned to you, checking if you were witnessing this as well, but you were already half asleep and on the verge of dozing off right on your couch. Milo leapt and curled onto his lap, warmly purring. He shot you another unsure look, knowing damn well that when you woke up and if he were to tell you about this, you wouldn’t believe him for a second. But, Simon gladly gave into him, feeling a sense of achievement whilst petting Milo’s short, slick and dark fur. His in vain attempts of getting him to come meet him finally deterred. He fondly smiled to himself and the timid kitten curled up before him.
Bf!Ghost has finally met your whole kitten family, sharing wholesome, funny and rather confusing moments together. The thought of petting so many cats in such a short period of time never crossed his mind - let alone befriending and growing bonds with them. It’s like he became a part of you guys. You, the organised and caring mother. Your cats, great snuggle buddies for when you’re having sleeping troubles and also your adorable children you’d do anything to protect and care for and Simon, the newest addition and ‘farther figure’ of this family.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I’ll drop a König version later for sure😭!!
✎: I’m going to drop so many Spider Noir blogs from now you have no idea (as well as Ghost… from COD😛)
♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Spider Noir !!<3
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Bf!Noir is more on the traditional and old fashioned side, and it’s the cutest thing ever. He doesn’t miss a beat to knock on your door when it’s Valentine’s day, wearing his best cologne and suit, making his best efforts to look as presentable as possible with a vibrant bouquet, a romantic letter and a box of your favourite chocolates. It makes you fall in love with him more and more by the minute. It’s another one of the things you love most about him. He’s also the type of traditional to open the car door for you, say “ladies first” or put an arm on your shoulder/waist to guide you through bustling crowds.
Bf!Noir makes frequent check ups. He’s a tad bit inconsistent with his timing but he’ll usually come late, like noon or night. He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and not too less to seem redundant. He couldn’t help but care for your well-being. If you were to text him, he’d arrive at your front door as soon as possible.
You just finished changing into your pyjamas, got your snacks and a snug blanket. You were planning on putting on a movie before going to bed. Your window somehow opened and closed, like it had a mind of it’s own. This didn’t catch you off guard, you were used to this.
“What are we watching?” Noir asked, sitting besides and wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you skimmed over your Netflix watch list.
Noir doing his weekly and partially late check ups was nothing new to you. He felt a vague sense of relief when he saw you with no bruises, cuts or injuries as he can’t forgive himself each and every time se saw you hurt, even if it wasn’t his fault.
Bf!Noir gave you gifts, this soon became was a mutual thing, where gift receiving was your guys’s love language. He rarely asks for what you want when he gets you them, he just has this divine intuition when it comes to it. You always follow up with a, “Holy shit, how did you know?” or “I’ve been wanting this for decades,” as you happily took whatever he was presenting you with and embracing him in a tight hug, peppering his face in kisses. Most of the time, he’ buys you things because it made him think about you. He restricts himself from doing this every single time he looks at something and you’re his first thought, because then you’d have never-ending heaps and heaps of products, clothes, items and expensive gifts. He just loves spoiling you.
Bf!Noir enjoys and is grateful each and every time you made him dinner whenever you knew he was going to come around. He always had the same amount of gratitude, and if not, he’d show even more than the before when eating your cooking.
Bf!Noir took note of your little ‘hat thief habit’ where you’d take and wear his dark detective hat whenever he came over. He thinks it looks cuter on you, anyways. It slowly became akin to a tradition, and you couldn’t help but do a posh, plummy upper class accent if you were wearing it.
This one time he forgot it at yours. Later on, he came over to collect it upon realising. When you answered the door you playfully tilted it down at him in greetings and grinned at him for the sole purpose of teasing him.
“Lookin’ smart, detective L/N.” He chuckled, taking it from you and placing it on his head.
Bf!Noir is a committed man, he’s committed to you and his work. He has a good balance between those two things. You’re still and always going to be his number one priority; he loves and would drop everything just to protect you.
Bf!Noir had to warm up to the iPhone and other modern day technology, and he did so with you.
He was bored, you were bored. You guys started exchanging messages. These messages slowly transitioned into you guys playing satirical games amongst yourselves before you came up with the idea of playing a lighthearted game involving emojis. He’s not used to these tiny, cute pictograms on his keyboard. They’re all so colourful and bright… and cute!
Y/N: 😺😽🙀lol they have cute kitty faces too !!
Noir: 🪆When would anyone use this in your typical day to day conversation? 🪅 or this one…
Y/N: 😭😭😭i can’tt
Noir: What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? What does that crying face mean. Should I come over?
Y/N: Peter.
(Noir reacted 🤔 to your message).
And when he finally warmed up and got used to things, you guys played this emoji story game; making elaborate stories with emojis and taking turns guessing the storyline - which he was unsurprisingly good at no matter how vague or hard you tried making them.
Bf!Noir loves a good brain-teaser; making him an overly skilled ‘puzzle mastermind’.
You found this large jigsaw puzzle in your garage and laid it out in your coffee table, determined to finish it. It was conveniently misplaced as you were trying to find something productive to pass time, anyways. The pieces were fairly small, and there was a ton of them. As you poured them out onto your tables surface, you couldn’t help but mentally reconsider doing this as you listened to the nonstop clattering of them falling and pouring, like a never ending waterfall of puzzle pieces.
Fortunately, you invited Noir over not too long ago - before you even started doing this. He was met with the sight of you trying to solve a Paris themed jigsaw, you only got around to some of the corner pieces in about five minutes.
“What do we have here?” he asked, taking his black trench coat off before settling down besides you.
You explained your need for ‘a good brain exercise’ as your hands and gaze were still hyper-focusing still trying to fit some pieces onto others. He reached his hand out, subconsciously helping you in doing so like it’s just in his nature. He effortlessly found their proper places in lightning speed.
“I know you’re gonna finish it anyways,” you giggled, watching how quick he was working.
“Probably not. I’m only doing a few, anyways,” he said, contradictory to how he finished the entire thing before he or you even realised it.
You both laughed off his witty habits before admiring the jigsaw masterpiece of the Eiffel Tower. He made a memorable promise to you, gently cupping your face and meeting your gaze before saying it. He promised he would actually take you to Paris one day to make up for it. And how that he would take you to see the whole world together before planting a soft kiss on your head through his mask. You guys spent the rest of your time together zealously discussing countries on your bucket list.
Bf!Noir takes you to fancy dinners. He admired the sight of you, the warm restaurant lights shadowed you in a beautiful glow as you skimmed over the extravagant menu, looking as gorgeous as ever in doing so. He’d listen to you and whatever soft jazz that faintly buzzed through the restaurant’s atmosphere as you both enjoyed each other’s company.
Bf!Noir loves taking you to his house every now and then. It’s size was comparable to a mansion; a dark, mysterious mansion. It honestly reflected him quite well. The overall colours were monotone and dark - although there were subtle splashes of colour here and there. Everything you can think of is in there - even a library. There’s intricate details on his staircase’s banister, an office that he takes great pride in and spends most of his time in and lavish painting peppered around the walls. He seldom lets people into the safety of his house, so him letting you come over felt amazing - it felt amazing knowing he could trust you so much. He always feels the need to wipe down every single crevice before you come over, despite him already being super organised.
Bf!Noir was smoking a dimly lit cigarette as you both admired the tranquil city at night from your balcony. He blew his smoke away from you, subtly turning his head and parting his lips away from you as he puffed it out. You both listened to the wind, the faint honks from cars, vehicles zooming past and watched the city lights illuminate buildings like twinkling stars. It was all such a perfect, intimate and calm moment. You gestured for him to lend you a cigarette. He took the one in his mouth out and offered it to you - you took it and giggled at his antics.
“I had another pack, I swear,” he chucked, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.
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You guys made a lighthearted, satire bet that slowly got serious and competitive; whoever loses had to be the ‘dog of the day’.
He knew he was going to win.
…he didn’t.
This is basically torture for him - torture that he has to endure for the next 6 hours.
Doggy!König has a massive praising kink. He would never admit to the hard one he gets as he’s on his knees whilst you ruff his hair, petting him like he’s a dog.
“Good boy, who’s a good boy? You are, yes you are! Yes you are!”
Doggy!König’s face flushed as he shies his gaze away from you upon realising how pathetic this all was. You’d cup his head and turn it your way; make him look at you.
Doggy!König who was spoon fed everything like he’s an incompetent child, even if he only wants a snack. This man eats a lot - a lot, I mean just look at the size of him. Your arm ends up being sore from all the spoon-feeding.
Doggy!König came in his pants after you were non-stop praising and touching him. You didn’t even think much of it in the moment. To you, this was all just a wholesome and playful game. He felt pathetic, he was trying so hard not to, he swears !! He hated how his cock pathetically twitched in his pants and how he made poor attempts at trying to hide it from you.
Poor thing…
Doggy!König gets sent to timeout when he talks and isn’t barking to get your attention, or if he isn’t constantly on his hands and knees for you. He tried protesting that this was getting too out of hand, you shushed him by placing a finger on his lips, gave him more time for talking and shooed him away. He rolled his eyes and sulked, deeply regretting all his life decisions that led him to this moment as he moped in the ‘naughty corner’.
Doggy!König hated the leash. You’d tug at it, usher for him to bark as he tells you he’s a good boy - he’ll be a good boy for you. He couldn’t stand seeing you being all pouty if he refused to so…
Doggy!König wants to do nothing more than to rip off the dumb dog ears on his head and the flimsy collar encircling his neck. It was like a constant reminder of how malleable he was being right now. He was a tough and large man. Now, he’s over here kneeling in front of you. And for the first time ever, he had to pathetically look up to meet your gaze.
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A/N: The Russian blue cat for Simon is especially true, it takes time for them to get used to people or surroundings they’re unfamiliar with - them bitches is super fast too :( but they give a good cuddle!! and they don’t really socialise with the other kitties, but when they’re ready they’ll come say hi or share their food :)) but not too much cus they greedy asf😒. ok bye,, mwah !!
Could I get anything you're comfortable writing at the moment with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader?? It can be a HC/Drabble/Fic, (N)SFW are both too cool.
There's just such less content for him, I'll be happy with anything you're willing to share.
Headcanons of Dating Alejandro
✎: thank u for requesting bb!!💕💕 imma drop something with val soonnn
♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Alejandro Vargas.
Bf!Alejandro loves going on date nights with you at fancy restaurants. Everything is on him - don’t even think about bringing your wallet. You’re his princess so just let him take care of you! He’s always so loving and affectionate with you after the dates. It’s just you guys, your fancy wine glasses and some delicate music faintly humming in the background. The music slowly drifts you to sleep as you fell asleep in his arms.
Bf!Alejandro is a high maintenance guy - probably more high maintenance than you. How do you think this man stays so gorgeous all the time? You guys have a fun time bonding over this. You’d do your skincare with or for each other every other night. He knows all the right acids and chemicals to apply and all these these vitamins and whatnot. He’s a professional when it comes to staying gorgeous and maintaining healthy skin.
Bf!Alejandro gives you an unlimited amount of pet names in Spanish, like ‘amor’, ‘mi vida’ or ‘querida’, among many others. They never fail to give you the same butterflies in your stomach with the way they just easily roll off his tongue.
Bf!Alejandro is old-fashioned and modern all at the same time. He’d say, “Ladies first” to have manners and possibly to stare at your ass as you walk in front of him and so maybe he can playfully slap/grab it. He holds your purse for you to slip something inside for you to find later, like his ring or some silver jewellery. He finds himself smiling when he sees you wearing whatever he left inside your purse.
Bf!Alejandro is the magician of the relationship; say anything and he’d make it come true to see a smile on your face. If you were to talk about a country or someplace that’s on your bucket list he’d have a first class seat booked for you both in no time.
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“You know you didn’t have to do this,” you said, reminding him for what feels like the millionth time. You sat on your lavish plane seat that was allocated next to Alejandro’s, you found yourself sinking into the seat’s soft fabric. You never wanted to part from it although you only just sat down.
“You know I had to,” he replied, knowingly grinning at you before opening his fruit container he previously got from a flight attendant and popping one in his mouth.
Bf!Alejandro wore the tacky bracelet you gave him like his life depended on it. You only made it when you were bored, so you had no idea it would be this big of a deal to him. You made it his favourite colour, and added some charms, not thinking much about it. You were expecting it to be gone in the next week - day, even. But a whole month or two later and it’s still superglued to his wrist. It was extremely contrary and out of place to the luxurious gold and silver bracelets adorned on his wrist - but he still never forgets to wear it everyday.
Bf!Alejandro cares for you - a lot. He would go great lengths to take care of you even though you couldn’t even be bothered to do these things for yourself.
On a random weekday, you felt extremely fatigued and down in the dumps, refusing to move a muscle. You didn’t wake up not even to eat - even getting a quick snack seemed too exhausting for you. You don’t know what it was, but Alejandro miraculously fixed it.
You groggily stumbled over to the sudden knock on your door, sleeplessly rubbing your eyes. Your your fuzzy robe and slippers were still on as you answered. You were met with the sight of Alejandro holding a bag of your favourite, expensive and delicious takeout and a genuine smile on his face.
“I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I bought it for you anyways.”
You couldn’t help but beam a smile and chuckle,
“Where would I be without you?”
Bf!Alejandro gives a good message. After having long, stressful work days you’d have your shower before he gets to work. He effortlessly eases all the tense, sore and tender spots; unknotting them m like they were some flimsy ribbon. His hands were so warm and skilled, and you were in heaven receiving the most relaxing massage yet.
Bf!Alejandro goes out of his way to buy every single thing you have on your oddly specific and intricate shopping list. If he were to send you a ‘I’m shopping, do you want anything?’ you’d triple or quadruple text him everything you want, where their aisle is and the brands that made them. He’d go on a superficial adventure around the grocery store to look for and buy them for you.
Bf!Alejandro gets you the cutest, vibrant and most beautiful bouquets. Upon receiving them, your mouth hangs agape and swiftly transitions into a smile - you excitedly squeak instinctively each and every time. The next bouquet you receive never fails to be more impressive than the last one. You take care of these botanicals like they’re your children. Gardening every now and then was therapeutic for you anyways. You subconsciously admire the petal’s intricate details each time you watered them. There’s usually no occasion when he gives you flowers, he just feels like showing you with gifts and love.
Bf!Alejandro never fails to stress how much he loves you; how he would kill and die for you. His pupils noticeably dilate whenever he makes eye contact, and an uncontainable smile forms across his face when something reminds him of you in the slightest.
Bf!Alejandro’s face would be stained and speckled with distinguishable lip prints whenever you wore his favourite shade of your lipstick. He’s drawn to the feeling of your lips softly planting on his cheek; you never stop at just one kiss. It’s like you have to cover his entire face like a blank canvas that’s longing to be worked on with your lips as you tease him amidst kisses.
Bf!Alejandro says sweet nothings to you in Spanish that always seamlessly make your heart flutter.
You don’t understand a word he’s saying, well - maybe a word or two, but what you certainly do understand is his tone - that low, raspy voice with that teasing grin playing at his lips. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t know how it makes you feel-
Bf!Alejandro loves you - but he can be a bit passive aggressively in expression his love passive at times. It’s just what he’s used to, and you’ve grown used to it, too. You can’t deny that you adore his assertiveness in everything and anything he does even when it comes to loving you.
