Willing to sell my soul for SSRs

cause baby you're my number number number number one~

and you're the only only only only one~

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im late!!! this was suppose to be done for victors birthday but i didn't finish it in time because of work 😔 but i wanted to do something special for this boi so i took my time instead.

this is my first "seriously" taken animation. not as smooth as i would have hoped but thats why theres room for improvement!

Gavin

Okay, he’s a beginner don’t be too harsh

He was introduced to the game via having a mini argument with MC, and then suddenly

BOOM challenged to UNO

He has no idea what he’s doing

He ends up with eleven cards and the absolute tension in the room is unbearable

How??? Did a game of cards get this intense???

He never expected to feel betrayed when MC put down her final card and said Uno.

He was quiet afterwards

He looked pretty defeated to be honest

You can expect he challenged for a rematch

...and lost

He doesn’t know if he admires how this incredible girl beat him in a game of luck or not

Highkey gets into the game but won’t say it

Lucien

Lucien has plenty of knowledge about this game for some reason

First time he played with MC was just sitting at a local cafe, meeting up about some show material

Then asked her randomly when she seemed to be getting worked up over the workload

Maybe not a smart move to relieve tension but it did take her mind off of it

Has never lost a match, somehow

Every time it’s MC’s turn, he stares her dead into the eye

Unnerving

MC felt so many emotions during that card game, it should’ve been illegal

She started sniffling when he had the last card in hand

The betrayal was deep, and she had to contain tears back because there were people in the shop and an elderly couple kept looking at her like she was a madman

‘Uno.’

The absolute look of adoration was in Lucien’s eyes when he watched her just pout about losing

Thinks of how silly she is but goes back to adoring her again

Most probably brings up the game now and then because he likes to shuffle cards and watch MC be destroyed every time

MC starts to worry about his mental health every time he asks

Victor

...Uno? What’s that?

He’s clueless

MC found it funny to be honest

Challenged him to a game when he was listing off some card games

He’s kind of concerned about how she managed to be carrying around Uno cards

This man is decisive but this game gets him annoyed

He keeps saying MC is playing the game wrong and MC keeps directing him to the rules

Somehow, Victor won and he showed no emotion

MC was disappointed, to say the least

‘We could do this card game another time.’

Another time? It became a casual thing between them

He keeps commenting how childish she acts when she loses but deep inside he most probably finds it cute

...May or may not have forced Goldman to compete against him

Goldman lets him win, out of fear

Kiro

Yeah, he knows the game

He’s played it against his agent and some young children

He’s played it with himself being the opponent when he gets lonely but he will never tell anyone that

Used to be an obsession when he was 16

MC and him have a disagreement over something about chips and then MC pulls the Uno challenge out on him

A match of a lifetime to say the least

The battle draws out for a good fourty minutes because Kiro is indecisive and keeps making chit chat

However he’s actually pretty skilled in what to put down

MC comes out as the victor and she’s pretty happy about it

Gets tackled with a hug

He’s really pouty about losing but he seriously downplays it

Will definitely challenge her to a rematch, but he decided to go against other people before that

i had a lot fun with this one 😤 i hope u enjoy ! 🖤

text convo

some tweets

another text convo

Thank you so much babe!!! and I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH💖 Hope you enjoy!!!

Slight NSFW below!!!

MLQC crew react to MC withholding sex

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Victor

This was to get back at him from last time when he went pretty overboard with the orgasm denial

You weren’t exactly angry per se...just wanted to see how long HE would last being denied sexually.

And he’s pretty much up for the challenge—the last time things got heated in bed and his hands began waundering, you slapped them away SO fast because nuh uh

That left him a lil moody and blue-balled for the rest of the night but you were just excited to see how long it would take before he cracked.

He’s Victor fucking Li; the man thinks he can keep his dick under control just to prove that this whole thing is pretty ridiculous.

(and yes!!! He holds out for TWO ENTIRE WEEKS...)

The whole “withholding sexy time” didn’t just have an effect on him—you were beginning to feel a little needy too, but too proud to hop on his dick just yet, so you decided to milk it till the very end. Until a certain gala...

Victor was talking with a couple important associates across the ballroom. He knew you were arriving late to take care of a few personal things, and definitely knew better than to ask what, so it was left at just that.

But nothing—ABSOLUTELY NOTHING—prepared Vic for the moment you saddled up out of nowhere, clinging to his arm with a sweet smile. And when he looks down at you, he’s honestly pretty shocked.

A rather pricey tube dress with so much sheerness, there was so little left to the imagination. And you held this man’s fucking arm righttt up against the swell of your breasts, that threatened to bust out of that getup at any second.

One of his associates gave a nervous cough, and the other turned away to conceal the flush in his cheeks the moment you intruded upon the three of them. And Victor? Victor just stood there, mouth agape, pretty angry and turned on like a horny teenager

“Ah! There you are, Victor!”

You gave his arm a firm squeeze and pressed it even further between your breasts, making sure to lick your lips and twirl a finger around a strand of hair that had slipped from it’s updo.

Victor’s eyes are like fire when they meet yours. You can’t tell whether it’s anger from what you’re doing or all the pent up sexual frustration from the last couple weeks, but either possibility excites you.

You mouth let’s go in his direction, and he takes a couple seconds to consider it before clearing his throat loud.

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m needed...e-elsewhere...”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob like crazy the moment your hand dips down and gives his backside a little squeeze. And he fucking stutters!

You nearly double over in laughter before Victor himself is dragging you away, past the attendees and champagne, to a more secluded space where no one could see either of you.

In an instant, he has you pinned against the wall, caging you with his arms. And his eyes—burning with something reminiscent of anger and lust.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

oh... but he knows. It shows in the way his eyes rake up your finger, drinking in every inch of exposed skin—the way you want him to. You don’t back down and flash a smile.

“What? Don’t you like it?” Your lips lean close to his ears—hardly a whisper. “I bought it with you in mind~”

You don’t have time to react before his lips are crashing into yours. Clumsy like your first kiss; teeth clicking and tongues moving wildly, saliva dribbling onto your chin, but you only wind your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

And when Victor’s hands move down, so slowly it drives you insane, you reach for them and place them exactly where you want—and where he wants.

The two of you breakaway, breathless and flushed—a little sweaty, but it’s not exactly over. You face Victor with a simple instruction: to forget about your little punishment.

And god, you definitely don’t need to tell this man twice.

Lucien

He was being a little too flirtatious in public—bold too—and needed to be taught a lesson!

Of course that meant withholding a certain something you knew he wouldn’t like being denied of.

“No sex for a month.”

At first, Lucien acts a little pouty—but you know Mister. PhD enjoys a good challenge, so he accepts your conditions calmly.

Truthfully, you just wanted to see him crack. Lucien—all vulnerable and horny, and you were curious how long it would take to get him to that point. With his self-control and patience, you wouldn’t surprised if it somehow exceeded past one month.

He was pretty strong for the first two or so weeks. That might have had something to do with you being less than teasing/tempting throughout those first couple weeks, but by the third week—you decided to amp up the energy a little.

Tight outfits, little touches, that one perfume you know he loves—just name it and you’ve probably done it.

But this man does not waver one bit. You’re honestly quite impressed by the control he has over his hormones and thoughts, considering that he hasn’t shown to have much control in the past...but now, you may even be second guessing yourself.

Take a wild guess at who cracked first.

mhm. you guessed it.

It isn’t until one night at his office. It’s so late that he’s surprised to see you at the door. But when you explain that you had just left work and decided to pay him a visit, he invites you in.

Lucien goes back to work on some papers, and you take a seat in the chair opposite of his. The silence is honestly kind of awkward; you look for anything to focus on and settle on your boyfriend.

That one saying is definitely true—hardworking men are the handsomest, and truthfully, the thought stirs something in you. The passion back when sex was a usual thing, almost daily because the two of you could hardly get enough of each other. And you still can’t—which made this whole “deny sex for a month” thing pretty difficult.

But lord knows how badly you wanted to get in that mans pants for so fucking long. And how long Lucien himself wanted to tear off every article of clothing on you but kept it hidden beneath a unbothered facade

“Is there a reason why you’ve been looking at me for this long?”

Lucien’s voice breaks you from your daydream—on how glorious it’d feel to have those fingers curling up against every sweet spot in you right now...

Instead they’re gripping a pen and wasted on paperwork.

“No reason...” You avert your gaze timidly, and Lucien laughs softly before speaking up again.

“How long did you say it was going to last? Two weeks? Three?”

this man. You knew he was toying with you, but at this point in your desperation, you can’t help but play along.

“A month. Why? Don’t think you’ll make it?”

He quirks a brow, peeking at you through so much amusement in his gaze. “I was actually worried about you.”

Before you know it, he’s already risen from his chair. You’re not sure if he smiled because it’s gone so quickly. and suddenly, he’s walking towards you. You feel a flush in your cheeks upon noticing. Patience...

Familiar fingertips at your shoulder, brushing against the nape of your neck and you feel a shiver crawl down your spine. You look up to find him there behind you, smiling.

“Why would you worry about me? I made the rules...”

“So you don’t feel it even a little?”

“Nope.”

“Even if I...”

Suddenly Lucien’s hand are working miracles on your shoulders, trailing down lower and lower and you almost don’t have the willpower to pull away entirely.

You crane your head up towards him, frowning. “Lucien! What did I say about—!”

The professor shuts you up with a kiss, and the split second his lips crash into yours, he uses it as an opportunity to slip his hands even lower, fingers hooking around the band of your skirt.

You moan into his mouth when those fingers have already found an enterence into your skirt, sensing the moisture seeping through your panties onto the fabric...

“Just as I thought.” Lucien murmurs into the kiss before deepening it, until you pull away but hold his hands in place.

“Lucien please...”

“Didn’t I say a silly girl was going to regret her words?”

You think back to all that time ago when you had just announced his punishment and all Lucien did was laugh, saying you’d regret it eventually. At the time you didn’t think it was anything more than his usual teasing, but now...

“But it hasn’t been the full four weeks yet. If memory serves correctly, I remember...”

You almost can’t believe he’s using it against you now, especially since he’s got you like this with the slightest motions.

“Forget the no-sex thing! Just...!”

He lets out a low chuckle and dips back down to meet your lips in a hasty kiss, already tugging his tie loose.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that...”

Kiro

No sex for Kiro until he starts eating healthier. He’s been such a bother to Savin lately, you decide to pull that on him and see how he reacts

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem—but with Miss Chips looking good so often, he can’t help having certain thoughts. And his binge-eating is because of all the stress! but ya know what’s a good reliever for that sort of thing...

But nope nuh uh,,, you’re having none of that. his excuses won’t make a single dent.

Obviously he starts eating better. His weight is supposed to drop by 8 pounds by the end of the month and you’re certain he can do it, it’s just that his self-control is so bad, you decide to test him a lil extra.

But then again, with the amount of teasing you’ve been doing, it’s honestly unfair.

You’ll drop off his salads and greens in an extra short minidress just to smile as he admires your attire and let out a frustrated huff. “Miss ChipsSssssSs—why are you doing this??? Did Savin set you up?”

“No one set me up. Just eat your food.”

You almost broke him while giving him a shoulder massage after a photo shoot, if it wasn’t for his determination and the fact that the two of you were in the middle of a bustling set, he would’ve pinned you to that table so fast...

By the end of the month, he’s already done a miracle by losing 6 entire pounds. Just two more and he’d be set! You visit him in his changing room to congratulate him on his efforts, but he looks worse than ever.

Deep inside, you feel pretty bad because you know how much he cherishes the steamier moments between the two of you. Especially on his schedule and the fact that sex gives him boosts of motivation to impress you more in what he does.

In short—Kiro is craving that Vitamin V when he needs it most.

“Savin said just two more pounds and you’re good to go!” You ruffle his hair, even though he’s lying in the couch looking pretty moody.

“Two more pounds...” He mutters lowly before rubbing his eyes and meeting your gaze. “You know Miss Chips...”

You let out a soft hm to let him know you’re listening.

“I was reading an article earlier and kissing can burn up to two calories. You know, if you really want to me to lose weight faster...”

You can’t help but grin, sensing where he’s already going with this. So you feign consideration and tap you chin before shrugging. “Just one kiss, okay?”

“Okay!”

And that’s all Kiro needs before he practically lunges and kisses you hard. You can sense the desperation in every way his lips move against yours, and frankly, it’s turning you on a bit.

He pulls away with one last kiss to your cheek, and you realize he’s practically on top of you, staring down with glassy eyes and a grin you know all too well from past activities...

“...Do you want to know how much it said sex burns up?”

At this point, you can’t even deny him. Not when he looks like that. So instead, you lean up and kiss his cheek back.

“Why don’t we test it out right now?”

Gavin

It’s so hard to get mad at birdcop because he’ll apologize and spoil you for as long as it takes till you start to feel bad.

It started because of a small bout of jealousy when you noticed a particular female officer was becoming closer with Gav, and he was equally upset that there seemed to be co-worker of yours being a little too flirty.

It didn’t mean to end up in a fight, but it did anyway, and suddenly you’re withholding sex from this man.

At first, he honestly doesn’t think much of it. If anything—he’s thinking it’s absolutely ridiculous.

Besides, he’s gone his whole life without sex before meeting you (virgin gavin rights), he thinks he can definitely hold out for a few weeks until you’ve calmed down.

but

uhm well,,,,

It’s already been two weeks already and you haven’t shown him one sign of giving up yet. Truthfully, Gavin thought you’d come to your senses eventually and the two of you could apologize (with some good ol’ make up sex)

He finally gives up one night and crouches before you, where you’d been sitting on the couch watching television. You spare him a glance and turn back to the tv, but you see the genuine sincerity in his eyes.

“Babe, how long are you going to stay mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”—and technically, you aren’t. In fact, the entire argument had been forgotten long ago. You were just having too much fun watching him become increasingly needy these days and wondered how long it would take before he cracked.

He lays a firm hand on your thighs, but you swat it away playfully. “See what I mean? You’re mad.”

You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair, which catches him slightly off guard, but he looks pleasantly surprised. “Did you forget what I said about sex?”

It’s Gavin’s turn to roll his eyes and his hand returns to its place on your thigh. “You said that about sex—not about being able to touch you.”

And yet again, you swat his hand away and fight against a smile. “Touching leads to sex, so be careful~”

He’s a little offended that you think so low of his self-control, but somehow even more determined to keep his dick in his pants. So for the rest of the night, he shows you so much non-sexual affection that you’re starting to wish it’d escalate into more.

By the fourth week, you can expect Gavin to start showing some signs of exhaustion and neediness. Such as cuddling extra close to you on the couch, or kissing you a little more deeply than usual just to see if you’re craving him the same way he’s craving you.

He’s honestly probably jacked off in the shower once or twice just to make it a little easier on himself, but even that’s not the same. He just fucking horny goddammit and you’re definitely not making it easy with all the teasing recently.

And on the fifth week—birdcop finally, finally cracked.

Technically it was your fault, because while he was in the kitchen making a protein shake and you were still lounging in bed—you decided to send him a nude.

And the minute this man’s phone buzzes and he opens it to see your naked body right there, in all it’s glory, he’s just fucking DONE.

You’re a little startled by how quickly you hear his footsteps in the hall, and how quickly the bedroom door swings open to reveal your mess of a boyfriend—kicked shut as soon as he enters.

You don’t catch the expression on his face as soon as he climbs over you. You let out a nervous squeak when his body lays flat and warm over yours. “Gav! What are you doing—!”

“I don’t think someone is being entirely fair right now.”

jesus. His voice was low and a little out of breath, sexier than ever. Something warm pokes your stomach and you understand immediately.