#bf x reader

Boyfriend who, instead of ridiculing you, takes time to understand you and your feelings

Boyfriend who, instead of saying he loves you, shows you how much he loves you

Boyfriend who thrusts into you hard and deep while he cradles your face and tells you how much he loves you

Boyfriend who kisses you softly while running his fingers through your hair, keeping the other on your hip as he angles them and hits your sweet spot even better than before

Boyfriend who bottoms out inside you and grinds against your body, pushing down on your tummy so you can really feel him

"I'm right here, baby... ya feel me in your fucking stomach? That's how much I love you~"

Boyfriend groans out declarations of love and how he'll fuck a baby into you, even if it's not possible

"We'll find a way sweetheart, promise~!"

Boyfriend can't take it anymore, he pulls out all the way to the tip before slamming into you, eliciting a scream from you as he fucks you slow and deep

Boyfriend's thrusts become erratic after a few minutes, you were just so beautiful he couldn't help himself, he had to cum

"B-baby please! W-wanna cum inside... please! Wanna make you a m-mommy~!" (even if you're a guy)

Boyfriend whose hips stutter as he releases his fat load into you, painting your walls white before he collapses on top of you

"Fuck... You're so good to me..."

Boyfriend who kisses you sweetly before pulling away and having you straddle his torso

"Now come sit on my fucking face."

Warnings: Some nsfw stuff but nothing too far, boob grabbing, bra stealing, nudes but not rlly

A/n: I HAVE ANOTHER OBSESSION UGHHH, anyways!! I’m so happy the fandom is reviving bc of the new update ahh. Also I didn’t rlly know what to put for bc so apologies if you wanted more of him :(

Summary: College!Y/n gets a little too wasted and gets an offer to stay with c/n for the night

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, that’s about as bad as it gets

B/n - boy’s name

N/n - nickname

E/c - eye color

Of all the papers I had to write in the coming weeks, exams to study for, and packing to do before heading back home from college, I somehow found myself tonight crammed into a dorm room packed like a can of sardines, trying to soak up the last ounce of the semester.

F/n and I loved to sit together and share a drink occasionally, but tonight was special—we wanted to have a good time before parting ways for the next couple of months. What started as a small gathering of close friends on a Saturday night quickly spiraled into something much larger. Word got out, and soon friends of friends began pouring through the door. Before long, the room was out of seats, out of standing room, and buzzing with chatter and laughter.

Despite the spatial discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile when a few familiar faces from my English class—B/n/1, B/n/2, and c/n—managed to slip in just before the room hit capacity. I was mid-laugh when I felt a hand land gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, n/n, is it cool if I sit next to you?” c/n asked, his tone easy and warm.

I grinned, already several shots in and feeling a bit bubbly. “Absolutely! What’ve you been up to tonight, c/n?”

He settled on the floor near my chair, leaning in slightly. “We were just hanging out in my room but figured we’d check out the commotion. B/n/1 seemed especially eager to get here,” he added, gesturing toward the duo sitting shoulder to shoulder on F/n’s bed, grins plastered on their faces.

I let out a laugh, my gaze following his. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the feeling’s mutual. F/n’s been hoping he’d show up since people started piling in about an hour ago.”

C/n raised an eyebrow at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Feigning shock, I placed a hand dramatically on my chest. “Would I lie about something like that?”

We both burst into laughter, barely able to catch our breaths before the room’s noise swept us back into the atmosphere.

As the night went on, c/n and I found ourselves grabbing drinks and keeping tabs on the budding connection between B/n/1 and F/n. They seemed more comfortable with each passing minute, but before long, I realized I was feeling the effects of the evening. My gaze had drifted to the outdated popcorn ceiling, and I caught myself staring at it for what must have been minutes before c/n waved a hand in front of my face.

“You in there, y/n?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I blinked a few times, trying to snap back to reality. “Never better,” I slurred, forcing a grin to mask how far gone I really was.

He stood and extended a hand toward me. “Why don’t we get you back? It’s getting late, and I’m starting to think these lovebirds might just be here forever.” He nodded toward B/n/1 and F/n, now sitting with an arm around her shoulders.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, only for the room to tilt and spin. My balance faltered, and I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He caught me easily, his grip firm but gentle.

Once I steadied, we made our way out of the room, but I barely managed two steps down the staircase before stumbling forward again. C/n’s arm wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. Without a word, he shifted my arm across his shoulders, supporting me as we descended the stairs.

“C/n?” I murmured, my voice weak.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it back to my dorm.”

I kept my head down, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. He paused, scanning me carefully before speaking. “Do you need a place to crash? My roommate’s gone for the weekend—you’re welcome to stay in my room.”

My brows lifted at the offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

He frowned slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, you’re never a bother to me.”

Slowly, he guided me down the final flight of stairs and into his dorm. I noticed the neatly arranged door decorations as he opened the door and led me inside, sitting me gently on his bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rummaging through his desk.

I gave a faint smile. “Right now? Great. Tomorrow morning? Probably not so much.”

He chuckled at my response, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and filling a glass of water. Handing them to me, he said, “Here—this might help a little.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, touched by the small gesture. While I might have thought to drink some water on my own, the ibuprofen was a stroke of genius. As I sipped the water, he grabbed his own bottle and sat down across from me.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the noise of the party far behind us.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” I said softly. “If you want to go back to the party, I’d understand.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be here with you.”

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart skipping at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, I was speechless, the weight of his words hanging between us.

Before I could respond, he stood and began tidying up. He set up a blanket on the futon, flattening it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You can take the bed,” he said simply. “I’ll sleep here.”

As he reached to turn off the lamp, I caught his wrist, stopping him.

“You don’t have to stay on the futon.”

“I’m not making you sleep there.”

“I know.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

His gaze darkened, studying me for a long moment before he nodded and slid under the covers beside me. We lay face-to-face, the room dim and quiet.

“What’s holding you back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, his voice barely audible. “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to violate your trust. You’re drunk, and I—”

Before he could finish, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. His initial shock melted away as he brought a hand to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. Our movements were slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken emotion. When I pulled back, I searched his face, my voice barely above a whisper.

Anthony accidentally getting a aphrodisiac plant. Or reader knows nothing about plants, buys one for him as a present, and as they’re hanging out at his house the plant takes affect.

I just really miss Anthony I love him so fucking much hehe

~⭐️ anon

I miss him too…I need to think of some one-shot ideas for him, or maybe just make part 4 of his story shorter. Sometimes I think that’s what holds me back on here, is I feel like every time I post a new chapter of a longer series, it needs to be at least like 1-2k words minimum. Like I don’t want people to be let down by smth shorter, yk?

Anyway. I’m not sure if this would constitute a meal, but…maybe a snack. Yeah. Snack time! Disclaimer, idk fuckshit about plants.

Seducing Your Boyfriend with Aphrodisiac Flowers

His Main Series

CWs/Tags: Mutual masturbation, public sex, very slight breeding kink mention (pulling out is for cowards) no body type mentions but chubby reader in mind. Did not edit this a ton my b

Your boyfriend liked collecting plants.

He always seemed so peaceful as he took care of his little apartment garden; not a single wall or corner stood bare, a planter wherever one could fit.

The area that charmed you the most was his balcony. Greenery snaked around metal rods, vibrant flowers encasing the platform as plants hung off the ceiling. Some might’ve found the space claustrophobic; yet as you sat outside on the couch, looking out onto the city skyline as the sun set, you felt cozier than ever.

You watched as he situated the newest addition to his collection into one of the planters; a plant you had bought him as a gift. You didn’t know exactly what it was, the long Latin name going over your head, but…

Well, the internet said it was an aphrodisiac. And by God, you wanted him to rail you.

Gender neutral or male reader, whichever one you want.

have a nice day!

LMAO I LOV3 THIS

Pico ⌖☠︎︎

He doesn't mind your shyness and will speak up for you when needed!! If you didn't want talk He would be happy to be your voice!

But when you full on lift a with ease he gawks at you LMAO the guy has no words. I mean he's seen crazier but your shyness makes it more surprising to him lol

Would ask you where the hell you learned to get so strong (he might even ask if your human) but eventually he'll get used to it.

But it still makes his heart jump whenever you display your strength.

..........He might ask if you could carry himWOAHWHOSAIDTHAT????? omg guys

Darnell ه*:･゚

"...Woah."

Also shocked asf but gets over it more quickly, like Pico he'll ask how you got so strong and even ask you to lift some heavy ass things to see where your limit is hehehe

Like he'll point to some random truck and and go "Hey, yn see if ya can lift that" and if you do he'll clap for u lmao.

When it comes for shyness he doesn't mind, but after finding out how strong you are it always makes him chuckle seeing you struggle with basic social interactions knowing you could probably lift like 10 cars.

Wouldn't ask you to carry him but wouldn't mind if you did and would enjoy it alot ^_^

Boyfriend ✮⋆˙

The most shocked but at the same time the fastest to get over it

He'd slightly yelp when you lift a whole fucking car but five seconds later he's treating this like it's a normal occurrence

He would def ask you to carry him and would stand on your shoulders while you walk around (he ends up falling💔)

He does carry you in return tho :)

He ends up not rlly giving af like the dumbass he is (i feel like he with how he reacted to gfs dad and that demon stuff he wouldn't really gawk or question you lmao)

Also thinks your shyness is funny as hell but doesn't say anything about it.

A/N: This is my first time doing something like this! Nate is one of the people in my paracosm, and as with everyone else, is loosely based on people in my own life. I hope you enjoy <3

Content: Reader is female, mentions of smoking/vaping

You weren’t entirely sure you would ever believe you were dating Nate.

Some part of your head still associated him with the stereotype he and his friends had nurtured over the years, even before you had moved to Crescent City.

You remembered the caricature painted for you in your first few years going to Crescent City High—‘Don’t talk to the popular boys, they’re bad news.’ Sure, it wasn’t like Nate’s friends were angels, but they sure weren’t much worse than any of the other boys in your grade. Stereotypes didn’t actually matter if you just saw humans and not characters.

The stereotype was well-noted. Popular jocks. Ego and arrogance. Knockoff designer clothes and cheap cologne.

But Nate—he was one of the few in the group you had genuinely saw the appeal in. He had stormy grey eyes that really ‘looked’ at you—they bore into you, assessing you. He had rich dark hair that contrast to the pearly cool white of his skin. Strong jawline, delicate eyelashes. He walked with a cocky swagger that didn’t even feel learned—it was cute, in a way, like when you see a K-9 unit, far too adorable to truly be intimidating despite circumstances.

Your first year you pretty much avoided him at all costs, for fear of rumors, or whatever. Him and his friends felt like storybook characters, their struggles weren’t real to you at the time, their lives. Just rowdy football boys who talked to loud and took up too much space.

The first summer is when you really noticed him. Those last few weeks of school of freshmen year—a strange mix of clamoring upperclassmen stressing over wrapping up academics and unruly freshman skipping classes to mess around in the quad.

The weather was summery, sun shining far too warmly for your school with its nonexistent AC. He wore t-shirts that showed off his lean muscle. He got a buzzcut, which you’d swore to your friends you thought was gross, gossiping about it—but in a way, it was pretty, in a strange boyish way you’d never considered. Ebony hair glittered with reddish auburn streaks in the summer sun, shorn close to the scalp to protect from the heat. You’d never found anyone attractive with a buzzcut before, but Nate was different.

Now his hair is longer again, unruly black waves that won’t cooperate under any circumstances. It doesn’t matter what kind of haircut he gets. He’d still be about as ugly as a Renaissance painting in your eyes.

He acts like that jock boy stereotype, at least around most people, in school—despite not even playing football anymore. He doesn’t yell at teachers or throw parties with loud bass. He never did. He just walks his shoulders squared, jaw set, eyebrows furrowed a little, eyes pointedly staring—the way all those boys walk, like they’re expecting to fight somebody.

With his friends he’s relaxed. He walks normally. He laughs and he smiles, those little dimples on display—the sweet curl the corners of his lips make when he’s trying not to grin.

With you? He presses kisses to your forehead, combs his fingers through your hair. Fixes your bra strap so it’s not showing in public. Zips up your backpack so your notebook doesn’t fall out.

He lies on your chest, staring up at you—those grey eyes looking less like a soldier’s and more like a puppy’s, shiny and adoring. Something about his vulnerability with you makes you fall in love a little more every time. He shows you both of his sides, and you love every facet and every angle.

He whispers poetry in your ears and he’ll blast rap with his windows rolled down. He says he likes how you taste like tea cigarettes when he only has the tendrils of mint vape ghosting off his lips. He reads you John Steinbeck novels until you fall asleep on his chest, and he plays Xbox with his friends and a headset.

~Boyfriend x Singer!Reader Headcanons~

(Requested on Quotev!)

I haven't written for Bf in so long he's such a silly :>

Note(s): Added a few more things to the Guidelines page! ("requests will always be assumed romantic unless told otherwise", "Character limit is 1 but keep in mind that you can request as many times as you want")

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