catching your f/o desperately fucking a fleshlight and you can see how slick and wet it is with their cum but they can't stop rutting into it and they're panting and whining and their eyes are screwed shut and their brow is all cutely furrowed and you swear you can hear broken little cries of your name spill from their lips as they drool and–
ulysses wilhelm working with the ultimate novelist
pairing: ulysses wilhelm x gn!reader
tags: wholesome fluff, romantic or platonic
you had written quite a few books, even at your young age, so ulysses was quite surprised when you asked him of all people for help with your next book
but when you explained to him that you were planning to write a novel that revolved heavily around historical themes, it started to make sense
he quickly grabbed a few books that fit the overall setting you explained to him, lending them to you for research
while you flicked through the pages, ulysses also noted down a few documentaries and websites you could use for your research
for a while, you were quietly working on your novel and ulysses thought you might have forgotten about him
though a couple weeks later, you showed up at his apartment, late in the evening, holding the first draft of your first chapter in your hands
you wanted it to be perfect before you showed it to him and you had lost yourself in your work
but now you were certain that what you wrote was good and felt confident enough to show it to him!
you wanted ulysses to be the first person to read it, since you wouldn't have gotten this far without him
each time you finished a new chapter, ulysses was the first one to read it
you always appreciated how honest he was with you, pointing out your flaws and correcting your mistakes
when the novel was finally done, ulysses of course had to be one of the first people to get a copy of it
and he was quite surprised when he opened the book and saw that you had dedicated it to him…
synopsis: Your overworked and exhausted boyfriend needs a debrief, taking it in the form of your lips on his until it progresses into two lovers who can’t get enough of each other.
tags: suggestive but no ACTUAL smut, making out, dry humping, coming in pants, reader is a bit of a tease
𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉!
If there was one thing that Mark loathed, it’s a day of constant socialization that he’s been forced to endure with the sudden surge of artists contacting him for a sample of his music. His eyes were bloodshot from staring at his computer screen for a minimum of five hours a day as were his ears that became sore from repetitively listening to the same beat that he could never get to his liking.
All Mark craved was a moment to decompress, his definition being clinging to you like a living charging port for his social battery. It was such an out of character thing for him to do, nonetheless it was the reassurance you needed from such an emotionally constipated man.
He must’ve been near miserable today, only growing needier since the moment you draped yourself over his lap while he sat at his pc, lips instantly snapping onto yours with a certain urgency you’d never seen in him before.
His hands moved like he didn’t know where to rest them, from your hips to your waist and brushing over your back as you straddled him. Marks lips moved with fervor against yours, technique progressively growing sloppy in a way that was arousing mutually. He kissed you like he’d die if you pulled away for even a nanosecond. Can’t even blame him when you feel too good.
Tilting his jaw upwards to meet your lips at an angle that made you stir, your tongue prodded his bottom lip to which he parted his mouth, allowing your antics pathetically fast. A low whimper left his throat at your boldness, shaky hands resting at your hips.
Brain overloaded with insatiable need, your touch grew needy. Teasingly, you dragged your hands down his hoodie clad chest, feeling him shiver beneath your finger tips as your fingers traversed his abdomen.
Mark just barely pulled back, enough to gasp for air while simultaneously keeping your lips in reach. His deep green eyes fell shut the second you rolled your hips into his, body jerking forward involuntarily.
Capturing his lips with a gentle moan, you rut into him again, hands now slipping beneath his hoodie and feeling his stomach right above his belt. Mark let out a broken groan into your mouth, his own fingers gripping at your clothing for some kind of leverage.
With one final movement of your hips as well as your inner thigh brushing over his bulge that slowly became noticeable in his jeans, Mark’s body tensed like a statue. He gripped your shirt so hard that his knuckles became pale, a litany of broken whines spilling into your mouth as his hips sloppily rut into you from below, jerking his office chair forward with each movement.
His entire face was flushed a deep shade of red as he pulled back, lips parted and swollen. Mark’s pupils were blown like saucers as he desperately tried to catch his breath (and ignore the discomfort in his briefs).
“Shit, ‘m sorry..”, he half-whimpered, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion until you glanced down to his lap, a small wet splotch in the denim sticking out like a sore thumb. Mark could only blush harder as you stared at it for longer than he would’ve liked, one step away from curling up in embarrassment.
“Don’t be, that was hot”.
Those words alone strangled a softer whimper from somewhere deep in his chest, instantly ceasing the process of his cock softening. He loved you too much for his own good.
- Absolutely not, believes that any kind of wish revolving around gaining your love is forgery of your feelings. They’d rather never have your love than receive fake feelings.
Desmond, Eloise, Ingrid
- Would be very hesitant and ultimately feel very guilty about it, but part of them is so desperate that they wanna give it a chance. Carefully words their wish in a way that it’d only make a minimal impact. (Ex: I wish I was their type)
Wolfgang, Damon, Diana, Ulysses, Wenona
- More of a decision made on a whim. They would still think about their words carefully but wouldn’t go as far as writing it down and overanalyzing, rather would just trust a simple “I wish they would love me romantically”.
Jean, Jett, Kai, Mara
- (I mean this is the most polite way possible) Yes, word for word, exact same wish OR nearly the same.
imagine your f/o being completely pathetic about their affections for you. i'm talking absolutely down horrendous. utterly whipped.
imagine their mind wandering during a moment to themself, only to fill with you you you. imagine the thought of you kissing them crossing their mind, invading their better sense, and they feel dizzy with the rush of emotions the mere notion causes to swell inside them. imagine them feeling lightheaded and desperate at your slightest touch, no matter how brief it is. imagine the feeling of the contact lingering on them far past when it was made, leaving them unable to shake it from their mind.
imagine them screaming internally (or even externally) because they cannot get it together when it comes to you. they're pathetic and they know it, head over heels and well aware- but how could they not be? it's over you, after all.
why is it that when im reading fanfic i feel like i have a fairly good metric for if something is characterized accurately but when im trying to write suddenly its like ive never seen this character in my life. would he say that. would he fucking say that. suddenly i have no idea
first time having a sleepover / sharing a bed with your f/o, but, to their horror, they realize just how aroused they are by you sleeping soundly next to them.
your f/o, lying awake, trying to calm down but all they can focus on is the sound of you breathing or the warmth of your body next to them, and it only makes it worse.
your f/o, giving up and sneaking a hand between their own legs. trying to bring themselves to a quick orgasm, biting into pillow to muffle their desperate sounds.
☆ ׅ 𝅄 𝆬 ׅ ☆ 𝅄 𝆬 ׅ 𝆬 𝅄 𝆬☆
maybe their stirring wakes you up, so you catch them in the act and tease them about their lack of self-control. maybe you sleep soundly through the night, oblivious to the real reason your f/o can't look you the face in the morning. much to think about...
sleepy confession with your f/o. the two of you are cuddling, wrapped in a blanket of each other’s heat and scent, with the weight of their embrace lulling you to sleep. then one of you says those fated three words in a raspy voice, the slurred words tumbling out as naturally as breathing. without even a thought, guided by the faint thump of your pulses on each other’s fingers, the response comes swift and easy: “love you too.”
bonus points if this is the first time you two have confessed to each other. you two go to sleep, not even realizing what happened until you two wake up.
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